1. Switchback


    Date: 9/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: visioneer, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    kiss on the cheek. “Okay, Phoebe, it’s time to—” “I need to check everything,” said Phoebe, attempting to maneuver around Brooke. “No,” Brooke said. Phoebe’s jaw stiffened. “Get out of my way.” “Please, Phoebe,” Brooke said. “Trust me just this once.” Hunter hauled Phoebe back. “She’s right, babe. Think about Colleen. Waiting’s worse than doing.” Phoebe retreated in a sulk. She slapped open the bedsheets cordoning off the end of the hallway and headed downstairs. Hunter shrugged an apology. “No need, Hunter,” Brooke said. “It’s nothing personal with Phoebe. Remember, Laura brings each guy up and—sorry you get to watch—he strips to undies out here. Laura makes the last call whether he gets in. I take him from there. I’ve got my stunner, but if I scream, you blow through this door and break the asshole’s head.” Hunter touched the truncheon at his hip. “You got it.” Brooke kissed him again and reminded herself to do something nice for him. She closed but did not lock the bedroom door, and squeezed Colleen’s hand. Downstairs, the music stopped. The whole affair was disguised as a legitimate fundraiser. Zoe and Maria, reinforced by Chandra’s boyfriend, were the gatekeepers. No uninvited male would gain admittance and everyone would surrender their phone. If Zoe and Maria smelled alcohol, or had a bad feeling, the guy wouldn't pass. Ashley, the DJ and master of ceremonies, would engage the guests with a throaty purr that could give a dead man an erection. Emily, the treasurer, ...
    would collect “donations.” Likewise, Haley would manage three new members warming up the boys by breaking in a new dance pole. The dancers couldn’t be nude, but they had donned their costumes for the rehearsal, and, well, damn . Phoebe would mingle and short-circuit problems. From two floors up, Brooke could distinguish the rhythm but not the words as Ashley pumped the crowd. The cheers grew louder. Finally, Ashley’s voice faded into pregnant silence, then exploded into a wildcat cry that carried to every room in the house. “WHO WANTS TO FUCK THE PRESIDENT OF DELTA SIGMA EPSILON?” “Holy shit,” Brooke muttered as the old house vibrated with the roar. Colleen groaned. * * * * * * * * * This is turning out a lot more perverted than I expected, thought Brooke. The beginning had been nothing but awkward. So intimidated was the first guy that he dropped two condoms before he got one on, and then he wasn’t stiff enough to penetrate Colleen. Her impersonation of a mortally embarrassed horizontal mannequin didn’t help, but no matter, because once the guy got hard he had lasted mere seconds. That was what, six, seven men ago? No, she told herself. Stay focused. Counting cocks isn’t your job. The only cock that matters is the one fucking Colleen. And now Brooke watched a sweating ectomorph she’d nicknamed Mr. Skinny ride Colleen like a cheap suit. He’d veer close to coming, only to pull out to kiss her breasts while he cooled, then plunge back in humping furiously. He must have done it a ...
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