Thread: The Proposition ( Mr Quixotic & Xanaphia)

Jake watched Marissa's in silence, anticipating a negative reaction to Mark's touch, and comments, however, apart from an apparent brief hesitation, the young woman seemed to take it well. Time to increase the motivation, and to make their intent more clear they'd only have her for one night, and a minute wasted was one they'd never get back. Yes, a vibrator. The stockbroker nodded down to it, and the cash which lay beside the toy. Don't tell me you've never seen one before. Or used one? He smiled as the cash was collected, then glanced at the amused expression on his friend's face. Both men were slightly tense if she was going to react or state a desire to leave, it would most likely be now. Their countenances relaxed when she slipped off her jacket and picked up the vibrator. Mark called out, Just a warm-up for you honey, to her retreating back, then turned to Jake. Where the fuck did you find her? Jake's face lit up at the obvious approval in his friend's tone, and he shrugged. Saved her from some pervert at the bus station, but I don't think even he was thinking about fucking her up the ass. Both laughed. A few moments later, the men's eyes landed on the young woman as she walked out, and leaned against the bar. Mark whistled, and Jake slid his gaze down the tight young body the lack of the tights, and shortness of skirt hinting at, but not quite displaying, what lay underneath, and the tousled hair giving her an alluring, and definitely less innocent, appearance. Don't you look just good enough to eat? Jake lifted his eyes to her face, and palmed the remote in his pocket. Much more than eat. Mark's tone was conversational, but his expression held the hint of a challenge as he approached Marissa on her way back. Have, you ever been with multiple guys Marissa, sucked a few cocks in one night? fantasised about bringing out your inner slut? The man's eyes glinted with mischief as he lifted the liquor glass to his lips, emptied the remaining contents in, and watched her over the rim. However, before he could hear her response, Jake chimed in from the other side. How does the vibe feel. You do have it in, don't you Marissa? The two, more experienced men, managed to contain their own growing arousal at the sight of the young woman directly in front of them, and the knowledge of what was to come. Each scanned her face to see the reaction as the toy, on it's lowest setting, was switched on inside her. Then the doorbell rang. Their heads shot around at the noise, and when Jake's attention returned to Marissa a moment later, a smile had crept onto his face. I want you to answer that. The low buzzing noise became slightly more audible as he dialled the toy up another notch, and motioned to the front door with his head. Introduce yourself, and find a bottle of tequila. Then you're going strip the rest of those clothes off, spread your legs, and make yourself cum. As Jake issued the instructions, Mark's hand landed on her shoulder, then drifted down to squeeze her ass. Unless you'd prefer my help? Max, Ian and Rick would never appear on the front cover of Esquire magazine, but as with Jake and Mark, each was a successful businessman in his late thirties or early forties, and was handsome enough in his own way. Enough for Jake to be confident that they wouldn't be met with looks of disgust from Marissa just as he was sure his buddies would take being greeted by an attractive young stranger with a toy in her cunt, in their stride. The doorbell rang a second time. Don't keep them waiting, Marissa. You're on the clock.