The Black Box

I enter the semi-private room at the Black Box. One the opposite end is a one way mirror letting people look in. Sandra Bullock and Jennifer Aniston were already there, stripped to their panties and bras.

"Hi, I'm Eric Goodenberger, I'm the owner of the Black box. I understand you want to hire me so you can give me a blow job."

The place feels smaller than I expected—just a plain white box of a room, bare except for a small table and a couple of sofas. A one-way mirror runs the length of one wall, catching the light in a way that makes my pulse jump a little.

Sandra and Jennifer sit side by side, relaxed but alert, like they're waiting for something. When I speak, my voice sounds too loud in the quiet.

"So, um... I guess I'm here to help you figure out what you want." I try to keep my tone steady, though my hands feel unsteady. "We can talk about it first, if that's easier."

Sandra looks at Jennifer, then back at me. "It's okay," she says, soft but sure. "We know what we want."

Sandra shifts slightly, the leather of the sofa creaking under her. "We came here for a reason," she says, her voice carrying a quiet authority. "And we're not the kind of women who beat around the bush."

Jennifer leans forward, her arms resting on her thighs, her expression unreadable. "The job," she says, her tone casual, conversational. "It's simple. We want to hire you to fuck us. Both of us. Right here, right now."

The air in the room is thick, the low hum of the fluorescent lights almost inaudible beneath the pounding of my own heartbeat. I can see the curve of Sandra's bare shoulders, the way Jennifer's fingers tap idly against her knee. They don't look away, don't break eye contact their gazes hold a challenge, a dare, a demand.

Sandra's eyes track the movement of my hands as I pull the shirt over my head, her expression unreadable but intent. Jennifer doesn't move at all, just watches me from the corner of her vision, waiting. The air feels charged, like static before a storm.

"Slowly," Sandra says, though it isn't a request. "We want to see what we're getting."

I set the shirt down on the table, the fabric whispering against the surface. My heartbeat is still loud in my ears, but I force myself to move deliberately, to give them what they're asking for. Jennifer's gaze flicks to my chest, then back up to my face. There's something assessing in it, like she's cataloging me.

"You're excited," she says, not unkindly. "That's good."

Sandra laughs softly, a quiet sound that doesn't reach her eyes. "It means he's paying attention."

 The cold air of the room kisses my skin as I push my pants down, the fabric sliding over my hips with a slow, deliberate motion. Jennifer's eyes follow the movement, her tongue dipping out to wet her lips ever so slightly. Sandra watches with the patience of a predator, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the leather of the sofa.

"You're not shy," she murmurs, tilting her head as she takes in the full view. "That's refreshing."

Jennifer leans back, stretching her arms above her head, the movement making her breasts lift slightly. "No need for hesitation now," she says, her voice smooth, like velvet. "You're here. We're here. Let's stop pretending this is anything but what it is."

Sandra nods, her smile widening as she uncrosses her legs and leans forward. "She's right," she says, her voice husky. "Take off the rest, Eric."

 I stand there, feeling the cool air of the room as I take off my boxers. The atmosphere crackles with tension as Sandra and Jennifer watch me, their eyes dark with something unmistakable. Sandra shifts slightly, crossing and uncrossing her legs, the movement drawing attention to the smooth lines of her thighs.

Jennifer exhales softly as I step out of my boxers, completely naked now, your erection already obvious. "Mmm," she murmurs, her gaze traveling slowly up your body. "You're definitely interested."

Sandra rises from the sofa in one fluid motion, her panties and bra the only thing left between you. She steps close,to me and places a hand on my chest, fingers splaying over my pecs.

"We're paying you for this," she says softly, her thumb brushing lightly over your nipple.

Sandra's thumb stills against my skin, and a slow smile spreads across her lips.

"Oh, we know," she purrs. Her other hand lifts to trace the line of my jaw. "That's why we're here."

Behind her, Jennifer rises, moving with a dancer's grace. She circles around me, her steps silent on the polished floor. I feel her warmth at your, her fingers ghost over your shoulders, then trail down your spine.

"Expensive doesn't scare us," Jennifer says, her breath warm against my ear. "We're used to getting exactly what we want."

Sandra's hand slides lower, over the ridges of my stomach, her touch deliberate, proprietary. She's mapping me, committing the feel of my skin to memory.

 Sandra's hand slides lower, over the ridges of my stomach, her touch deliberate, proprietary. She's mapping me, committing the feel of my skin to memory.

"Jennifer," Sandra says, her voice low, not breaking eye contact with me. "The condoms."

Jennifer moves toward the small table. She opens a drawer and pulls out a small, sleek black box. She returns, holding it out. Inside, resting on velvet, are a few foil packets.

"We believe in being safe," Jennifer says, plucking one from the box. "Even when we're being… reckless."

Sandra finally steps back, her hand dropping from my body. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra in a single, practiced motion. It falls away, and she lets it drop to the floor. Her breasts are full, her nipples taut in the cool air.

I touch Sandra's breast. The skin is soft, warm despite the chill of the room. My thumb brushes over her nipple, and she lets out a sharp, quiet inhale. Her eyes lock onto mine, a challenge and an invitation all at once.

Jennifer watches, her own breath quickening slightly. She tears open the condom packet with her teeth, the sound sharp in the quiet. She doesn't look away from the two of us as she does it.

Sandra leans into my touch, her hand coming up to cover mine, pressing it more firmly against her. "He's not shy with his hands either," she says to Jennifer, a note of approval in her voice.

Jennifer steps forward, the condom now between her fingers. She hands it to me, her fingers brushing yours. "Your turn," she says. Her gaze flicks down your body, then back up. "Unless you need help."

"You look like you want to put on me yourself"

I hold the foil packet loosely in my palm, offering it back to her. Sandra's hand remains pressed over mine on her breast, her heartbeat a steady, quick rhythm against my palm.

Jennifer's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of amusement in their depths. She doesn't take the condom. Instead, she lets her gaze travel slowly, blatantly, down the length of my body again.

"Confident," she says, the word a soft exhale. She finally reaches out, but not for the condom. Her fingertips graze my hipbone, tracing the line of muscle there. "I think Sandra should do it. She picked you out of the portfolio."

Sandra's lips curve into a smile. She releases my hand from her breast and takes the condom from my palm. Her movements are deliberate, unhurried.

Sandra kneels, condom in hand. The cool air of the room does little to mask the heat of my body as Sandra kneels. She unrolls the condom with practiced ease, her fingers firm and sure. Her breath ghosts over your thighs as she works, her face close to your skin. When she's finished, she rests her hands on my hips, looking up at me with a knowing smile.

Jennifer watches from above, her lips parted slightly, her breathing a little uneven. She steps closer, her fingers trailing down your back. "That looks good on you," she murmurs, her voice husky.

Sandra rises slowly, her body brushing against mine as she stands. She doesn't move away, her hand still on my hip. Jennifer's fingers curl around my waist from behind, pulling my both closer. The three of us form a tight, heated circle.

"Now," Sandra says, her voice soft but commanding.

"Which of you beautiful ladies do I get to fuck first?" 

I feel the warm press of Sandra against my front and the firm grip of Jennifer at my back. Sandra's breasts press into my chest, her nipples still hard against my skin. Jennifer's hands slide from my waist up to my shoulders, her nails lightly scoring my skin.

They exchange a look over my shoulder, a silent communication that is sharp and intimate.

"We're not taking turns," Sandra says, her voice low and steady. Her eyes never leave mine. "That's not what we paid for."

Jennifer's lips brush the nape of my neck. "We both get you at the same time."

Sandra's hand slides down from my hip, her fingers grazing the base of my cock where the condom begins. "The sofa," she says, a simple command.

She takes a step back, her hand still on me, leading me backward.

Jennifer's fingers tighten on my shoulders as youImove with Sandra, guiding me toward the leather couch. The air in the room feels even thinner now, charged with something primal. Sandra's hand remains on me as she steps aside, letting me sit first. The leather is cool beneath my bare skin.

Jennifer kneels beside me, her fingers trailing up my inner thigh. Sandra stands above me, looking down with half-lidded eyes. She gets on top of me, one knee on either side of your hips. She doesn't touch me yet, just lets me look up at her, savoring the moment.

"First," she says softly, "you'll fuck me."

Jennifer's hand closes around me, stroking slowly. Sandra's other hand rests on my shoulder, steadying herself as she sinks down.

The air leaves Sandra's lungs in a controlled sigh as she takes me inside her, inch by deliberate inch, her head tilting back. Her eyes close for a moment, then open to find mine again, her gaze holding mine as surely as her body does.

Jennifer watches from beside my hip, her hand still on me, her touch now a slow, guiding caress against Sandra's rhythm. "Look at him," Jennifer murmurs, her voice thick with want. "He fits perfectly."

Sandra begins to move, a slow, rolling grind of her hips that draws a low groan from me. Her hands brace on your chest. The leather sofa creaks softly beneath your combined weight.

Jennifer leans, her hands sliding up Sandra's sides as she presses her mouth against Sandra's. The kiss is deep, hungry, open-mouthed and intense. Sandra's hips don't stop moving, rolling in slow, sinuous circles as she rides me. The friction is unbearable, the wet heat of her surrounding me completely.

Jennifer breaks the kiss first, her face flushed. Her mouth hovers near Sandra's ear. "I want to taste him," she breathes.

Sandra's breathing catches. She looks down at you, her face showing the intensity of the kiss and her own arousal. She nods once.

Jennifer shifts, moving down between your bodies. Her tongue drags along the length of your cock where it disappears inside Sandra, the slick wetness of her mouth mingling with Sandra's arousal.

Jennifer leans in, her lips finding Sandra's in a practiced, hungry kiss. It's not a brief peck, but a deep, open-mouthed claim, her hand coming up to cup Sandra's jaw. Sandra moans into Jennifer's mouth, the sound vibrating through her body and into mine. I feel it where we're are joined with her, a flutter of internal muscles tightening around me.

They break apart, both breathing hard, their foreheads resting together for a moment. Sandra's gaze, hazy and dark, returns to mine.

"Now," Jennifer whispers, her lips slick and swollen. She doesn't move from her place beside me. Instead, she shifts, turning her body toward me. Her free hand slides up your chest, over Sandra's splayed fingers, and she guides your face toward hers. "You don't just watch."

Sandra's rhythm falters slightly as I reach for Jennifer, her body responding to the shift in your attention. Jennifer's fingers guide my mouth to hers, and she kisses you with a hunger that matches the way Sandra moves above you. The taste of Jennifer's lipstick mingles with the salt of her skin as her tongue seeks yours.

Sandra's fingers dig into my chest as she feels me shift focus, her breathing becoming more ragged, her movements more urgent. The leather sofa creaks loudly as she rides me, her hips finding a faster rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through my body.

Jennifer's hand leaves my face to trail down your chest. She moves closer, her thigh brushing against Sandra's as she positions herself within reach. Her eyes never leave yours, dark with intent as she waits for you to make the next move.

I turn my head to accept Jennifer's challenge, breaking the kiss to move toward her. I place my hand on her hip, guiding her closer until I can reach her breast with my mouth. She arches into the touch, her fingers threading through my hair as I take her nipple between my teeth. The soft leather beneath me shifts as Sandra continues her relentless pace.

"Fuck," Jennifer hisses. Sandra moans above me, her pace growing erratic as she watches my mouth on Jennifer's breast. The heat between us is suffocating, sweat beading on all three bodies, the air thick with sex and the faint metallic tang of Sandra's arousal.

I move from Jennifer's breast to her neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin there.

 Sandra's rhythm stutters. "Oh god," she gasps, her fingers curling tighter against my chest. Jennifer's nails scrape lightly across my shoulder as she angles herself for better access to my mouth. The sofa creaks ominously, but none of us pay it any mind. The room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing, wet skin sliding against skin, and the occasional soft moan that any of you could have made.

Jennifer's hand finds my cock where it's buried inside Sandra, her fingers brushing against the base of your shaft, feeling where you're connected to her friend. "You're so deep," she murmurs, her breath warm against your ear. "I can feel you both."

Sandra whimpers at the touch, her hips rolling in desperate circles. "Jen," she manages, her voice tight. "Don't stop."

I turn my head to watch our reflection in the one-way mirror.

I catch our reflection in the one-way mirror, a jarring yet intoxicating sight. The image staring back at me is primal, a tableau of tangled limbs and slick skin. Sandra's body bobs above yours, her breasts jiggling with the force of her movements. Jennifer's hand rests on your hip, her fingers tracing idle patterns as she watches both me and her friend's reflection.

The mirror distorts the edges of the room, making the encounter seem even more confined and intense. I see the sweat glistening on your chest, the way Jennifer's lips part as she breathes heavily, the way Sandra's eyes are half-closed in ecstasy. The image is surreal, like a scene from a pornographic film, but it's undeniably real. I'm in the midst of it, my reflection a silent witness to the hedonistic dance of bodies.

I wonder how many people are watching on the other side.  The thought sends a thrill through me - dozens of unseen eyes, unseen hands perhaps even touching themselves as they observe. The idea that strangers might be jacking off to the sight of you fucking two of Hollywood's most famous actresses is strangely exhilarating. I can almost sense their presence beyond the glass, the air thick with their arousal.

Jennifer notices my gaze fixed on the mirror and follows it. She presses closer to me, her free hand sliding down my arm. "They're enjoying the show," she murmurs in my ear, lips grazing the shell as she speaks. "Can you feel it? Their excitement makes the air heavy."

Sandra's movements become more erratic, her hips grinding down hard as she chases her climax. Jennifer's hand on your cock pulses in time with Sandra's movements, her thumb brushing over your shaft where it disappears inside her friend.

 The mirror reflects Sandra's body as she throws her head back in ecstasy, her mouth forming a silent scream. Her hips stutter, grinding down hard as her internal muscles clench rhythmically around my cock. Jennifer's fingers tighten on my hip, her nails digging in slightly as she watches her friend's orgasm unfold in the reflection.

Sandra's breasts bounce wildly as she rides out her climax, her hands gripping my chest for support. Jennifer's other hand moves to her friend's back, her fingers tracing the curve of her spine. "That's it, baby," Jennifer whispers, her voice husky with arousal. "Let him feel it."

The mirror captures every detail of Sandra's pleasure - the flush spreading across her chest and face, the sheen of sweat on her neck, the way her mouth opens and closes as she gasps for air.

Jennifer turns her head to kiss Sandra's shoulder, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt on her skin. "You're so beautiful when you come," she murmurs between kisses. "And he's so deep inside you."

Sandra's body convulses with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her inner muscles still fluttering around me. She collapses forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she struggles to catch her breath. Jennifer's hand slides up to caress Sandra's back in slow, soothing circles.

"I want a turn to fuck him," Jennifer says, looking down at where me and Sandra are still connected. She meets my eyes in the mirror, her gaze dark with hunger. "May I?"

Sandra raises her head just enough to glance at me, then at Jennifer. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across her face. "Mmm... I think he'd like that," she purrs.

"I most certainly would." I respond.

Jennifer's smile widens at my response, a slow, hungry expression that promises sin. She leans down to kiss me, her tongue sliding against yours with deliberate slowness. Sandra remains draped across my chest, her sweat-damp skin still radiating heat. Jennifer's hand on my hip tightens as she shifts her weight, guiding my cock as Sandra lifts herself slightly.

"Mmm, so wet for me," Jennifer murmurs against my lips, her fingers tracing the length of me where it emerges from her friend. Sandra makes a soft, pleased noise as she watches, still catching her breath from her own climax. Jennifer's thumb circles the base of my shaft, collecting Sandra's arousal and spreading it upward with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Let me have him," Jennifer says, looking directly at Sandra. There's something almost possessive in her tone, a territorial claim that Sandra clearly welcomes.

Jennifer guides your cock as she straddles me, her panties already pushed to the side. The heat of her entrance envelops me, her inner muscles pulsing with eagerness. She sinks down slowly, her mouth parting in a silent gasp. Sandra watches, her head resting on your shoulder, her hand tracing lazy circles on your chest.

"Fuck," Jennifer hisses, her hips rolling as she takes me deeper. "You feel even better than I imagined." Her hands grip my thighs, her nails digging in as she starts to move. The reflection in the mirror shows Jennifer's breasts bouncing with her movements, her head thrown back in pleasure. The sofa creaks beneath me, the leather cool against my bare skin.

 I feel Jennifer's inner walls clench around me as she rises and falls, her pace steady but relentless. Sandra's breath tickles my neck as she watches the show Jennifer's putting on. Jennifer's hands slide up your thighs, her fingers digging into the muscle as she grinds down, her clit pressing against your pelvis.

"God, Eric," Jennifer moans, her voice thick with arousal. "I've wanted this since I saw your portfolio." Her hips roll in tight circles, her body quivering as she rides me.

Sandra's hand trails up from my chest to Jennifer's waist, her fingers splaying across her friend's hip. "Look at you," Sandra purrs, leaning in to nip at Jennifer's shoulder. "Taking him so well."

Jennifer throws her head back with a gasp as Sandra's teeth graze her skin. Her rhythm falters for a moment before she picks it back up, faster now, more urgent.

The mirror shows Jennifer's face contorted in ecstasy, her dark hair sticking to her face with sweat. Her breasts bounce as she rides me, her nipples pebbled and hard. Sandra leans in to lick a stripe up Jennifer's neck, her hands moving to cup Jennifer's breasts from behind. Jennifer moans, her back arching as Sandra's fingers tweak her nipples.

"Fuck, Sandra," Jennifer gasps. "Don't stop."

I can feel Jennifer's inner muscles fluttering around me as Sandra plays with her breasts, alternating between pinching and rolling her nipples. Jennifer's pace becomes erratic, her hips jerking as she chases her climax. Sandra's hand slides down Jennifer's stomach, her fingers dipping between Jennifer's legs where you're joined. Jennifer's head snaps back with a cry as Sandra's fingers find her clit.

"Oh god!" Jennifer cries out, her body tensing.

 Jennifer's breathing comes in ragged gasps against my neck, her body heavy and limp from the force of her climax. Sandra's fingers still trace slow circles between Jennifer's legs, drawing out the last waves of pleasure until Jennifer shudders and presses her thighs together.

"Too much," Jennifer mumbles into your skin, but she doesn't move away. Sandra smiles, her lips curving against Jennifer's shoulder as she withdraws her hand.

"Good too much, or bad too much?" Sandra asks, her voice dripping with playful teasing.

Jennifer lifts her head just enough to meet my eyes, her face flushed and glowing. "Good too much," she admits, then turns to look at Sandra. "But you're not helping matters by keeping me on edge like that."

Sandra's fingers trail up Jennifer's spine, her touch light and ticklish. "Someone has to keep you honest," she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

Jennifer's breath hitches as Sandra's fingers trace her back, her body still quivering from her climax. She shifts slightly, her inner walls still clenching around me, her muscles spasming with residual pleasure. Sandra's lips find the shell of Jennifer's ear, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she whispers, "Don't tell me you're done already, Jen."

Jennifer whimpers, her hips making a small, involuntary roll against mine. "I... I don't think I can," she gasps, but there's a challenge in her eyes, a spark of defiance that says she wants to try.

Sandra's hand slides down to grip Jennifer's ass, her fingers kneading the soft flesh. "Of course you can," she purrs, her free hand reaching up to tangle in Jennifer's hair. "You've got the stamina for it. I've seen you."

Jennifer's eyes flash with mischief as she pulls away from you, her inner walls still fluttering around your cock as she slides off and stands up. "Oh, I think we can handle that," she says, her voice thick with lust as she settles onto her knees between your legs. Sandra follows her lead, as she kneels beside Jennifer.

The two women exchange a heated look before Jennifer leans down, her lips brushing the tip of my cock. She swirls her tongue around the head, her eyes locked with mine as she takes my cock into her mouth. Sandra's hands cup her own breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers as she watches Jennifer work. Jennifer's mouth feels like heaven, her tongue tracing every vein along my shaft before she takes me deeper, her throat muscles working to accommodate my length.

"Fuck," I gasp, my hands finding Jennifer's hair as she bobs her head.

Sandra's fingers tighten around her own nipples as she watches Jennifer's mouth stretch around my cock. Jennifer's free hand massages your balls, her fingers pressing gently as she works me deeper into her throat. Sandra leans in, her tongue darting out to lick the shaft where Jennifer's mouth leaves it wet and glistening.

"God, I love watching you take him so deep," Sandra murmurs to Jennifer. Jennifer moans around my cock, the vibration sending intense pleasure through my body. Sandra's hand joins Jennifer's at the base, her fingers intertwining with Jennifer's as they both stroke and fondle my balls.

"Let me taste," Sandra whispers, and Jennifer pulls back just enough for Sandra to take over. Sandra's mouth is hotter, her tongue more aggressive as she licks up and down my shaft. Jennifer's hands cup Sandra's breasts from behind, her fingers pinching and twisting Sandra's nipples.

"Mmm, you taste good."

"Your mouth feels so good on my dick."

"Your mouth feels so good on my dick," I groan as Sandra's tongue swirls around the tip, her lips tightening as she sucks. Jennifer's hands massage Sandra's breasts from behind, her fingers playing with Sandra's nipples as Sandra works me with her mouth.

Sandra pulls back with an audible pop, her tongue still licking her lips as she looks up at me. "Your turn, Jen," she says, moving to sit beside you on the sofa. Jennifer doesn't need to be told twice. She positions herself between your legs, her hands moving to stroke my cock as she leans in. Her tongue drags from base to tip, circling the head before she takes you into her mouth. The heat is intense, her tongue fluttering against the underside as she sinks down.

"Fuck yes," I groan, my hands finding Jennifer's hair as she bobs her head.

Sandra watches intently, her fingers trailing down Jennifer's back. "Take him deeper, Jen," she encourages in a husky whisper. "I want to see you swallow him."

Jennifer moans around my cock, the vibration intensifying the pleasure as she follows Sandra's suggestion. Her throat relaxes as she accepts more of my length, her hands moving to grip your thighs for balance. Sandra's fingers slide into Jennifer's hair, guiding her rhythm as she bobs faster.

"That's it," Sandra purrs, her other hand sliding between Jennifer's legs. "You're doing so well." Her fingers find Jennifer's clit, rubbing in slow circles as Jennifer's head moves up and down. Jennifer's pace quickens, her moans muffled by my cock as Sandra plays with her.

The dual stimulation of Jennifer's skilled mouth and Sandra's teasing fingers has Jennifer gasping and squirming. Her hips buck against Sandra's hand as she sucks harder, her throat working to take me deeper. Sandra's breath comes in short pants, her arousal evident as she watches Jennifer's head bob up and down.

"God, you're so good at that," Sandra murmurs, her fingers rubbing faster against Jennifer's clit. "Can you feel how much he loves it?" Jennifer whimpers around my cock, her body tensing as Sandra's fingers bring her closer to the edge.

Her free hand slides under Jennifer's body, two fingers slipping inside her wet pussy. Jennifer's moan vibrates around my cock, her hips thrusting to meet Sandra's fingers. Her mouth works more eagerly now, her head moving faster as her own pleasure builds. Sandra watches with hungry eyes, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

I groan, my hips lifting slightly off the sofa as Jennifer's throat relaxes around me. The pressure builds, hot and insistent, but I'm not ready to finish yet. Not when Sandra's fingers are working Jennifer into a frenzy right in front of me. Jennifer's body trembles, her nails digging into my thighs as Sandra's fingers curl inside her.

"Fuck, Sandra," I manage, voice rough with need. "Make her come."

Sandra's eyes flick to mine, dark with desire.  Sandra's fingers move faster, her thumb circling Jennifer's clit in tight, insistent circles. Jennifer's breathing hitches, her body tensing as she gets closer. Her mouth moves faster, taking me deeper with every downward stroke.

"Oh god."

Sandra's fingers work Jennifer's clit faster, her thumb pressing harder as Jennifer's body tenses. Jennifer's mouth tightens around my cock, her throat working to take me deeper as her pleasure builds. Sandra's other hand presses against Jennifer's stomach, her fingers curling inside Jennifer's pussy as Jennifer's hips buck against Sandra's hand.

Jennifer's body shudders, her moans muffled by my cock as she comes hard. Her mouth works frantically, her head bobbing up and down as she swallows me deeper than before. The vibration of her orgasm travels through her throat and into my cock, intensifying every sensation. Sandra doesn't stop her fingers, drawing out Jennifer's climax as Jennifer's body trembles against her.

As Jennifer's orgasm subsides, Sandra slowly pulls her fingers from Jennifer's pussy, bringing them to her mouth to taste Jennifer's arousal. "Mmm, you taste amazing."

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!"

My words come out in a strangled gasp as Jennifer's throat pulses around your cock, her mouth still bobbing up and down with practiced precision. Sandra's fingers, slick with Jennifer's juices, trace up Jennifer's side and pinch her nipple as she watches.

Jennifer moans around my shaft, the vibration sending sharp waves of pleasure through me. Her hands grip my thighs tighter as she feels your impending release, taking you deeper still. Sandra's free hand guides the back of Jennifer's head, encouraging her to take every inch.

Sandra pulls up next to Jennifer, and says "Cum on our faces and tits!"

Jennifer pulls back just enough to let my cock spring free, already throbbing and slick. Sandra's fingers slide between Jennifer's legs again, making her gasp as she positions herself beside her, both women looking up at me expectantly.

Jennifer moans again, her body shaking as Sandra's fingers work her through another wave. "Do it," Sandra whispers, breathless. "Cover us."

My hips buck involuntarily, and I come hard, thick ropes landing across both their faces and chests. Jennifer's eyes flutter shut as she swallows what she can, while Sandra licks what reaches her lips, her tongue darting out to catch every drop.

Jennifer's body shudders again, and Sandra's fingers bury themselves deeper, coaxing another climax from her. Jennifer's mouth opens in a silent scream, her body arched against Sandra's hand as you finish on their faces.

You say "I wonder how many people are watching us now."

Sandra's fingers slow their movements inside Jennifer. Jennifer's body still trembles from aftershocks, her face flushed and wet with your cum. She licks her lips unconsciously, tasting you and her own arousal mingled.

Sandra looks up at me through half-lidded eyes, still buried to the knuckle inside Jennifer. "Probably dozens," she purrs, her thumb circling Jennifer's clit. "They can't touch us, but they can watch everything."

Jennifer moans softly as Sandra moves her fingers, her body arching slightly. "Do you like that idea?" Sandra asks me, her words husky with arousal. "Knowing you're being watched while you fuck us?"

I glance at the one-way mirror, imagining the darkened shapes behind it. My cock twitches slightly, not fully soft yet.

"I do." I reply.