Page 19 of A Billion Desires

Thank God, I’d been wrong.

Her pussy felt nice, and wet. Warm.

She wasn’t as tight as Cherry was, but she’d do just fine. Charmaine moaned every time I moved my hips up, shoving my cock further up, jarring her body as I fucked her.

Right after I’d settled into a nice pace, I felt the urgency begin to leave.

Panic flowed through me, and I inwardly shouted to myself, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Two naked women on the bed with me, and I was losing my hard-on at an alarming rate.

Damnit.

I looked down at Charmaine’s breasts—the same breasts that Cherry had just been sucking on—and began licking one of her nipples into my mouth. That helped. I could feel my cock regain some of the stiffness it had lost.

But before too long, I once again started to go soft.

I turned my head toward Cherry, and in a breathless voice, I said, “Open your legs, show me your pussy.”

Quickly, Cherry laid back and opened her thighs for me. I reached my hand over to feel her. She was definitely wet, but not dripping like she’d been for me last time.

As I touched Cherry’s pussy, my cock began to harden again. I kept thrusting inside of Charmaine while I played with Cherry. My eyes slid to Cherry’s breasts, watching them shake with the force of the bed as I fucked Charmaine.

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Cherry

I’d never been asked to participate in a ménage before, but to me, this didn’t seem like a ménage.

As I watched Nick’s hips forcefully smack against Charmaine’s, their bodies making those familiar sex noises—I couldn’t help but feel a little bit—jealous?

Is that really what I was feeling?

Nick was just another John, after all. It wasn’t like we’d dated. Far from it.

He’d paid me for sex.

And I’d given it to him.

A lot of it.

When the girls who answered the phones for Ilona’s, called me several times this week—telling me that Nick was being insistent and that he only wanted me—I had to admit, it made me feel—special? Wanted?

It was stupid, I know.

I was a glorified prostitute.

One step up from walking the streets.

I was also a woman. And I still had feelings, even though I slept with men for money.

And for one shining moment, I thought I’d meant something to Nick.

Apparently not, though. Since he was busy fucking another sex worker from Ilona’s.

His mouth found her nipple again, and he used that rough tongue of his to lave it around and around. I remembered how wonderfully he’d done that to me. To be honest, I thought he’d been slightly obsessed with my breasts, and it had given me a boost of self esteem that I hadn’t had in a long time.

Now, I realized how stupid and childish I’d been acting the last few days.

There was no way a man like Nick would be interested in me.

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