We find a place of our own and go skiing with a client.
Scorpius1945
Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
3. For those who haven't yet read the previous chapters, I suggest you read them to provide context before continuing with this chapter. I am open to suggestions about where you would like this story to go, if you wish to comment. Thanks.
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The past few months really sped by and things happened very quickly. The great news is we have a very up-market place of our own - really far better than we'd ever dreamed of (with a far higher price tag we'd ever dreamed we could afford). It's a new building facing south, so we get the winter sun, with great views and two almost identical, self-contained bedrooms; each has its own bathroom, with spa bath, and small kitchen. There's also a shared lounge which is mainly used when we're at home without clients, an increasingly rare event, or when we have joint clients.
As we'd planned, we still work for the escort agency doing out-calls, but we have also started our own webpage and have clients visit for in-calls. We can both work separately at the same time if necessary, the rooms being very private, with effective sound insulation and the lounge room separating them.
Our apartment was 'christened' by Hank inviting Margarite around for an evening, which turned into a night as we'd hoped. They had met again on several occasions, always at Margarite's place, but we decided that as a repeat client, and Hank's first, it would be a lovely gesture to invite her here. Harold dropped her off at around 6pm and we served drinks and nibbles in the lounge, where Hank introduced me to her. While he poured the drinks, we began our 'girl talk' and continued for a while, Hank listening in a bored but tolerant manner until Margarite mentioned that she enjoyed Hank strapping her ass. I began telling her of our experiences with Ted and Lex, which caught her attention and quickly had her showing signs of arousal as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, as women do when they become aroused but don't want others to know.
"So, did you enjoy it?" she asked me.
"Oh, yes, very much, although it was painful for a few days afterwards, but I'd do it again, definitely."
Margarite turned to Hank. "And did you enjoy it as well?"
"Well, you know I enjoy giving it to you, and yes, I did enjoy receiving it also. Like Celeste said, it was a bit sore for a few days afterwards, but what we did was far more extreme that what you suffered, or enjoyed, at my hands."
"Maybe I could bring some instruments and we could have a bdsm threesome some time," suggested Margarite.
I grinned at Hank, seeing him grinning back at me. "That'd be a great idea," I replied.
The evening turned very sexual after that. We ate supper naked, then Hank brought out a leather belt and gave both Margarite and me 20 strokes on our asses. We then gave him ten strokes each on his. Then things became a little more daring (and painful), with a game of poker in which, after each hand, the winner of the hand gave the loser of the hand one stroke on either pussy or cock and balls.
Poor Hank; he seemed to lose about twice as often as we girls did and after an hour or so of playing his balls were red and swollen, which is not to say that our pussies weren't; they were, just not to the same extent. Hank suggested that as we'd had so much fun beating his balls black and blue, it was time our breasts suffered. We agreed that if he won the next hand he could beat both of our breasts with five strokes per breast. As luck would have it, he won, so we ended up with red and sore breasts and nipples, by which time we decided it was time for some more intense and personal play.
We all went to my bedroom, where we lay Hank on the bed on his back. I then straddled his face while Margarite straddled his hard cock, sliding her dripping pussy down until she was seated firmly on her saddle. Hank's nose was against my clit as he tongued my pussy deeply, so I moved back and forth, stimulating my clit on his nose, which quickly had me really horny and him suffering from lack of air. He pushed me upwards after a short time, gasping in great lungfuls of air before I resumed my seat. I was feeling really horny so I continued fucking his mouth and very quickly I had my first orgasm of the evening, nearly suffocating poor Hank in the process.
I moved off him and straddled his legs behind Margarite, reaching around her and massaging her breasts before squeezing and pulling her nipples, already very sensitive from the beating. Margarite's hips increased their rhythm as she arched back against me and began moaning with lust. Hank held her hips and assisted her to move back and forth harder and faster until with a scream she came. Her writhing, shuddering body in orgasm was exactly as I'd envisioned it from Hank's descriptions as he held her tightly in place, her clit pressed hard against the root of his cock. Slowly the waves of ecstasy slowed and stopped and she rested propped on her arms with her hands each side of his head.
After a few minutes she and I rolled off Hank and lay together on the bed, cuddling, kissing and caressing each other's body. Hank lay on his side, his head propped up by his elbow, and watched as we aroused each other. Despite having experienced a small orgasm, it had only made me hornier; I needed a massive orgasm very soon and Margarite was apparently quite willing to oblige. We began playing the mirroring game, each doing to the other what was being done to them. I found it very interesting to watch the effects of my stimulation on Margarite while also feeling the same sensations as she was probably feeling. Each change that I made was reflected in a change to what she was doing; squeezing harder meant that she would also squeeze harder. I quickly learnt how to gain the stimulation I needed by touching her in the way I wanted to be touched. I wondered if it was possible to stimulate each other to simultaneous orgasms.
I was so horny that it didn't take me long to cum, letting out a small scream as Margarite rubbed my clit with her fingers while twisting a nipple. I felt my body shuddering as wave after wave of intense orgasm washed through me. Then she eased back and I recovered, repeating the actions that she had been doing on her, bringing her to a similar orgasm after a short time. We both relaxed, then turned our attention to Hank, who was slowly stroking his cock to spread the precum that was oozing out so copiously. Margarite and I grinned at each other, then she began stroking his cock while I tenderly cupped his balls, pulling them away from his body gently, due to the pain they would probably be feeling from the earlier beating. Hank rolled onto his back to give us more space in which to work, grinning up at us as he enjoyed the attention.
