Singapore

Shit.
They had been sitting on the runway for 40 minutes. Dana had barely made it to her connection in Singapore and now the pilot had just announced that this flight to Sydney was cancelled due to ‘volcanic activity’. There was a collective groan from the passengers.
Now what?
Her seatmates just grinned at each other. Weird.
Dana quickly looked away, but was pretty sure that they caught her looking at them. She blushed.
Of course she blushed. It was her curse - always blushing at the slightest thing. Oh well, she thought, some people have worse things. Her doctor had told her that it was closely related to hyperhidrosis - heavy sweating - in a lot of people. She did perspire a lot on certain occasions, but nothing that was publicly noticeable.
What?
Her seatmate was talking to her. Shit. She was ‘in her head’ again - thinking about things and missing what was going on around her. Dana just smiled and nodded noncommittally.
At least the plane was moving again - but toward the jetway. The cabin crew announced that arrangements would be made to reschedule the flight, but that it looked like they’d have to spend the night in Singapore. Please see the ground crew when they disembark for further details. They were sorry about the inconvenience, blah, blah, blah.
Double shit.
She was tired. This trip had meant to be a quick getaway to clear her head about Mark. That fuck. In the end, she’d been in a tropical paradise that seemed to be populated only by happy couples. Beautiful, happy, sexy couples. And OMG the sex! It seemed like the walls were paper thin and everyone was having sex! Everyone but her, of course.
At first it had been mildly arousing hearing all the moans and groans - calling on their preferred deity -- with the occasional pleasure scream. But, in the end she felt very frustrated. Even when she let her imagination run loose and tried to masturbate, it wasn’t great.
Great. Now she was getting aroused and here came the first class purser. She blushed.
That was the one good thing. She had been able to cash in Mark’s ticket for a first class return ticket! Ha!
“Folks, for first class passengers we will provide hotel vouchers and will call or text you about the replacement flight.”, said the purser. Seatmate 1, the woman, retorted, “Well, I should hope so.” Her partner, second mate as she had come to refer to him in her head, remained quiet as he had through most of the flight. Quiet, but attentive.
The purser continued, “The good news is that we only spent 45 minutes on the tarmac - other flights have been out there for hours. The bad news is that most all outbound flights have been cancelled due to this bloody volcano. That means that you had better get to your hotel fast before they all fill up.”
Shit.
The plane had stopped again - waiting for an open gate.
Seatmate 1 chose now to introduce herself, “Hello, I’m Sara. This is my assistant, Sam.”
Assistant my ass. Sara was in her late 40s, oozing sex and confidence. Sam was mid 30s, fit, handsome, confident in his own right, and oozing his own sex appeal. More than just ‘fit’ - athletic fit. He was her boy toy, Dana thought. That was when she realized she should probably reply instead of staring.
“Hi, I’m Dana”, she blushed.


They reached the hotel and Sara immediately got in line to check in ahead of Dana. Oh well, she did pay for the taxi. Sam was off fetching bags.
The desk clerk looked at Dana’s voucher, then back at his screen. He repeated this. Then he said, “I’m terribly sorry miss, but someone has taken our last room.”
Shit.
Dana felt the air go out of her.
She wanted to rage, “No. No. NO!” at him. But instead, she blushed. She asked him to check again. HE did with the same result. He spoke to the manager, who confirmed that HE had given away the last room. Prick. He even looked like Mark. Dana got the distinct impression that he had given to someone paying with cash as opposed to a voucher.
The clerk saw her distress and told her that he would personally call around to nearby hotels to secure her a room. He suggest that she wait in the hotel bar and he’d come find her in a few minutes.

The bar was submerged in the din of the capacity crowd; one that can only be made by people with nothing other to do than to drink. Looking for place to sit, she glimpsed Sara at the bar - without Sam - oozing her sex appeal and getting attention from several male travelers. She seemed to soaking it in, turning her attention from one to another, in turn. When she saw Dana, she waived her over - asking the nearest male lurker to vacate his bar chair.
Sara took one look at Dana and guessed what had happened. With a wave of her wrist, the bartender appeared, “A cosmo?”, she offered.
Dana didn’t usually drink cocktails, preferring wine, but on her holiday she had indulged in them and had built up a tolerance. She accepted showing as much gratitude as if she had just given her a much wanted Christmas present. At least one thing was going her way.
That said, in the back of her mind she was mulling over this Sara creature. She was like one of the senior executives that Dana was used to working for. Knew what she wanted. Knew what YOU wanted. And, knew how to engineer things to maximize her own success - often by playing to your agenda. A political animal. But this particular political animal, she had to admit, had an elegance and strength to her that made her warm and sexy. Not cold and calculating like so many other women execs. Like the popular mean-girls in college - but maybe the mean wore off? She seemed pleasant enough, and not dangerous, … but not exactly ‘safe’, either. She thought it best to save that thought for later, when she had more brain cycles to spare.
Her cosmo arrived - a bit smaller than on the resort, and she was more than happy to interrupt her thoughts. She tried to not gulp the drink, but it was down by a third after her first sip. Yep. Hotel bars. She decided to try to send positive vibes out to the universe in hopes of the universe returning an empty hotel room. (she had nothing else to offer at this stage).
Just as she was warming up the vibes for transmission, the desk clerk appeared. He wasn’t smiling. Ugh.
“..terribly sorry… called everyone …no rooms… blah, blah, blah…” That’s all Dana caught as she finished the rest of her mini-cosmo in one gulp. He may have also said something about luggage storage and making up a cot in the hotel gym, but she wasn’t really sure. She knew she was blushing again, but didn’t care. She laughed a small laugh as she imagined her cheeks had taken on the color of the cosmo.
No luck. Dana alternated between despair, anger, fear, and back again while wondering where she’d sleep and whether another cocktail was really a good idea - even as much as she knew she deserved it.
Reading her face, Sara gently said, “Look, Sam and I have a room with two double beds. We’re only using one. Why don’t you spend the night in the other one?” Dana didn’t know what to say.
Sara then suggested that Dana could share her room. After all, it had a double bed, and they only needed one. (a sly confirmation of Dana’s assessment.)
Sara, weepily, accepted. Truthfully, she was as happy to have someplace to sleep as she was for the permission to now order another drink!
Happy blush.
The second mini cosmo arrived, and one of the traveling males gathered around Sara had tried to engage her in conversation. She was flattered by the attention, but also remembered that she was awkward in these situations. While trying to decide how to proceed, she noticed how flirty Sara was. Lots of arm touching and over-laughing at bad jokes. She decided that she was in one of those reality bubbles where no one knew her and she could be whomever she wanted. She also acknowledged that she was also basking in a bit of the sexy glow that Sara was casting on the small crowd. She decided to proceed with caution.
Alex, was on his way to Malaysia to do something. He was nice looking, reeked of divorce, and told better jokes than the ones that Sara was laughing at. It was pleasant, and her ego really loved the attention - not to mention the 3rd mini-cosmo he procured. There were hand on elbows at punchlines. Innocuous - yet not. Dana was just contemplating the idea of what it would be like to share Alex’s room - just the idea mind you, as she’d never actually do it. He was kind of wimpy, and not really her type.
Sara broke the spell by telling Dana that Sam had already taken her suitcase up to their room and saying that she could freshen up if she wanted. She and Sam would probably remain in the bar for a bit. She could join them or not.
Giving Alex the mental boot, Dana did as she was told and headed to the room using the key Sara had provided. Along the way she was lost in her thoughts about how the hell Sara had communicated with Sam, let alone how Sam had gotten her suitcase. Not to even mention, where had Sam been and how did he feel about Sara holding court at the hotel bar. All this she chalked up to Sara being used to getting her way.
She inserted the card into the room’s door (successful on the third attempt), and jumped back when Sam opened it for her. Sam had showered and changed - smelling very nice. His eyes were piercing when they looked at her. He stepped back to allow her in, and told her that Sara instructed that her bed was the one closest to the door.
The room was large and comfy - a small suite, really. Sam offered her a glass of wine, and said that he bathroom was all hers. He just had to finish up trying to rebook their flights and hotel because of the delay.
Dana was a mixture of tired, relaxed from alcohol and relieved at having a bed, that she forgot to be awkward about a strange man being a few feet away while she showered. The shower was just what she needed, and actually reinvigorated her a little. It must’ve, because that’s when she started wondering what the deal was with Sara and Sam - beside the obvious alliteration.
They weren’t exactly a couple -she was clearly in change. Yet, their vibe was of sexual partnering. She was downstairs getting handsy with strange business travelers, and she sent her up to shower - certainly knowing that he was in the room. Dana wondered what she was getting in to. But doubted her assessment. Her reading of sexual situations was rarely spot on. However, she couldn’t deny a certain internal tingle that told her that it was … intriguing to her.
Getting out of the shower, she decided to try a little experiment. She decided she had forgotten her blouse in her suitcase. She wrapped her towel around her, carefully rolling it up until it just covered her bum. After a bit more hesitation and internal pep talk, she put on just a bare touch of makeup, and hoped the lights were still ow in the bedroom. Taking a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door, quietly exclaiming, “Oh, I always forget things!” (She knew it sounded way too rehearsed, but for the experiment, it didn’t really matter.) Her heart beating in her lower cardio zone, she causally glanced at the desk. Where Sam was not.
Sam was not in the room at all.
Shit.

Fuck it, thought Dana. She took off her make up. Put on her negligee in preparation for bed. Now, in truth, she wanted to wear her T-shirt and boxers that she usually wore. However, she had worn them all during her holiday and reluctantly chose the clean negligee that she had thrown in at the last minute while packing, as the better alternative to her favorite T-Shirt and boxers that did have a bit of an odour by now. She reasoned that she’d be under the covers when they came back anyway.
After the towel performance, Dana found herself restless in bed. Yes, she was still warm from the drinks. Yes she was warm from the attention of Alex. But mostly, she was seeing Sam’s eyes and the cut of his arms in his short sleeved shirt that fit just a little tightly.
After fighting it with no success, Dana admitted that she was aroused and decided that a liiiitle masturbation would help her to sleep. She’d be very careful and would surely hear Sam and Sara in time to stop if they came back before she finished.
Dana was taking her time, enjoying the images and scenarios floating through her imagination while her fingers worked around her clit and inside of her. Alex was there. The hot bartender from the resort was there. That one couple from the resort who seemed very friendly. Then Sam was there - duh - but, surprisingly, with Sara. That was new.
Usually a fairly straight person, Dana could observe the sexiness of another woman, and even be touched by it, but it was strong, masculine men that really got her going. The scenario was vague, but Sam was caressing Sara. Sam was behind, touching her while both were standing naked, fondling her breasts and between her legs. Drawing his fingers along her sides, her belly, her breasts, scratching her back, kissing her neck. Rubbing her nipples. She couldn’t see it in her imagination, but she just knew his dick was rock hard and between her legs. That part was clear. She could feel the hardness as much as she could see his hands moving slowly, never stopping.
The click in the door lock sent a jolt of electricity through her that almost made her come. Her wet hand involuntarily jerked away from her vagina at the same time her already closed eyes clamped down tighter.
The soft giggling and shushing confirmed that they were back and in good spirits. There were kissing sounds and whispers.
She heard more whispers from Sara. Then a chair being moved - quietly - in the lounge space furthest from the bed. Dana couldn’t help but risk a peek. She knew that there was a small amount of light from Sam’s laptop, but it was pointed away from the bed, so they wouldn’t be able to see her eyes.
She could make out the rear profile of Sara, sitting in the chair with her back to Dana. She had her legs propped up on something and was just sitting there. That’s when the door clicked again, and Sam slid into the room with an ice bucket. The light from the hallway revealed that Sara’s legs were on a man’s shoulders, and then Alex’s head popped up attached to those shoulders. He had been licking Sara’s pussy.
Well. I guess the evening progressed. Dana was as shocked as she was pleased with her assessment of the night’s vibe!
Sara whispered harshly to Alex to continue. Which he did.
Sam poured wine into a glass and handed it to Sara.
Dana could hear Sara’s breathing get deeper as she sipped her wine. She then made a gesture to Sam who seemed to understand its meaning. He came over to Sara’s side and knelt. She then roughly pulled his shirt off - with more strength than Dana would have guessed she held. Sam then stood and Sara removed his belt and trousers. Sara, breathing a bit deeper now, used one hand to caress the hard member straining Sam’s underwear, while using her other hand, to apparently ensure Alex’s head and mouth were in the correct position and applying the correct pressure.
Shit. Dana realized that her hand had found its way between her own legs again without realizing it, and the other was on her breast.
This went on for a long time -maybe 60 seconds in sex-time.
Both women had their hands full.
Sam had stuck some sort of pose with his arms behind his head.
Shit. He looked like he had jumped out of one of those fireman calendars.
Sara was making soft noises now with her hand firmly gripped on Sam’s cock. She pulled them off in a single motion, and gave Sam another hand gesture.
Now Alex was making some noises like a man fighting for air.
Sam was off to the side, standing on the coffee table, striking new poses.
Sara released her grip on Alex’s head to let him up for air. He stood and started to pull his pants down, obviously preparing to fuck Sara. She looked at him and simply said, you haven’t finished down there.
Alex went back to kneeling and eating. Sara’s response to this was to instruct him to use his fingers more, too.
That was electric to Dana. The direct instruction of Sara to Alex. She was turned on by Sam’s spectacular body, but the command that Sara held turned her on like she never had been. She detected that her own breathing was heavier now, but saw no reason to stop enjoying the show, or her own hands. In fact, she had to slow down to make sure the enjoyed it quietly.
A few new noises from Sara, and the tilt of her head told her that Alex had hit the right rhythm and spot. This was followed by visible shaking and a sharp exhale from Sara.
Alex stood up, slowly this time, with his penis raging, and dripping. He was fit for his age, but paled in comparison to Sam. It was then that Sara informed his that he would not be fucking her. She told him that she’d allow him to come on her tits, but the work was his own. Alex seemed confused as it took a few seconds for this to sink in. Then he got angry and started calling her a bitch.
That’s when Sam stepped in. It wasn’t physical. Sam just stood close by, but the message was clear. It was probably first clear to Alex’s dick, which had started to droop before his shoulders. Alex left, muttering ugly things.
This seemed to turn Sara on even more. The control. The command. The men almost coming to blows for her.
Another gesture, and Sam was standing next to Sara’s chair, offering his hard penis. Sara took this into her mouth quickly, and started working it with what Dana imagined were expert skills.
Sara’s eyes turned upward to watch Sam, as her head bobbed back and forth on his dick - varying speed and intensity based on Sam’s expressions. It was clear that he was straining to not come yet.
This was confirmed when Sara, looked him in the eyes and whispered, “Don’t you fucking come in my mouth, you dog.” All the while the tip of her tongue was licking the underneath of his cock head.
Dana almost lost it seeing that. At this point she could taste Sam’s cock in her own mouth, and would have gladly let him come. But she was hitting the heights of her own pleasure with each order that Sara gave.
After a few more teasing licks, and one long, drawn out mouth-encircled suck, Sara broke off contact, stood up, and approached their bed.
Dana slammed her eyes shut.
When she opened them the minimal amount she could, she saw a naked Sara standing at the end of the bed with Sam behind her. He was caressing her.
Dana almost said, “Holy Shit!” aloud.
It was a lot like her fantasy.
But in this version, while Sam’s fingers roamed widely, Sara had his dick between her legs, and was using her fingers to rub his head against her clit.
After a minute, Sara inserted his hard dick inside of her, and slowly bent over the end of the bed.
Sam’s hands reached the tops of her shoulders as she bent, to gain purchase for his thrusts. He seemed to understand her rhythm from experience. For someone who was on the verge of coming earlier, he had remarkable staying power, Dana thought.
Dana realised that her one hand was clamped to her breast, and her other was soaked.
That’s when Sara whispered, “OK” and Sam took it into another gear. He was slamming into her at a Olympian pace.
Dana thinks she came at about the same time Sam did, based solely on the small noises he made. It’s not clear when Sara came. When Dana opened her eyes after her own orgasm, she saw Sara silently shaking while accepting the last of Sam’s thrusts.
Dana barely had time to slam her eyes shut again, when Sara looked directly at her.
She held her breathe and quietly counted - even though her own body was still throbbing as well.
One- one-thousand…Two-one-thousand…
“You’re blushing, dear.”
Shit.

, shit, shit.
Dana was embarrassed, and her heart was pounding. She held stock still. She knew it was silly, but she felt like her racing heart was making her body visibly move under the covers.
She said nothing. Her mind was racing about what to say.
She heard movement of someone approaching her bed.
She clamped her eyes tighter. She had to force herself to relax them so they didn’t appear unnaturally squinted.
Then she felt foolish, because the jig was up! Wasn’t it?
Dana felt Sara gently brush her hair away from her face. Her fingers felt like fire on her skin, as they came to rest on her neck.
She stayed completely still. Then she realized that Sara was taking her pulse, which was obviously racing.
Sara slowly raised the covers off of Dana’s body to have a look.
Dana still played possum - primarily because she didn’t know what else to do.
Sara made an approving noise, and laid the covers down so that Dana’s body was exposed.
“Well, someone seems dressed for the occasion”, Sara said. “All dressed up and ready to go, but not sure what to do, dear?”
Sara was still.
“I know. Sam, come over here”, said Sara as she turned on the bedside lamp.
Sara instructed Sam to pick Dana up, which he did. Dana limply allowed it and was reeling from feeling Sam’s hard arms on her body and legs. Dana still kept her eyes shut, imagining the rest of his body.
Sara gave a little laugh, and said, “You don’t have to open your eyes if you don’t want to. In fact, there’s no need to do anything that you don’t want to, dear. I know, maybe this will be easier for you.” Dana felt Sara placing one of the first-class eye masks over her eyes.
Dana had no idea what she wanted and didn’t want to do!
That’s not true. She had some ideas, but this was all unventured territory!
What she did know was that she had never been so enthralled in her life. The proximity and scent of Sam was a huge physical turn-on, but the command of Sara was stimulating her mind equally.
The idea of not knowing what would happen next had her almost shaking with excitement.
“Sam, let’s have an inspection.”
Dana felt Sam slowly lower her feet to the ground - not incidentally, feeling his semi-rigid dick against her leg as he did so. Keeping her eyes shut under the mask still, Dana reflexively let her legs hold her body and stood, with Sam holding her shoulders and her head slumped, chin to chest.
“Sam, correct her pose.” Sara said sharply.
Dana felt Sam lift her shoulders from behind while telling her, “Don’t slump. Stand up straight.”
Dana stood up straight, feet and knees together. Sam sharply lifted her chin so that it was slightly elevated.
Next, Sam raised her arms from the elbows and placed both hands behind her head. He readjusted her chin as it dropped naturally.
This had multiple effects: Her upper arms became taught. It made her push her breasts out. Most importantly, she felt Sam’s dick against the back of her thigh. Even without seeing it, she could tell that it was harder than before. That’s when she realised that with her breasts pushed out, her nipples were pushing hard against her camisole. Sam’s brushing made them feel like they were trying to poke through the fabric, which she felt intensely.
Thinking that she was now ‘corrected’, Dana was surprised by Sam next move. He grabbed her by the hips and gently pushed them forward. He then slipped his foot between hers. Holding her hips firmly so that they couldn’t move, he said, “Spread your feet”, and used his foot to gently slide her right foot.
This came with the full contact of Sam’s body and his dick against her bottom. It was definitely getting harder! Her feet were wider apart than her shoulders now. If the girls at yoga could see me now!, Dana smirked.
“Oh, she likes that”, cooed Sara. She was closer by than before. Dana had been distracted and hadn’t noticed that Sara had gotten up from sitting in the chair.
Sam stepped away.
Dana was standing freely, in the pose given to her, feeling mightily exposed. And excited.
There were hands on her. Finger tips, actually. It was impossible to tell to whom they belonged.
The fingers were touching, feeling, and adjusting her pose. Lifting her camisole to see under. Then they stopped.
After a minute, “Not bad”, approved Sara.
“But too covered. Sam, remove that.”
Dana felt Sam behind her again - his hard stiffness poking into the back of her thigh - run his fingers over her stomach, to the bottom of her camisole. Dana inhaled sharply as he did.
Sara tsked disapprovingly but with an amused tone.
Sam raised the camisole over her body, making sure his hands were in maximum contact with Dana’s body - particularly her breasts. Dana tried to quell the quiver she felt go through her whole body.
Sam removed the camisole, replacing her hands as he took the straps off. She felt the coolness against her back when he disconnected from her.
She was sure her nipples were rock hard even though she couldn’t see them. She imagined that Sara was in her chair, sipping her wine and watching the show. Dana found herself wanting to put on a good show, and unconsciously stood a little straighter, checking that her hips and chin were in the correct position.
She then felt Sam kneeling behind her placing his forearm across her belly, and using his other to raise one of her feet. He removed her knickers from the raised leg, then gently replaced it. He repeated the removal with the other side, though she noticed that his hand was placed squarely over her crotch this time.
Sara tsked, catching this as well. To which, Sam replied, “Apologies, mistress.”
“Here, Sam”, Sara said, and Dana caught the sound of her knickers being thrown to Sara. It’s true what they say about some senses becoming heightened when others are deprived.
Dana felt very exposed; very vulnerable. She could not feel Sam nearby.
“You dirty little slut! Your knickers are soaked!”
This hit Dana like a slap. She stood straighter.
Dana heard the noises telling her that Sara had stood and was approaching. Her pulse sped up.
She felt a real slap on her bottom. A stinging one that made her lose her balance and take a step forward as she yelped.
“Stop that! Stand back at inspection!” said Sara.
Dana recovered - embarrassed and a little confused - but tried to snap back into her pose.
She felt Sara’s strong hand on her sharply adjusting her pose. Not nearly as gentle as Sam had been.
“Let’s try that again, you filthy thing.” Slap!
Dana jumped a little, but kept her balance. She didn’t yelp exactly, but made a noise.
Slap! This one harder, and in the same spot.
Somewhat proudly, Dana didn’t think she moved or made a noise that time.
Slap! Slap!
“Better.”
Dana was breathing heavily through her nose to make sure she didn’t make any noise. She was very turned on by the slaps.
She felt Sara hand suddenly between her legs.
“THAT is an impressive amount of wet!” said Sara.
She felt Sara wipe the wetness across her bottom, as she also grasped it and ran her hands over her bottom to the top of her thighs.
“She’s as filthy as your cock, Sam”, Sara said slowly
Dana felt Sara move to her front, and both hands on the top of her thighs. Sara’s hands worked their way up, brushing her exposed labia while pressing harder on her swollen clit. They travelled across her stomach - taught in this position - to her breasts. She grabbed these firmly. Dana relished this direct, firm touch after standing exposed but excited for so long.
She suddenly felt Sara’s mouth on hers. Sara’s tongue forced its way into Dana’s mouth while Sara’s hand went to Dana’s hand pressing her head into Sara’s kiss and also locking/pulling her hands down slightly giving Sara complete control. Her left hand was now pinching Dana’s left nipple. Hard. A pain that Dana recognized, but didn’t mind.
Dana realised her eyes were open, but unseeing under the mask. She panted heavily as Sara’s mouth left hers. Sara’s one hand was still in the back of Dana’s head, controlling her arms and upper body. Her other hand released her nipple - causing a fresh pain - and went to her crotch. Dana inhaled sharply when she felt Sara’s finger enter her.
“You are a dripping, slutty mess. Aren’t you?”
Dana was panting as if she was at her high impact gym class. Barely aware that Sara was speaking directly to her.
The slap across her face shocked her more than it hurt. “AREN’T YOU?” repeated Sara.
“y - yes”, said Dana. She could feel the wetness on her cheek from the slap.
Dana started to explain about her hyperhidrosis, but felt another slap across the face as she started.
“On your knees.” Ordered Sara, pulling her downwards from Dana’s hands in back of her head.
Sara awkwardly went to her knees, trying not to fall while her hands were above her head. It reminded her of the squats her trainer had her do at gym. She barely kept her balance, but landed hard on her knees.
She pulled her knees together to give herself better support. This earned a hard slap across the thighs from Sara.
“Keep those knees apart, slut.”
“Back straight.” Slap across the breast.
“Chin up.” Slap across the face.
Dana felt each slap as an electric current from the slapping point directly to her clit.
She felt a tear roll down her cheek. Was she crying?? No, she wasn’t crying, exactly, it was a release of sorts.
“Sam!”
Dana felt Sam’s presence standing next to Sara.
“Sam, clean that filthy cock of yours.”
Without preamble, Dana had Sam’s dick filling her entire mouth.
Sara had move beside her. Again, her hands were controlling Dana’s on the back of her head.
Dana felt that Sam’s cock in her mouth was not as hard as it was against the back of her thighs earlier. She loved sucking on it and wanted to make it rock hard again.
From her position, and Sam’s movements, she could tell that Sam was standing the attention position she had been in moments ago, and that Sara had one hand on Sam’s bottom. It may have been Sam’s dick, and Dana’s mouth, but it was Sara’s blowjob.
Sara was controlling it.
“You are an amateur at this, aren’t’ you, slut?” Sara addressed Dana.
Dana nodded; her mouth full of cock.
“For fuck sake. Do I have to do everything?” With that, Sara yanked off Dana’s mask.
Somehow, she felt more embarrassed with the mask off - feeling exposed with so much penis greedily in her mouth. It was illogical, but no one had ever seen her like this before.
She pulled Sam out of Dana’s mouth. (Dana found herself reluctant to let it out!)
Sam’s now rock-like penis flipped against her face as it snapped to its natural attention, leaving a smudge of precome on Dana’s cheek.
Sara pushed her face on top of Sam’s near-vertical hardness. Looking at Dana with intent, she took only the head into her mouth and shot out her tongue to wrap along the bottom of his penis. She repeated this slowly, while looking at Dana.
She released Sam’s dick and used her hand to insert it back into Dana’s open mouth. Dana kept her eyes locked onto Sara for confirmation and tried to repeat the movements she had been taught.
“That’s better. Back and forth. Cup your tongue slightly under the head. Give the base of the head a little flick every once in a while. Increase the pressure of your lips on the top when you do this. Rock your chin up and down just slightly.”
“Good slut.”
Sara pulled Sam’s dick out of Dana’s mouth and placed it back into her own for a few cycles.
Then she pushed her mouth slowly down his dick.
Dana’s eyes went wide with this mew movement.
Sara’s lips went all the way to the base! Dana had never deepthroated before. A couple of guys asked, and she had tried once, but it did not end well. And Sam’s was longer than that guys! (And thicker.)
Sara read the concern on Dana. Releasing the hard cock between them, Sara said Go as far as you can. It will take practice.”
Dana eagerly took the cock back into her mouth. It tasted slightly differently this time. She wasn’t sure if it was saltier from more precome, or the taste of Sara’s saliva on it. Dana repeated the first lesson, with her tongue and her lips, and then pressed her lips forward at an angle so that the Sam’s head was pressing into her inner cheek.
That earned her a sharp yank on her hands in back of her head, and a slap across her breast.
“No!” said Sara. “Do it properly. Straight in toward your throat. Just go as far as you can.”
Dana found the slaps confusingly exhilarating, if a bit painful.
She realised that so did Sam, as she felt a slight tremor through her mouth via his dick. She had nearly forgotten about Sam.
She did the technique as Sara had shown her. Slowly. Adding the tongue flick at the head base. After 3 or 4 times, she did realise - with pride - that she was going deeper than she ever had before.
On the 5th trip down the shaft she felt a different tremor. A more familiar one, accompanied with a groan from Sam above her. She tasted the saltiness a split second before she found herself sprawled sideways on the floor. Sara had pushed her out of the way and was now sucking Sam dry.
Dana watched in awe as Sara was pulling on Sam’s balls - not gently - while pushing her face in Sam’s crotch. Sam’s face was contorting more than his body. Poor Sam, she realised had endured a good 20 minutes of power blowjobs from two mouths and had barely uttered a sound.
Sam didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon, and Sara was not releasing him - from her mouth or his balls from her hand. Sam’s muscles were straining as his midsection convulsed, yet he held his attention pose as much as he was able to. He locked his eyes onto Dana.
Not knowing what else to do, Dana returned to her kneeling attention pose, watching intently as Sam emptied himself into Sara.
Dana wondered what was next.