One Is Never Enough
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By Tracy Ames
Published on April 22, 2009
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Tragically handsome federal judge Royce Richardson is living every man's dream. Two women, Gail a fiery Latina and Cassie a sultry Sister, living under his roof and his rules. Food, sex and silence. What man wouldn't want that?
Tragically handsome federal judge Royce Richardson is living every man's dream. Two women, Gail a fiery Latina and Cassie a sultry Sister, living under his roof and his rules. Food, sex and silence. What man wouldn't want that?
One Is Never Enough
“When are you going to tell her?”
“Tell her what?”
“Tell her that she has to leave.”
“I’m not go too.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want her to leave and I’m certainly not going to have this discussion with my dick in your mouth. Now continue blowing me or move but either way this conversation is over.” Royce Richardson said as he lay in bed with Gail, his first “wife” sucking him off. The robotic tone of his voice meant he was in no mood to entertain her perceived neediness. She sighed in defeat.
“Please move.” He said rising from the bed and slipped into his sleeping pants. Royce’s body was that of fairy tales and he knew it. Tall, strong, wealthy and mysteriously handsome, he’d never had to yell or scream. His efficiency with words and his steel gray eyes left no room for misinterpretations.
“Royce, wait.” she called after him. He turned, looking at her with calculated indifference.
“I’m not up for this Gail. You’ve always known where I’ve stood. I haven’t changed nor am I willing to do so in order to keep either of you. Doesn’t she make you happy?”
“Of course she does but I want you to myself more often.” she retorted from her seat in the bed where he’d left her. “When was the last time we were alone?”
“Does it matter? I give you both equal time. I haven’t changed, you have. If you want to talk about your feelings then I’m willing to listen but I will not be dictated too. If you have an issue with Cassandra then I suggest you sort things out with her before I return home tomorrow tonight. I’m going to my room, good night.”
“I haven’t changed my mind about our arrangement. I love having both of you around but I need…I don’t know what I need.”
“Then figure it out. Don’t wait for me to solve your problems,” he said with his usual kind coldness. Stepping to the doorway he called for Cassie. Gail reclined against the headboard awaiting the wreath of God. For a Latina who was going on 40 years old she didn’t look a day over 30. Besides her exquisite taste in fashion, her long shapely legs had been the first thing to catch Royce’s eye 8 years ago when they met at a friend’s New year’s Eve party. When he approached her, she and Cassie, a dark and curvy African-American, had been lovers for 4 years. This didn’t deter him from making a move on both of them. Within 6 months they were living together under his roof in The Heights.
“You called?” Cassie said, kissing him before taking her seat beside Gail. Royce leaned against the dresser with his arms folded impatiently.
“Gail is having problems with our arrangement. She need more time with me and I don’t see how I can give it to her. She would like you to leave. I think you two should sort this between yourselves. I love you both equally and don’t want to loose either of you but I will not live with either of you being unhappy. I’ll be late tomorrow night. Please handle this before I return. Cassie, please come to my room immediately.” He kissed Gail and left them sitting alone. The tension between Cassie and Gail had never been so thick.
The air had been sucked from Cassie’s chest. This whole arrangement had been Gail’s idea. She’d only agreed to it because Gail wanted it. Now that she genuinely loved Royce, she was being asked to leave by the same woman who’d talked her into it. Royce was the first and only man she’d been with and he quenched her every desire in a way no woman ever could. Patient, harsh, aloof, compassionate, and unsympathetic in life, so he was in bed. But once there, his piercing gray eyes had a way of making her feel as though she were the most beautiful woman walking the earth; she was the only one that mattered even while his cock battered away inside of Gail.
“If you want me to leave then I’ll go.” She said quietly as she left for Royce’s room before Gail could reply. His room was off limits unless invited, she knew what was coming. Whenever he and Gail were on the outs her pussy was offered up as the sacrificial lamb. No chance of surviving the challenge ahead, but placed there for the common good. As she approached his door she began feel a familiar tingle down below. She knocked and entered slowly finding him half asleep. She quietly stripped down and slid beside him.
“Blow me.”
She moved down his rock-hard body and slowly took his thick cock between her lips, picking up where Gail left off. He exhaled and relaxed, easing her hair back away from her face watching her work her magic on him. She stroked and sucked, gradually increasing in strength. He pumped into her wet mouth, careful not to drill a hole in the back of her throat. He groaned seeing his white dick being tamed by her juicy brown mouth. Receiving head from Cassie was the only time he displayed any amount of weakness. She loved it.
“Finger yourself while you suck me.”
Easing her hand between her legs, she slid a single finger into her pussy. “Oooh.” She moaned, moving it in and out in rhythm with her sucking. The faster she sucked the more aroused she became. Royce watched as she struggled to maintain her sanity. He knew her better than she thought.
“Faster.” He said as he moved between her lips. Her pussy gave way to an unearthly orgasm that made her cry out with pleasure. Royce took her into his arms and held her until she recovered. Cassie wasn’t like Gail. There was a tender side to her that he nurtured where as Gail seemed all too often detached. The only exception to this was when all three of them were together. Only then did she seem content but lately she’d become clinging which tuned him off completely. He’d begun spending more time with Cassie or alone in his quarters. He loved Gail, she was his rock but her recent ‘Bunny-Boiler’ behavior sent him in the opposite direction whenever she was within arms reach.
“Hello.” Royce said.
“Hello yourself. How’s night going?”
“Fine until half way through my blow job Gail started talking.” He smiled kissing his way down her stomach.
“What would people say if they knew that the federal judge overseeing their case was living in sin with two women?” she teased settling in for first sensation of his tongue. He looked up from his position between her silky dark copper legs. He kissed the right and lightly bit the left.
“They’d either say I’m the luckiest man or the sorriest sap alive.” He chuckled.
“And how do you see yourself?” she managed as kissed her pussy lips.
“I’m the luckiest man alive. I come home every night to two exceptionally beautiful and intelligent women who wait on me hand and foot, who genuinely enjoy having sex with each other and who allow me to spoil them rotten while keeping their fucking mouths shut. Food, sex and silence, what man wouldn’t want that? And you don’t have to cook.” He lowered his mouth, softly kissing and licking her pussy with deliberate care. Her legs parted and her pussy throbbed as he sucked her clit between his lips. His touch, his lick, kiss, his aurora turned her on. She ran her hands through his short dark hair; his gray eyes stared back up at her. He was reading her mind. He knew exactly what she needed and before she realized it she was lost in him. “How long has it been since we were together?”
She could hardly speak, “Two weeks. Shit, Royce right there….oh fuck I’m cumming.” She moaned so loudly Gail had to have heard. He settled her, kissing her inner thigh watching she collect herself.
“Do you think you’re ready for this? It has been two weeks.” He said pulling her further down in the bed, leaning over to her.
“Do I have a choice?”
“No, not really.”
“Be gentle, Daddy.”
“I like when you call me Daddy.” His thickness slipped into her. “Oh fuck I’ll missed you.” He moaned.
“You’ve missed me or my pussy?”
“Both.” He bent her legs at the knees, forcing them against the mattress, leaving her exposed to his will…just the way she liked it. He laid into her with such force she plead for clemency. It was not to be had. His cock was the only she’d ever had and that excited him more than her bouncing tits and warm pussy combined. She lay helplessly, toggling between more and mercy as Royce continued on his mission to blow her back out. He thrashed and thrashed. She moaned and cried. Neither paid any thought to Gail having to endure the sounds of their lovemaking from afar.
What should have pissed her off only served to arouse her. She knew how passionate and intense their sessions became and she longed to partake. But she wasn’t invited. She’d crossed a line and until pardoned found herself benched. “Ooohh God!!” Cassie screamed leaving Gail to imagine what he could be doing to her. She could just make out Royce’s faint groans of passion and her pussy began to leak. “Royce, don’t stop. I’m cumming. Please harder!” Cassie cried. Gail ached to be involved in whatever they were doing. She could feel his cock moving inside of her. He had away getting inside of her head and his displeasure proved corrosive.
It wasn’t that she wanted Cassie to leave. She merely needed more affection from him. Whenever they were alone there seemed to be something missing however with Cassie involved the mood lightened. Gail knew she had his love but there was an element to Cassie that she couldn't master. Cassie had been hers first female lover and still had her unconditional love. Loosing either of them would tear her in two. Fearing that her recent behavior had severed all chances of a peaceful reconciliation with him, Gail resigned herself to swallow her feelings and get on with life as is.
“Come in.” Gail said at the knock on her bedroom door. She closed her eyes in prayer when she saw Royce walk through the door smiling warmly, as warm as he could. He didn’t speak. He simply sat staring into her eyes and caressing her face; erasing all of her fears and doubts. What he lacked in verbal compassion he more than made up for with his touch. He placed his forehead against hers and they exhaled in relief.
“I love you Gail.”
“I love you too.”
“There will no more talk of Cassie leaving, understood?”
“Understood.”
“What is it that you need from me?”
“More time.” She said meekly.
“Bullshit. You don’t want more time with me. You need more time with both of us. I see the way you respond when we’re all together. Without any of us the pieces of the puzzle don’t fit.” Gail fell speechless. He was right, it wasn’t solely about him. She needed them both. When she saw how much her words hurt Cassie earlier she’d come undone with grief. The though of her actually leaving turned knots in her gut just as it had when she thought of loosing Royce. “You should think about you feelings before you speak. Stop carrying on like a half-crazed twat and work with Cassie. Afterwards, if there is still a problem then you can come to me. I will not have this sort of discord again. I love you but I cut you loose as sure I look at you.” He kissed her neck.
Gail grinned devilishly. “Promise?” melted under his touch.
“I promise. There’s a train leaving every hour on the hour. If you pull this shit again I’ll put you on the next one so fast it’ll make your head spin, Sweetie.” He moved over top her nude body.
“You don’t really mean that.”
“Try me.” He slid inside of her. She groaned aloud, pulling away from him.
“Whoa, wait! Cassie. I need Cassie.”
His assumption was confirmed. “Oh fuck yeah. Cassie!” he called. She arrived within seconds. Seeing her sexy girlfriend spread before her, she knew the plan.
“Eat her.” he commanded.
“My pleasure.”
To be continued…maybe
“Tell her what?”
“Tell her that she has to leave.”
“I’m not go too.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want her to leave and I’m certainly not going to have this discussion with my dick in your mouth. Now continue blowing me or move but either way this conversation is over.” Royce Richardson said as he lay in bed with Gail, his first “wife” sucking him off. The robotic tone of his voice meant he was in no mood to entertain her perceived neediness. She sighed in defeat.
“Please move.” He said rising from the bed and slipped into his sleeping pants. Royce’s body was that of fairy tales and he knew it. Tall, strong, wealthy and mysteriously handsome, he’d never had to yell or scream. His efficiency with words and his steel gray eyes left no room for misinterpretations.
“Royce, wait.” she called after him. He turned, looking at her with calculated indifference.
“I’m not up for this Gail. You’ve always known where I’ve stood. I haven’t changed nor am I willing to do so in order to keep either of you. Doesn’t she make you happy?”
“Of course she does but I want you to myself more often.” she retorted from her seat in the bed where he’d left her. “When was the last time we were alone?”
“Does it matter? I give you both equal time. I haven’t changed, you have. If you want to talk about your feelings then I’m willing to listen but I will not be dictated too. If you have an issue with Cassandra then I suggest you sort things out with her before I return home tomorrow tonight. I’m going to my room, good night.”
“I haven’t changed my mind about our arrangement. I love having both of you around but I need…I don’t know what I need.”
“Then figure it out. Don’t wait for me to solve your problems,” he said with his usual kind coldness. Stepping to the doorway he called for Cassie. Gail reclined against the headboard awaiting the wreath of God. For a Latina who was going on 40 years old she didn’t look a day over 30. Besides her exquisite taste in fashion, her long shapely legs had been the first thing to catch Royce’s eye 8 years ago when they met at a friend’s New year’s Eve party. When he approached her, she and Cassie, a dark and curvy African-American, had been lovers for 4 years. This didn’t deter him from making a move on both of them. Within 6 months they were living together under his roof in The Heights.
“You called?” Cassie said, kissing him before taking her seat beside Gail. Royce leaned against the dresser with his arms folded impatiently.
“Gail is having problems with our arrangement. She need more time with me and I don’t see how I can give it to her. She would like you to leave. I think you two should sort this between yourselves. I love you both equally and don’t want to loose either of you but I will not live with either of you being unhappy. I’ll be late tomorrow night. Please handle this before I return. Cassie, please come to my room immediately.” He kissed Gail and left them sitting alone. The tension between Cassie and Gail had never been so thick.
The air had been sucked from Cassie’s chest. This whole arrangement had been Gail’s idea. She’d only agreed to it because Gail wanted it. Now that she genuinely loved Royce, she was being asked to leave by the same woman who’d talked her into it. Royce was the first and only man she’d been with and he quenched her every desire in a way no woman ever could. Patient, harsh, aloof, compassionate, and unsympathetic in life, so he was in bed. But once there, his piercing gray eyes had a way of making her feel as though she were the most beautiful woman walking the earth; she was the only one that mattered even while his cock battered away inside of Gail.
“If you want me to leave then I’ll go.” She said quietly as she left for Royce’s room before Gail could reply. His room was off limits unless invited, she knew what was coming. Whenever he and Gail were on the outs her pussy was offered up as the sacrificial lamb. No chance of surviving the challenge ahead, but placed there for the common good. As she approached his door she began feel a familiar tingle down below. She knocked and entered slowly finding him half asleep. She quietly stripped down and slid beside him.
“Blow me.”
She moved down his rock-hard body and slowly took his thick cock between her lips, picking up where Gail left off. He exhaled and relaxed, easing her hair back away from her face watching her work her magic on him. She stroked and sucked, gradually increasing in strength. He pumped into her wet mouth, careful not to drill a hole in the back of her throat. He groaned seeing his white dick being tamed by her juicy brown mouth. Receiving head from Cassie was the only time he displayed any amount of weakness. She loved it.
“Finger yourself while you suck me.”
Easing her hand between her legs, she slid a single finger into her pussy. “Oooh.” She moaned, moving it in and out in rhythm with her sucking. The faster she sucked the more aroused she became. Royce watched as she struggled to maintain her sanity. He knew her better than she thought.
“Faster.” He said as he moved between her lips. Her pussy gave way to an unearthly orgasm that made her cry out with pleasure. Royce took her into his arms and held her until she recovered. Cassie wasn’t like Gail. There was a tender side to her that he nurtured where as Gail seemed all too often detached. The only exception to this was when all three of them were together. Only then did she seem content but lately she’d become clinging which tuned him off completely. He’d begun spending more time with Cassie or alone in his quarters. He loved Gail, she was his rock but her recent ‘Bunny-Boiler’ behavior sent him in the opposite direction whenever she was within arms reach.
“Hello.” Royce said.
“Hello yourself. How’s night going?”
“Fine until half way through my blow job Gail started talking.” He smiled kissing his way down her stomach.
“What would people say if they knew that the federal judge overseeing their case was living in sin with two women?” she teased settling in for first sensation of his tongue. He looked up from his position between her silky dark copper legs. He kissed the right and lightly bit the left.
“They’d either say I’m the luckiest man or the sorriest sap alive.” He chuckled.
“And how do you see yourself?” she managed as kissed her pussy lips.
“I’m the luckiest man alive. I come home every night to two exceptionally beautiful and intelligent women who wait on me hand and foot, who genuinely enjoy having sex with each other and who allow me to spoil them rotten while keeping their fucking mouths shut. Food, sex and silence, what man wouldn’t want that? And you don’t have to cook.” He lowered his mouth, softly kissing and licking her pussy with deliberate care. Her legs parted and her pussy throbbed as he sucked her clit between his lips. His touch, his lick, kiss, his aurora turned her on. She ran her hands through his short dark hair; his gray eyes stared back up at her. He was reading her mind. He knew exactly what she needed and before she realized it she was lost in him. “How long has it been since we were together?”
She could hardly speak, “Two weeks. Shit, Royce right there….oh fuck I’m cumming.” She moaned so loudly Gail had to have heard. He settled her, kissing her inner thigh watching she collect herself.
“Do you think you’re ready for this? It has been two weeks.” He said pulling her further down in the bed, leaning over to her.
“Do I have a choice?”
“No, not really.”
“Be gentle, Daddy.”
“I like when you call me Daddy.” His thickness slipped into her. “Oh fuck I’ll missed you.” He moaned.
“You’ve missed me or my pussy?”
“Both.” He bent her legs at the knees, forcing them against the mattress, leaving her exposed to his will…just the way she liked it. He laid into her with such force she plead for clemency. It was not to be had. His cock was the only she’d ever had and that excited him more than her bouncing tits and warm pussy combined. She lay helplessly, toggling between more and mercy as Royce continued on his mission to blow her back out. He thrashed and thrashed. She moaned and cried. Neither paid any thought to Gail having to endure the sounds of their lovemaking from afar.
What should have pissed her off only served to arouse her. She knew how passionate and intense their sessions became and she longed to partake. But she wasn’t invited. She’d crossed a line and until pardoned found herself benched. “Ooohh God!!” Cassie screamed leaving Gail to imagine what he could be doing to her. She could just make out Royce’s faint groans of passion and her pussy began to leak. “Royce, don’t stop. I’m cumming. Please harder!” Cassie cried. Gail ached to be involved in whatever they were doing. She could feel his cock moving inside of her. He had away getting inside of her head and his displeasure proved corrosive.
It wasn’t that she wanted Cassie to leave. She merely needed more affection from him. Whenever they were alone there seemed to be something missing however with Cassie involved the mood lightened. Gail knew she had his love but there was an element to Cassie that she couldn't master. Cassie had been hers first female lover and still had her unconditional love. Loosing either of them would tear her in two. Fearing that her recent behavior had severed all chances of a peaceful reconciliation with him, Gail resigned herself to swallow her feelings and get on with life as is.
“Come in.” Gail said at the knock on her bedroom door. She closed her eyes in prayer when she saw Royce walk through the door smiling warmly, as warm as he could. He didn’t speak. He simply sat staring into her eyes and caressing her face; erasing all of her fears and doubts. What he lacked in verbal compassion he more than made up for with his touch. He placed his forehead against hers and they exhaled in relief.
“I love you Gail.”
“I love you too.”
“There will no more talk of Cassie leaving, understood?”
“Understood.”
“What is it that you need from me?”
“More time.” She said meekly.
“Bullshit. You don’t want more time with me. You need more time with both of us. I see the way you respond when we’re all together. Without any of us the pieces of the puzzle don’t fit.” Gail fell speechless. He was right, it wasn’t solely about him. She needed them both. When she saw how much her words hurt Cassie earlier she’d come undone with grief. The though of her actually leaving turned knots in her gut just as it had when she thought of loosing Royce. “You should think about you feelings before you speak. Stop carrying on like a half-crazed twat and work with Cassie. Afterwards, if there is still a problem then you can come to me. I will not have this sort of discord again. I love you but I cut you loose as sure I look at you.” He kissed her neck.
Gail grinned devilishly. “Promise?” melted under his touch.
“I promise. There’s a train leaving every hour on the hour. If you pull this shit again I’ll put you on the next one so fast it’ll make your head spin, Sweetie.” He moved over top her nude body.
“You don’t really mean that.”
“Try me.” He slid inside of her. She groaned aloud, pulling away from him.
“Whoa, wait! Cassie. I need Cassie.”
His assumption was confirmed. “Oh fuck yeah. Cassie!” he called. She arrived within seconds. Seeing her sexy girlfriend spread before her, she knew the plan.
“Eat her.” he commanded.
“My pleasure.”
To be continued…maybe