Wait. How did he know my shoe size anyway? And how did he know my dress size, like it was made for me?
Regardless, I could definitely get used to this.
I spritz myself with perfume and realize it is my perfume.
OK. This is weird. First opportunity, I must ask.
One last look in the mirror and I make my way to the pool.
Dressed like this, in a dress I would never be able to afford, I am nervous.
Will I be able to pull this elegance off?
Under the pergola, Professor Harlow is seated at an exquisitely set table with a gentleman who appears to be older than Professor.
“Miss Madison. Please meet the president of our little club. Mr. Gibson.”
“Pleased to meet you Sir,” I respond with a slight curtsey.
Where did that come from? I have never curtsied before in my life.
“Please be seated Miss Madison,” Mr. Gibson instructs.
“Like me, all members of the group take on pet projects for a year. Some projects may stay longer through mutual consent,” Professor Harlow explains.
“This year you are my pet project. Mr. Gibson has his own.”
“Each project is very carefully selected after research based on certain qualities each girl has.”
“You are probably wondering how everything in your closet will fit you perfectly, no?”
“Yes Professor Harlow. I was wondering.”
“Once you started your slutty ways, trying to get my attention, we did a little research on you and once you were selected by myself and our club, we were able to obtain your measurements and shoe size. How that happened is neither here nor there so don’t ask.”
This is bizarre. How could that have even happened?
“Now, you will be asked to accompany either myself or any member of the club on trips, social events, and dates.”
“You will he expected to behave as you have been requested. If not there will be consequences. Do you understand thus far?”
“Yes Professor, Sir.”
“Good. Mr. Gibson and I will be taking a test drive with you, so to speak.”
Before Professor Harlow finished speaking, wait staff brought out a large meal and drinks for us.
“You prefer vodka tonics with lime, correct Missy?”
Were they stalking me or what?
“Yes Sir.”
The meal before us is delightful. A perfectly grilled T-bone, baked potato with sour cream, steamed asparagus, and salad. Everything is plated as though we are at a five star restaurant, including fine porcelain dishes.
Small talk fills our dinner conversation. Where was I born, what was my family like, do I like to travel, and other mundane questions are asked of me.
I think to myself they probably know all the answers and I am unsure why they are even asking.
As dinner ends, I start to wonder what they have planned for me. More importantly, does it involve me cumming like I did earlier?
My pussy is thinking the exact same thing because I feel it getting slippery.
I really am a slut, I guess, because I start thinking what it would be like to fuck both of them.
Turns out, I don’t have to wait long.
“Miss Madison please remove your gown.”
I have never been naked in front of two men at the same time and it is exhilarating.
Proudly, I untie the strings around my neck and allow the gown to fall to the floor and step out of it.
“You weren’t kidding Harlow. She is stacked and this ass,” Mr. Gibson says as he smacks my ass.
He faces me and tells me to kneel.
I kneel on the gown so the stone won’t hurt my knees as much.
“You’re stacked, but can you suck cock?” he says dropping his pants.
Opening my mouth like a baby bird he steps close enough to rest his cock on my outstretched tongue.
Like Professor Harlow I take my time, swirling my tongue around the head, and licking down his cock to pay attention to his balls.
“That’s a good little girl, suck them.”
Sucking them in and swirling my tongue causes him to moan.
“I’m going to need to sit down for this. Harlow, let’s take this inside.”
“Absolutely.”
I slowly stand; not sure if I was supposed to.
No words are said and the men start towards the house; I follow.
Both gentlemen are quickly naked and sit on the semicircle sofa, for lack of a better term.
It is very deep; deep enough that someone seated against the back could fully extend their legs.
“Come on up here Missy. Finish what you started.”
I crawl between Mr. Gibson’s legs and lower my lips to his hard cock.
I cannot believe how wet I am getting. Is it the older men? The orgasm I had earlier and hope to again? Being told what to do?
Mr. Gibson is much more vocal about his approval of me.
It is easy to tell I am doing well with him.
“You are quite good at this young lady. Now stop teasing and suck my cock.”
He grabs the back of my head and nudges me to go deeper, so I slide my lips all the way down to the base and slowly back up, never stopping my tongue.
Grabbing his balls and playing with them; I pick up the pace.
I feel Professor’s fingers sliding up and down my slit.
“You are very, very, wet Missy. You like to suck cock don’t you?”
Not really able to answer I make some sort of growl as I try to focus on the task at hand while Professor keeps playing with me.
“You have a nice smooth pussy. You are going to need to keep it that way. I’ll set you some appointments.”
He could have been talking about me winning the lottery because at the moment I already have.
Mr. Gibson starts forcing my mouth down on his cock while Professor finger fucks me.
Holy fuck this is hot. My pussy is copiously leaking and when Sir grabs my nipple and twists I almost lose it.
I can tell Mr. Gibson is close and I relax my throat as much as possible.
Slamming his hips into my face and holding it there he fills my mouth with his delicious cum.
When Professor sticks a finger ass while wiggling another in my cunt I have to bite my lip to stop from cumming.
Gradually he slides it in further.
I wiggle ass trying to get more inside. I cannot believe how good this feels.
“You like this Missy?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You’ve never had anything in this tight little ass of yours?”
“No Sir. This is the first.”
“Wonderful. I’m going to stick my cock in this tight little ass of yours.”
Wait. What? That will never fit.
By now Mr. Gibson has slid out from under me and is kneeling beside me stroking his cock.
“I have got to watch this tight little hole get popped.”
Professor pumps his cock in my pussy a few times.
I’m not sure what he does but I might never want to give that thing up. Freaking magic.
He pulls out and I feel the head on my asshole. I am terrified.
This is going to hurt so bad.
Very gently he pushes against it an I feel it start to spread.
“Relax Missy girl. I have no desire to hurt you. I promise you will like this. Now be a good girl and relax.”
He delicately pushes me into the sofa and starts to rub my lower back as he pushes in a bit further.
It stings a little but it’s not bad.
“Once my head is in Missy it won’t sting as much.”
Professor Harlow is going to slide his cock in my ass. That’s sounds hot just saying it.
It pinches a bit more as I feel the head of his cock enter my ass.
Little by little he eases it in further and waits, rubbing my back the whole time, until his cock is all the way in.
The sensation is indescribable, stretching and filling me. I know my pussy is getting wetter.