“Our sex school classes,” she says, like I’m a complete idiot for not knowing. “There are no classes scheduled today, yet there are two women in there practicing.” She nods towards the closed door in case I don’t know what room she means. Danae said this is the room where the model’s practice, but I didn’t give it any thought at the time.
“How do you know what’s going on in there?” I ask, my mind still trying to grasp what she’s talking about.
“It’s on the live video feed in my office,” Tracy answers. Okay time to get out of the hallway.
“Lead the way to your office, Tracy,” I tell her and she turns around heading back the way she came. I admire the way her firm round ass cheeks undulate provocatively within her tight beige skirt as I follow her down the hallway.
“How far is it?” I ask, hoping we don’t meet anyone while Tracy’s under the influence of the transmitter.
“Just around this corner,” she says, turning right and coming to a stop a few feet down. She unlocks a door and steps inside. Entering the room behind her, I stare disbelievingly at the plasma screen taking up a large portion of the wall behind her desk. Here in living color, making their big screen debut, are the two naked women I just left. Susan is sprawled on the couch with one foot on the floor, rhythmically rocking her hips against Danae’s face, which is burrowed, between her legs. The image fills the screen and my focus rapidly shifts between Danae’s perfect ass and my sisters jiggling tits.
Tearing my eyes from the erotic action on the screen, I turn my attention back to Tracy. She’s standing in the middle of the room awaiting further instructions. I lock the door and get ready for some action of my own.
“Tracy, please tell me about this sex school while you get undressed.” I sit down in a visitor’s chair that gives me a nice view of Tracy and the video screen behind her. As Danae continues to eat my sister’s pussy, I watch Tracy pull her blouse over her head and reveal a silky, nearly transparent, lace bra. Her nipples are hard and I wonder if that’s from watching the two women.
“Our models regularly provide intimate companionship to our most affluent customers,” Tracy says, like she’s reading from a brochure. “To ensure repeat business and exceptional referrals, Daryl started a sex school to teach the models how to provide world class service.” Tracy reaches behind her back and unfastens her bra.
“Where is the school and who teaches the classes?” I ask as Tracy’s bra drops from her shoulders unveiling her pale white breasts. The freckles sprinkled across them are so faint you could easily miss them and her nipples are such a subdued shade of pink that they are almost colorless.
“The school is right here,” she says. “That’s one of the practice rooms.” Tracy points at the video screen where Susan’s fingers are wrapped in Danae’s hair on either side of her head, holding her in place between her widespread thighs as she vigorously grinds her pussy against Danae’s face.
My cock loves the double stimulation of Tracy stripping in front of me while the girl-on-girl action takes place on the screen behind her. Stiff and throbbing, my rod is aching to bust out of my confining jeans.
“Daryl, Danae and I are the teachers, each with our own specialty area,” Tracy continues as she unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Her lace panties match her bra and her light red bush is visible through the thin material. I’ve never been with a redhead before and I’m surprised at how turned on I am by her fair complexion and the pale pinkness of her hard nipples.
My eyes follow every move as she bends forward, slowly rolls her panties down her legs and exposes her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. Unlike the thick bushes I’ve seen on other women, Tracy’s bright red hair is like a thin layer of moss barely concealing the milky white mound it covers. Another faint smattering of freckles leads from her navel into her pubic hair.
“What specialty areas,” I manage to ask as I stare in fascination at Tracy’s naked body. The way she’s standing with her legs slightly apart, I barely catch a glimpse of the hidden treasure between them.
“I specialize in ‘Oral Stimulation of the Male Genitalia,” she says proudly and it takes me a second to translate.
“Blowjobs,” I say as I stand up and move in for a closer look, my cock throbbing in my jeans.
“We don’t use crude terms,” she says tersely.
“What about Danae and Daryl? What are their specialties?” I ask, cupping my hand around one of her milky white breasts. I gently squeeze her soft warm flesh, pressing my palm against her erect nipple.
“Danae’s specialty area is ‘The Oral Stimulation of the Female Genitalia’ and Daryl is our ‘Vaginal Stimulation of the Male Genitalia’ specialist.” So Danae is the pussy eater and Dad teaches them how to fuck. Looks like it’s Susan’s lucky day, getting her pussy eaten by an expert. Glancing at the screen while I continue to fondle Tracy’s tits, it appears that my sister is in the final throes of an extremely powerful orgasm.
“Tracy, when I turn off the transmitter, you will demonstrate your Oral Stimulation techniques on my genitalia.” I wonder what she can possibly offer that I haven’t already gotten from Mom or Maggie but I’m anxious to find out.
“Do you want the one hour or the two hour stimulation?” she asks without inflection. What the fuck! She’s talking about a one hour or two hour blowjob? Is she putting me on? I look at my watch and try to gauge how long Mom and Daryl are going to be talking.
“How about the thirty minute blowjob, Tracy,” I answer as I start taking my clothes off.
“It can be done, but you won’t get the full impact,” she states matter-of-factly.
“Just do the best you can.” I almost laugh as I turn off the transmitter. I wonder if I should have given Tracy a trigger for later. Oh well.
“Do you want to go to a practice room?” Tracy asks, stepping closer so she can help me remove the last of my clothing. “Or would you rather stay here where you can watch the monitor,” she smiles, knowingly.
“Here is fine,” I answer as she carefully exposes my hard cock, letting my underwear fall to my ankles. Using both hands, she lovingly caresses my hard-on while I step out of my briefs. Her green eyes are almost hypnotic as she smiles up at me; all the while her hands are lightly exploring the length of my shaft.
“Very nice,” she says seductively. “You are definitely Daryl’s son.” Her touch feels nice, but I’m still skeptical about a two-hour blowjob.
“You’ll be more comfortable lying down,” Tracy says motioning to the floor in front of her desk. She picks up a remote control from the desktop and presses a button. The plasma screen emits a soft whirring sound and the top moves away from the wall, tilting it so it can be viewed from the floor. I lie down on my back, sinking into the cushioned carpeting.
“Can you see the screen okay?” Tracy asks. I look up and see Danae lying on top of Susan. They’re locked in a passionate kiss with their pussies grinding against each other. Danae absolutely has the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen and I watch her tanned cheeks undulate as she makes love to my sister.
“Yeah, it’s great,” I say, nearly breathless as I settle into the soft carpeting. Great is an understatement! Watching Danae and my sister fuck on the big plasma TV while the blowjob instructor takes care of my throbbing cock! It’s fucking unbelievable.
“I’ll be right with you,” Tracy says as she walks past me and I quickly shift my eyes from the TV screen to the intersection of Tracy’s thighs. Her thin pussy lips part a little as she steps past my head and I can see moisture glistening between them. I follow her with my eyes as she opens a wooden cabinet and retrieves a small bottle. When she turns around I can see where her triangle of red hair stops at the base of her mound, leaving the area directly around her pussy completely hairless. My cock is at full attention.