*This story is a Chris Jackson original. All characters are fictional and over the age of 18. This story is not to be shared or posted without the author’s permission. This content is for mature audiences only.*
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I arrive at LAX Airport where Yvonne Taylor has arranged to meet me. Yvonne has been relying heavily on me to be her number one press source. I’ve done plenty of footwork to get her stories first and done plenty of dirty work to stop story leaks. She calls me her “media screener.”
I have my work backpack as usual, as well as my luggage, which is just a duffle bag. Jeans, underwear, and shirts. No bullshit. I’m not wandering around for long before I see my favorite employer. As a freelancer, I work for whoever hires me, and 6/10, it’s Yvonne. She hires her own publicist, which is me.
But Yvonne isn’t alone. I see a 5’9” blonde with her. The two are getting along swimmingly. The other 4/10 times I ever get hired is from the British actress Daisy Evans. We only fucked the once in her hotel, but we’ve been on great friend terms. I’m not even sure Yvonne knows about our little tryst.
Yvonne’s body is a part of my paycheck. I shouldn’t say that. She’s by no means a whore. We’re just mutually attracted business associates. But it looks like Yvonne has found me a third high-dollar boss.
“Oh, there he is!” Yvonne informs her friend. Yvonne spotted me first, probably because she knows what I look like.
It’s a little surprising to see a woman match Yvonne’s height and form. They have people watching and trying not to openly gawk at them. Some succeed in being discreet, but not all of them. These two bombshells are obviously used to it.
“Will, it’s so good to see you again!” Yvonne beams and wraps me in a hug. I hug her back but keep my hands in professional positions. She smells just like she did that day at the laundromat. “Will, do you know Ms. Katrina Wykoff?” Yvonne asks cordially as she lets me go from the embrace.
“I haven’t had the pleasure,” I say to Yvonne before offering my attention to the young lady. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Wykoff. I’m Will.” I introduce myself politely with a soft smile.
“Please, just Katrina. Or Kat.”
“So how do you two know each other?” I ask as we make our way through the airport. It’s small talk, but it stops any uncomfortable silence and lets me size up Wykoff.
“Me and Yvonne met over a health and fitness blog. We had account names, but we hit it off so well that we met in person. We got close from there. Whenever we’re in LA, we get together, hang out, and workout.”
“You know why I asked you here?” Yvonne asks, cutting the chase.
“Because you hired me to go to Australia with you for your ‘Staying Fit on Vacation’ Women’s Fitness article?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“That’s correct,” the Aussie says. “And I told Kat about the work you’ve done, let her read some articles and see your photo work,” Yvonne explains.
“So,” Katrina explains, “Yvonne offered me to go with you two because I mentioned wanting you to write my article on staying fit on the go.”
“Ah,” I say, scratching my lightly bearded jaw. “I don’t see why I can’t do you both.” They share a glance, and I realize my word choice may not have been perfect. Or maybe it was. I don’t know Wykoff well enough to assume anything. I didn’t know Yvonne at all that night in the laundromat, though.
“So, to the Outback we go tomorrow?” Katrina asked with a glowing grin. She is every bit the drop-dead gorgeous blonde Yvonne is.
“Yes indeed,” Yvonne says with a smile matching Katrina’s. “You two will get to know my backyard. It will be a blast. But right now, I’m peckish. And Will, I’m sure you’re starving.” Both angels turned their eyes to me.
“I can eat.”
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The ladies bring me to a fancy Indian restaurant that Katrina had introduced Yvonne to, and Yvonne had become “obsessed” with it. I think she’s exaggerating, but as we enter the place, I’m proven wrong by the greeter who knows her as “Ms. Yvonne.”
I notice that he watches her ass as we walk to our table. He doesn’t register as a threat, though. A creep? Maybe. But what kind of straight man wouldn’t love to watch Yvonne Taylor walk away?
“Will, how did you and Yvonne meet?” Wykoff keeps up with the customary small talk ice breakers.
“In a laundromat of all places. It was extremely early in the morning.”
A waitress brings us water, and I instantly take up mine, my mouth oddly dry.
“It was the first time I ever had sex in a laundromat,” Yvonne tells what used to be our little secret. I almost spit out my water, but I caught myself.
“No!” Wykoff says with giant gossip eyes.
“Is this really the time?” I inquire, feeling like my credibility and professional reputation are at risk. At least I wasn’t regularly employed by Yvonne at that time.
“Have you slept with any other clients?” the young blonde asks, sipping her water delicately. To her, this line of questioning is fun. To me, it’s nerve-wracking.
“Just me and Daisy Evans. Separately, that is,” Yvonne answers for me.
“Yvonne. Come on.” But seriously. What the everlasting fuck?
“You slept with Daisy?” Wykoff whispers, a hand covering her mouth. “That’s badass!” I expected to be judged for sleeping around, not lionized for it. “Do you two still sleep together when you work, or was it the one time?” She is just full of questions.
“I’m not sure this is the….” I try, but Yvonne cuts me off.
“There’s an unforeseen circumstance if we don’t hook up during business.” Again, what the fuck, woman? “It’s probably the same for Will and Daisy.”
“I won’t lie. It’s a hot image,” Wykoff shrugs and takes a sip of her water again as the waiter comes up. Despite my best efforts, I can tell I’m heating up, and both girls are grinning ear to ear over it. This is going to be the longest job of my life. I didn’t expect them to commiserate so well over my hookup tendencies.
“It is, isn’t it?” Yvonne asks rhetorically, flashing me a cheeky smile. “One you’d like to see, Kat?” The older blonde teases.
“Maybe….” Wykoff plays back, fanning herself with a menu and innocently glancing away.
XXX
After dinner, we head back to the hotel to relax before we get ready for bed. We spend some quality time at the pool, relaxing.
I’ve been following Katrina on Instagram for a while. She seems high energy. But in person she’s very laid back, yet still bubbly. Honestly, she’s delightful. And she and Yvonne together in bikinis in the same hot tub… I had to hide an erection for an exceedingly long time.
Katrina gets out of the hot tub and heads off to the big pool, leaving me and my Aussie. My eyes stay on Wykoff’s perfect butt for a little too long because I can see Yvonne smirking in my peripheral.
“She has a nice rump, doesn’t she?” Yvonne teases. “You don’t have to be straight to appreciate that kind of art.”
“You told me you slept with Olivia Breckenridge. I know you’re not straight, Yvonne. And no, I’m not judging.” Breckenridge is a 5’2” little blonde hottie Yvonne worked with once on a TV show. I’d sleep with Breckenridge, too, given the chance.
“Would you fuck her?” Yvonne asks, poking me with her toe. I can only assume we’re back to talking about Katrina.
“I don’t want to fuck every woman I see.” It wouldn’t do for Yvonne to think me too much of a man-whore.
“I didn’t ask if you were going to,” Yvonne says with a laugh. “I asked if you would if those stars aligned.”
Rolling my eyes, I sigh. “Yes, I would. Who wouldn’t?” I ask rhetorically.
Yvonne lets the conversation die, but she has a look that makes me skeptical.
XXX
What I had initially observed was correct. Kat and Yvonne didn’t book two or three rooms for us. They got one with two beds.
I am now trying to get ready for bed in a room with Yvonne Taylor and new up-and-coming sit-com star Katrina Wykoff. How am I supposed to sleep in the same room as these two? How am I supposed to be able to possibly sleep in the same bed as one of them? Or maybe they’ll share a bed.
I was the first one to shower after heading back to the room from swimming. Even wrapped in towels, the two wet beauties turned the heads of anyone who saw them as they made the walk of no shame. Yvonne showered after I did, and Katrina is in there now.
“Do you want to go join her?” Yvonne teases. “I bet she’d let you.”
My head is buried in a book while Yvonne applies lotion to her impossibly long legs. I’m trying to hide a boner under my shorts.
“I’m thinking about it,” she adds. “Imagine that; two sexy, tall and busty blondes like us under the hot spray together.” Her Aussie accent makes it so much more sensual, the way she slowly drawls out the words. “All soapy and dripping.”
“Why are you torturing me?” I ask and put my book down. She just smiles at me cheekily and works the creamy lotion up her milky thighs right to the edge of her white panties. She’s only wearing those panties and a white T-shirt.
The water in the bathroom shuts off and Yvonne frowns. “I think you missed your chance.”
After a moment, the door opens and Katrina steps out, also in white panties but with a nondescript blue jersey that shows off her healthy midriff.
“Maybe not,” Yvonne says cryptically with a wink. “Hey, Kat?” Yvonne asks innocently. Oh, hell.
“What’s up?” Katrina asks back with a knee-weakening smile. “Hi, Will,” she waves and smiles at me as if she hadn’t seen me in a while. She’s being nice about me staring at her. Gawking, really.
I wave back with a little wave and a smile.
“As I’m sure you’ve noticed, there’s three of us and two beds….”
“Ah,” Katrina says as she crosses the room and sits at the foot of my bed. “Who’s sharing a bed with who, right?” The knowing smirk on her face says she knows the game Yvonne is playing. “Do you have a preference, Will?” She puts her hand on my bare knee.
There’s no way they both haven’t noticed the tent in my gym shorts.
“I will sleep wherever I am told,” I say meekly. My game is to play dumb, assume nothing.
“And you’ll like it,” Yvonne says jokingly, but she’s right. “We can share this bed, Kat.”
“Okay!” She says it happily and bounds over to Yvonne’s bed like a child.
XXX
It’s God only knows what time in the morning. I’m trying to sleep but I can hear rustling and some whispering from the bed next to mine.
“No, Yvonne. What if he wakes up?” Wykoff asks, sounding breathy.
“So, what if he does?” I hear Yvonne respond. She doesn’t keep her volume in check like Wykoff. “Will?” She asks me through the darkness.
“Hmm?” I mumble back, thinking pretending I’m asleep isn’t the way to go.
“See? He’s not even asleep!” Katrina points out.
“What’s going on?” I ask, even though I already have a fairly promising idea. Again, the game is playing stupid, assuming nothing.
“Oh nothing,” Yvonne says and flicks on the table lamp between the beds.
As soon as I look over to see why she turned the light on, she pulls the covers from her and Katrina. My eyes shoot wide open when I see Kat’s hairless, glistening pussy and soaked white panties around her knees.
“What the fuck!” Katrina squeals. She tries to pull the covers back, but Yvonne won’t let her. “What are you doing?” the younger blonde asks, her face beet red from embarrassment.
“She got like this thinking about you and her, Will.” Yvonne reaches over and flicks Katrina’s bean-sized clit and she shudders. “Weren’t you?”
Katrina doesn’t say anything. She just lays there, sucking in air, completely caught off guard. Very much at Yvonne’s mercy, or the lack thereof.
“Weren’t you?” Yvonne presses and slides two long fingers straight into Kat’s slit, making the poor girl gasp and wreath. “Admit it.”
“Okay, okay!” Katrina breaks and gives in to Yvonne Taylor’s deep-probing digits. “I was thinking about Will!” She cries out as Yvonne works her snatch harder and assaults her sensitive clit with a thumb.
“Thinking what about him?” Yvonne asks, her hand still going as her free one snakes around to fondle and caress Katrina’s bouncy breasts, alternating from one to the other. Katrina’s in a tight t-shirt, no bra. Her stiff nipples are visible under the shirt.
“I was thinking… about how big his… how big his cock might be.” Katrina pushes the words out as she tries to fight out of Yvonne’s pleasuring hands. “I saw how big it was… a couple of times. Through his shorts, at least.”
“Good girl,” Yvonne praises her young finger puppet. She licks Katrina’s hot skin from neck to earlobe, making her crane her neck needily. “What about his cock?”
The cock in question is standing hard at attention. I’m watching Katrina Wykoff get fingered by Yvonne Taylor until I’m told what she wants to do to me!
“I want to… I want to touch it. Rub it. Suck it. Shove it as far down my slutty little throat as I can.” She stops and cries out as she’s washed over by a tidal wave of an orgasm. Yvonne rubs and kisses her through it.
“And then what?” Yvonne asks in her sexy Down Under accent.
“I want to cowgirl ride that hot dick until it tickles my guts. I want to hear him say dirty fucking things to me while we both see stars. And I want you to watch it.”
Well holy fuck. Happy birthday to me.
“Go fucking get him,” Yvonne orders and gives little Miss Wykoff her body back.
Katrina finds her legs, which are wobbly like a new-born horse. She makes it to my bed, nonetheless. At once, she pulls the covers back to find that I had been touching myself during Yvonne’s show.
“That’s my boy,” Yvonne says with a grin as she slides her own panties off and starts touching herself. Her other hand whisks her t-shirt off to let her magnificent tits out for her to play with as well.
I watch Yvonne tweak her own hard, light brown nipples when I feel a wad of spit hit the tip of my dick.
I look down and see Katrina’s tiny hands spread her saliva around my cock before she dives right down. Her lips pass right over my mushroom head and slide straight down my hard and slick shaft until her nose hits my light dusting of pubic hair.
She suckles hard and starts bobbing at a hell of a pace. Katrina’s making sweet sucking and slurping sounds as she gags and takes in as much as she can like a pro. She works my balls with her hand, getting them slicker than shit with her spittle that makes it past my base.
“Oh, fucking get it, girl!” Yvonne cheers her friend on as she vigorously humps her own fingers and sinks her pinky into the stink. “Fucking get him!” she calls as Kat comes off my staff and inhales deeply.
Katrina doesn’t bother to wipe spit from her face as she goes straight to my balls and taint, making a delicious mess of everything she’s eating.
I tap her head after a bit because she won’t get a ride if she keeps rocking her mouth game like this.
She comes off my crotch and crawls right up my body.
Yvonne takes her chance and springs into action, crossing the room in a hurry. She jumps on the bed and drops her hot, juicy Aussie crotch right down on my face and swaps serious spit with the sloppy-faced Wykoff.
Katrina impales herself deep on my slobber-coated cock as she and Yvonne make out above me.
I grab Yvonne Taylor’s sexy hips with both hands as she humps the shit out of my face. I’m devouring her pussy, taint, and shit hole. And I’m loving every damned second of it.
Katrina’s moans from my pelvic thrusts matching her booty bouncing and swiveling are swallowed by Yvonne’s mouth as they suck each other’s faces.
Yvonne’s box quivers and shakes around my excavating tongue as she comes. Her whole body convulses and seems to pass it on to the already sensitive Kat.
The younger blonde quakes while fighting to stay alive on my dick, but she loses the battle. Katrina breaks down into her second shattering orgasm and her sticky girl cum runs down my cock as Yvonne’s juices flood my mouth.
With all of this going on above and on me, it’s too much for my senses and my own orgasm goes off like a bomb. I’m firing off load after load, hard and fast into Katrina Wykoff’s guts.
We all crash down together and try to sluggishly untangle our bodies from one another on top of the bed. Finally, I have a blonde on each side of me.
“We’re not even in the Outback yet,” Yvonne comments with a tired laugh.
“God help me,” I say as I try to catch my breath.
“We’ll get you through it, Will,” Kat tells me with a satisfying hum.