Brianna was a delightfully sexed-up mess, laughing and shivering as she came down from the high of her orgasm. I slowed my fuck, holding her closely and making out with her as her body relaxed and she looked at me, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“Mmm, fantastic,” she groaned, squeezing my cock with her ass and sending sharp blasts of pleasure through me. “You want that awesome picture, right?”
“Yeah,” I replied, needing pretty much anything that would help with my release at this point.
“Good,” she said, disentangling herself from me. She pulled my cock from her ass and threw back the covers, looking around the nearby bedside tables until she found my phone and passed it to me.
I rolled onto my back and could only watch as, magnificent tits hanging beneath her, she leaned over me and took my cock straight back into her mouth. She went to town on my cock, sucking and fucking me with her mouth, her tongue going crazy as it worshipped my cock with her lips. I would never have taken Brianna as a girl who’d be into ass to mouth, but she took to it like it was her lifeblood. She sucked me furiously, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, wanting, *needing* to feed on my cum.
This would not prove a problem for me, as I could barely hold back any longer after having her tight ass. It only took a few minutes before I was cumming in her mouth, filling her with another heavily backed up load of semen. She slurped at it lustfully, consuming it as if it were her last meal, but even Brianna, master of blowjobs, couldn’t take it all down. I could feel her mouth filling, see it dripping out from the edges by the time I was finished.
Brianna kneeled up after this, showing her beautiful body and cummy pussy, then opened her mouth to show me the mouthful of cum she still held. She opened wide, showing off, letting some of it roll down her lips and onto her tits.
Yeah, Brianna was right about having a pretty great idea for a picture.
I took a few shots of her like this before Brianna swallowed the mouthful.
“Fuck, that was a good Valentine’s,” she said, her voice sweet while her body looked positively far from sweet.
“Agreed,” I said. “So… weren’t we supposed to have dinner at some point? I feel like I promised you dinner.”
“Oh yeah,” Brianna joked, rubbing another splatter of cum from her tits and sucking it from her fingers. “I mean, I am kind of full after all that, but…”
Laughing, I threw a pillow at her.
***
In the end, we actually did wind up ordering dinner. A promise was a promise after all, and I had promised a dinner in addition to some Valentine’s fun. Anyway, a good meal would certainly help keep my energy up for whatever debauchery Josie and Brooke had in mind.
After sharing a shower between us and getting dressed (Brianna had packed her bag with clothes for the occasion), we ordered some takeout and had a lovely dinner of delivery Chinese food and cookies from Karen Bowman’s most recent tray in the kitchen. With sex past us, Brianna Roth proved to be an absolutely lovely dinner companion, fun and conversational and a genuinely kind presence. It was different, getting to talk with her with sex out of the way and just get a chance to know her for the genuinely kind person that she was.
Not that I didn’t want to recreate some of what we did earlier. Possibly with Kaitlyn present.
I was happy when she ultimately offered me a ride to the Stargazer Motel, because after the sex we’d had, I doubted I’d be able to make the bike ride over there, even with the rain having finally let up some.
I had dressed up reasonably nice for the occasion, I think, with a decent sweater, polo shirt and my cleanest pair of jeans. It was Valentine’s Day, after all, and the first one I’d had with my girlfriends. I wanted to do it right, after all.
Seeing the actual motel had me thinking I was overdressed for the occasion. The Stargazer Motel was an unremarkable building that looked like it was built sometime in the 70s and hadn’t been updated since. It wasn’t falling apart by any means, but looked like the kind of place you’d only go to if you couldn’t find something recommended by AAA and had enough money to make sure you’d find a place you wouldn’t be stabbed. It had a strange odor to it on the outside, but, I was hoping that was just because of the rain.
Looking at the number on the metal key, I found my way to Room 217 on the second floor (overlooking a pool that didn’t look like it had had a dead body in it anytime recently, which was something), unlocking it per Josie’s instructions. I found myself strangely nervous for this without knowing why. Considering how well fucked I’d been, you’d think I would have been all sorts of mellow at this point, but here I was, hand shaking as I unlocked the door.
“Hello?” I called into the darkened room. I could hear the TV going at first, but as soon as I made myself known, it went silent.
I stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind me. “Josie? Brooke?”
There was no answer, and again, the nervousness hit me hard. I was a little scared, a little hesitant, not knowing what these two had planned for their surprise for me.
Stepping further into the room, I rounded the corner that hid the living area with its king-sized bed, and found myself quite surprised that there was only one woman in here with me, and it wasn’t Josie *or* Brooke. No, it was a short, pale woman with glasses and short, choppy red hair. The matching pair of bra and panties she wore were small enough to barely cover anything, but present enough to make me want to see more. While the image in front of me seemed wholly unbelievable at first, soon it all made sense.
The gold nose ring.
The dark eye makeup and lipstick.
The tattoos that covered most of her chest, stomach and left arm like a tapestry of conflicting yet somehow complimentary art styles.
My heart beat almost machinegun fast as I gulped. “Rachel?”
“Surprise, Ryan,” Rachel McNeil answered me. “Long time, no see. Miss me?”