Lush Life

I devoured two full plates of eggs and bread like the girls weren't even there. I may have looked like a dumb animal picking at the bits and pieces of the last of the eggs, but I was absolutely starving. Emma didn't care, or didn't seem to care anyway, mostly because she was talking Ella's ear off about our escapades in the most PG way possible.

"He's lovely. And you have to meet his--" Emma turned to me. "Girlfriend? Partner?"

"Fiancée." I mumbled. Emma's face dropped for a second.

"Right, yeah. But they're wonderful. It's all wonderful."

"Hold on," Ella started as the sunlight peered through the clouds overhead, shining onto those gorgeous eyes of hers. "Are you telling me everyone in this industry is fucking?"

Emma giggled, I downed my third cup of water with a shrug. Ella pouted as she ran her finger over the rim of her iced tea, the thin bracelet that sat on her chest glinting in the sunlight.

"Well I'm not." Ella said.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," I said. "It's not that good. It actually can get a little hectic."

I had a hard time believing Ella's pout. Her hair was up in a messy bun with perfectly trimmed bangs framing her face. She wore a white blouse with light pink lines tucked into a pair of jeans with sandals. She had a hint of blusher and a touch of mascara around those big eyes that she didn't need, but confidently wore anyway.

"But it seems... fun?" Ella chuckled to herself, almost like she couldn't believe what was coming out of her mouth.

"Fun?" Emma perked up.

"I mean... yeah? I don't know, I'm always in my flat, making cookies when I'm not picking up work. It's nice, I wouldn't trade it for anything... but,"

"But you need something more." Emma egged her on.

Ella looked at me, blushing hard.

"Yes. I'm not a virgin or anything, but..." Ella trailed off.

"It gets lonely?" Emma finished for her.

"Yeah. Definitely."

"Well," Emma turned to me, her eyes full of mischief. "We've got someone perfect to help with that."

"Right," Ella took a deep breath like she was trying to believe that this was really happening. "Right. I don't live very far so it shouldn't be too long. I uh, thanks."

"Don't thank us yet," Emma grinned.

Emma paid and we were off, packing ourselves in Ella's car. Emma and I sat in the backseat, mostly because Ella had two boxes sitting in the passenger seat. Emma leaned against me with her seatbelt just barely wrapped around her waist. I could tell she was itching to kiss me, but Ella was backing out of the lot.

As Ella drove through the admittedly awful morning traffic, she kept looking up in the rear view mirror. Emma was all over me, rubbing my forearm, holding my hand, and pressing kisses against my jaw. They were small little kisses, just enough to make me feel it, but if anyone was snooping they'd think Emma was whispering a secret.

"Damnit," Ella muttered to herself as the car came to a complete stop. "We've hit a snag."

"Take the alleyway down and make a tight turn to the left," Emma said casually, not even looking at Ella.

"How do you--"

"I've been avoiding those paps since I was a child. Traffic is the same. Now just turn right." Emma explained.

"Right," Ella blushed, hit a tight right turn, and rolled slowly into the alleyway. We were surrounded by brick walls and dumpsters, but Ella decided to stop where the turn was and put the car in park.

"Okay," Ella unbuckled her seat belt and turned around, a flushed smile on her face. "I *need* some... evidence that you two are familiar with each other."

I heard Emma unbuckle her seatbelt the moment the final vowel escaped Ella's lips. Her soft little hands cupped my face, then she shoved her tongue into my mouth. Emma's kiss burned with what felt like decades of pent up energy. My hands dipped to her waist, cupping her skin beneath the fabric of the dress.

Emma hands found my seatbelt, frantically unbuckling it and then moving her hands to the zipper of my pants. She pulled it open and down to my knees, taking my underwear with them and freeing my cock. I heard Ella let out a disbelieving laugh, but Emma was too focused on me to say anything.

Emma broke the kiss and got to her stomach next to me, the front of her sneakers flat against the window. Emma gripped my cock with both hands, those adorable eyes of hers glued to the tip. She looked up at me with a giggle before pursing her lips and spitting on the tip, sending a thick coat of spit leaking down my cock head.

Emma slowly stroked in the spit and that was all it took to get me hard. Emma opened wide and lapped at the tip with her tongue, catching a bead of precum and moaning like she'd just tasted her favorite candy.

"I missed you so much, oh Jason..." Emma purred, her voice dripping with lust as she lowered her head down to wrap her lips around my shaft. Emma kept her left hand gripped firm around my base and her right cradling my balls as she bobbed her head up and down the first few inches.

I moaned and sank into the seats, throwing my head back at the feel of Emma's eager, wet mouth. It felt like she was putting her entire body into it, keeping her lips sealed tight, swirling her tongue, and moaning with a delicious 'mmmm' sound.

Emma kept wiggling her ass like she was putting on a show, the hem of her dress falling down her plump, pale cheeks. But I was too focused on Ella staring at us like the sun broke open. Ella herself was gorgeous, but Ella as an enthusiastic voyeur looked like an angel. I desperately wanted her to join somehow, but Emma popped off my cock with a throaty groan.

"Jason," Emma begged. "Cmon..."

Emma wiggled her ass again, but since we seemingly had nothing but time, I decided to tease. I reached down, brushing a thick strand of her beautiful hair from her face and smiled down at her.

"You gotta use your words, Em."

"Piss off," Emma spat, but she planted a fat kiss along my tip. "Put your finger in my ass."

"Ohh," Ella gasped. "We're going there huh? I mean I was just--"

"Finger. Ass. Now." Emma said sternly. I couldn't say no to that, so I pulled Emma's dress down until it bunched up at her waist. She wasn't wearing panties, much to my delight and Ella's surprise. I stuffed my index finger into my mouth, swirled it around a few times to get it wet, then teased Emma's little rosebud with the tip.

"Just push," Emma moaned before swallowing me. I timed it just right, pressing my finger into her asshole just as she sank her mouth halfway down my cock. She pushed out when I pushed in, making the whole thing child's play.

"Mmmfurrmm..." Emma mumbled around my cock. We immediately found a rhythm, when she went up, I went out and when she went down, I pushed in. My toes curled in my shoes as the sloppy pumping began, both from her eager mouth and my working finger.

I debated slipping my middle finger in there, mostly to feel her squeal around me. It didn't take long for me to decide either. I pulled my finger out of her asshole, pressed my index and middle finger together like I was making finger guns, and pushed both of them into Emma with ease.

"YEEKKMMHHFFF!" Emma squealed, but she didn't pull back. She pressed herself even lower, almost deepthroating my cock with both of her hands now cupping my fat sack. I bucked my hips upwards, driving my tip into the back of Emma's tight throat.

Then I saw the look on Ella's face, shock and awe. Like a car crash she couldn't look away from. It seemed like towing the line of what we could do in this tiny car turned her on even more. So I planted a palm on the back of Emma's head and paused for just a second. Emma nodded as best she could to give me the green light.

I smiled to myself, gripped her hair, and started pumping Emma's mouth up and down the length of my shaft like she was a toy. I worked my fingers faster inside of her ass, no longer caring about my timing or the rhythm. I just fucked Emma's face with powerful upward thrusts and firm pressure on her scalp.

Emma took it all, letting out rapid fire 'glak glak glak glak' sounds. Ella was hunched between the front seats in such an awkward way it had to hurt, but she was completely entranced. I saw her nipples piercing the fabric of her top, the flare of her nostrils, and the crazed look in her eyes.

The sight of Ella obviously wanting to join combined with the sloppy, slippery pumps of Emma's lips and tongue made my orgasm pop up quick. I let out a growl through gritted teeth, the only warning I could muster. Ella's eyes went wide and her lips parted.

I held Emma down until her nose pressed against my sweaty skin. I came deep inside her throat, wave after wave smacking against her sleeve. Emma took it all while pushing her ass back to dig my fingers as deep as they could go. Then Emma squirted, a torrent of hot fluid flew from her pussy and stained the seats below.

All three of us just breathed in silence for several seconds. I felt like I couldn't move a muscle or else Emma would combust. But she moved first, sliding her lips up and off of my shaft with a sticky trail left behind. I removed my fingers from her ass and thought about kissing her, but Emma's cheeks were stuffed like a squirrel. She didn't swallow.

Emma adjusted, turning to face the still shocked Ella. Ella froze, but Emma cupped her jaw and leaned in. Ella's gasp was cut off by the mix of cum and saliva that hit her tongue. Both girls moaned as wet, sloppy kisses filled the air, but unsurprisingly I could tell Ella had never done this before.

But of course it was hot as hell, even if Ella was hesitant. And that sight of course made it very hard for my cock to go down. When both girls finished sharing my load, Emma turned to me and gripped my wrist. She brought my two fingers that were in her ass to her mouth, sucking it deep while staring at me with a naughty look.

Emma then turned back to Ella, holding her the same way but this time she just let the flat of her tongue dance along Ella's. My eyes moved down the arch of Emma's spine to her ass and drenched inner thighs. But before I could think about getting a taste, Emma pulled away from Ella with a smile.

"Sorry about the mess," Emma sighed, stretching out to pull her dress down her legs and then plopping into her seat like nothing happened. Ella still couldn't speak, her lips were trembling along with her fingers. Emma smiled cutely, taking my hand after I awkwardly pulled my pants back up.

"I um... Holy hell..." Ella pressed her fingers to her eyes, rubbing them like she stared at a screen for too long.

"Do you want a turn?" Emma asked sweetly.

"Uh... I'm..." Ella pulled her phone from her pocket. "It's getting a tad late."

"It's 9--"

"We should go." Ella huffed, cutting Emma off and quickly getting back into the driver's seat. Emma and I buckled our seatbelts, and we were off to wherever Ella's house was, the heavy smell of sex swimming in the car.

"Did you get enough evidence?" Emma asked as Ella pulled into the parking lot of her surprisingly quaint home. It wasn't small, but it wasn't a manor like Emma's house.

"Plenty," Ella chuckled. Every time she spoke, it sounded like she was holding something in. Like a water main about to burst. She put the car in park so quickly the boxes beside her slid towards the glovebox.

Ella hurriedly exited her car without a word, fumbling with her keys as she stomped toward the front door.

"Someone's excited," Emma giggled as she exited the car. I followed her, mentally preparing myself for whatever was coming my way today after the morning I had.

Ellla's house was nice and homey, fairly average. It smelled like fresh lemons and leather cleaner, with long wide windows and a cozy hearth feeling. I removed my coat, Emma placed her purse on the floor. Ella tossed her keys on a nearby table with a frantic crash, turning around and giving us another pent up smile.

"I'm gonna freshen up, you two have whatever you'd like. There's wine in the fridge that I could drink by myself, but alcoholism runs in my family so-- you know what? Just enjoy." Ella spat all of it out before rushing up her hardwood stairs. Emma and I turned to face each other after the door slammed.

Emma made her way towards Ella's open kitchen, propping her elbows on the island as I moved towards the fridge. There were pictures of Ella and her admittedly pretty friend group plastered across the door. I opened it and a bunch of takeout boxes surrounded a tall bottle of red wine.

Emma was already grabbing the glasses, sliding me one with a smile. A popped the top and poured us some wine. I gave myself a little more.

"I never got to ask," I started. "How're things? You seem a bit more... assured of yourself."

"You think so?" Emma's brows raised. "I'd say I'm more irritably horny than confident."

"Well," I took a sip after sliding Emma her glass. "I like it. Horny or not."

"Thank you," she blushed. "How've you been? I... you'd laugh if you saw me when I got your text. I'm telling you I fell out of bed." Emma said.

"I'm..." I paused, pretending to swirl the wine on my tongue. "I'm alright."

Emma wasn't buying it.

"Just alright?" Emma slid around the island and brought a gentle finger to the top of my shirt. She popped one button, then another. She gasped when she saw the bite mark on my skin.

"Things are... just a bit odd. But I liked your moves in the car." I smiled.

"Yes well," Emma took a sip to hide her smile. "I kinda wanted to show off."

"Kinda?"

"Quiet," Emma said, her lips pursed tight. "You and Ana..."

"Yeah?"

"You've given her a ring?"

"Sort of," I said. "It's complicated."

"But she's wearing it?"

"Yes."

Emma sighed, cutely pressing her forehead against my chest.

"That sucks," she mumbled.

"Em," I said. "I don't need another English woman trying to take me away."

"Quiet," Emma chuckled before looking up at me. "I wasn't going to marry you anyway. I was just..."

"I'm not going anywhere. I don't even know where the possible wedding could be."

"But I am invited right?"

"Of course," I kissed her nose. "Duh."

Emma blushed hard and got on her toes to kiss me on the lips. My hips went to her waist, gently caressing her curves before moving my palms to her thighs. Emma wrapped her arms around my neck as I hoisted her up to the countertop. I was still hungry for a taste of her, that familiar scent buzzing on my tongue as I moved my kisses down to her neck.

"Wait," Emma huffed. "Hold on."

I stopped. We heard footsteps coming from the stairs. I pulled away from a now blushing Emma, trying to look as casual as possible.

"Hi," Ella came downstairs, smiling softly and dressed in a simple thin-strapped, soft cotton black dress. Her bare feet and long legs looked immaculate, the smell of recently applied lotion filling the air. Her hair was straight down her shoulders, and her hands were clasped together like she didn't get dressed to get railed.

Ella had a lithe dancer's frame with subtle curves that forced us to look. And look we did. Her skin was smooth and flawless, with a few tiny tattoos overtop that just gave me more reason to ogle.

"Okay," Ella took a deep breath as Emma slid off the countertop. "Where do we start? Do I just suck your cock?"

"Uh," the way her accent danced with her dirty words forced me to bite back a moan. "How about we take it slow. Give us a little twirl."

"Right," Ella did exactly that, spinning around once. The hem of her dress fluttered up her thighs, giving me a brief glance at her phenomenal ass.

"That good?" Ella asked.

"Are you sure you're not a virgin?" Emma asked as she kicked her shoes off. She wasn't teasing, more just curious.

"Well, believe it or not this is a much different scenario than I've pictured," Ella chuckled. "Especially after that little trick you pulled in my car."

"You asked," Emma smirked.

"Give me another twirl." I said sharply, popping at the buttons of my top and climbing out of my shoes.

Ella twirled again, but I gently grabbed her shoulders when her back was turned to me. I brushed a long strand of chestnut brown from her neck and pressed my lips to her skin.

"Mmm," Ella moaned, her body loosening already. Behind me, I heard a small hitch in Emma's throat. But I ignored it, moving my hands to Ella's waist as I continued to kiss along her soft pale skin. My palms slowly skimmed over the curve of her lower body and down to her ass, gripping it firmly while pressing my much bigger body to hers.

"That's... really nice..." Ella murmured.

"When's the last time you were touched like this?" I whispered into her ear, sending shivers across her whole body.

"Fuck... two-thousand... and...?"

"Way too long," I cut her off, tightening my squeeze on her smooth, athletic, and round ass, its shape molding around my fingers even through the fabric. Her body was buzzing, grinding against me like she couldn't control herself. Like she was a helpless little paperclip being pulled in by a giant magnet.

I moved my hands down to the flimsy hem of her dress and pulled it over her ass, finally freeing her perfectly rounded behind. I heard Ella take a deep breath as the cool air hit her bald pussy.

"You ever had your ass eaten?" I growled into her ear.

"Can't... can't say I have... that'd be a first..." Ella half-whispered and half-moaned, her beautiful face curled into a soft yet overwhelmed smile.

"Emma," I looked at her and pointed my nose down to Ella's ass. Emma dropped to her knees with a thump. She was so loud and fast it sounded like she hurt herself, but her tiny hands dug into the tender flesh of Ella's ass, spreading her cheeks with ease.

I groaned at the sight of Emma's eyes and outstretched tongue moving towards Ella's dripping pussy. I moved to Ella's side and wrapped a hand around her neck, featherlight.

"Harder," Ella croaked. That lit a spark in me. I tightened my grip at the exact moment Emma pressed her tongue to Ella's pussy.

"Ffuuuck..." Ella managed to squeak. I wrapped my arm around her waist so she wouldn't collapse. Emma didn't start slow, she didn't even give her a chance to breathe. Emma lapped so loudly I could hear the wetness over Ella's grunts and gasps. I leaned in, pressing a firm kiss along her jaw.

As Ella moaned around me, I heard Emma spit. I looked past Ella's quivering frame to see Emma licking long, thick stripes from Ella's pussy up to the edge of her asshole. After thoroughly slathering Ella's most sensitive spot in spit, Emma poked and prodded at her little rosebud. Ella yelped, but I shut her up with a firm kiss.

I removed my hand from her neck, down to her collarbone, and into her dress. The flimsy fabric did nothing to stop me from getting to her tits, aggressively kneading and rolling them in my palms.

"Oohhh shit..." Ella purred again, but the smile never left her face. I wasn't entirely sure what came over me, be it a blood sugar spike or genuine heartache, but I wanted to ravage Ella. And clearly she wanted to be ravaged too.

I shoved my tongue into her mouth, fighting her for control. Ella placed one quivering hand on my head and the other on Emma's, pushing her deeper into both her ass and pussy. Ella squirmed wildly between both of us, moaning into my mouth and arching herself into Emma's tongue.

I kept my hand running wildly over Ella's tits until I couldn't take anymore. I pulled my lips and tongue from her mouth and removed my arm from her waist. Emma wrapped her arms around Ella's waist, pulling her tighter and digging her lips deep into her ass. I moved until I was facing Ella, gripping the top of her shirt and ripping it straight down the middle with a loud tearing sound.

Ella let out a breathless, excited laugh, her eyes glued to her bare, beautiful pert tits in the open air. I hunched down, placed my palms against the flat of her upper back, and wrapped my lips around her right breast. It was a perfect mouthful that made both of us moan, with me slipping my tongue across the soft slope like she was made of sugar.