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She kissed me again and this time I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my tongue into her mouth. She met me with the same heat, kissing me back hard.

“Hard and fast again, Doctor,” she ordered.

He sped up. To my right the girl in the window screamed as she came. In front of me the smaller woman slapped the wall as the big black guy drove his cock into her. Amber kissed me. Bastian fucked me. I thought I was going to lose my mind.

“I can’t…I can’t anymore,” I cried.

“She’s ready,” Amber said.

“Now!” Bastian ordered.

Amber flipped a switch or something and vibrations hit my clit. It surprised me, shocked me, sent me into the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced. And I thought the one at the backdoor was intense. This was better. This was forced. My pussy had no say in the matter. My clit stung and my legs twitched uncontrollably. My legs clamped shut and Bastian kept fucking me.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” was the only noise I could conjure up.

“Come, baby,” Bastian said into my ear. “Let it go. Let it go for me.”

“I…I…”

Amber cranked up the speed and whatever she was using licked at my clit so hard and so fast that my knees slammed into each other. I tried to relax them but they tensed again and knocked hard. Amber’s mouth collided with mine again and I tried to eat her mouth. I thought I was going crazy. I’d lost my mind. I tried to climb his cock and her vibrator and her fucking knuckles!

“Ohhhh shiiiiit!” I screamed.

I burst. Something came out of me. Everything gushed out of me. I came so hard I fell forward and smacked foreheads with Amber who complained but laughed and put her hand to my head to hold it safely up.

“She’s done,” she said with a giggle.

I passed out.

Sun shone through the window when I woke later in my bed. Bastian sat next to me reading some medical thriller novel. The house smelled of cookies or something.

“Brownies,” Bastian said.

He must’ve seen me wrinkling my nose or heard me sniffing at the air. I rubbed at my eyes and he slid down to be at my level, gesturing for me to put my head on his chest.

“You baked me brownies?” I asked.

He chuckled. God, how I loved his chuckle. He seemed to laugh after most things I said. Either I was hysterical or he thought I was a dumbass.

“No,” he said. “Amber and the gang had them sent over. Fresh baked though…by someone. She said you were one of the best customers they’ve had in a while and she even offered you a frequent washer card so you can save up and receive a big reward at the end.”

I face palmed myself.

“How embarrassing,” I said.

“What is?” he asked.

“I made a fool of myself at that car wash,” she said.

He set his book down and kissed me softly. The kiss lingered for a few seconds. It was nice.

“You let everyone see how perfect you are, how amazing you are,” he said. “Trust me. You DID NOT make a fool of yourself. I’ve heard stories and some women, and even men, couldn’t handle it. They either got too embarrassed or too eager. You were perfect.”

“Do you think differently about me?” I asked. “I mean seeing me like that? I touched another man and kissed a woman.”

“Do you feel differently about me?” he asked. “I asked you to do it.”

The truth was, I was conflicted. Everything inside of me told me I should think differently of him. I should be upset that he would get off on such a thing and angry that he’d expect me to go along with it. Yet, I did go along with it. I’d wanted to. I’d gotten turned on by his desire to see me like that.