ASL2: Chapter 56 "Lamborghini"

-- CHAPTER 56: Lamborghini --

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-- TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 2009 --

“Ohhh, shit… Ohhh, shit… Go slow. Go slow. Fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK!” the dirty-blonde bombshell bent over before me groaned, her anguished cries picking up in volume and pitch as my fat cockhead slowly stretched open her slimy spit-coated sphincter.

“That’s it, Tiger… Oh, fuck yeah. This looks soooo fucking hot right now!” Adrienne growled excitedly, kneeling beside us and holding Peyton’s asscheeks open wide. She puckered up to kiss me right after purring, “You’re such a fucking stud.”

I met my Tigress’s liplock and moaned, savoring her nuclear-powered passion, but only for a few seconds. Then I broke the kiss to focus once again on the shapely booty before me, tugging back on Peyton’s hips while pressing forward to ease inch after inch of thick dick into the ex-sorority president’s tight tailpipe.

I hadn’t expected to be in this situation when I first met up with Peyton downstairs in the lobby more than three hours ago. I mean, of course the thought had crossed my mind that the gorgeous young woman I hadn’t seen in almost three years might be inclined to take another ride in the Lamborghini tonight, but I certainly never wanted to have that expectation of her. Further, Adrienne had told me she planned to spend the night with Taylor at the Kwong residence out in Montauk, so I certainly never expected to end up in a wicked hot threesome with the two busty blonde Tri-Delts tonight. And yet, here we were.

But let me start from the beginning.

“Hello, Mr. Lamborghini. It’s been a long time,” she greeted.

“Hello, Peyton. Good lord you’re just as beautiful as I remember.”

Miss Peyton Kent, one-time Tri-Delt President and now humble grad student pursuing her Master’s Degree in Economics was truly as beautiful as I remembered. She was still sex-on-heels epitomized: a tall, well-built young woman with a trim figure, great tits, and an ass to die for. I could still remember the mouthwatering sight of her pouty lips wrapped around my dick. She had the kind of haughty, icy, “alpha bitch” demeanor I had long been simultaneously wary of and attracted to. And even now she was giving me the same sort of, ‘What the hell are YOU looking at?’ kind of glare that reminded me of Amber in response to my flirtatious comment.

I held my arms out to her invitingly as she approached, and the luscious lady in red stepped into me with a cool smile, not actually coming into contact with my chest but rather just tapping my shoulders a bit with her hands before taking a step back.

I glanced to my right, gesturing toward where June would’ve been, but I found that she and Moon already had their arms around each other’s lower back and were halfway to the elevators. “Oh, uhhh, I was about to introduce you to my co-worker June, but… yeah… there she goes.”

Peyton furrowed her eyebrows and followed my gaze.

“Nevermind,” I said. “How are you? As you said, it’s been a long time.”

“I’m doing well, thank you,” she replied politely and primly. “I don’t need to ask how you’re doing. From what the girls tell me, some things never change. How many of my sorority sisters have been shacking up with you these past few weeks?”

“A few less, I think, than the heyday of Tri-Delt West, although none of them are actually ‘shacking up’. There’s no rotation of three sisters spending the night the way Andie, Jamie, and the others used to do.” I shrugged, not feeling ashamed of my situation in the slightest despite the tone of disapproval in Peyton’s voice.

“There’s no need for a permanent rotation, what with Adrienne, Dawn, and Summer your constant companions. As for my visiting girls, Tri-Delt Nest I’m told is the new name, and that President Jayden even copied my charter on the wall.”

“‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,’ I believe were Jayden’s precise words.”

Peyton snickered and sighed, the tension in her body melting away. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. It wouldn’t have properly fit the Ben of my memory had you settled down into a traditional… boring… romantic relationship.”

“You really using the term ‘boring’? I thought you wanted a Toyota Camry kind of relationship for yourself.”

Peyton thought about that. “Well, maybe not a Camry. Maybe more like a BMW 5-series or something. Sure, it’s a four-door sedan, but it’s got some horsepower under the hood, you know?”

“My Toyota minivan does have sport rims!”

Peyton stared at me blankly before rolling her eyes.

I smirked and continued, “How goes your search for Mr. BMW 5-series?”

She waved me off immediately. “I’ve got no time to go searching for romance. This is school: study, sleep, socialize - pick two, remember?”

“I seem to remember that being: study, sleep, socialize, sex - pick three.”

“And you eliminated studying, from what I recall.”

I snickered. “Well, yeah.”

“Well I’ve only had time for studying and sleep. This is actually the first excuse I’ve had to dress up since New Year’s.” She gestured to her outfit, which gave me permission to ogle her fantastic body up and down. She was in as great shape as ever, although she may have actually lost a few pounds due to academic stress.

I frowned. “No hot Valentine’s Day date? You can’t claim studying as an excuse. Valentine’s was a Saturday.”

“Can’t claim studying so much as a lack of worthy offers.”

“A woman of your caliber? I have a hard time believing you don’t get asked out with some frequency.”

“Emphasis on the term ‘worthy’. Half of the good ones are already taken. The other half, quite frankly, deserve better than what little time I would give them. I really AM too busy to have a boyfriend.”

I arched an eyebrow. “So when was the last time you got laid?”

Peyton blinked rapidly and frowned. “Did you really just ask me that flat out?”

I shrugged. “I know what I’m good at and I have an idea of what you and I mean to each other. I’ll be flying back to Berkeley at the end of the week, so there’s no chance of long-term romance. You already called me Mr. Lamborghini on arrival which means you distinctly remember that I can pull you around corners at ninety-five-miles-an-hour and make you scream in delirious ecstasy. You’ve already defined me as the weekend ride to give you a few thrills, so… well, I’m offering to give you a ride for a few days. You can de-stress a bit - take the edge off. We both have a good time. And then in a few days I’ll go back home and you won’t need to feel guilty about not having time for a real boyfriend.”

Peyton raised both eyebrows and evaluated me coolly again. “But what about Adrienne?”

“She’s visiting Taylor tonight. But even for the rest of the week, I’m sure she’d be perfectly happy for you to join us. Double your pleasure. Double your fun.”

Peyton pursed her lips, looking skeptical.

I smirked. “Look, I’m not like expecting anything and if you tell me not to say another word on the subject, I promise I’ll drop it completely. I honestly would be happy for us to just go get a nice dinner and catch up as old friends without the slightest hint of there being anything more. But at the same time, you can’t tell me the thought of hooking up didn’t cross your mind when I first texted you to meet up tonight.”

Peyton immediately blushed and averted her gaze - confirmation enough. When she finally looked back up at me, her light green eyes were sparkling again. Drawing herself to her full height, which in heels put us eye-to-eye, she assumed that haughty, imperial look again. “I’m not an ‘easy’ girl.”

“Never said you were.”

“You promised me a nice dinner, and yet we’re still standing here in the hotel lobby.”

I grinned and gestured towards the main doors. “I’ve got reservations for 8:30.”

“Let’s go then. I’m hungry.”

“After you, milady.” I bowed like a courtier and held out one arm.

She immediately gathered up her coat and then started walking, her high heels click-clacking on the marble floor. But once she got perhaps ten feet away from me and I’d stood up again to start following her, she paused and… well… posed. I found myself reminded of Mila Visser openly inviting me to ogle her, and it was clear that Peyton was doing the same. She had one leg forward and bent at the knee, which flexed her shapely ass encased in the skintight red fabric of her cocktail dress. She twisted her torso in a way that trimmed her waist and simultaneously gave me a glimpse of side-boob, and she also flashed a coy smile over her shoulder.

“C’mon then… Tiger,” she purred. “Let’s go.”

****

“So how is Sasha doing on her ‘walkabout’?”

I set down my cocktail and smiled. Adrienne had booked the reservation for me, and we’d been given a corner booth, half-curtained with high walls, that afforded us a great deal of privacy. We’d both finished our meals and had moved on to cocktails and conversation. “She’s doing well. You follow her on Facebook, right?”

“Tons of scenery pics, selfies with famous backdrops, mouthwatering exotic dishes,” Peyton replied while nodding. “I’m totally jealous of her right now and wondering why the hell I decided to go to grad school instead of backpacking across Europe. But I meant beyond the Facebook posts. Have you talked to her at all?”

I nodded. “She calls home at least once a week and we have a group text thread. She’s totally jealous of us, actually. She whines that had she known we’d end up creating Tri-Delt Nest, she’d have just stayed in Berkeley.”

Peyton laughed. “I’ll bet. But then again, I’m sure she’s enjoying herself, uh… sampling… all that Europe has to offer?”

I chuckled. “Yeah. She’s cutting quite a swath across the continent.”

The dirty-blonde eyed me curiously. “And that doesn’t bother you?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Why would that bother me?”

“Not all of Sasha’s Facebook posts have been with girls. I noted several where she’s in mixed company.”

I shrugged. “She’s not my girlfriend anymore. We’re friends and we’ll always be friends. This is her time to spread her wings and experience all that life has to offer.”

“So she is sleeping with other men?”

I shrugged again. “I don’t actually know for sure one way or the other, nor am I particularly inclined to ask. That’s her life and her choice. It’s not like she needs my permission. Although so far, she hasn’t sent us any sexting photos of half-naked dudes.”

“‘Sexting’ photos?”

“Ah. Well, she and Adrienne have a thing for taking photos of the naked girls they’re with and texting them to each other. There are quite a few hardcore ones of my dick buried inside one girl or another as well. Those are the ones Adrienne sends to tease Sasha and make her jealous.”

“One would think that would drive Sasha to find some dick of her own.”

I shrugged. “Possibly. Like I said: that’s her choice and I’m cool with it.”

Peyton nodded. “So these sexting photos Adrienne’s been sending: I’m assuming those photos are usually of my girls?”

“Technically, most of them aren’t ‘your’ girls. You’d graduated before most of them even submitted college applications.”

“Every Tri-Delt in the world, past or present, is ‘my’ girl. Comes with the President title.”

I chuckled. “All the girls have granted their permission, and Adrienne’s really good about keeping faces out of those photos. Well, except for Neera; she’s kinda crazy.”

Peyton smirked. “Lakhi’s cousin, right? Natalee told me how she’d gone straight after you at the Halloween party - bounty or no bounty. Of course, Lakhi had given her prior knowledge of who you were.”

I took note of the fond expression on Peyton’s face and leaned forward. “Reminiscing about your own undergraduate years? There’s a Tri-Delt Chapter at Columbia, isn’t there?”

“Actually, no, there isn’t.”

I frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I imagine it would’ve been reassuring to have a built-in group of sisters who’d readily welcome you.”

“It’s fine. I only have time for sleep and studying, remember? I wouldn’t have had many hours for a social life. I thought I had to study hard at Cal, but grad school is a whole other kind of beast.”

I flipped my hands palms-up. “Anything I can do to help? I wouldn’t mind quizzing you or something. I do work in the Finance industry and I’ve got a good head for numbers.”

“I remember, Mr. I-don’t-need-to-study-to-ace-my-classes. But seriously, you wouldn’t want to help me study.”

“Sure I would. Anything for an old friend.”

Peyton blinked, and her expression softened. “You know… I believe that,” she said quietly.

A silence feel between us as Peyton turned thoughtful. But just when I thought about saying something to fill the emptiness, she took a deep breath and sighed.

“You know, Ben, for all your Lamborghini foibles, or your utter and complete inability to go twenty-four hours without fucking the nearest thing with a pair of tits, I have never once doubted your willingness to go above and beyond for someone you barely even know.”

I blushed and glanced down at the table, a bit embarrassed by the sudden warmth in Peyton’s voice, in such stark contrast to her generally cool demeanor through the evening.

“Regardless, I have no interest in bringing you back to my crummy apartment to help me study,” Peyton continued with a smirk. “You think I got all dolled up like this for the purpose of opening my textbooks?”

I smiled. “I think you got all dolled up like this because you like the way I look at you when you’re dolled up like this.”

Peyton’s eyes glimmered. “You’re damn right about that. What was it you said when you first saw me at the hotel? ‘Good lord you’re just as beautiful as in my dreams’?”

I smiled. “Not quite, but I like your version better.”

“You got me so wet right away,” Peyton muttered while taking hold of her cocktail with her right hand and swirling what remained of it around the bottom of her glass a bit. “Made me instantly think about the last time we were together. Do you remember?”

“Cinco de Mayo party. With Adrienne, Annette, and Natalee.”

“Blew my freaking mind.” Peyton sighed, set her left elbow down on the table, and planted her chin on her open palm. She stared at me for a long few seconds, just sort of staring at me while I waited her out. And at last, without preamble, she muttered, “Two months. Just one time in the last two months. And before that it’s been since August.”

I blinked, not immediately understanding. “Two months since what?”

Peyton smirked. “You asked how long it’s been since I got laid.”

I blushed and shook my head. “Sorry about that. A rather uncouth question, I know. I wasn’t actually expecting a specific answer, more just trying to figure out if you might say, ‘It’s been a long time’ or something like that.”

“It HAS been a long time,” she sighed. “My boyfriend and I agreed to break up when I went to grad school, although we did have one roll in the hay for old times’ sake when I went home for Christmas break. So it’s been just the one time in the last six months for me. I’m guessing you’ve already had sex more than once since this morning.”

I smirked and momentarily glanced away without a verbal response.

Peyton continued to swirl the remnants of her cocktail in her right hand, staring downward at the glass while keeping her chin in her open left palm. She seemed slightly embarrassed at the moment, but after taking a deep breath, she looked up at me with electric green eyes and murmured softly, “I’d very much like a ride in the Lamborghini now.”

I poked my head out through the curtains and raised my hand, calling, “Check, please!”

****

As it turned out, Peyton had stashed a rollaboard suitcase with the hotel luggage service, just in case. If things didn’t work out, she could grab her bag and go home without me ever knowing. If things did work out - and obviously they did work out - she was prepared. We collected her suitcase from the bell desk, and the bellhop kept smirking at me with my mussed-up hair and the obvious lipstick marks on my lips, neck, and cheeks. And then Peyton and I headed into the elevator to resume the makeout session we’d already started in the cab on the ride back to the hotel.

As soon as we made it through the door of my suite, Peyton grabbed me and spun me into the wall. With her heels on, she was able to meet my mouth face-to-face and crammed her tongue down my throat while I dug my hands beneath the hem of her short cocktail dress and grabbed meaty handfuls of her firm asscheeks. Peyton took that as her cue to leap onto me and wrap her legs around my waist, forcing me to adjust my grip to hold her thighs as I spun us around the other way to press her against the wall. And she crooned into my kiss as we continued to devour one another.

But after only a minute or so, Peyton tore her mouth away and glanced into the room. “Sofa,” she muttered before sealing her lips over mine once again.

I took the hint and carried her into the suite’s living room. She made no move to uncross her legs from around my waist, so I pivoted around and sat down on the sofa. Only then did Peyton shift her legs into a straddle position, and she took advantage of her increased leverage to bend my head backwards and take the dominant position in our kissing.

A minute later, she pulled back just far enough to growl five words every man wants to hear: “I wanna suck your dick.”

I grinned as she quickly slipped off my lap and crouched down on the floor. She got a little hung up on my belt buckle, so I took over that part. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned my slacks and pulled down my zipper, and then I pressed myself against the backrest as leverage to elevate my ass off the sofa cushion and give her room to tug my slacks and boxer shorts down to my knees.

“Good lord he’s just as beautiful as I remember,” she breathed, which made me chuckle. And then she quickly ducked her head to surround my knob with her wet mouth, sucking powerfully as she hummed in obvious erotic need.

“Oh, fuck, Peyton,” I groaned, reaching up to hold her head with one hand. She stared up into my eyes, electric green eyes flashing. She was soooo fuckin’ sexy with my dick in her mouth, and I found myself wishing with all my heart that she didn’t live on the other side of the country so I could witness the amazing sight more often.

She popped her head up, pumping the length of my rod with her right hand. “Such a beautiful cock. So big. So thick. I can’t wait to feel it stretching me open.”

“If you really can’t wait, you’re welcome to climb aboard right now.”

“Fuck yeah,” she replied immediately, standing up to hurriedly yank her soaked black panties down to her ankles and then step out of them. Raising the hem of her red cocktail dress up to her waist, the gorgeous green-eyed blonde wasted no time straddling my lap once again. But this time there were no articles of clothing between us, and she took hold of my erection to keep it upright as she settled my mushroom head into the entrance of her pleasure center and slowly sat down.

Peyton was much tighter than I remembered, although that could certainly be explained by a lack of consistent stretching over the past six months. I knew that Adrienne had given her a full set of Ben Juniors, but it would appear that Peyton wasn’t making much use of them. Nor was she particularly interested in taking the time to stretch herself out, too eagerly anxious to get to the good stuff.

I got her to the good stuff in a hurry, befitting that sense of urgency. I still had my shirt, tie, and suit jacket on from a day in the office. Peyton’s cocktail dress had been pulled up to her waist and stepped out of her panties, but she was otherwise fully-dressed. Neither of us bothered with removing any more clothing, too focused on getting her off. I grabbed her ass and pounded her up and down my prick while wriggling my ass to grind my pelvic bone against her clit. Peyton clutched my face to the crook of her neck, gasping and groaning and writhing and moaning while I assaulted her senses. And in less than three minutes, she tensed up momentarily before exploding all at once, screaming her satisfaction at the top of her lungs.

“FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!”

Between the two of us, Peyton was the Lamborghini at the moment, racing around the track at hyperspeed while taking corners at dangerous velocities while she spasmed and thrashed in my lap. All I could do at this point was hold on for a wild ride until she’d finally finished cumming.

But eventually she came down from her peak and wound up slumped over my left shoulder while gasping for air. I chuckled and stroked her spine while nuzzling her neck with my nose and lips. Peyton crooned in weary contentment, and after taking a couple of minutes to catch her breath, she exhaled slowly and sighed, “Fuck I really needed that.”

“Glad to be of service, but I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

“Mmm, is that a promise?”

“Absofuckinlutely.”

Peyton giggled and sat up straight. Her green eyes were sparkling again and she had a few loose locks of dirty blonde hair that had come free of her half-up hairstyle, but those only served to make her look even sexier. She was gorgeous just as she was, but I still found myself greatly interested in getting access to the rest of her spectacular body.

Reaching up with both hands, I tugged down the spaghetti straps of her tight red dress and peeled them down her arms. She wore a black lace strapless bra beneath, and I’d been getting teasing hints of the black lace trim all night. Now, I could care less about the black lace as I quickly unclasped the offending garment and tossed it aside so I could suck one of her perky pink nipples into my mouth. At first, Peyton cradled my head to her chest, but after a while she murmured, “Your turn. I wanna feel those pecs Natalee kept raving about after Halloween.”

I grinned and leaned back, letting Peyton loosen my tie and start unbuttoning my shirt. Once she had it open throat to tails, I let her pull my tie over my head and then help me pull my arms out of the sleeves, witnessing the look of delight on her face as if she were a little girl opening presents on Christmas morning. Last went my white undershirt, and as soon as that was out of the way, Peyton stared rapturously at my chest and reached out to gently scratch her fingernails across my pecs.

Do you remember the scene in Captain America: The First Avenger when Steve Rogers first got the super-soldier serum and Peggy Carter couldn’t help but touch his pectorals? Yeah, the producers of that movie stole that scene from this moment with me and Peyton.

Anyways, I grinned and Peyton let her fingernails trail down over my washboard abs. “Fuck, Ben. You went and got even hotter over the last three years. These things are made of iron.”

“Living with Adrienne has me on a healthier diet, and fucking makes for great exercise.”

“Well the way YOU do fucking, it apparently does.”

She palmed both of my pectorals, and so I went ahead and palmed both of her tits as well. Together we both went honka-honka to our heart’s content. But eventually Peyton stopped playing around and raised her eyes up to meet mine, green eyes sizzling.

“I want you on top, pinning my naked body beneath your strong, heaving, masculine presence,” she murmured in a husky voice. “I wanna stare up at you, watching you just fuckin’ pounding me into the mattress. And then I want to watch the tension in your eyes as you groan and fill up my soaking wet pussy with all your sperm.”

I grinned. “Works for me.”

Peyton smirked. “C’mon then… Tiger,” she purred. “Let’s go.”

****

“Fuck! Fuck! Ffffuuuucccckkkk!!!” Peyton screamed.

“Hngh! Hngh! Hhhhnnnngggghhhh…” I grunted and groaned as I slammed forward one final time, clenching those washboard abs Peyton loved, and blasted her velvety-soft interior with molten hot lava.

Still in the throes of her own orgasm, the dirty-blonde babe beneath my heaving body gaped her mouth open wide and stared up into my eyes, watching the constriction of my countenance as I creamed her cunt with copious quantities of cum. She shivered and shuddered, arching her back to thrust her gorgeous bare-naked tits into my chest, until finally she ran out of breath and collapsed, completely exhausted for the moment.

I was pretty tired myself, and I had to brace my forearms on the mattress to keep myself from crushing her. Still, I hung my head down, setting my sweaty forehead atop Peyton’s sweaty forehead as we both panted for breath.

“Holy shit, Tiger…” Peyton gasped. “That was… I mean… I can’t even…”

I wheezed, “Y’know I realize… you picked up… calling me ‘Tiger’… from Adrienne… but I thought… I told you… that nickname… is kinda hers.”

“Aww… I rather think… it suits you…” she panted back.

“It does suit him,” Adrienne’s voice abruptly cut in.

Peyton and I both gasped and glanced over to the doorway. The supermodel herself leaned against the doorjamb, arms folded across her bounteous chest that was half-exposed in a plunging scoop-necked top. Some days Adrienne dressed to avoid attention, and then there were days like today when everything about her screamed, “HEY! LOOK AT ME!”

The busty blonde bombshell stood up from the doorway and smirked down at us as she started to disrobe, clearly intent on joining us. “I’ll make you a deal: you can keep calling him ‘Tiger’ so long as I can keep slurping Tiger’s jizz outta your sodden holes this week.”

Peyton giggled and nodded. “You have a deal.”

Less than a minute later, I found myself withdrawing my spent schlong from Peyton’s pretty pussy, now significantly saturated with scrumptious spunk. Once completely naked, Adrienne quickly parked herself between her sorority sister’s spread thighs and audibly began to slurp out my spending. At the same time, Peyton opened her mouth and beckoned for me to come fill it with my slimy dick.

I groaned as Peyton’s supple lips and agile tongue began to work me over, rapidly reviving me for Round 2. Meanwhile, I glanced over at Adrienne and remarked, “You’re home early. I thought you were planning to spend the night at the Kwong mansion.”

Adrienne wriggled her head in Peyton’s crotch a little longer before pulling back, kissing her way up the dirty-blonde's belly, and tonguing the diamond pendant that pierced Peyton's navel. Then, setting her cheek down on one of Peyton’s bare-naked thighs, my Tigress glanced up at me and sighed as she explained, “We spent the whole day together, but in the end she really wanted to go to Giorgio’s to party and I told her that wasn’t my scene anymore. She tried to egg me on into going with her, even told me I needed to get into the spirit of things again or just go home and stop killing her vibe, and in the end I told her I’d come back and visit tomorrow after my ICON meetings.”

I arched both eyebrows. “You passed up a models’ party to come back to me?”

“The snow bunnies are always in action at Giorgio’s and you know I’m not into snorting anymore,” Adrienne muttered with a negative head shake. “Besides, I figured you and Peyton wouldn’t really mind me joining in, so it’s not like I thought I was gonna go without tonight. Don’t forget, it’s been three years since I’ve been with Peyton too!”

“Speaking of which, get back down there!” Peyton grabbed the back of Adrienne’s head and abruptly crammed it back down into her crotch. The green-eyed blonde grad student giggled and looked up at me. “How many women in the world can say they get to have a world-famous supermodel eating them out?”

“Well besides all the models and mousey production assistants she gets through, there are actually quite a few back in Berkeley, a large number of them your Tri-Delt sisters,” I pointed out.

“Oh, right.” Peyton giggled. “Well, this is one Tri-Delt sister who’s gonna enjoy the time she has. Hey A.D., wanna come help me give Tiger a tandem blowjob and maybe tittyfuck him with your titanic tits a bit? Then I wanna see him pounding your pussy as hard as he was just pounding mine while I get to taste your sweet lips and maul your boobs in my hands. It’s been three years since I’ve been with you.”

Adrienne pulled her head back, licked her lips, and grinned. “You know sometimes it’s really nice not having to be the conductor of the orchestra. How do you want me, Madam President?”

“Mmm, ooh this way. Come sit back against me.” Peyton parked herself in a reclining position with her head and shoulders braced against the headboard right next to the edge of the mattress, with pillows supporting her lower back. Adrienne reclined against Peyton’s chest with the supermodel’s head over the president’s left shoulder. Peyton dipped her head down to kiss Adrienne’s lips. And the dirty-blonde could also reach around and indeed maul the supermodel’s massive mammaries while I stood next to the mattress, slid myself into my Tigress’s sweet snatch, and started stroking.

The three of us pulsed like that for several minutes, Peyton cradling Adrienne against her chest while they made out and swapped spit six inches in front of my face. Presently, Peyton turned her face to kiss me instead, and a few seconds after that I switched over to make out with Adrienne as well. And all the while I kept long-dicking the lusty, busty blonde babe.

Not that we stopped at just the one position.

After getting Adrienne to climax on my cock (with a notable assist from Peyton’s fingers tweaking the supermodel’s nipples and strumming Adrienne’s clit), I pulled out, picked up my Tigress, and literally set her aside before re-entering Peyton’s pussy. The difference this time was that the green-eyed blonde Tri-Delt ex-President was bent over on all fours atop the bed, me bashing her bodacious booty with my pelvis while banging her from behind. And Adrienne knelt atop the mattress right next to us, mashing my face in her tits, holding my head while exchanging tongue-filled kisses, and then bending over the dirty-blonde’s bare back, spreading Peyton’s asscheeks, and ducking her head down to see how deeply she could cram her tongue through the other girl’s winking anus.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Peyton groaned. “You’re gonna wanna fuck my ass next, aren’t you?”

“Is there any reason why he shouldn’t?” Adrienne asked.

“No, it’s fine. Believe me, I know how much Ben loves tapping ass. But my last boyfriend wasn’t into anal, so… uhhh… it’s been a while for me.”

“That’s alright. We’ll make sure you’re nice and prepped.” Adrienne ducked her head back down.

Peyton giggled and glanced back at us over her shoulder. “Umm, I might need a little more lube than just your spit.”

Adrienne popped back up and challenged, “C’mon. You can take it.”

“That’s alright,” I muttered, pulling out the drawer right next to me. “We stashed lube here in the nightstand.”

“She can take it,” Adrienne insisted.

Peyton sighed and nodded. “Fine. I can take it.”

I blinked. “There’s no reason not to.”

“Okay fine, go ahead and lube her up,” Adrienne chirped as if it were no big deal. “Meanwhile, you can pull out of her and take my ass rough and raw right now.”

“He’s not going anywhere. He’s taking MY ass rough and raw right now,” Peyton stated a little more firmly.

I arched an eyebrow. “Is this a sorority competition thing or something?”

“Well…” Adrienne hedged.

“Yes. Exactly,” Peyton replied at the same time.

The girls glanced at each other and started giggling. Adrienne smirked up at me with a knowing grin and winked. “She can take it.”

“Pull out and switch holes, Tiger,” Peyton insisted. “Cram that fat cock up my dry asshole.”

“If you insist,” I replied with a deep breath. I’d never stopped fucking Peyton’s pussy, although I’d slowed down during the discussion.

Adrienne had gone back to trying to see how far she could shove her tongue down into Peyton’s colon, but she now pulled back, spread the dirty-blonde’s asscheeks apart, and spit twice into the slightly gaping hole. And then the supremely gorgeous blonde bombshell grinned up at me again, growling, “Go get ‘er, Tiger.”

I pulled out of Peyton’s pussy, dragged my prickhead up her perineum, and then proceeded to push my prong into her pink posterior portal.

“Ohhh, shit… Ohhh, shit… Go slow. Go slow. Fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK!” the dirty-blonde bombshell bent over before me groaned, her anguished cries picking up in volume and pitch as my fat cockhead slowly stretched open her slimy spit-coated sphincter.

“That’s it, Tiger… Oh, fuck yeah. This looks soooo fucking hot right now!” Adrienne growled excitedly, kneeling beside us and holding Peyton’s asscheeks open wide. She puckered up to kiss me right after purring, “You’re such a fucking stud.”

I met my Tigress’s liplock and moaned, savoring her nuclear-powered passion, but only for a few seconds. Then I broke the kiss to focus once again on the shapely booty before me, tugging back on Peyton’s hips while pressing forward to ease inch after inch of thick dick into the ex-sorority president’s tight tailpipe.

She could take it.

Upon reaching full depth, with my steel shaft sheathed to the hilt inside her ass, I paused to let Peyton absorb the sensations. She hung her head down, breathing shallowly, muttering, “Fuck, fuck, fuck I feel so fucking FULL.”

I leaned over Peyton’s body, hooked my forearms beneath her armpits, and then pulled her upright. Spreading my L-shaped arms out to the sides with fists up, I forced her to spread her arms straight out to the sides so that her head fell back over my shoulder and her tits were thrust outward, truly feeling every last inch of my dick lodged up her ass. Adrienne knelt in front of her, suckling on the dirty-blonde’s boobs before kissing her way up the other girl’s chest and neck. She then held Peyton’s head in her hands to seal their lips together, making out with wet smacks and breathy moans for about a minute before turning the ex-sorority president’s face to mine so I could take over kissing her instead.

Meanwhile, I just sort of gyrated my hips a little, carving my cock around the inner walls of Peyton’s colon. From the other side, Adrienne was rubbing the green-eyed blonde’s clit and then hooked a few fingers into the girl’s sweet snatch. Peyton groaned into my kiss while Adrienne fingerbanged the hell out of her, and when the supermodel pressed her own chest forward to mash their tits together, we truly made Peyton the meat in our Tiger and Tigress sandwich.

Peyton got her first orgasm upright like that, screaming her ecstasy with Adrienne sucking on the left side of her neck while I bit her right ear. I spread my arms even wider to really stretch her body open, crucified as she was on my cock. I think Adrienne actually got four fingers into Peyton’s wet box at the same time. But after Peyton finished screaming and went limp in my arms, Adrienne pulled her fingers out and I let both myself and the beautiful dirty-blonde grad student fall back down onto the bed. She wound up splayed out across the mattress flat on her belly, limp and semi-dazed as I got my knees beneath me and started royally reaming out her unresisting rectum.

And then she came again.

Only after that second anal orgasm did I finally give her a reprieve. Reading my mind, Adrienne was already flat on her belly right beside Peyton, reaching back with both hands to spread her asscheeks for me. I retracted from Peyton’s rear end, shifted over, and promptly thrust my turgid tool into my Tigress’s tight tailpipe instead. And then I started royally reaming out HER rectum as well.

“Oh, shit, not again!” Peyton gasped after I gave Adrienne an anal orgasm and then pulled out the switch back into the green-eyed blonde’s gaping asshole. Despite her words, she moaned and groaned and clutched the bedsheets while I pulverized Peyton’s poor pucker. I hammered her heinie hard until she clenched up and came again, and only then did I finally find myself ready to lose my load.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK!” Peyton howled as I raided her rosebud.

“Hngh-hngh-hngh-hngh-HNGH!” I grunted and groaned as I slammed forward one final time, clenching my washboard abs as I unleashed hell and crammed her colon completely full of scorching-hot cum.

And in the end I collapsed atop her sweaty back, both of us gasping for breath. Adrienne was still face-down right next to us, smirking in satisfaction.

“Holy shit, Tiger…” Peyton wheezed. “That was… I mean… I can’t even… When do you guys fly back to Berkeley?”

“Friday,” I replied. “Two nights and three more days.”

“I’m gonna need more clothes.” She smiled, turned her head back, and puckered up. I quickly leaned over and pecked her lips. She then puckered up for Adrienne as well, and after the blonde bombshell pecked her as well, Peyton smiled a satisfied smile. “Thanks for coming, guys. I really needed this.”

“‘Let us steadfastly love one another,’” Adrienne quoted the Tri-Delt motto.

“And royally fuck each other’s brains out,” Peyton added with a grin.

****

-- WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 2009 --

Peyton and I joined June, Moon, and Penny in the hotel restaurant for breakfast ten minutes after our agreed-upon time. June took one look at the gorgeous green-eyed blonde, sighed, and remarked, “You’re late.”

I shrugged. “Adrienne woke up horny.”

“When does Adrienne NOT wake up horny?” June rolled her eyes and tapped Moon’s shoulder. “This one woke up horny too, but we still managed to show up on time. Where is Adrienne, anyway?”

“Uh, she went back to sleep. Meanwhile, you’re not being polite.” Reaching over, I placed my hand on the small of Peyton’s back and gently drew her forward. “Everyone, this is Peyton. Peyton, that’s June, Moon, and Penny.”

“Pleased to meet you all,” the supremely-gorgeous girl said with the kind of smirking smile that all supremely-gorgeous girls instinctively know. She didn’t look the least bit embarrassed to be meeting the other girls under the circumstances, given that all three of the strangers knew perfectly well that we’d slept together. Rather, Peyton looked quite proud of herself, carrying herself like the natural Queen Bee she was as she took the one remaining available seat at the four-person table and primly sat erect, with an expression that clearly said, ‘Aww, I know you only wish you could’ve been in my position last night beneath Sex God Ben’s heaving body.’

From the way Penny was clearly evaluating Peyton, I wondered if that were actually true.

In any case, I grabbed an extra chair from the empty table next to us and dragged it over while June and Peyton made space for me. The usual questions came up as I explained that June and Penny were on my JKE project team, Moon was one of Adrienne’s old friends, and that Peyton was an old friend from Cal Berkeley, now a grad student at Columbia.

“Are you just visiting for the night?” June asked the newcomer. “Or will we be seeing more of you the next few days?”

“Oh, I fully intend to take advantage of Ben’s visit as long as I can,” Peyton replied immediately, sliding a hand onto my thigh and leaned in towards me. “I don’t think I need to convince this crowd that he’s a treasure sent by heaven as a gift to female humanity.”

June and Moon giggled while Penny stared down at her plate for a moment, a reaction that didn’t escape Peyton’s notice. The dirty-blonde glanced at me questioningly.

But before I could respond one way or another, even non-verbally, Moon had already asked, “So Ben, does that make Peyton your ‘Rania’ this trip?”

I shrugged. “Peyton is Peyton and Rania is Rania. How is she, by the way? According to her Facebook, she moved to Boston a couple of months ago.”

“She’s good. Living with one of her cousins and started dating a white guy. Her parents are a little perturbed about that last part,” Moon snickered.

Peyton arched an eyebrow at me, and I explained, “Former model and friend of Adrienne and Moon. My last visit to New York she spent the week with me, hence Moon’s comment about you being my ‘Rania’ this trip.”

“Ah. Good to know I’m the disposable vacation rental. Reminds me not to fall in love with you,” Peyton drawled and flashed me a wink. “I suppose that’s fair since you’re MY disposable vacation rental boyfriend this week.”

“Well, and you have to share with Adrienne,” June pointed out.

“Believe me: the way that girl knows a woman’s body? Adrienne’s a feature, not a bug.”

Everyone laughed, and Moon shot me a smile and a nod. “I like her.”

“Ooh! Can we join you guys tonight?” June asked perkily.

“Works for me.” Peyton smirked and glanced over the two Asian babes. She then glanced over at Penny and added, “Wanna get in on this?”

Lips pressed in a hard line, Penny abruptly pushed her chair back and shook her head in the negative just once as she stood up. “Excuse me. I think I’m a little over being left on the outside looking in.”

Peyton blinked immediately in surprise and I winced. Pushing my own chair back, I stood up as well. “Penny, please, she didn’t mean anything by that. Peyton didn’t know that--”

“It’s alright Ben. I think I’m just gonna catch a cab. I’ll see you guys at the office, alright?”

And then without waiting for a response, Penny turned and walked away.

****

Work kept me pretty busy throughout the morning. I literally went from one meeting to another, back-to-back-to-back.

First, Miss Visser spent an hour strategizing with all four of her project managers, covering the Americas, Europe, Middle East, and Asia regions. Then, we each spent an hour with our respective teams making sure we were on the same page about our project plan. This was followed by the four combined teams spending an hour together with one of the Europe team's senior analysts droning on monotonously in front of a PowerPoint presentation projected onto the big screen at the end of the conference room. Public-speaking was not the guy’s strong point, especially in English, and I nearly nodded off.

Lunch was brought into the conference room for all of us, and then Georgina, the Americas region manager, took over presenting. With the food settling into our stomachs, we all started to get glazed-over looks. And after about forty-five minutes, Georgina took note of our expressions and paused her presentation.

“Hey, let’s everyone take a stretch break, huh? Twenty minutes?”

I immediately raised my hand. “I second that motion.”

“All in favor?” Georgina asked.

Everyone chorused, “Aye!”

“Let’s break.”

Leaning back in my chair until it nearly tipped over, I stretched my arms out to the sides and actually yawned. Sitting up straight and covering my mouth in mild embarrassment, I found that my yawn was contagious as one of the Middle East analysts started yawning as well, and then Penny a moment later. June had already stood up and was heading out the door in the direction of the restrooms. I figured that was a good idea myself and got up as well.

I did my business and then started heading back to the conference room. But on the way, I passed one of the empty VP-level visitor offices that was currently unoccupied, or at least it was unoccupied by a visiting VP. As I glanced through the open doorway, I noticed Penny standing by the window staring outside. And as my brain belatedly caught up to me two steps later, I stopped my forward progress, backed up, and went inside while closing the door behind me.

Penny turned in surprise at my entrance and arched her eyebrow curiously as I closed the door. Her gaze then went to the floor-to-ceiling length narrow glass pane right next to the door covered by horizontal aluminum blinds, although the blinds remained open and anybody passing by could see inside.

“Hey, Penny,” I greeted. “How are you doing?”

She shrugged dismissively and turned back to stare out the window. Her arms were folded across her chest and she sighed. “I’m dying of boredom is how I’m doing. I’ve been stuck in meetings all week during the day and left alone in a hotel room every night while my two project partners are having really loud sex into the wee hours of the morning next door.”

I winced. “Are we really that loud?”

Penny sighed. “There’s an adjoining door connecting my room to your suite, you know. It’s not very well soundproofed.”

I winced again. “Sorry. I… well… uh… I’d promise to keep it down but Adrienne’s not really the quiet type.”

“Peyton’s a pretty loud screamer herself. Moon and June aren’t much better.”

“We can ask the hotel to give you a different room for the rest of the week.”

“Is that really your solution?” Penny glanced back at me, a brief flash of lust pulsing through her bright blue eyes before she swallowed thickly and went back to staring out the window. She muttered beneath her breath something barely intelligible, but what sounded to me like, ‘outside looking in.’

I stood up straight and arched an eyebrow. “Are you waiting for me to invite you to join us?”

Penny snorted and shook her head. “We talked about this, Ben. I’m dating Darren and I could never… You’re my boss and…”

When her voice trailed off, I took a deep breath and sighed. “We can get you a different room.”

Penny exhaled slowly, and then all of a sudden she extended both arms downward and to the sides while throwing her head back and staring at the ceiling. “Ugh! What makes you SOOO damn fucking special?!?”

I took a step back in surprise as she whirled around to face me.

“June, Moon, Peyton, Adrienne… Holy shit, Ben, did you tap Georgina sometime when I wasn’t looking?”

“Gabri… what? No!”

Penny chewed her lower lip, frowning and shaking her head side to side as if she couldn’t believe what was happening. But after taking another deep breath, she closed her eyes and exhaled. Raising one index finger, she waggled it a few times and took on a rather scolding expression before opening her eyes and griping, “You know what? I was almost gonna say, ‘Yes, I want you to invite me.’ But the answer is ‘no’. I… I respect myself too much to become just your latest conquest. I have no real interest in being Disposable Vacation Plaything #5.”

“I would never--”

“Don’t bother trying to explain. There’s nothing that needs explaining. I get it. You’re a red-blooded male with special talents that have earned you a unique situation, and you’d be an idiot not to take advantage of it. Adrienne, June, Moon, and now Peyton… Good for you. It’s cool. But all that’s not for me.”

I nodded slowly. “I understand. But I do want to apologize for Peyton this morning. She didn’t--”

“Yeah-yeah, she didn’t know I wasn’t one of your conquests, because I know how incredibly rare it is for you to have a beautiful woman in your immediate orbit who’s NOT sleeping with you.”

I smiled. “You are a beautiful woman.”

Holding a hand up, Penny blocked her view of my face while she abruptly turned to stare out the window. “Don’t DO that!”

“Do what?”

“Smile at me like that! Looking so handsome and confident with an expression that says you’d give me the most incredible sexual experience of my life if only I’d bend over and drop my panties.”

“Uhhh, sorry?” I winced. “I should probably go. Get back to the conference room.”

“Yes. Please. Go. Before I change my mind.”

I heard in her voice an almost hopeful note that I wouldn’t leave - that I’d stay and lock the door and shut the blinds so nobody could see me bending her over the desk and fucking her within an inch of her life - but I was already nodding and backing up towards the door. She turned to glance back at me with an almost forlorn look as I gave her a tight look and rather loudly yanked down on the door handle to open it. And then I said only, “See you in a bit.”

Penny nodded, took a deep breath, and went back to staring out the window while she exhaled slowly.

Back to the grind.

****

Georgina and I were in Mila’s office when my phone started buzzing. Without even looking at it, I reached into my pocket and hit the lock button on the side to silence the call. Neither Georgina nor Mila even noticed, and my boss kept talking.

A minute later, it started buzzing again. Thinking it was the vibration alert that I’d gotten a voicemail, I reached into my pocket and hit the lock button again.

And then again.

And again.

When my phone started vibrating a fifth time, Georgina glanced down at my pocket from her seat beside me, Mila noticed, and with a sigh, my boss asked, “Who is it?”

Wincing apologetically, I reached into my pocket and raised it up. There were no voicemails but there were three missed calls and two text messages, the second of which read: CODE BLUE

All of the alerts were from Adrienne, and I felt a chill go down my spine. A moment later, I jerked back in my seat and abruptly stood up, quickly trying to jab the passcode to unlock my phone but failing the first time.

“What is it?” Mila asked with a note of concern.

“Adrienne,” I muttered, finally getting my phone unlocked. The full text thread in my messages read: Tiger pick up! followed by CODE BLUE

A split-second later, a text came in from Dawn, asking: Hey, babe. Everything alright?

I didn’t have time to reply to Dawn right now, and I quickly switched over to my phone app, thumbed the Favorites entry for Adrienne labeled “Tigress”, and then held the phone to my ear. I paced for the office door and reached for the handle, intent on taking the call outside, but then I realized I’d just be in the cubicle farm with even more people within earshot and froze in the corner of the office, facing the wall.

Adrienne picked up on the second ring. “Tiger! Hey!”

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. But I have to go.”

“Go? Where?”

“California. Malibu. I’m actually heading over to the JKE building just as soon as I can finish packing up. Gonna catch a chopper ride with Cassandra to Montauk.”

“Malibu? Montauk? What’s going on?”

Adrienne exhaled breathlessly. “Taylor overdosed and nearly died last night. They’re discharging her from the hospital soon, but Johnny’s checking her into rehab in Malibu. The private jet will be flying out in a couple of hours and I’m going with her.”

“Ohmigawd. Uhhh, is there anything I can do?”

“Not this time, Mr. White Knight. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. But I’m sorry about leaving you.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. Do what you gotta do.”

Adrienne chuckled. “I guess it’s a good thing Peyton’s moving into that suite with you the rest of the week. I’ll call her next and tell her to take good care of you.”

“Seriously, don’t worry about me. Take care of Taylor.”

“I will. I love you, Tiger.”

“I love you, too.”

“Forever and Always.”

My eyes popped open and I glanced over my shoulder to find Mila and Georgina both watching me. I blushed and mumbled into the phone quietly, “Forever and Always.”

Adrienne blew me a wet kiss over the phone and then hung up.

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