University locker room threesome

We were there in the changing room before Mr E arrived. I had decided that I wouldn’t let him see her until I’d gotten her ready for it. This was as much her special time as it was his after all.

She needed to be prepared, she needed to be wet enough, otherwise something could go wrong. She could start crying or yelling, and of course he’d run off to hide from an imaginary squad of sex-police (or whatever he was so afraid of) and it’d be this whole big thing!

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Nope. I wasn’t going to let the situation best me. This is why you need good planning skills to do what I do, else, everyone would just flail about like animals and never get any real fucking done!

So, I had her there with me. Mr E wasn’t in the room yet. I’d made him wait outside.

He was always so quiet that one. Once, I intentionally stepped on his foot, as hard as I could, just to see what he’d do and he did nothing, just froze as though waiting for something.

I told Mr E to keep going so he did, like a machine… or an obedient child. I did it again. He stopped again. Couldn’t quite see his eyes but I could tell – even though it was pretty hard to curve my back far enough – that Mr E’s gaze was planted on the ground like he was bracing for a harsh slap or an angry tirade.

In that moment, a strange whirlpool of emotions began churning inside of me and I immediately felt sorry for him but also much closer to him – this strange creature – than ever before. I turned to face Mr E fully and whispered deep in his ear in as soft and lovely and coquettish a voice as I could make, “No matter what I do daddy, no matter what I say or how hard I scream, don’t stop until I say…that word.”

I felt that he’d heard me and understood my words, but he was still reluctant. I’d had to pull Mr E out of me in order to turn as quickly as I did and it seemed like he didn’t have the courage to put himself back in.

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Something in that moment – that one stupid, agonizingly eternal moment – made me want to hold him, tight, and purge all the distance between us that had suddenly been created.

So I did. As tight as I could. Then I moaned a hot, needy moan, right in his ear like a feral cat, while grinding my crotch against his. That got him moving again.

It’s a game, always an extremely delicate game, that men like Mr E, (the ones most desperate to play I think) are usually quite ill-equipped to handle or understand.

He needs me… I know he does. What would he do with all that hunger if he didn’t have me?

Mr E wasn’t the kind of man to break the rules – those of the state, he couldn’t care less about but, his own personal rules were quite sacred. He’d told me (in that grey old voice I love) that, a while ago he’d made a declaration to himself that he would never let his own passions – that dark flame of lust hidden in the pit of his soul – get out of hand. He’d never let it lead him astray to people who either couldn’t handle it or wouldn’t understand it. Now, I know he isn’t strong enough for all that… poor thing. That’s why we’re together. That’s why he NEEDS me.

If it weren’t for me taking in everything he had to give, sucking out the poison so to speak, he’d have done something terrible to some poor, confused girl a long time ago. Or worse, gone mad and shot himself… That’s why he needs me, and I love the fact that he needs me.

Jessica and I were seated on the locker room floor. She was in my arms – the curve of her spine resting lightly against my chest – tracing delicate circles around her hard, pink nipples like I’d taught her to.

She was so much like a flower – I know “flower = girl” such a cliché! But rightfully so. She was always so sweet and subdued; her body was thin and long with a sudden burst of wild, chestnut hair at the top that flowed outward like a beautiful silk waterfall and she used to shrink and wilt at the slightest touch. She was the epitome of cuteness! I loved her to bits. That’s why I had to show her all of this, myself, herself – her true self, Mr E, everything.

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I sent two fingers between Jessica’s legs. She grew rigid but only for a moment. After I’d began working that spot, she soon became limp and let all her weight (what little there was) fall into me. Girls should always be like that, especially cute ones like Jessica.

As I worked her, I whispered “I have something special for you”. She wasn’t paying much attention, could probably barely hear me past her own plush moans and the loose wet sound that’d started filling the room.

I continued: “He’s just like you, all mine! but I’ll let you play with him, just for a little bit. He knows already, he knows he’s not allowed to touch any other girls; no one younger, no one older, only me… but, I’ve made an exception” I kissed her along the soft amber line of her neck “only for today, I’ll let him touch you… and his touch feels so good… but … but, don’t get too attached. Soon, I’ll teach you how to tame a man like Mr E for yourself but, just for right now, I’ll let him touch you. Does that sound nice?”

Jessica made no answer at first but I slipped my fingers into her crotch and began pushing them in and out, making my delicate flower splash all over the floor, before repeating the question.

This time, she mumbled in the affirmative. She was so cute right then that I let her enjoy herself on my fingers for a good while before pulling them out completely and standing her up.

“Wait there and close your eyes,” I said. She appeared a little distressed and blurting out, “Emily, did you say HE?” as though hearing my words only now. I repeated for her to close her eyes. She hesitated.

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“Don’t worry Jess, I’ll make sure he treats you nice. Like I said…” I set my fingers to run softly around her lips “his touch feels so good” She smiled like a kitten before complying and closing her eyes.

It might not be considered smart practice to let one of your pets retain such wilfulness and, I do confess, Jess’s temperament and attitude, in part, remains only due to me having given up on taming her.

Mr E had been so easy in his own way – I’d gotten him early one spring when he was already at the end of the rope, just begging to belong to someone. Jessica was different, under everything – that slim frame, those large childish eyes, her quiet naivety – she was all fire and desire, like a geyser roaring beneath a pretty field of pink roses.

I made her feel good so she stuck around. She wasn’t truly mine but I didn’t mind. I enjoyed it when it was her. I enjoyed the bargaining. I enjoyed feeding her passion.

While Jessica’s eyes remained closed, I crossed to the other side of the room and brought out, from one of the lockers, a shopping bag that I’d hidden.

I pulled out this lovely sundress, a soft cream colour – almost white – with a pattern of unbloomed sakura flowers running along it. Together with the dress, I brought out a pair of black, leather Ricosta-looking shoes, a long pink ribbon and a little makeup kit.

Usually, I wasn’t in the habit of dressing Jessica up (I always preferred her naked anyway) and she would always fidget annoyingly when I tried it, but I remembered the state Mr E had been in that day we met up for a date back in July and he saw me in a lily-smothered halter top. I had a matching hairclip holding up a thick black ponytail so, there were flowers in my hair and all over my breasts and it drove – him – mad.

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