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“Turn what…”

I realize what she means. I look down and see the bullet tucked inside the dildo. I turn it on and instantly start feeling the vibrations against my clit. The escort slides down, starting on the woman’s inner thigh, and I get ready. I stand between her legs as she moves to me. I grip her hips when she starts licking the woman’s sex, and I bring the dildo to hers, moving it up and down through her wetness. And she is wet. I push inside her, and she groans pleasantly. I press all the way into her, feeling the vibrations on my clit. I know I won’t last long, but I want to be here, in this moment. I want to participate. I want to know if this is enough for me.

I begin to thrust slowly. One hand is on her ass. The other is on her hip, bringing her forward and back.

“Slap it,” the member says. “Is that okay, baby?” she asks the woman between her legs, running her hand through her hair.

The woman mumbles. I slap her ass lightly.

“Yes,” the member says.

The escort moans, and I slap her other cheek lightly. She moans again. I thrust harder and deeper.

“Fuck,” I say, knowing I’m going to come from this.

“You should play with your nipples while you’re buried inside my girl,” the member says.

I choose not to listen. Instead, I reach around the escort and begin to stroke her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she says, pulling away from the member’s clit. “Yes.”

“Oh, yes,” the member says. “Make her come,” she says to me. “Baby, I’m going down on you after this. I want you in my mouth,” she says to the escort again.

“Yes,” the woman replies.

I remove my hand from her clit and grip her hips hard now with both hands. Now, I’m really fucking her. She’s moving back against me and then toward the other woman. She’s sucking and licking her as I push deeper. The vibrator is too much, and I come as I continue to push into her erratically. I close my eyes from pleasure, and my head goes back, but I’m not sure I’m focusing enough to make her come, too. Then, I hear it – both women are coming.

I open my eyes and see the member pressing the escort’s head down. I see now that the escort has her hand between the woman’s legs. She’s moving in and out of her as she sucks on her clit, and it’s so sexy. The woman I’m fucking is coming, too. I keep thrusting. I have to turn off the vibrator because I can’t take it anymore, but I keep thrusting until she finally moves so far forward that I fall out of her. She then slides up the bed to the woman beneath her, and they’re kissing again.

I’m standing there with a strap-on, watching these two women kiss one another after they come, and suddenly, I feel like I’m watching something I shouldn’t be. It’s like I’m intruding. The member is holding on to the escort’s face, silently asking her to keep kissing her. I pull off the harness and leave it on the bed. Then, I dress quickly, turn to go, and turn back to see that the member is now on top of the escort. The escort is running her hands up and down the member’s sides. The member is massaging the escort’s breasts, then moves down her body, and it’s like they’ve both forgotten I was even in the room.

“You feel so good,” the escort says when the woman licks her pussy. “God, don’t stop, baby. I need you.”

“I need you, too, baby,” the member replies.

Now, I know I’m watching something I probably shouldn’t be, so I turn back and leave the room. I close the door and press my back against it. It was sexy. I came hard. Those two things are true, but there’s something missing. It’s her. I close my eyes and picture her face between my legs. I picture what I just did to the escort in that room, and there’s no comparison – I want her. I miss her.

MONTH 3. PART 2. – Life

(POV Escort)

“We’re glad you could make it,” my friend says as she invites me into the home she shares with her wife.

“Yeah, I know. Things have been a little crazy lately. I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”

“We understand,” she says.

We walk through the large foyer and into the kitchen, where the smell of roasted chicken, garlic, and lemon meets my nose.

“I’m heating something up for you since we ate already,” her wife tells me as she pulls a plate out of the microwave. “We would have waited, but–”

“I was two hours late,” I say. “I’m so sorry. I had to–”

“It’s okay,” she tells me and sets the plate on the kitchen table. “We haven’t had our dessert yet. We thought we could eat that with you.”

“I’ll get it,” my friend says, heading toward the refrigerator.

I sit down and pour wine for all three of us into the glasses on the table. When they join me, it’s with pieces of home-made pie, including one for me. I start on the chicken first, starving since I haven’t eaten all day, and they dig into their pie.

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