Sam
By Friday, Sam was pretty pissed at her brother. Tuesday morning was the last time she’d heard from him, let alone seen him, and her condition hadn’t improved in the interim. There were no two ways about it. She was horny. But just saying she was horny was like saying the ocean had some water in it. She was very, very horny. She was almost desperate to have sex. It was all she could think about at times. Her dreams had turned into deranged orgies with people she knew, strangers, it didn’t matter. She’d masturbated three times, but it had done nothing to curb the hunger eating away inside.
Her only hope was that he might show up that weekend, but she knew how unlikely that was given that he worked at a bar. The weekend was probably his busiest times.
She then resigned herself to having to wait until the party that Saturday at the Mess Around with Kara and her friends.
She’d gotten one of the other girls to cover her Saturday evening shift for her so that she could attend, though she promised herself that she would work the next weekend. Of course, if Dane didn’t show up and she couldn’t find an alternative cock to impale herself on, she might have to just tell her boss that she couldn’t work Saturdays anymore.
She figured that she could always just tell Kara that she wanted to join the group and come out of her little closet, so to speak, but was still worried that someone would know her folks. Plus, she didn’t know if she would be comfortable enough to enjoy herself in front of a bunch of strangers.
Wade was another option, but she was very reluctant to share a man with her sisters. It wasn’t the idea of sharing that made her hesitant, it was the idea of having sex with her little sister’s boyfriend. That had drama written all over it, though, just like Zoey and Brandon’s situation.
Earlier that week, she’d made sure to go back by Dr. Sanderson’s office and get another blood test done so that she could play that weekend. The doctor had been delighted to see her but maintained his professionalism throughout the visit. She’d almost been disappointed that he had, wondering if it would have been okay to take care of his cock while she’d been there.
Saturday morning, she was fixing herself some breakfast when her dad came into the kitchen wearing his same old pajama bottoms. She sighed, looking down at herself in silent admonishment as she realized that she’d only put on panties and a t-shirt once again.
As he smiled and offered her a good morning wink, he went to the fridge and grabbed a glass of juice as he always did. Stopping close to give her a sideways hug, he playfully took a piece of the banana she was cutting and popped it into her mouth. She giggled, rolling her eyes at him.
“We need to go and pick you out a new car,” he said, as though that were normal breakfast banter.
“Oh… okay…” she said, raising an eyebrow and looking up at him.
“You’re still driving that older model and I’ve been meaning to upgrade you,” he said. “You have any preference?”
She hadn’t thought about it, to tell the truth. She’d always like her car, even though it wasn’t the nicest or the prettiest. Her father had the money though, being a doctor and all, and she was happy to have it upgraded.
She grabbed a couple more pieces of fruit and proceeded to make them both a bowl each, then gestured to the table. Sitting next to him, they ate and talked about what types of cars she liked. Her father had opened the morning paper and together they were looking at some of the listings.
After finishing, she stood and took his bowl over to the sink. Turning the water on, she began to rinse them out and had a perverted little impulse fire into her brain. Almost without realizing it, she turned and bent at the hips in order to open the dishwasher.
Her father was talking about some car he’d found in the paper in that instant, and she suddenly knew that he was looking right at her ass.
“The uh… uh… model,” he stammered, eliciting a quiet smile of happiness as elation surged through her. He cleared his throat and then coughed, then cleared it again while she put the bowls up in a deliberately slow manner. A second later, she shut the door, bending low to reach the door to the washer; much, much lower than she’d actually needed to.
“I wonder how much of me he can see,” she thought, then quickly stood up straight when it registered what she was actually doing.
She turned and saw him quickly look back down at the paper. With a sly smile, she went back over and sat next to him. “You were saying?”
“Huh?” he asked, his face looking a little flushed. “Oh… yeah… I guess.”
She giggled quietly, not pointing out that his response in no way made sense. Though it was difficult, she stopped torturing her old man and directed him back to the conversation about cars. After about twenty minutes, they’d narrowed it down to a few different types and he let her know that he’d do some looking around.
“Okay,” she said, standing and offering him a kiss on the cheek. “Let me know when you find something and I’ll be happy to go and take a look at it with you.”
“Will do pumpkin,” he said, seemingly recovered from the teasing show she’d given.
“Love you, daddy!” she said, and turned to leave the room. She could swear that she felt the heat from his stare burning a hole through her panties as she walked, but that could have just been her arousal.
The raw burning of her constant horniness would normally increase and decrease through her day, if it were typical. Masturbating would help lower it for a few hours, but before long, the hunger would return.
Alex had left early that morning, probably to go hang out with her friends like she usually did. Toni wasn’t around either, so Sam busied herself in her room for most of the time. The interminably long day seemed to never end, and it felt like it took forever to reach the appointed time to leave for the Mess Around.
She ducked out a little earlier than last time and parked back around where Ed had left her car before. After about a ten-minute wait, she saw Dr. Sanderson’s very nice-looking sports car zoom in. He got out and offered her a little wave as she stepped out and walked over to him.
“‘Mystery-Girl!'” he called out. “Good to see you again.”
She smiled, hearing the words come from his mouth but only seeing the older man that had filled her mouth with his yummy spunk twice the week before. She felt her pussy thrum with arousal and need.
“Hello again, Dr. Sanderson,” she said, trying to sound as seductive as she could. She’d put on a simple pair of tan shorts and white t-shirt for the trip to the party, figuring that she was going to be stripping down soon and it wouldn’t matter. In that moment, though, she felt a little dressed down and wished she’d somehow been able to just wear lingerie, or maybe even show up nude.
“The guys are going to be happy that you’re back,” he said, unlocking the door to the place and holding it open for her.
“I’ve been looking forward to it all week,” she said honestly.
“What a coincidence,” he replied with a wide grin, “cuz so have I!”
Blushing a bit, she laughed off the compliment and waited for him to rummage around in the darkness and turn on the lights.
“Does that mean that you’re looking forward to another turn?” she asked, walking over toward the short hallway with the gloryhole closet.
He turned to regard her with a wide, confident smile. “I don’t know if I’ll be the first one at the door, but I’ll definitely be there at least once tonight.”
“Not the first?” she asked, feeling more comfortable in her role as the gloryhole slut and pouting his way. “I might be taking a break when you come over then.”
He dramatically clutched his chest, eliciting a few laughs. “I can’t take it!” he yelled. A few seconds later he winked at her. “I’ll just stand there until you come back from your break.”
“Good,” she replied.
She waited as he started to turn on lights and music in the room with all the couches and the stripper pole, then joined him in going through to light the other rooms, ending with the mysterious room down the stairs. The were more couches lining the walls, all facing a bunch of mattresses on the floor.
“So, you really enjoy being in the closet?” he asked as they were walking back up the stairs.
“I know it makes me sound like such a tramp, but I really, really do,” she answered honestly. “I love giving head. You know if you want, you can always help me warm up before the party starts.”
She grinned, gesturing to the door to the closet she was about to lock herself in.
He grinned widely, but the two heard the sound of talking and laughter just outside the entrance just then.
“Too late,” she said, giving him a frown before she hurried over to her closet and locked herself in. She flipped the light on to show that she was in the room and willing to play, then turned and set her bag and phone down before turning off the light inside the room itself.
The sounds of people quickly grew louder, but Sam could do nothing but wait. She liked being here and having fun, but there wasn’t much to do until someone decided to come and use her services.
Over the next few minutes, the murmur of conversation grew steadily. As she listened to the muffled voices, Sam realized that she’d seen the faces of only a few of the swinger group. A thought occurred to her then, that she could have been sucking off someone that she was acquainted with. It might have been someone that her dad went golfing with at some point, or maybe someone her mother knew. It could be people that she’d waited on at Double D’s, or that she went to school with. The fact that it could have been anyone on the other side of the door was very exciting.
“I just let them know that you were back in the box,” Kara texted.
Her heart beating a little faster, Sam settled in to wait for her first cock. After thirty minutes, she was beginning to wonder if anyone was going to let her have some fun. Voices began to get louder again, and she grew a bit more nervous as the anticipation built.