Tabitha Briton - Lewd layout

"Oh yeah, baby. Oh Sherry… I'm going to come in your mouth."

Sherry grunted in desire, letting me know that she wanted my load. I shoved my hips faster, plowing my cock all the way into her mouth again and again as she got wetter. I wished we had time to fuck – but this was almost as good! I groaned as I rammed my cock into her mouth – she sucked and tongued it, trying to get my thick come into her throat – and then Sherry really decided to make me come! Her neck went wild, rocking back and forth as she sucked my cock down her throat, taking it as deep as it would go. She plunged it into her, again and again, biting the head gently as it left her mouth – then I came, my cock-muscles jerking so that her whole mouth filled with the thick load of tangy, clear semen. I felt my cock ejecting its stream of jizz into Sherry's mouth; she sucked at it and swallowed as I finished coming.

Sherry eased my soft, saliva-covered cock out of her mouth and slowly stood up.

"Just a little tidbit," she sighed. "To keep me satisfied until Jessie gets here."

I practically unzipped my pants when Alisa answered the door. She looked incredible – sexier than I'd seen her yet, including the times she was naked on my studio bed. Her blonde hair was set perfectly, framing her gorgeous pale face so deliciously I could have gotten hard just staring into her blue eyes. Her lips were painted dark and red and full, just begging to be teased open with my tongue so I could slip it into her mouth. And her cheeks were all blushed a deep crimson, as if she were embarrassed – or horny. I guessed she was both. When she saw me, she smiled amiably and licked her lips nervously with that long, red, delicious tongue I'd felt in my mouth just yesterday. I wanted to pounce on her and kiss her hungrily, but I restrained myself. I figured I could wait a few minutes! Alisa's eyes looked particularly big and breathtaking tonight; she'd painted them up bright blue. She wore this low-cut dress, white and lacy, that fit the warm weather perfectly by showing off most of her body. It dropped in an incredibly low "v" between her tits, clinging to her breasts nicely. The buttons looked strained, as if they were just waiting to pop open and let her tits out. The waist was tight and showed off her smooth, round but slim hips. The skirt was high, barely even decent – it hid everything, but looked like it shouldn't. I could see all her gorgeous thighs, except that they were covered in white fishnet stockings. I knew she had on a garter belt; she'd promised. Her legs looked delicious in those stockings; overall, she looked incredible. I grinned at her, quickly running my eyes over her whole form. My cock was already pounding for her delicious near-virgin snatch.

"Sorry I'm late," I said. "I got delayed – but just a little. Hope I didn't keep you waiting?"

"Oh, you know women, we're always fixing our hair and stuff. Ready to go?"

"I sure am," I nodded.

Alisa turned and went back into the apartment. I watched her ass as her short skirt swayed up over the tops of her fishnets. Her smooth ass showed through her panties – they were tight, skimpy and white, just like before. "Let me get my coat," she said.

"Oh, it's warm," I grinned, eyeing her ass as she walked. "I don't think you'll need one."

"Well, just in case. Though I expect it'll be getting pretty hot."

"Let's hope," I chuckled.

She smirked flirtatiously as she went into the other room.

I started to follow her; then I noticed another girl, in the front room. She lay on the couch, sprawled out, wearing a tight pair of jean cutoffs and a tight tank top. She was incredible. I glanced down; that's when I noticed how nice the carpets were. I looked at the girl. "Nice carpets," I said.

"It's the only good thing about this place," the girl smiled.

I smiled back at her, being as suave as I could. "Hello," I said.

"Hello there." She seemed friendly. Her tits were big, a little bit bigger than Alisa's, and firm and shapely. They showed through her tank top; she plainly hadn't been expecting company. She didn't wear a bra. I could see that her nipples were small and dark and quite enticing. She reclined on the couch, making sure I could see her legs. They were tan and gorgeous, and her tight jeans showed off almost everything of her ass. She got up off the couch and shook my hand. "I like these carpets," she said. "They're good for fucking, or just for lying there naked. Nothing like the feel of a plush carpet against your ass when you've got someone on top of you."

She ran her eyes over me again, obviously intrigued. She giggled a bit.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"That's Karen, my roommate," called Alisa from the other room. "Karen, this is Steve Finch. He's doing some shots of me, and we're going out to dinner."

"Steve Finch?" Karen asked, tossing her bright blonde hair flirtatiously and arching her back so she could be sure I was watching her tits. "I've seen your stuff – it's gorgeous. Really sexy. You do a lot of work with Beauty and Little Miss, right?"

"Are you a model?" I asked, leaning a little closer and running my eyes over Karen's body.

She laughed. "Oh, sometimes. When I can manage to get my clothes off in front of a camera. But I'm also a fan."

"Of girlie magazines?"

"Oh, you don't take those kind of pictures – they're art! I loved your stuff – naked women are beautiful!" She giggled, rolling her eyes. "It has a bad reputation, but I find it very interesting. And I love posing nude."

"Hmmmm. Maybe we can work together some time."

Her eyes got wide. "OH! Do you think so? I'd love a session with you – it might be just the break I need…"

"That'd be wonderful," I said. "Give me a call some time."

"I'd do anything to get some shots taken."

I chuckled, eyeing her tits hungrily. "That wouldn't be necessary. I'm sure you look great with your clothes off."

"Oh, I do – I do!"

I thought for a second she was going to strip right there, which would have been wonderful, but a little bit awkward. I couldn't see fucking Alisa's roommate while she was getting her coat – though it seemed more than possible at this point. Karen smiled up at me, licking her lips the way Alisa had nervously and suggestively, like she was just asking me to open my pants for her to give me a blow-job. She stretched a little, then shook my hand again, making sure I felt how sweaty her palms were and how gentle but firm her touch was. I couldn't see fucking Karen now, but I wondered about her.

"All right," called Alisa before entering the room. Karen dropped my hand and turned, moving back to the couch. I watched her gorgeous ass, but then Alisa walked over and I was occupied with watching her. Alisa was the one I was going to fuck – she was even sexier. Karen flopped out on the couch as Alisa snaked her arms around me, leaning against my chest.

"What's going on tonight?" Alisa asked Karen.

"Oh, Ted's coming over. I suspect we'll just fuck, as usual."

Alisa giggled. "Well, good luck."

"I don't think I'll need it, but thanks."

"Nice meeting you," I said as we moved toward the door.

Karen's eyes flickered over my body, especially resting under my belt where the long, straight bulge of my cock showed through my pants.

"Nice meeting you," she said, her eyes fixed on my cock.

Alisa smiled nervously in the candlelight of the restaurant. She eased her arms across her chest to hide her tits; I could tell she was getting uncomfortable. Which meant she was getting turned on.

"I hope Karen didn't embarrass you," she said. "She does that every time I bring a guy home. Though she knows you're the first that I've gone to bed with."

I chuckled. "We didn't exactly go to bed," I said. "At least, not yet."

Alisa looked away, smiling but nervous. "Anyway, I hope she didn't embarrass you. She's really sexy, and she likes to flaunt it."