Life as a New Hire Ch. 09

Marla moaned wantonly, inspired by previous encounters with me. I didn't let myself be distracted. This was Libra's place, we all where here at her sufferance and Brooke had foisted me on her so now I was 'her' guy. By girl-logic, that meant she went first and I better let everyone know she was first. All of this ignored me and Marla's earlier romp of course.

Libra was a naughty little slut. She tried to hide her hot spots from me using distractions and deceptions. It took me five minutes to figure out her game. Then I waited for the right moment.

"I thought you said this guy was good, Maaaaaaa!!" Libra wailed to Marla. Libra was a clit-nibbler. I took that proffered bit of delicate femininity and made it my bitch.

In the first few seconds I had realized Libra was an anal virgin. A few seconds after I ambushed her I decided to do something about that. Brooke being an anal virgin was a no-brainer. Neither woman was 'that' kind of woman and they'd given Marla a tough time because of it - or so I imagined. I worked a third finger into her snatch. Libra was vocally expressive somewhat similar to her sister...and aunt.

When I slipped one finger past her sphincter, Libra whelped then whimpered. She was far too busy building up to her climax to protest. She did tilt her head so that we could make eye contact again. She wanted to form the words to make me stop, but the pleasure robbed her of the necessary concentration.

Libra's fists balled up in the comforter, her head rolled back and she began escalating to her own operatic concerto. Man, I loved these Chalmers's women and their arias.

"What was that?" Brooke shook the amorously frayed Libra.

"That was an orgasm," Marla snickered. "I warned you that Cáel punched all my buttons."

"Libra, have you been faking it all these years?" Brooke gasped.

"Mmmm...yeah - I guess I have," Libra panted. "That was niccccce," she murmured. "Cáel, do it again."

"No way," Brooke grabbed my arm. "It is my turn!" So much for not wanting to have sex with me.

Libra made a feeble effort to keep me in place. Brooke was insistent. I didn't let her pull me into her lap, instead falling fully upon her body. She was momentarily put off by the scent of Libra's cunt juices on my face, but quickly came around. We were kissing and licking each other's faces in no time.

The Scotch was good. I could taste it on her lips and inhaled it with her breath. I slipped into her vagina with minimal effort and no resistance. Trent had been getting the job done in the bedroom. That didn't stop him from being a dunce and misusing Brooke. Slowly, as I kept easing in and out of her, Brooke began squinting. When she closed her eyes, I decided on what she needed.

"What are you doing?" Brooke muttered as I began rolling us onto our sides. She was looking at me once more.

"Close your eyes," I whispered. She squinted again, but didn't fully close them. When I withdrew my penis from her steamy folds, she stiffened.

"I don't like that," Brooke insisted while her eyes remained slits.

"You don't want to do what you've done - with him, Brooke," I murmured. "You want to do something new; something that says you've moved on." She bought it. Brooke let me roll her over then pushed up into the classic doggy style position - which she claimed 'not to do'.

She was confused when I pushed her hips back down to the bed. I carefully poised my body over hers, balancing on my right leg and both arms. Brooke didn't know what to make of the first kiss on the back of her head. I wasn't romantic - I was a dick to be shoved into her a few times to take her mind off of her pain. That was her opinion of me.

'Fucks' didn't gently kiss you, caress your hair, neck and shoulders with his nose and lips, eliciting amorous noises from the girl they were gratifying. Brooke began radiate peace and contentment as I tenderly lavished attention on her. As a reward, she gave me what I wanted, namely her body plus an unspoken promise of a follow-up encounter.

I had Brooke pushing her ass up against me after an indeterminate time. She had transformed from 'in control and basic' to urging me to 'do what I will' to her body. As predicted, Brooke was an anal virgin too. I pulled her hips back up then worked my cock in all the way into her vagina until her soaking vulva was pressed against my pelvis. A few careful strokes came next.

My slamming hard into her cunt, caught Brooke and the others off-guard. Brooke grunted, started to protest then had her utterance stolen away by the next pile-driving thrust. After that, it was too late. I lost track of the number of Brooke's orgasms. I didn't really care. My goal was the fuck the Trent right out of her.

The first time Libra attempted to intervene and save her friend, my fierce glower turned her back. The second time, Marla kept her from yanking on my arm. When I finally shot off, Brooke was past caring. I lowered us back down to the bed and began showering her with kisses again. She was making contented little moans then twisted her head around, requesting a bit of lip action.

"Happy," Brooke sighed dreamily.

"I can tell," Libra was a bit peeved.

"Trent who?" Brooke giggled. Mission success! Oh, she'd be a few decades despising the bastard yet I had given her a far more passionate experience to balance out the pain and emptiness that had been inflicted on her.

Women, don't thank me. Thank my mentor, Kimberly, who taught me that a penis without experience and imagination was like a car without tires, or gas. It might attract attention, but then what do you do with the damn thing?

"Come home with me, Cáel," Brooke said between tongue tussles.

"Brooke, I have a job, I need to be back at eleven tonight, and we do have some company, remember?" I reminded her - of the two ladies right next to us on the bed.

"Me next," Marla beamed.

"I'm not a carnival ride," I grumbled. I was. Fessing up wouldn't help me negotiate later.

"How about you three let me get cleaned up then, Marla, I want your ass again. I've really missed the way it turned you on," I grinned seductively at the youngest woman. I wanted to have anal sex with all three. Brooke's libido was too steamed up to hold out for long. Libra wanted more sex yet wouldn't let me near her precious Heine until she saw Marla get all torn up.

I confess I was strongly motivated by a desire to simply fuck those two up the ass because they were stuck-up bitches who looked down on me. I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and I use sex appeal to get what I want - namely sex. I got out of bed, kissed Brooke on each buttocks then limped away to wash off.

When I came back they were in a furtive discussion.

"We've decided I'll go next," Libra purred.

"Oh," I stopped. "I'll get dressed and be on my way now. Marla, I have my own apartment plus a place at corporate we can crash."

"Wait," Libra sat up, caught between outrage and need. "What's wrong with me?"

"You are perfectly scrumptious, but there is a fundamental misunderstanding of why I am here," I lectured them. Now to throw out a curveball. "I'm here for Brooke. She was the one betrayed by my co-worker. She didn't deserve any part of that."

"If this is how you two (Marla and Libra) want to treat me, I'm gone. Brooke can find me if she wants me. Marla and I have a history, so I owe her - thus the invite. Libra, I like you, but I have to have my priorities before I think of myself and what I might want," I explained. I was lying. Had it only been Libra and me, I'd have been nailing her until 10:45.

If it was just Marla - ditto. Brooke - ditto again. The emotional dynamics became a little more complicated when it came to any two of them, but my stance would be the same. I was the guy. I stuck my dick in. If I didn't get the sex I wanted, I would leave. If I pushed them too hard, they wouldn't hesitate to show me the door. No one surrendered their decision making ability.

They were still submitting to my lustful desires. Pointing that out would have not helped me achieve my objectives - namely the utilization of every condom in my stockpile.

"Thank you, Cáel," Brooke smiled at me with something akin to fondness. "Please stay."

"If you really want to have sex with Marla, I'll understand," Libra conceded.

Before I even had a knee on the bed, Marla squealed happily and presented her ass for fucking. If the other two had any suspicions about the massage oil suddenly appearing in my hand, they kept their questions to themselves. Anal sex was nasty, dirty and degrading - something only 'those' kinds of girls did. They had never experienced it.

Had their boyfriends ever had a on a porno with anal sex, they would have yelled at their guys and made them cut it off. No one told Marla this. By the time one of the other girls in her social circle brought this up, all she could do was nod and keep her erotic achievements to herself.

"Damn Marla," I teased. "Have you not let anyone else back here since we were last together?"

"I find it awkward to ask," Marla whimpered as I worked my first finger deep inside. "Aaahhh - this only reminds me more of how much I've missed you."

"Try not to make me cum before I'm ready," I begged Marla - points for me all around. The only thing a woman wants more than to control her partner's orgasm is an orgasm of her own.

"Ah - ah - ah, I'll try," Marla gasp-giggled. No, she was going to work my cock over with her rectal muscles with every trick she could recall.

"That doesn't look comfortable," Brooke commented as I began working my second digit into Marla's butthole. She had actually half-crawled over Libra to get a better view.

I was about to develop an awkward moment of helplessness. I winced. Brooke caught it.

"Are you okay?" Brooke touched my right forearm. The one that was pumping two fingers into Marla's ass.

"Ummm," I sounded embarrassed. "My leg is killing me...I can't...ummm...it is embarrassing."

"What is it?" Brooke insisted.

"I need...ah...to coat my cock with massage oil so I can penetrate Marla the moment she's ready," I gulped. Totally false. There is no 'Golden Second' for anal dicking. I could easily lube up my dick then penetrate Marla, but I selfishly wanted to get Brooke involved in some kinkiness.

"Ah, okay," Brooke acquiesced immediately. She doled out three squirts of oil into her palm then began coating my condom-covered tool. Her placing her face only centimeters away while she worked my tool was...strange.

"You are bigger than Trent," she murmured. "Definitely thicker." It wasn't a contest that interested me, but if it made her happy.

Brooke pulled back, a bit ashamed.

"That asshole used to make me give him blowjobs all the time," she informed us. "I can't believe he made me swallow."

"I'd never treat you like that, Brooke," I expressed to her.

She smiled and began to vigorously stroke my dick as a reward. Honestly, as long as the girl didn't vomit my seed on me, I could care less what she chose to do with it. Third finger.

"Do you want me to give you a blowjob?" Brooke teased.

"No," I sighed. "You are fragile right now. I only want to do what makes you happy."

If anyone is surprised that was a lie, you clearly haven't been paying attention to me and my sexual appetites. If I thought I could get away with it, I'd have her give me fellatio on the taxi ride back to work as long as her efforts were at least passible.

"Make me happy," Marla panted. "Make me happy." I put my hand over Brooke's then, together, we pushed my cock into Marla.

Brooke initially contended with my advance. Our eyes locked. Next she tried to move her hand away. I thwarted that action yet held firm at Marla's sphincter. She kept staring at me. My hand over hers, I let her guide my cock against her best friend's little sister's anal frontier. When my rod passed that resistant point, both Marla and Brooke groaned.

I actually had to slow Brooke down. She was getting off on the feel of the pressure on my penis.

"We don't want to hurt Marla by going too fast," I counseled Brooke. She gave a minute nod.

"Marla, that looks like it hurts," Libra spoke up. She was feeling left out.

"Mmmm, this is pure bliss, Big Sis," Marla groaned. Painful - yes. Thrilling - definitely.

"I can feel her..." Brooke struggled for words.

"Heine?" I offered. Brooke's uncertainty vanished and she snickered.

"I can feel her 'Heine' squeezing his penis," Brooke giggled. "It's freaky." In a good way. Brooke hadn't let go of my cock after all.

"Pull it back," I whispered to Brooke conspiratorially. She looked momentarily confused then amused. In her drunk retelling of this tale, she'd claim to have drank the whole bottle of Scotch first. With a big, toothy grin, Brooke pulled my cock mostly out of Marla's butt. Marla moaned happily. Brooke gleefully reversed course and began pushing my cock back in.

Brooke was getting to butt-fuck a girl without the benefit of a strap-on. She also quickly figured out that we had to go deeper into Marla each time. Marla's grunts let Brooke know when enough was enough.

"Brooke!" Libra gasped. "You are fucking my sister's ass with Cáel dick."

"I am, aren't I?" Brooke seemed surprised with herself.

"Feels great Brooke," Marla sniggered. "Keep it up. Ram that big cock in me." Three more strokes and Brooke's hand would no longer fit between Marla's tailbone and my pelvis. She sat back on her haunches, somewhat disappointed her role had come to an end.

It was time to refocus on Marla, who had been a very good girl. I reward the efforts of my partner. As soon as she became comfortable with my intrusion in her rectum, I wrapped both arms around her stomach and began coating her shoulders with kisses. I few minutes of gentle action made Marla one contented little racehorse.

"No," she whined. Marla knew what was coming was only 'bad' because it was so good for her. Tenderly I raised her torso up until she was bouncing slowly in my lap, my cock still driving up her ass. That was followed up with me raising her arms up over her head. My tongue began running up her inner left arm. Her whimpering became downright plaintive.

Marla's rendition of a heavenly chorus was the prize she offered up. Oh, she was still riding my rod deep up her ass as she ground her buttocks down. The secret lesson here for Brooke and Libra was that anal sex wasn't all about a guy shooting his wad up the girl's ass. It was also something a woman could truly get behind, so to speak.

Marla was obviously enjoying it up her rectum as she did up her vagina. Had some girl at a party, properly sloshed, vouched for this, they would have sneered behind their drinks while nodding. Now...Brooke was licking her lips and Libra was restructuring her conceptions of her sister - the sexual animal.

That sister had stumbled down from her latest climax. Her hands rested on my hips, allowing me to shift my hands up to her breasts, nice and gentle-like. Careful finger contact to her nipples was what she wanted and needed.

"Oh God," Marla panted. "I have got to transfer to a college in the city."

Marla added to that declaration by increasing her vigorous attention to my body. She gave her everything and I gave it up despite some desperate concentration on my part. I howled out my frustration of her getting the better of me - hehehehe. Hey, we were both happy. My doctor was going to give me crap about my thigh - again.

That was okay. We cleaned up and got a bit drunker. Brooke's ass was next. I got behind her, tenderly worked my penis into her rectum and let her adjust. Ten seconds later, I was holding her by her wrists and jack-hammering away. I wasn't being needlessly cruel to Brooke. I was fucking her like no one else had. The newness and passion elevated her spiritually, no lie. She'd never be the same sensual creature after tonight.

Brooke was crying, screaming and cumming like crazy. We ended up, myself spent, lying on our sides with her bawling in my arms. That last bit, we were to never talk about again. More resting. We put on some underwear. I told the ladies that if they put on bras, I got to put on a shirt. They protested. I went for my shirt. They pelted me with their bras.

For my insistence on gender equality, I got to watch breasts bounce all over the place. Do Upper Crust babes want to be ogled like sex objects? Of course not - that's vulgar, demeaning and opposed to every fiber of their beliefs in female empowerment. So, every wiggle, jiggle, and 'subconscious' tweaking of their nipples was absolutely unintentional.

We feasted on strawberries & sour cream, banana slices, pate and spheres of a cubic watermelon. It tasted like normal watermelon to me. I puttered around the kitchen with them. In other words, I leaned against the counter while making the occasionally feeble effort to help only to be shepparded by to my observation post by the lady feeling the most touchy-feely at the moment.

A little later, Brooke and Libra went back on 'Bitch-fest'. I pulled Marla and Brooke to the bedroom. Brooke gave me a dangerous look until she figured out the plan. I lay on the bed with Brooke on my face, facing forward, while she continued to blather on the phone. Marla, sweet Marla, began administering a blowjob. She's not the best ever but she is devoted to the craft.

Somewhere in my succulent feasting, Brooke gave out a strangled squeal.

"Oh that," Brooke said casually. "That's one of Trent's co-workers whose face I'm currently riding." "Which one? The good one - Libra's date." "Is he good...definitely a 'yes'. He's like an Arabian stallion. Damn, my thighs are still trembling from all the orgasms he's put me through, plus he's done Libra."

"No, not last night - right now - in the past three hours," Brooke chortled. "Oh, and he's done Marla - Libra's little sister - from last night? Yeah, he's had sex with her three times as well." "Yes, in the past three hours. What did you think I meant by stallion?" "Oh, that's rather perfect too - not a monster, but a whole lot. Marla's got her mouth around it right now."

"Yes, while he's eating me out," Brooke giggled then gulped. I had just started twisting a finger into her rump. "No," sigh, "He's from one of those very exclusive, elite colleges they have in New England," Brooke added. "I think Libra's family owns it." Ah, my alma mater. Good Golly, Ms. Molly, I was a zebra so they were painting my black stripes white and selling me as a midget thoroughbred.

We were Brooke exhibiting to the World she was most desirable and Trent was a fucktard. I lapped her clit with broad strokes of my tongue then began to pull her body down my face. I kissed along the bottom of her stomach to the sound of her quickening breath. When I finished licking some sweat from around her belly button, I proffered up a present.

"Brooke, you still look upset," I gave a throaty growl. "Let me take care of that for you."

"Oh...oh yeah, that's him," Brooke beamed triumphant femininity at me. "I'm really upset right now and Cáel is going to help me get over that." Smile. "He's being a bad boy. He's making me get on top. It feels just like Equestrian class - all that," huff, "pounding up and down."

"Always working those thighs," she purred. "This is going to take a while. He's screwed me so much already, I think he's going to really have to work to get this next orgasm out of me." "How many? I've lost count - a few of them ran together so it was more like one continuous scream as opposed to any of that 'Oh God' nonsense."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Brooke didn't sound terribly sorry. "Brian seemed like such a nice guy. Well yeah, we knew...he didn't? What a douche," Brooke frowned. She put her hand over the phone. "He wouldn't let her shower with him because he was 'upset'," she explained to me. Translation: Brian decided she wasn't worth fucking twice.