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Bex didn't bother to put her uniform back on, and my cock twitches inside Morgan when her tits bounce as she rushes to us with a giggle.
I take the bottle from her and drink a swig, before pressing the nozzle against Morgan's mouth. She opens it tentatively, and I let her taste a few drops. "Delicious, isn’t it?"
She nods.
"Now try it the fun way." I tilt the bottle against Bex's tits, and the agreeable woman's only too happy to bring her impressive chest to the level of Morgan's mouth.
It's not Friday. I can'tmakeher do anything. But if there's one thing I know about my princess, it's that she's a fucking slut, eager, insatiable. I circle her clit with my middle finger, teasing her.
Morgan looks unsure at first, but she does open her mouth, and Bex is more than happy to lead from there. She retrieves the bottle from me and makes Morgan drink and suck from her, too. "You have such a gorgeous mouth!" she praises.
"Doesn't she just?"
Bex takes it upon herself to stroke Morgan's hair, then pushes her head forward onto her waiting nipples, showing her how she likes her tits sucked.
I get the feeling that while bisexual, Bex prefers women. She didn't try to makemeplease her. Maybe she knew better.
"Is your mouth as skilled with pussies as it is with cocks, Sasha?" I ask the blonde.
She beams. "Better!" she promises.
Morgan glances at me over her shoulder, panic in her eyes, but her mouth is too full of nipple to formulate a protest before Sasha'sback on her knees, tongue flicking Morgan's clit. She moans against Bex's breasts.
By now, I'm hard as steel again, and my hips are shifting under her, making her bounce, slowly, gently at first. This is about Morgan. I already got mine. But soon, she shifts her position slightly to give Sasha a better angle, lying back against me, and starts to ride me, shamelessly taking her pleasure from me, from us. One of her hands is squeezing Bex's engorged tit as she suckles the other. I feel the walls of her pussy strangle my cock, and I stop holding back. I fuck her. I fuck her hard, wild, just like she prefers.
When she screams, it's my name muffled on her lips. I'm glad she comes first this time. As sheconvulsesaround me, I throw my head back and grunt, coming so hard I see stars.Sasha licks the cum oozing out of Morgan's pussy, and sucks Morgan's clit one last time.
"I hope you'll travel with us again soon."
Morgan laughs, rising on shaky legs. "I bet you say that to everyone."
Sasha huffs. "Certainly not. Mr. Volkov had us fly a group from Russia last week. So much vodka, they could barely get it up, so they kept paddling us instead."
"Do you remember the Italians?" Bex wrinkles her nose. "Small dicks. They thought they wereso great. They even made us say thank you after we faked coming."
Their candid, casual way of addressing what boils down to prostitution shocks Morgan, but she hides it.
"But you like this job?"
Bex coyly smiles. "Love it. I love the money. Most of the time, we just transport Dimitri, anyway."
"Mr. Volkov," Sasha corrects, clearly put out.
"Well, he told me to call him Dimitri." Bex smirks smugly. "He doesn't tend to take time with us, but when he does, oh my. That man knows what to do with his hands."
"And his tongue." Sasha sighs wistfully.
"And his cock. Especially his cock."
They scurry away, cooing about the many times their boss made them come, and I put my hand back where it was before Bex and Sasha: on Morgan's thigh. "How did you like that?"
"More than I would have thought," she admits, smiling at me. "It was…really nice. I guess I'm bisexual?"
"I don't like labels," I say. "You liked a tongue on your clit and sucking flesh mingled with liquor. I don't think you would have cared if they had cocks or boobs—or both.They were live sex toys to you. Like Rhys and Roman when we play.”
I don't spell out the obvious: she and I, we're something else entirely.
She doesn't say it either, but she does drape her legs over my lap, inching closer. "I wouldn't mind a nap. Can you wake me up before we land so I shower?"
