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"Adelle's, Cleo speaking, how may I help you?"
"Hey bitch," Sheila said, grinning. She had been giving Cleo shit ever since she "stole" Andrew from her, but in all honesty she was more surprised by the whole thing than angered. "Just calling to confirm the, uh, the Baxters tonight."
"Hey Sheila. Haven't heard from them, so yeah, you're still on. Ten thirty at the Savoy. Room 222. Hm? Wait, Adelle wants to talk to you."
"Hello Sheila, how are you feeling?" Adelle said warmly.
"Oh I'm fine, thanks. Feeling much better," Sheila said.
"I just wanted to talk to you for a moment about the Baxters. I know you've worked with couples before, but I just wanted to give you a bit more info."
"Oh, I see," Sheila said, instantly alert. She knew that they had to be careful what they said on the phone, but it was always better to know what to expect. Especially if it was something kinky, she thought, smiling slightly.
"They can be bit demanding."
"I see," Sheila said, nodding. Demanding was a codeword that Adelle used sometimes: Apparently the Baxters were into domination play. It had been a while since Sheila had worked anything like that and it wasn't her usual thing. "Uh, that shouldn't be a problem."
"Alright dear. I'll speak to you tomorrow. Keep safe."
"Absolutely. I'll be fine."
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That night, Sheila arrived at the hotel ten minutes early. She wore a little black dress under her coat, the skirt's hem just brushing her upper thighs. She looked like pure sex and she knew it. Many of Adelle's girls had the slim body of a runway model, but Sheila was a perfect example of her "Porn Star Squad," voluptuous beauties that just oozed sex appeal. Sheila was tall, almost six feet, and, as Adelle would say, was a woman and a half in all directions. Her tight hourglass figure was a weapon, and one she knew how to use well.
She arrived at the second floor hallway and took off her coat. She paced for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. She knocked sharply on the door, and waited. A tall red headed woman answered the door wearing a hotel robe.
"Hello, you must be Sheila. Come in, please." Sheila followed her into the suite to find an older man waiting for them, also wearing a robe. "I'm Donna, and this is Arthur," the red head said, leading Sheila till she was standing a few feet in front of the man. "Arthur, this is Sheila. She's gorgeous, isn't she?"
"She is," Arthur said, appraising the younger woman. Sheila stood straight, with her shoulders back. This made her seem taller, and had the added effect of thrusting her large breasts out. She stiffened slightly when she felt Donna lowering the zipper on her dress, pushing the shoulder straps off and letting her dress flutter around her ankles. Sheila didn't react, now clad only in her bra, see through panties, and thigh highs. "She is indeed." Arthur pulled his robe open, revealing that he was nude underneath. He was pretty hairy, his soft cock lying between his almost furry thighs.
"Oh dear. Get him hard for me, slut. Use your mouth," Sheila glanced at the older woman, but Donna was already taking off her robe, leaving her wearing nothing but a stiff black corset, her smallish tits being thrust up by the stiff panels.. Donna put a firm hand on Sheila's shoulders, pushing her down. "Now. Suck him."
Sheila dropped to her knees in front of Arthur and lifted his hardening cock to her lips, pulling the head inside her mouth. Arthur placed a heavy hand on the top of her head, guiding her as his cock quickly grew to full hardness, pressing against the back of her throat. As Sheila serviced him, Donna leaned forward to kiss her husband and look down on Sheila sucking at his cock.
"Mm, she's good," Arthur murmured between kisses, easing Sheila's head up and down his cock. Sheila took it easy, aiming to tease Arthur to full hardness, not make him cum.
"Oh? She suck your cock good baby?" Donna asked, pushing Sheila's head down harder. Sheila took his cock deep, feeling it bump against the back of her throat hard. She fought the urge to gag, grabbing Arthur's cock with her hand and pumping it into her sucking mouth. "I wonder if she sucks pussy as well," she wondered moving out of Sheila's view and moving towards the bed.
"Mm... If she does, you're in luck, babe," Arthur murmured, pushing his cock deep into Sheila's mouth and holding himself there for a moment before pulling her off. "Damn... Crawl over to the bed and eat Donna's pussy, slut." Sheila lowered her eyes and crawled on all fours over to the bed. She saw Donna lying back with her legs spread wide, her pussy covered in a dusting of light red hair. She crawled slowly, arching her back, her round butt swaying slowly as she climbed between the older woman's thighs.
"Mm, eat my pussy, whore. I want to cum on your pretty face," Donna said harshly, grabbing Sheila by her blonde hair and pulling her in tight. Sheila didn't hesitate, licking at Donna's cunt with broad swipes of her tongue. Donna was already a little wet and as Sheila serviced her pussy she only got wetter and wetter, her fat lips swelling with arousal.
While Sheila preferred men, she rather enjoyed the pleasure she could share with a woman. Feeling Donna's firm thighs against her ears, all of her senses dominated by her weeping pussy, Sheila could feel her own pussy becoming moist. And knowing that Arthur, his heavy cock dripping with her saliva, was standing behind her, watching her pleasure his wife, turned her on to no end.
Sheila focused on Donna's hard little clit, making the older woman pant in pleasure. Glancing up Donna's writhing body, she could see Arthur climb onto the bed and pull one of her hard nipples into his mouth, toying with the other one. Sheila pushed two long fingers into Donna's pussy, seeking out the red head's g-spot as she focused on her clit. If she wants me to make her cum, she thought, I'll make this bitch cum hard.
"Oh fuck," Donna groaned, "Oh this whore is going to make me cum. Oh, oh Arthur, oh!" As she came, Sheila could feel her pussy clamp down on her thrusting fingers. She didn't relent, rubbing her fingers hard against that special spot in Donna's pussy, making the older woman moan over and over as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her again and again. With a final cry, Donna shoved Sheila away from her gushing pussy, closing her thighs tight as she shivered for a few moments on the bed, Arthur watching with a big smile and a throbbing cock. "Mm... Fuck honey, I came so good..." she murmured, her voice dreamy.
"Good," Arthur said, returning to the easy chair. "So now your pussy will be nice and tight when you sit on my cock."
"Mm, okay..." Donna murmured, still basking in her orgasm. Sheila, meanwhile, had moved to kneel by the bed. She found that with people with as particular tastes as the Baxters seemed to have, it was best to let them direct you. Donna eventually stood on shaky legs and went to her husband, climbing into his lap and slowly lowering her pussy onto his cock.
