We spent the remainder of the afternoon reviewing and organizing data that suggested my changes seemed to be permanent. After the session broke up and we were preparing to leave, Susan told me, “pick me up tonight at 7.”
“What?” I tried to restrain my surprise and avoid attracting Alex’s attention. “You already set it up?”
Susan gave me a Mona Lisa smile. “You’re a pushover, Lloyd. I knew I could do it.”
I smiled thinly in return and left. It was beginning to feel like I’d created a monster. However, I’d given my word, and I’d feel better if I was there to watch out for her. And, I admitted to myself, I was looking forward to fucking Susan — even in the presence of another guy.
Thus I found myself pulling up in front of Susan’s apartment right at the top of the hour. I could see Susan talking to Yelena in the lobby; the girls noticed me and Yelena waved as Susan walked out to the car. I jumped out to get the door for her, although Susan had enough practice to handle it herself.
“To the Madison, James,” she drawled in a mock British accent, once I’d rejoined her in the car.
“Certainly, Madame,” I replied in the same tone, and put the car into gear. It was a nice hotel, once very nice, that wasn’t too far off campus. Its declining fortunes owed more to the subsequent construction of newer properties closer to the city center than to decay, and it was still the place well-heeled parents and alumni wanted to stay when they visited the campus. “That must have cost you a pretty penny,” I told Susan in my usual voice.
She laughed. “Not a cent! I won it on a bet.”
“What bet?” I asked, laughing too. “With who?”
“You’ll see,” Susan smiled mysteriously.
I couldn’t get anything more out of her on the drive over. Turning over the car to the hotel valet was a little nerve-wracking, but most of my mind was focused on Susan and the question of who the other guy would be. Apparently she already had a key, so we walked through the hotel lobby to the elevators.
“Looking forward to this evening?” Susan asked, brushing my pants to feel for my penis. She found me half-hard.
“Half of it, anyway,” I admitted. I reached for a breast but Susan adroitly steered my hand aside. I settled for a steamy kiss instead.
We found the room and Susan let us in. I don’t really know what or who I was expecting, but I wasn’t prepared to find Danny Sullivan sitting in the armchair, nursing a glass of champagne.
He rose and came forward to shake my hand. “Lloyd Parker, I really didn’t expect to see you here,” he told me with a grin. Turning to Susan, he added, “You’re an expensive date.”
“I’m just learning to get what I want,” Susan rejoined, throwing her coat across the chair. “I’ll just freshen up while you gentlemen prepare yourselves.” She disappeared into the bathroom.
“Oh, I’m prepared!” Danny told the closed door. “I have to say,” he continued, “I didn’t have you figured for this kind of scene, Lloyd. But I guess Susan’s a hot enough number to have both of us wrapped around her little finger, eh?” He leaned closer. “I’ve been with a lot of girls, and I never met one who got off on sex the way she does. What a firecracker!”
“Yeah,” I tersely agreed. I couldn’t decide if it was better or worse to be stuck in this with somebody I knew, much less Alex’s brother. I couldn’t resist asking, “How’d she get you here, anyway?”
Danny laughed. “Not much to it, Lloyd! She just asked if I wanted to help give her a night to remember. I’m always ready to help out a lady that way!” He made some thrusting motions with his hips to reinforce the message, and then sighed. “I just thought she’d end up paying for the room when she bet me you’d be the other guy. What about you?”
I had to smile, thinking of how Susan had played both of us. “She bet me she could blow me without getting off herself; I lost.”
“Really?” Danny blinked. “I would have taken that bet, too — talk about a hair trigger. Damn, I wish I’d seen it!”
Some perverse notion made me tell him, “Your sister did.”
“Alexandra?!” He gaped, genuinely off-balance for once. “How did that happen?”
I shrugged, obscurely pleased by his reaction. “We were doing it in the office at school, and she walked in on us.”
“I bet that went over like a lead balloon,” Danny laughed. “Now I really wish I’d been there.”
After a chuckle, I admitted, “she seems pretty uptight about that kind of thing, I but I think she was too surprised to say much.”
Danny poured me a glass of champagne. “Lloyd, before 10 minutes ago, I would have said you were too uptight for this.” He toasted the closed bathroom door and then me.
“I guess first impressions can be deceiving.” I hesitated, but he seemed to be in a good mood, so I observed, “I wouldn’t have thought Alexandra and Jonathan would make a couple — how did they meet?”
“Cotillion, I think.” Danny took a sip and paused before continuing. “When we were kids, anyway. Mom liked to pretend we were rich; Jonathan’s parents actually were rich.” He snorted. “Alexandra was looking for Prince Charming, and I think Jonathan was looking for arm candy, a nice corporate wife. I’ve seen worse couples.”
It wasn’t a stirring endorsement, and I thought about drawing him out a little more, but the bathroom door opened and Susan rejoined us.
She was wearing a lacy black baby doll negligee with matching panties, and that was it. Her hair was down and teased out, and her lips were a suspiciously familiar deep red. “How do I look?” she asked, twirling so we could see all of her.
“Why don’t you come over here and ask?” returned Danny, who set his drink on the side table without taking his eyes off of her.
Susan looked hot, but it still felt funny having Danny there too, and I didn’t say anything. I think she sensed that, because she sauntered over and embraced me. I could feel Susan’s body as clearly as her questing hand could my erection, and we kissed hungrily.
Danny was kind enough to remove the glass from my hand before I spilled it, and then he was embracing Susan from behind and running his hands down her body. I tried to ignore his nearness and concentrate on her. “I hope this wasn’t too expensive,” he murmured in Susan’s ear.
“Why?” she mumbled into my mouth, undulating sensuously between the two of us.
“Because I’m going to be paying for it too,” he replied, and then literally tore the panties off her body. Susan squealed with surprise, and then jumped again as Danny inserted a few fingers into her from behind. She moaned, making my cock even harder.
“C’mon, Lloyd,” Danny chided, breaking our embrace and steering Susan toward the bed, “we aren’t here to hit singles and make out; the lady wants us to get to home plate. Am I right?”
Susan lay back atop the covers, breathing heavily, and spread her knees in clear invitation. It was surprisingly easy to focus on her glistening sex and ignore Danny, who was shedding his clothes beside me. I fumbled with my own fly.
Naked at last, I nearly threw myself at Susan and sheathed myself to the hilt in her molten cunt. I leaned forward to kiss her, but Danny was beside us and Susan turned aside to take his rampant organ in her mouth. The three of us bucked together without any rhythm, but the feel of Susan convulsing between us was unbelievable.
I jetted into her depths almost immediately, and I saw overflow from Danny’s load trickling from her mouth not much later. There was no way to be sure, but I suspected Susan had already orgasmed at least once. My cock was still ready for more, but she rolled away from me, trying to follow Danny’s reddened tool.
“Ride me, you slut,” he teased her, flopping on his back and holding her head away from his throbbing manhood. I thought his attitude was coarse, but Susan wasted no time in clambering forward and impaling herself on him.
It didn’t fit my mental image of Susan, and I didn’t like watching her fuck another guy, but I had to admit she was looking and acting a lot like a slut. “Oh fuck me, fuck me harder, pound me!” Susan slurred, her tits swaying as she bounced up and down on Danny and I watched my scum leaking onto their thighs.
I think my pride was a little wounded that she seemingly could forget me so quickly. If Susan was going to act like a slut craving faceless cock, I decided, maybe I should just treat her that way. I moved up behind them, focusing on her tiny rosebud, and pressed against her.
It wasn’t like I was forcing her. “Oh, God, yes!” Susan moaned, and pressed backwards so I slid into her. When she reversed course and moved back against Danny, I followed. I could feel his cock pressing against mine inside her, one of the most erotic sensations I’d encountered.
I began a slow pistoning motion, because I knew that really got her off. “Fucking slut,” I grunted. Danny said something, but I couldn’t hear him over Susan’s moaning and gasping. I reached around her head and muzzled her with one hand.
“Roll over,” he repeated; I realized most of our weight was on top of him. Keeping a firm grip on Susan, I leaned sideways and fell to the bed. He rolled with us, leaving us all on our sides with Susan the meat in our sandwich. “Thanks,” he grinned, then refocused on Susan. “Take this, bitch!”
We started slamming ourselves into her, working into a synchronized rhythm. I could go deepest when we were alternating strokes, but it was when we were both thrusting into her simultaneously that Susan just went nuts.
“That’s the ticket!” Danny grunted. “Give it to her!” I came again, unloading in Susan’s tight ass, but kept going, maintaining pace with Danny. I also kept my hand over Susan’s mouth, keeping the volume to a manageable level. Susan’s body was thrashing as if she were experiencing continuous orgasms, and her head suddenly snapped backwards and cracked me in the face so hard I saw stars.
When I could focus again, the first thing I heard was Susan crying. My initial alarm faded after I realized she was saying, “Oh my God, I can’t believe I came like that!”
“You’re an E-ticket ride, baby,” agreed Danny, leaning over me to look at my forehead. “I think you’re gonna have a bump there, Lloyd.”
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