When Mark invited me to join him at his cabin for a weekend, I was thrilled. Three full days, just the two of us, in the middle of nowhere, fucking in every imaginable way. I couldn't wait. When he picked me up on Friday morning and carried my bags to the car, I saw the envy on the other girls' faces. Mark was the most wanted client. He was young and hot and was a great fuck.
But now, sitting in the living room of his large cabin, my enthusiasm was diminished. Mark had me wear a short black dress and high heels and what i thought would be an exciting night of fucking and cumming turned out to be cocktails with one of his colleagues and his wife. The guy, Luke, was in his 30s, about the same age as Mark, and really hot. His hair and eyes were dark, his skin the color of chocolate. Underneath his expensive costume, I could see well defined muscles, stretching the fabric of his shirt when he moved. His wife was a short, plump redhead named Lila. Her large tits were almost spilling out of her V neck sweater and her jeans were tight over her round ass. She seemed nervous and forced herself to laugh at her husband's every joke. She threw furtive looks at Mark. I could tell she found him hot. I was just sitting on the sofa, sipping my wine, bored out of my fucking mind.
I thought about the drive from the city, Mark pulling over in the woods and bending me over the hood of his Mercedes, fucking me. I remembered the shocked face of a woman in a car driving past us just as I came.
"Emma?" a voice called out from far ahead.
I brought my mind back to the present and looked at Luke, who was talking to me.
"Sorry," I said. "My mind was somewhere else. You were saying?"
"We were talking about our college years," Mark said. "Luke was asking if any of us had any fun sexual escapades to share. You know, everybody experiments in college."
Mark smiled at me, a mischievous look in his eyes. Luke and Lila didn't seem to know I was a paid whore and thought Mark and I were dating. If only they knew, that the night we'd met, Mark was one of the 6 guys to fuck me. I put my glass of wine on the coffee table and smiled.
"Some," I replied. "What exactly are you asking?"
"Well," Luke replied, "have you ever experimented with women?"
Back at the house, the 6 of us girls fucked each other every day, I wanted to say.
"Who hasn't?" I said instead.
"Well, me." Lila replied, cheeks turning red.
I looked at Mark and he smiled knowingly. Was this a game? I decided to thread carefully.
"It's never too late."
Lila smiled at me nervously and Luke cleared his throat. Perhaps I'd overstepped.
The conversation turned boring again and I shut my mind down, putting on a polite smile, nodding along to their stories. We spent the next two hours emptying a few bottles of wine and the atmosphere was more relaxed; The guys had taken their jackets off, their ties loose, top buttons undone. I had kicked my shoes off and my sleek ponytail had turned into a messy bun. Luke had shared some edibles and now we were all sitting and talking like old friends, laughing together. Even Lila seemed much more relaxed. Someone had proposed we play "Truth or Dare" and we had challenged each other to silly dares, crying with laughter. It was Luke's turn now, and he had chosen "dare". Mark thought for a moment, then said "I dare you to kiss Emma." I looked at Lila, her wide eyes fixed on her husband, who seemed oblivious to her presence. He was looking me straight in the eye, then reached out from his armchair, coiling his fingers against the back of my head and pulled me into a deep long kiss. He was a great kisser and I would have loved to keep going, peeling his clothes off, letting him fuck me.
"Okay," Luke said. "It's your turn now, Lila. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," she said, emboldened by the edibles and the alcohol.
"I dare you to kiss Emma," Luke said.
Lila's eyes turned to me and she began laughing euphorically. "I've never kissed a girl," she said. "I don't know if I'm good at it."
She was smiling but I could see the nerves and doubt in her eyes. I put my glass down and went to sit next to her on the sofa. "Well, let's find out then!" I said, pulling her in for a kiss. Her lips were full and wet and tasted like wine. I walked my tongue across them, then slowly pushed them open and let my tongue invade her mouth. She moaned softly and I kissed her harder, our mouths melting into each other. When I finally pulled away, I bit her lower lip gently and looked into her eyes. "You are a great kisser," I said. "Are you sure you've never been with a woman before?"
She shook her head, her eyes half-closed and her cheeks red.
"Would you like to?" I whispered. "Now is your chance."
She considered it briefly, but I kissed her again before she could say anything else. I let my body slide off the sofa and knelt in front of her on the soft rug. I kept kissing her, but when my hand touched her breast over her sweater, she moaned and said "Yes, yes, I want to."
I began placing soft kisses on her neck, licking the tender spot behind her ear, my hand sneaking up under her sweater to cup a full breast, covered in lace. I pulled the sweater up over her head and cupped both her tits, so big they barely fit in my hands.
"Should we go to the bedroom?" she asked, her breathing heavy with desire. I looked over my shoulder at the two men who were enjoying the show.
"Well, that wouldn't be fair, would it? If we kept all the fun to ourselves." I said, letting my thumb massaging her nipple through the thin lace of her bra.