Billionaire Beast

As we approach her door, she grows quiet, serious.

I was beginning to think the woman didn’t have any spatial awareness. It’s good to know that’s not completely true.

She unlocks her door and puts a finger to her bottom lip.

I wonder if it’s too soon in our 45-minute relationship to gauge her interest in a threesome with her roommate.

“So, tell me more about this roommate,” I whisper as we get into her room and she shuts the door behind us.

“Oh, she is so boring,” Buzzed Girl says. “All she ever does is go to the gym and do yoga. She’s such a flake.”

Be still, my beating heart.

“So you feel threatened by her,” I say.

If I have any chance of making this happen, this is how it’s going to go down.

Buzzed Girl’s eyes narrow.

Tonight is going to be a good night.

* * *

I don’t have the slightest idea what Buzzed Girl said to Yoga Chic

k, but now I’m lying back on the bed, closing my eyes for a moment so I don’t just immediately trigger.

Yoga Chick has one of her legs behind her head to allow Buzzed Girl better access to her pussy. All the while, Yoga Chick is swallowing my member.

Buzzed Girl’s a little competitive, but that’s not a bad thing—at least right now it’s not, as she’s replacing her mouth with a couple of fingers on Yoga Chick’s clit and the two vie for a better position between my legs.

I’m not taking sides.

Buzzed Girl works her mouth up the side of my erection while Yoga Chick plays with my tip, her tongue warm and soft as she slides her mouth up and down my shaft, clearly trying to get Buzzed Girl to go back between her own legs.

There’s a power dynamic here that’s simply fantastic.

“Who’s better?” Yoga Chick asks, frustrated at Buzzed Girl’s continued trips up the side of my length.

“Now, there’s a question that I’m clearly not going to answer,” I tell her.

I’m the only one laughing.

Yoga Chick takes that as a confirmation of her own victory and moves up, putting one leg on each side of my mouth, lowering her slit enough for me to get to work.

Buzzed Girl, thinking herself to be the victor, snorts derisively at her roommate and doesn’t take her mouth off of me as she reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a condom.

The way she’s positioned, there’s just enough space between Yoga Chick’s ankles and ass for me to watch Buzzed Girl undo the wrapper with one hand.

“Oh, yeah,” Yoga Chick moans, in a clear attempt to make her roommate jealous. “That’s it, baby,” she goes on. “I love the way you eat my pussy.”

Not to be outdone, Buzzed Girl slips the condom over me and climbs on top.

She’s moaning now, and the two continue to grow louder.

Maybe they think it’s some kind of secret, but this is what’s really turning them on: the competition.

I’m just glad to be a part of it.