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It happened gradually, but over the course of my senior year, the Puma Press offices became something of my home away from home. Oh, sure, I could definitely associate them with work and stress in a year that offered plenty of those, but this was also a place where I got to bring my words to life while hanging out with some of my best friends, and where I could really feel that electric energy of deadlines and collaborative projects coming together.

An odd-smelling chamber of mismatched pieces of furniture and more computers that didn’t reliably work than those that did, it was an afterthought at our school as far as funding went, but we made it our own. Under the ostensible leadership of our faculty advisor, Mr. Hopkins, and the actual leadership of our student editor, Nadia Barclay, the Puma Press was a well-oiled machine of a school newspaper, putting out a couple issues a month of material that Nadia hoped would get us some awards by year’s end.

With the team of crazy-talented student writers, photographers and graphic design artists that she’d almost single-handedly put together, this actually seemed possible, even if we had to work our butts off for it.

This was mostly something that we could do from home, bringing in our articles for review and discussion, but more often than not when there was a deadline looming, a number of us would buckle down and burn some of that midnight oil at the office to get the issue together in time.

This story takes place on one of those nights.

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There were maybe half a dozen of us there that night, a small handful of writers and Nadia, trying to get our material in shape before we had to send it to the printer’s in two days’ time. I sat at one of the better computers, trying to sort through notes from Nadia and Nica (our assistant editor) on how to better pare down my word count on a local current events matter. The edits should have been simple, but as I sat there for a long time simply staring at them, trying to will them into becoming something that would meet Nadia’s standards, I discovered that my brain felt thoroughly incapable of putting together words in a constructive order.

This was probably what I got for spending so many late nights getting laid rather than properly resting up, but… well, no, I wasn’t going to wish for anything to change on that front.

Nadia paced around the room, looking particularly fierce, as she usually did whenever we were working our way toward a deadline. I once thought her to be pretty in a kind of intense sort of way, and that didn’t change here. A dark-skinned black girl with a soft smile, a lovely face, and lively brown eyes that peeked out from behind her wire-rimmed glasses, she looked down at all of us with great interest as we worked. As usual, she wore flattering jeans and a nice sweater that, while it didn’t exactly show off her curves, certainly didn’t hide them, either. Her long, straight black hair was held back in a ponytail that swung back and forth rapidly like a pendulum as she made her rounds.

“We can do this, people!” Nadia declared, readying one of her motivational speeches. “I know things are getting tight and that this feels hard, but I believe in you! I wouldn’t have you here if I didn’t believe in you, and that we are one of the best student newspapers in the whole goddamn state! There are awards in our future… I can taste it. I know it! You keep being the best damn crew I know you can be, and we’re gonna keep putting out the best damn student journalism that anyone has ever seen! Let’s do this!”

Most of us were far too tired to give her the rousing response that such a speech demanded, but, it did manage to make us work ever so slightly faster, which was likely Nadia’s intent.

I tried. I really tried to make the words fit into place, but my eyes felt strange and my head foggy. I closed my eyes, removing my glasses and sighing, pinching the brow of my nose.

“You look similar to how I feel…” a pleasant voice said from beside me.

I put my glasses back on and opened my eyes, rotating my desk chair to see the girl beside me.

Hope Harris was a welcome presence in the Puma Press offices. One of the few people who could call out Nadia without any fear, she was also a damn sharp writer and incisive once she got an issue that she could cut her teeth on. A 5’9”, pale and willowy band geek with glasses and dirty-blonde hair, there was a lot about Hope that fit the usual band geek stereotype. She was a little gangly, and could be a little intense when you got her started on a topic she was passionate about, but she was also one of the sharper people I knew, clever and with a pleasantly dark sense of humor. While I couldn’t say that I was close with her, I’d been close to her in the past, and by virtue of the fact that one of my girlfriends was one of Hope’s best friends, and that I’d set Hope up with her girlfriend, we were also closer than we might have been earlier in the year.

The way she looked at me now with an amused grin that showed well on her sharp jaw and those clever eyes, and how her tight body looked in that graphic tee and loose, flowing skirt… well, I couldn’t deny that Hope was looking pretty good tonight.

“Well, you’re not showing it,” I said, smiling wanly.

Hope smiled, straightening herself up as she ran a hand over her bun. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“I meant it as one,” I replied.

“Then I was correct to take it as such,” she shot back.

“Still, sorry you’re feeling that way, since I’m sure I look like crap,” I said.

“Eh,” Hope replied, shrugging slightly. “You’re not that bad. But it does look like you need a break.”

“That’s for damn sure…” I said, sighing and thinking about how right that was.

I could use a break. I could use a big, long break, one that involved coming back tomorrow with a clearer head and a more imminent deadline… but I wouldn’t want to leave Nadia or Hope or any of the others here in a lurch, and that was sure as hell what would happen if I were to leave them here.

No, I couldn’t leave… but there were other alternatives.

Sighing, but now with a little less despondence, I said, “I think I’m gonna take a few minutes in the Dark Room. Just, clear my head, you know?”

I looked back at the far end of the office, toward the old photographic darkroom that the Puma Press had converted into something of a break room and hangout spot, and immediately felt a hint of actual relaxation flowing through my body. With a nice couch, snacks, and tunes if one were so inclined to pump some in, it was a fine place to unwind and get my head back together. And, as every school club seemed to have their own secret place to engage in messy debauchery, this one was the Puma Press’s. I’d had my share of fun there in the past, but this time only sought out a breather and a place to get my head together.

This was, of course, right about when Hope had to throw a wrench into matters. At the very mention of the Dark Room, that mischievous glint that easily hid at the corners of her eyes and mouth was given life, and it looked like she might be up for a bit of trouble.

“Oh, reeeeeeeally…” she said, her tone soft yet playful. “On your own, all by your lonesome? Or could you use some company?”

I eyed Hope with some curiosity. When I first brought this up, I had only really considered going in on my own, but now that she brought it up… well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a stirring in my pants.

“I could go for some company,” I said, probably grinning a little naughtily myself.

This lit up Hope’s face in a playful, almost maniacal glee. Knowing how creative a slut she could be at times, I could see the gears turning in her head, and had no doubt that she was coming up with all sorts of creative depravity to engage in.

“Cool,” she said, standing up and grabbing my hand, quickly pulling me to my feet. “Hey, Nadia? Ryan and I are gonna take a break in the Dark Room and recharge, that alright?”

Nadia walked over to us, putting her hands on her hips in a very put upon fashion. She knew firsthand what tended to happen with me in the Dark Room, and I had a feeling she knew Hope’s predilections as well, and the trouble that could mean for her precious deadline.

She sighed. “I don’t have to remind either of you about the deadline, right?”

“Nope,” I replied. “I’m ahead of where I ought to be-“

Hope interrupted, “And I’m ahead of him, so, you know we’re in pretty good shape.”

Nadia looked at us as if she wanted to doubt us, but Hope and I had already well proven ourselves as reliable to her by this point, so she couldn’t. “Fine. Just don’t take too long.”

“We won’t,” I said. “I promise.”

“I don’t promise that,” Hope said. “Why would anyone promise that?”

Nadia rolled her eyes.

I squeezed Hope’s wrist and continued, “We won’t be that long.”

Nadia sighed. “Just, try to keep it to mouth stuff, alright? I know you’re both good enough that it shouldn’t take too long that way… and none of that Mistress Hope shit, either, or nothing’s ever going to get done around here…”

“Oh, come on!” Hope protested. Hope had a dominant side that she liked to call Mistress Hope, and I knew it was one that she was particularly fond of exercising. While I had had my fun with Mistress Hope in the past, I also knew Nadia was right.

“It’s alright,” I said, squeezing Hope’s wrist again. “We both know how to make mouth stuff… interesting.”

Hope looked to me, a slight blush hitting her cheeks as she licked her lips. “Alright, you’ve got a point there. Come on, let’s go!”

Though I was excited for her enthusiasm, and would have unquestioningly let her drag me away to the Dark Room with the speed she clearly wanted, there was something about how particularly tired and put-upon Nadia looked that made me stop and turn back to her.

“You know, Nadia… it looks like you could use a little time in the Dark Room, too,” I said, dropping my tone to make my meaning clear, licking my lips only slightly for emphasis. “You seem to be worrying a lot, and I think it could do you some good to blow off some steam.”

I saw a breath catch in Nadia’s chest, a faint quiver passing through her body as she processed all of this. Nadia and I had had sex long before Hope and I had hooked up, and though we didn’t get together often, I knew Nadia could enjoy herself with the proper prodding.

I saw her weighing all of these options, considering what she wanted to do.

“I… I don’t know…” she said, uncertain.

“Yes, you do,” Hope replied, amused. “I know you know how good Ryan’s mouth feels, and it would do you wonders to let him do his thing. You wanna come in and do some of that ‘mouth stuff’ with us, go for it… but I get Ryan first.”

Nadia looked to me.

“Yeah, that part’s true, but the offer still stands,” I said.

“I’ll… think about it,” Nadia said, running her fingers through her ponytail thoughtfully. “Just flip the ‘Do Not Disturb’ switch?”

“We’re way ahead of you,” I said, finally letting Hope drag me on by the wrist toward the black curtained doorway at the rear of the room.

Before we stepped in, I tapped the handmade ‘Dark Room’ sign for luck beside the door before I flipped the light switch by the entrance, turning on a red warning light above the doorway that said ‘DEVELOPMENT IN PROGRESS’. Once upon a time, this was a fairly relevant sign, but now it only meant that for the few photographers at the paper who still used film cameras. To the rest of us at the Puma Press, it meant there was probably some sex going down in the Dark Room.

Hope and I navigated the pitch black, zig-zagging path of the light trap that led into the Dark Room, before stepping into the room. It was as small and cramped as ever, smelling of developing chemicals and bathed in red light. I’d had some good experiences in this room, and the insistent way that Hope tugged at my wrist, I had a pretty good feeling that I was about to have another.

“So, we meet again, Ryan…” Hope said, playfully dramatic as she clasped her arms around the back of my neck, looking into my eyes.

“It seems we do…” I replied, keeping my tone playful and mysterious to match hers.

She giggled. “Let’s get to the couch and, I dunno, make out a little first? I’m looking forward to your mouth wherever you wanna put it, but, I need to warm up the engine a little first.”

I grinned, happy for her straightforwardness. “To the couch!”

Hope led me to the far side of the room, away from the developing trays and machines, toward the half-assed lounge. She plopped down onto the couch first, looking up at me so very cutely and mischievously that my head cleared slightly more just for looking at her.

I had to revise my earlier assessment of Hope. She didn’t just look pretty good tonight, no, she looked pretty damn good.

Playfully, I pushed her by the shoulder, forcing her onto her back on the couch with a surprised squeal, before I climbed on top of her. With only a couple inches in height difference between us, and a similar build, we were a pretty even match, all told. If Hope wanted out from underneath me, it wouldn’t take much doing on her part, but instead she lay there, smiling up at me with a playfully giddy grin. She parted her legs, allowing me better purchase as I knelt between them, while her pleasantly round C-cup breasts crushed up against my chest. I was delighted to find her nipples quite hard against me

Looking down at her, gently stroking the side of her face, I said, “This what you were looking for?”

Hope giggled. “Actually, no, but it’s got its charms! You know what I like… Daphne knows what I like… I like control, but you might’ve found as good a moment as any for me to keep Mistress Hope in a cage…”

Summoning an exclamation from one of my girlfriends, I smiled and said, “Goodie.”

And then I leaned in to kiss her. Hope’s mouth was eager and ready, as she kissed me back with playful passion. Her tongue, so hot and nimble, was soon in my mouth, dancing alongside my own as we had a teasing fight for dominance, without either of us having any intention of winning. Hope soon wrapped her arms around me, running her hands up and down my back before settling on squeezing my ass, while I had one hand up her shirt, squeezing her bra-clad tits.

Hope moaned against me, arching her back to give me a better angle to grope her as we made out, moaning softly against my lips as we continued to kiss.

Breaking the kiss breathily, I smiled down at her and said, “Don’t get me wrong, I like Mistress Hope… and there’s definitely a time and place for being tied down and surrendering, but I don’t think this is it.”

Hope scoffed. “Oh, come on, if it weren’t for Nadia putting a timer on us, you’d let me tie you to the couch and go completely and utterly mad, teasing and taunting and doing whatever I want to you, because you know I can bring you the kind of toe-curling pleasure most people rarely get out of life…”

She nibbled on my neck, then dropped her voice into a sultry tone that warmed my core. “I can get you hard with a word… with a thought planted in the back of your mind, given strength by your imagination and memories of what I can do to bring you pleasure from pain. I’m under no illusions that I’m the best you’ve ever had or will ever have, but if I had you in the clutches of Mistress Hope, begging and in such need for release… I could make you forget about all the rest and have you melting in the palm of my hand.”

The supreme confidence she explained this with in such a tone… fuck, it did it for me. I was already getting hard for her when we started to make out, but this had me at full mast almost instantaneously, because I knew that she was right. Hope Harris was one of the most unassuming girls at school, looking the very definition of an awkward band geek, but as a sex partner, I knew that she was uniquely gifted. She had to know how easy it was to underestimate her, and used that power to her advantage.

In this moment, I had to give it to her. It was working on me.

I kissed her again, deeply, manipulating my fingers under her shirt until I freed one of her breasts to squeeze and massage her now vulnerable nipple.

“Yeeeeessss…” Hope hissed, arching her back again to give me better access. “You know, for a guy, you’re not bad at this…”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” I said, pinching her nipple playfully. “But, thanks.”

Hope groaned at the sudden spike in sensation, her eyes flashing before she kissed me again. “How much time do you think we have before Nadia either wants us back or wants a piece herself?”

“Probably not long,” I admitted.

We looked at each other for a moment, letting the gears turn as we considered the options before simultaneously saying, “Mouth stuff?”

There was an awkward moment of silence before we both let out goofy laughs, then kissed again, making out with a sillier energy than before.

I’d been with a lot of girls before this point, but I had to acknowledge that I always had a particular place in my heart set aside for goofy, geeky girls. Maybe it’s more just a matter of my background, but for all the fun that can be had with serious, hot and heavy sex, there was something to be said for relaxing and fun sex where you’re laughing almost as much as you’re cumming.

I may not have been as close to Hope as I was to many other girls, but we definitely shared a bit of that goofy, geeky bond that I found utterly arousing.

I kissed her again, both of us still chuckling through our moment of great minds thinking alike, as she squeezed my ass in further confirmation of enjoying this moment.

Feeling particularly inspired, I whispered in her ear. “Take off your shirt.”

Hope raised an eyebrow at me. “But we agreed on ‘mouth stuff’.”

“You’re never gonna get tired of saying mouth stuff, are you?” I said.

“I am not!” she giggled.

I rolled my eyes. “Well, you know there’s a lot that I can do with my mouth, so…”

Hope smirked. “You know, you make an excellent point there!”

I climbed off of Hope and sat beside her, letting her rotate into a sitting position herself. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside, revealing her simple dark bra, with her one firm breast sitting exposed from my manipulations beneath her shirt. Then, reaching behind her back, Hope unclasped her bra and shrugged out of it, tossing it onto her shirt as she exposed both of her bare breasts to me… and my, weren’t they a sight. High and firm with small, pointed nipples that just begged to be sucked on (and oh did I know the joy of sucking on them), she looked at me with a sense of confidence and pride.

“So…” Hope said, spreading her legs and putting her hands on her knees, leaning forward just enough to give herself some additional cleavage for me to ogle. “You want your mouth on these?”

I grinned, then slid off the couch, getting on my knees between her legs. “For starters…”

I reached for the bottom of her light, flowing skirt and began to push it up around her thighs. I might have made a show of it, and probably took my time grazing her inner thighs and watching how that made her shudder, but if she had any complaints, she wasn’t letting me know.

Hope chuckled. “See? I love it when you start off saying something like ‘for starters’, but then don’t give me any details. Sets the mind going. And what you’re doing with your fingers there… well, you’ve got me all quivering with anticipation.”

“Then my plan is obviously working,” I replied, leaning in to place a kiss on her left breast, and then one on her right. I was avoiding her nipples for the moment, wanting to draw out the pleasure and anticipation.

The way her breathing changed and pale skin flushed, I was pleased to see that this was working.

“Is this a detailed plan?” Hope asked. “Or are you winging it?”

I slid a hand between her thighs, searching for the heat that radiated outwards. “Kind of just seeing what happens…”

As my fingers found the soft fabric of her pale, practical panties, I found the source of the heat I’d been searching for. My light contact was enough to properly excite Hope, as she groaned softly at my touch.

“That’s the same thing as winging it…” she continued, her voice soft and breathy as I pushed aside the fabric that covered her pussy.

Her folds were already warm, and damp… though this is something I knew I could improve immensely. I ran my thumb over her clit in firm, swift circles, making Hope moan and rock her hips against my hand.

“There’s a big difference between ‘winging it’ and ‘seeing what happens’…” I said, leaning in and sucking on her nipple.

She groaned, more loudly this time as she angled her hips to better press against my hand. I increased my efforts while rubbing her clit, pressing two fingers against her moistening folds as I waited for that right moment of penetration. Until that point, however, I was more than content to simply pleasure her like this, sucking on her tits, alternating periodically while I toyed with her clit.

“End of a long and stressful day… fuck, this is just what I need…” Hope moaned, running a hand through my hair as I sucked long and hard on one of her nipples. “On a day like this, I’d have Daphne strip down and act as my footstool for a while… maybe put an RC vibe in her for a while, torture her, push her to her limits and make her beg for release while I sat on her face… she’s a good girlfriend like that… she knows how to bow down to Mistress Hope… but that can also be a lot of work… sometimes you just need good, casual pleasure, a little playtime with someone who knows how to make you feel good without the power games… and this is that… fuck… this feels so fucking good…”

“Glad to hear it,” I said, nibbling gently on her left nipple. “Kind of how I prefer it too, I think… I’m not generally the kind of guy to make a big spectacle of any of this, but you know I like to have my fun, get a little creative from time to time…”

Feeling the folds of her pussy now fully engorged and quite wet, I slid my two fingers into her easily, curling them inside of her as I searched for her G-spot. I figured that if we were on a timer, that thumbing her clit while massaging her g-spot was exactly what would set her off.

The way Hope had to conceal a squeal through biting her lip, I could see that she heartily agreed.

“That’s not very creative,” she whimpered. “But it is very, very good…”

“I thought you’d like it,” I said, increasing my pace with a slow, steady insistence.

“I mean… it’s a little on the nose… a targeted, tactical strike, if all you’re trying to do is make me cum…” she qualified.

To this, I slowed down, wanting to tease her a little for that suggestion.

Hope’s eyes went wide. “But I’m not complaining! Please… don’t stop… keep it up, please… fuck… I was just thinking out loud, and thinking too much out loud, ignore me, and keep going, please… you’ve got me all hot and bothered and you’re getting me close, Ryan… keep fingering me, keep fucking me, like that… god, yes… feels so fucking gooooooood…”

That was more like it, and with a mouthful of nipple, I still managed a grin.

Well, I grinned a little, before I really began to speed the process along, sucking at her nipples as I teased them with my tongue, massaging her clit and g-spot simultaneously in a way that soon had her hips bucking against me, desperate for pleasure. I didn’t let up on her at this point, and while I would have given a lot to just whip it out and fuck her into oblivion right here, we did need to make this quick.

So, I went in for the kill. I increased my speed and pressure on her most sensitive spots until she was a soaked, moaning and writhing mess. Her voice was raising in a way that threatened to spill out of the Dark Room at any moment now, but Hope was pretty well past caring at this point, I think. Besides, of the people out there, I was pretty sure most of them had heard her cum at one point or another anyway.

Hope looked down at me, cocking her glasses down so I could better see her hungry eyes. Her mouth hung open slightly, her breathing ragged as the pressure clearly built inside of her. She tensed up, and bit her lip, looking down at me with a nod of confirmation before she came, hard.

To her credit, she kept biting her lip, holding back on a cry of absolute pleasure it was clear she wanted to let out. What she lost in her ability to scream she more than made up for in shaking against the couch, bucking and writhing against it while I did my best to hold her in place. If this couch were any lighter, I imagined that there was a good chance she would have knocked it over for the strength of her wet, messy orgasm, but she didn’t. I saw her through her impressively quiet orgasm, holding onto her and sucking at her tits until she collapsed against me, breathing heavily and giggling, smiling a goofy, satisfied smile.

“Oh, wow… fuck… I should work late more often,” Hope laughed, looking down at me with the prettiest goddamn smile I’d ever seen from her.

“Well, let me know… I can make some time…” I chuckled, pulling my soaked fingers from under her skirt and climbing up above her to better kiss her.

Hope kissed me back energetically, sucking and nibbling at my lips while we made out for a few seconds. It was too brief for my liking, the beginning of something that we both would have wanted to stretch out into something more, but it felt damn good in the moment.

She kissed me again on the lips, then another quicker kiss on my chin, before I felt her hand reaching down between my legs. Through my jeans, I could feel her insistent fingers wrapping around and massaging my cock.

“So…” Hope trailed off, smirking.

I licked my lips in anticipation.

“So, it’s my turn, right?”

That voice came from the Dark Room’s doorway, and was timed badly enough to make me scowl, much as I knew it would ultimately be fun.

“Hey… Nadia…” I said, turning to the editor. “We did invite you in, didn’t we?”

Nadia knelt down in the doorway briefly, untying her shoes and slipping them off before she stood again.

“Yes, you did,” she answered, unbuckling her belt. “And you were right. I have been worrying a lot, and I do know the wonders that Ryan’s mouth is capable of… and I could use a moment of destressing. That offer still stands, doesn’t it?”

“It does…” I said, watching with rapt attention as she undid her belt, then began to unzip her jeans. “It’s just that you caught us in the heat of the moment, with what has to be either the worst or the best timing imaginable… it’s kind of difficult to tell where we are right now.”

Nadia smirked, and without a word, began to slide her jeans down her hips.

Now, while she may not have been the most skilled seductress of all the women I’d met, Nadia knew well of how to make a show of what she was doing, slowly teasing her jeans down her full hips and ass before dropping them down her nice, toned legs. She stood before us in her pale underwear and preppy sweater, her eyes staring just over the rim of her glasses with some amusement at the way Hope and I watched her, before she reached down and pulled her panties down, dropping them around her ankles.

Even in the dark, I got a good enough look at her prominent pussy and trimmed pubic hair to make my mouth water, memories of our first encounter in this very room flooding through me. The sight of her dark skin under the room’s red lights made me shiver in anticipation, and I suddenly found myself wanting to touch her with some urgency.

It didn’t take much for Nadia to catch on to my enthusiasm.

She smirked. “I see I managed to catch your attention… both of yours…”

I turned to Hope, who looked delightfully goofy in the way she ogled Nadia.

Hope said, “Well, you’re looking hot, and you got your pussy out there, so, yeah, you got my attention!”

Nadia continued smirking. “Always happy to know that I’ve got it… and you’re not looking so bad tonight, either, Hope. Your boobs look positively yummy.”

“Thanks,” Hope laughed, squeezing her tits playfully. “And you, uh, actually manage to rock the whole Donald Duck, Winnie the Pooh shirt with no pants look, but hotter, and… okay, I’m gonna stop naming random Disney characters and just keep staring at your cunt.”

“For legal purposes, that’s probably wise,” Nadia said, before turning her attention back to me. “So, Ryan… is your mouth ready for me? Because…”

She reached down between her legs, running a few fingers over her folds in small, swift circles, and groaning. “…I’m very ready for you.”

Nadia looked ready. She looked positively tasty, actually. The way she fingered her cunt was almost hypnotic, and I could swear that I could smell her, even from a distance like this.

I licked my lips in anticipation, then cocked my head. “Grab a seat.”

Nadia, normally so in control, smiled an almost wild, unrestrained smile that threatened to take over her face as she quickly closed the distance and sat down on the couch.

I climbed off Hope and knelt between Nadia’s partially spread legs, running my fingertips lightly over her outer thighs, and taking my chance to grab her ass. Nadia may not have had the biggest or most impressive ass of the many girls I’d been with, but damn if she didn’t have a nice one. Her ass was one to savor and squeeze, to caress and make her moan softly with. If we had the kind of time to really cut loose here, I would’ve made Nadia cum hard a couple times before I claimed her ass and made her scream, but we really didn’t have that kind of time.

With that in mind, I grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch, before pushing her by the chest so that she was leaning back (and, I’ll be honest, getting a quick grope of one of her sweater-clad tits in the process). Taking hold of her legs, I opened them wider, before leaning down to get a nice, up-close view of Nadia’s pussy.

“So… like what you see?” she asked, reaching down with one hand to rub her slit, before slipping a finger inside. Nadia thrust it in and out of her hole for a moment, groaning softly and getting wetter by the moment.

“That’s… I think the answer to that is pretty obvious, don’t you?” I asked.

“I like what I see, for what it’s worth,” Hope said, craning her neck for a view. “I’m still pretty cum-drunk and mellow, so I’m not really feeling like doing a whole lot right now, but I’m happy to watch.”

I grinned up at Nadia, both of us trying to restrain our amusement at what Hope had just said.

I continued, “Yeah, what she said. Minus the cum-drunk part.”

“Well, I’m sure one of us can fix that…” Nadia said, pulling her finger out of her cunt and holding it up in the dim light for me to see.

Her juices glistened on her finger, tempting and tasty, and I could easily smell her from here. I licked my lips, but then rather than merely wait on this, I leaned in and sucked her finger into my mouth, relishing her sweet and savory taste as I cleaned her finger with my lips and tongue. Nadia looked quite pleased with my enthusiasm as she eyed me, groaning softly as I showed just how hard I could suck, before letting her finger go with a pop.

“So…” I said, grinning. “Ready for some ‘mouth stuff’?”

I might have put a little too much sarcasm into that wording, based on Nadia’s sigh and the slight ‘bitch please’ of how she cocked her head, but before she could get properly defensive, I leaned in and kissed those sweet, slick pussy lips of hers.

“Oh… shit…” Nadia said, her voice first an exclamation, and then a simple, satisfied exhalation of pleasure as I began to properly lick and suckle at her pussy. “Fuck… fuck that’s the good stuff…”

She dropped her head back against the couch, then reached up to squeeze at her tits through her sweater. Soon, as I began circling my tongue around her tasty clit, she began moaning properly, gyrating and rocking her hips against my face as she tried to encourage me to get a better angle.

Hope craned her neck to get a better view of the show, biting her lip as she caught sight of the way I ate Nadia’s pussy.

“Ah, fuck… that really is a work of art…” Hope mused, her voice a little dreamy as she idly toyed with one of her nipples.

“Tell me about it!” Nadia moaned, looking down at me and breathing heavily. “Fuck… never gonna get tired of this… goddamn, it’s so fucking good…”

She ran her fingers through my hair, and I couldn’t help but smile as I kissed her clit. “Well, thank you-“

Nadia pushed my face back against her pussy. “I didn’t say stop!”

I got the picture, and went back to licking and suckling. This was hardly my first time with Nadia, and I had a good idea of the kind of treatment she liked, but there was still no denying the simple pleasure of getting to explore her pussy again, rediscovering those extra-sensitive spots that would absolutely drive her wild, looking up at this gorgeous woman as I brought her pure pleasure…

She looked down at me with that pretty, needy face, and I only quickened the pace of my tongue, licking and slurping at her cunt while Hope looked on with some amusement.

“This is really interesting… I mean, from an outside perspective, it is. I know what it’s like to feel Ryan’s tongue, but watching him work from this angle… I mean, it’s not like I’m learning anything new, because I’m really good at eating cunt, but, this is still fascinating to watch!” Hope intoned, fascinated.

“Unless you have anything particularly constructive to add, Hope… fuck… I’d like to let you know that the running commentary is something of a mood-breaker…” Nadia groaned, dropping her head back again.

“Yeah, but it’s so much fun fucking with you…” Hope replied, squeezing one of Nadia’s tits playfully, before turning her attention to me. “And watching you.”

I gave a light nod up to Hope, without breaking contact with Nadia’s delicious pussy. She was getting quite hot, and very juicy at this point, her lips fully exposed to me, a feast for the eyes and my mouth. I dug in, pushing my tongue deep inside of her, fucking her with it briefly as I lapped up as much of her intoxicating taste as I could, before I went back to giving all of the attention I could manage to her clit.

I knew that, as much as she wanted to relax for a while and cum, that Nadia would also appreciate some quick efficient work so she could get back to the office, and I gave her just that. I ran my tongue in tight little circles around that clit, alternating in how much pressure I gave her to better drive her wild.

Soon, she began to close her thighs around my neck.

“Oh, fuck… fucking hell… yes, right there, like that… god, you keep going like this, you’ll make me cum…” Nadia moaned, continuing to run her fingers through my hair.

“Mmm, I think I’d like to see you cum, Nadia… fuck, you’re looking so hot and yummy tonight… I think you’re crazy horny right now, and you’ll just completely lose it if Ryan keeps sucking on your clit, won’t you?” Hope proposed.

“Damn it… you talk too fucking much, Hope… I’ve never said it before, or maybe I just haven’t said it enough… but you fucking talk too damn much…” Nadia said, her mouth forming a soft O-shape as she began to shake and shudder, attempting to hold back just enough as I continued to be merciless with her clit.

Hope shrugged. “I get that a lot. Would you prefer me kissing you as a better use of my time?”

Nadia thought about this for a second. “Fuck it, get over here…”

Smiling with some playful malevolence, Hope slid over to Nadia and began kissing her deeply, reaching up and squeezing Nadia’s tits through her sweater like her life depended on it.

Now, I’m a simple man in a lot of ways, and watching two hot girls making out with each other is easily one of those things that’ll get me properly hot and bothered. My cock, already rock hard, felt like it had found an extra half inch to expand that I didn’t know it had, and this was only reflected in my increased pace over Nadia’s clit. Looking up at these two gorgeous women making out, the sheer contrast of dark skin against light… well, it fucking did it for me.

I ate Nadia’s pussy with a gusto that I hadn’t come in here with, a great, fiery, lust-driven energy searing through my body as I sought out only to give her pleasure. Reaching up, I slid two fingers deep inside of her, fucking them in and out of Nadia’s cunt rapidly while I kept going at her clit while her moans and groans were stifled by Hope’s eager, probing lips.

Eventually, any defenses that Nadia might have been putting up cracked, and then completely collapsed. Soon she was shuddering with buildup, pushing me only to greater heights of hunger and excitement. My tongue was a blur over her clit, furiously circling the tasty, engorged nub until she had no hope but to break under my efforts completely and utterly.

Nadia turned away from Hope to look back down at me, her face screwed up in a look of intense focus. “Oh, fuck… keep going, keep going, keep eating my fucking pussy… right there, right there… you know what I fucking want… what I need… please, Ryan, keep going, keep fucking going, I want it, I want it, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes… please… fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMIIIING!!!!”

While Hope may have made some attempts to keep it down so we weren’t heard outside, Nadia seemed to be under no such obligation, or was just too much of a force of nature to be restrained by such considerations. When she came, she bucked against my face and cried out, shaking and shuddering and nearly clamping her legs around my neck hard enough to choke me out. I’d had enough experience with this exact position by this point to avoid that unseemly fate, but for now I was holding on and making sure she got the best damn orgasm I could give her.

Hope wasn’t of any help on this front, seeming far more content to idly grope Nadia and smile and laugh while she came rather than do anything to quiet her down this time.

Ah, well. If the rest of the Puma Press working tonight heard us, they heard us. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had used the Dark Room to fool around like this.

Nadia’s breathing steadied, and with fluttery eyes she looked down at me, a pleased smile crossing her lips. “Thank you, Ryan… and just so you know, you were right. I really did need some time in here.”

“Told ya,” I said, shrugging and licking her juices from my lips. “Damn, you’re tasty.”

“Oh yeah?” Hope asked, leaning down and kissing me, getting a taste herself. “Yeah… not bad tonight, chief.”

“Thanks,” Nadia said, probably blushing. “It’s been, ummm… an inspired night, but I think I should really be getting back to-“

“Hey, hey, hey! Hold up, here!” Hope proclaimed, taking Nadia’s wrist. “Ryan hasn’t had his turn yet.”

Nadia looked uncertain. “But, the others…”

“Nica can keep the others in line for… well, as long as she needs to, really, that girl’s fucking amazing,” Hope said, before turning her attention to me. “Ryan, could you stand up and help me illustrate a point?”

“Sure,” I said.

I stood up, and no sooner had I done so than Hope reached up and grabbed my significant erection, threatening to burst through the front of my jeans.

“Ryan’s had this big fucking boner the entire time he’s been with me, and with you, and the guy hasn’t had one fucking complaint yet! He’s spent all his time pleasing us, his balls fucking ready to burst, and he hasn’t raised a single word or made even the simplest demand! I’m not saying we owe him a reward for his patience, but… actually, because it’s Ryan and he’s a pretty cool fucking guy, I kind of am saying we owe him a reward, I think,” Hope said, smiling up at me with her pleasantly awkward grin.

While I could have used a little less of her emphasizing her points by squeezing my cock, the sentiment was overall welcome. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Hope said, turning her attention back to Nadia. “Now, I’m plenty happy to take care of this beast all on my lonesome, but if you want us to get out of here in a reasonable time, since I’m a little out of practice with all the pussy I’ve been eating lately… thank you again, Ryan, for that…”

“No problem,” I replied in kind.

Hope continued. “…then, you know, I think it would be best, and fastest, if we made this a team effort? I mean, wouldn’t you say that two heads are better than one? Especially when giving head?”

Nadia looked thoughtfully from Hope, to me, then down to my crotch. “Logistically speaking, that’s actually a bit more complicated than you’re making it out to be…”

She looked back up into my eyes again, unable to keep a cheeky little grin from her lips. “…but it does sound like a good time… and it’s been a long time since I’ve had this big white cock down my throat…”

Unconsciously, she licked her lips. I took that as a good sign.

“So…?” I said.

Hope turned her attention to me. “So, I think what Nadia’s trying to say, Ryan, is, drop your pants and grab a seat between us, you’re getting a blowjob sandwich!”

Well, this was turning out to be a very nice night after all.

Hope took her hand off my cock, and I ‘dutifully’ did my part, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants, dropping them around my ankles. Now with a little less pressure, my erection only had the thin fabric of my underwear to contend with, a sight that seemed to cause no small amount of interest in Hope and Nadia.

I’ll admit, I made a bit of a show of teasing the elastic of my underwear, but with the clock ticking, I didn’t make it much of a show, and soon dropped them around my ankles, freeing my thick, ten-inch erection. No doubt it must have been a pretty impressive sight at this point because, yeah, I was pretty geared up, my cock about as hard as it could have been, my balls full and seemingly ready to burst, and a fair bead of precum already forming at the tip, making the lower part of my head positively glisten…

Their hungry reactions to this certainly didn’t hurt, either.

”See?” Hope asked, reaching up to grab hold of my cock. “Wasn’t sticking around a better idea?”

“Much,” Nadia replied, eyes transfixed on my cock with a lustful hunger.

I gotta admit, the feeling of power of standing over these two beautiful, nerdy friends as they drooled over my cock was pretty great, but if I was going to enjoy the ‘blowjob sandwich’ as Hope said, I knew I’d be much happier on the couch. So, I turned around and sat down between the two of them, finding myself in the amusing position of being between a girl with no top, and a girl with no bottom, and knowing just what it felt like to make each of them cum. Hope leaned in to kiss me first, running her hand from the tip of my cock to the base, spreading as much precum as she could.

I expected Nadia to try to steal a kiss from me next, but she was a little more direct, for as soon as Hope’s hand was on my balls, she sucked my cockhead into her mouth. I might have groaned in some surprise at this, but Nadia’s luxuriant moans were music to my ears as she soon began sucking my cock as if she were eating the finest of desserts.

I broke my kiss with Hope, only so I could better watch as Nadia’s dark lips spread around my thick shaft, taking more and more of my length down until her lips brushed against my balls.

“Fuck…” I hissed, dropping my head back.

Hope looked on, impressed. “Nadia… wow, you got some skills, girl! And tell me, Ryan, does it feel as good as it looks to get deepthroated? Because it looks like a lot of fun, but I don’t have a cock so I have a hard time comparing and-

“It’s amazing!” I exclaimed, my voice high with strain.

“Cool!” Hope replied, before gently grabbing Nadia by the hair and pulling her head off my cock. “My turn!”

Nadia didn’t take well to this hair pulling, but the sight of Hope inhaling my cock must have impressed her enough that she didn’t really seem to care.

“Holy shit…” Nadia whispered, her voice low as she shifted her position, now fully on her elbows and knees on the couch next to me.

“You’re telling me,” I groaned, looking down at the intoxicating sight of Hope’s head bouncing up and down on my cock.

One of her eyes was visible to me as she did this, and as it locked onto mine, I couldn’t help but notice her cheeky wink up at me before she buried my cock back down her throat.

“God…” I moaned. “Feels so fucking good!”

Hope let up on my cock for a second, suckling on the head before letting it out with a pop. “Cool! That’s exactly what I was trying for!”

Nadia took advantage of this moment, grabbing my cock and sucking it back in, bobbing up and down with her own enthusiastic mouth as she blew me expertly.

“Hey!” Hope protested.

“Sorry… guess you gotta be fast if you want your mouth full…” I groaned.

I looked back at Nadia’s ass, and felt thoroughly inspired by the beautiful sight of her dark skin and completely intoxicating curves. Nadia had explained to me once, that uptight girls tended to enjoy getting their asses played with, and if I was going to be honest, there were only a few girls out there as uptight as Nadia Barclay…

Enjoying my inspiration, I reached over and slid my hand over her ass, appreciating the moan it got from her, before I slid my middle finger into her ass. It was rough going, and Nadia grunted a little at first, but once I was inside, she was moaning lusciously around my cock and blowing me even faster than before.

“Ooh, that’s a good idea…” Hope said, getting up on her elbows and knees on the other side of me on the couch. “Finger my tight fucking ass too?”

She reached back with one hand, flipping her skirt up over her ass and pulling her panties down around her knees. Though her ass was smaller and firmer than Nadia’s, nothing could stop me at this point from sliding my other hand over Hope’s ass and shoving a finger into her tight hole.

And this, really, is how we spent the next few minutes. While I fingered Nadia and Hope’s asses, the two girls blew me. Sometimes they traded off. Sometimes they fought for it. Sometimes they worked together, with one of them sucking on the head while the other worshipped my shaft and balls. Though you wouldn’t know it to look at either of them in the world, looking every bit the upstanding preppy (Nadia) and band geek (Hope) as they did, these two girls had remarkable oral skills, using their lips and tongues to bring an electric pleasure that spread from my cock to my entire body.

There was also a distinct competitiveness to the two of them that was also enjoyable, as they truly pulled out all the stops. Nadia proved herself to be precise and direct, focusing distinctly on my head with her tongue and lips like it was a targeted strike, while Hope was more wild and unrestrained, practically fucking my cock with her mouth. I couldn’t have picked a winner from these two if I wanted to, and so I just relaxed and let myself stay in heaven while I continued to finger their asses.

All good things must come to an end, though, and soon I was unable to hold back anymore.

It was as Hope was sucking my cock while Nadia licked my balls that the swelling finally came, and I had to warn them.

“God… I’m cumming… I’m gonna cum soon…” I said, out of breath and ready to burst.

Hope only redoubled her efforts at this warning, and though Nadia looked a little disgruntled about not getting my load, there wasn’t really much to be done at this point. My back arching slightly, I buried my fingers deep in each girl’s ass, then cried out in release. I came like a fountain deep in Hope’s mouth, and to her credit, she did a really good job of sucking down everything I had to give her. She was gulping quickly and eagerly, but even she could only keep up so much. Some of my cum dribbled from the sides of her mouth as she kept slurping it down, but she made an admirable effort of taking everything I had to give.

When my orgasm died off, she continued suckling at the head for a moment, before letting it go and smiling sweetly, before opening her mouth to show that she’d still kept a fair bit in there as well. It was certainly a way of showing off to me, and to Nadia especially, who Hope soon grabbed and kissed deeply.

Nadia was surprised by this at first, but when it became clear what was happening, she moaned softly against Hope’s lips and accepted her kiss, only breaking it when she was satisfied. It was at this point that Nadia smiled sweetly up at me before showing how much of my cum Hope had transferred into her mouth, before swallowing it down herself in a big dramatic gulp.

Thoroughly drained and utterly satisfied, I pulled my fingers from their asses and stretched my arms across the back of the couch, while each of the girls sat up next to me and leaned in.

“So… that was the kind of depraved I can get behind,” Hope said, playfully stroking my cock.

I hissed at the contact. “Agreed.”

“Motion is carried and passed,” Nadia said, sounding pleasantly tired. “But for now…”

I sighed, looking at the two beautiful girls who had given me one hell of a memorable night in the Dark Room, and while my batteries weren’t fully recharged yet, I was sure as hell in a better place than when I’d first stepped into the room. Suddenly the deadlines we had didn’t feel so daunting, and I felt almost eager to finish what I’d started earlier this evening.

“Yeah,” I agreed, wrapping my arms around Hope’s and Nadia’s shoulders for a brief, if awkward hug, before standing up. “Let’s go to work.”