"Oh, God," Pat moaned.
"You're getting to her, old buddy," Brock laughed. "Just a little more. She loves it, but she's too proud to admit it."
"Christ, I just hope I can hold out," Ted moaned.
It wasn't easy for him to hold back his own climax as Pat's cunt grew ever tighter, hotter and more creamy. But it was a challenge for him to conquer this tall aloof woman, and he sawed away, gritting his teeth, trying to make her come. Brock felt the challenge, too, and he drew closer, watching eagerly.
"Come on, bitch," Brock hissed, "quit being phony. You know you dig my buddy's fucking. Let yourself go, for chrissake."
"Fuck you," Pat gasped.
She didn't ordinarily use rough language, but she was so angry at Brock that it just slipped out. She hated the way he was using her. And to make matters worse, she felt herself rising swiftly to the brink of orgasm. Ted's steadily sawing cock, stuffing her little box again and again, was making her unbearably lusty.
"Let me try something else," Ted panted. "I know what'll bring her off."
He put all his weight on Pat's tall lush body, so that his slamming cock rubbed again and again, over her sensitive little clit. That was her undoing. She just couldn't resist all that hot friction on her lusty little love-bud. She felt a body-wracking climax washing over her, and she couldn't make it stop.
"Ooooo," Pat wailed.
Her lovely body rocked and bucked as the orgasm ripped through her. Her coming was so violent that Ted was almost thrown off her spasming body. He grunted and dug his prick deep into her gushing little hole, and then Pat felt the hot blast of his come. They writhed together a few more moments, and then Ted pushed himself away, his limp wet dick slipping out of her.
"Fantastic piece of ass," he sighed, getting to his feet.
Pat closed her eyes and blushed deeply. She was so ashamed of herself for letting go like that, for behaving like a slut with this red-haired stranger. Brock had won his evil little game. He'd used her like a whore, and she'd behaved like one. She just thanked God that Trish would never have to know about this embarrassing evening.
"My turn," Brock said.
Pat's eyes snapped open, and to her horror she saw that Brock had stripped naked. He was standing over her, grinning, and his blue-veined seven-inch dick was swollen and ready, pointing up stiffly and leaking big hot bubbles of juice. Pat sobbed in disbelief. She'd never dreamed that she'd have to fuck BOTH men. She suddenly leaped to her feet and raced for the door.
"Hold it, bitch," Brock snapped.
He caught her by the wrist and easily dragged her back. Pat screamed and struggled. Brock managed to throw her over the arm of a chair, her legs dangling over the edge, her pert little ass stuck high in the air. Before she could move, Ted was there, holding her in place.
"That's it," Brock panted. "Just keep her like that till I'm in."
"Oh, noooo," Pat moaned.
But it was the same story all over again. She couldn't fight off two men. Ted held her draped over the chair arm while Brock got behind her and pressed the hot hard head of his cock against her tiny tight cunt mouth. She moaned in total humiliation as she felt his thick meat gliding into her.
"Yeah, do it to her, buddy," Ted panted. "Fuck that bitch good."
Just like Brock, Ted got off on watching another couple make it. Pat felt his hands getting hot and sweaty as he watched Brock's thick swollen cock gliding between her plump scarlet cunt-lips and sliding slowly up her hot little box. Again Pat felt anger and horror at being used this way, but it was too late to do anything about it. Brock's fat prick stuffed her completely, butting her tender womb.
Then he started to fuck her. He didn't do it slowly and leisurely like Ted. He knew her too well. He knew that the quickest way to get her aroused was to ball her fast and deep and hard. Pat gasped and gritted her teeth, trying to blot out the sudden dizzying pleasure of his fucking.
"Oh no, no, NO," she moaned.
"Come off it, baby," Brock panted. "I know you love it. I'll have you coming in no time."
That was exactly what Pat feared. She didn't want to disgrace herself a second time that evening by losing her self-control. Brock fucked her furiously, slamming his rigid meat again and again in her boiling little cunt, while Ted watched with a wicked grin. The noise of Brock's fucking got loud and lewd and wet.
"Ohhhh," Pat wailed, "Ohhhhh."
She heard the men chuckling as her hot arousal became obvious, but she couldn't hold back the stunning pleasure that melted her whole body. She'd been a fool to go five years without a man – now she couldn't even resist a man she despised. She felt a second blinding orgasm ripping through her belly.
"Ahhhhh," she screamed, "Yes."
Her lovely body rocked and writhed, and her clit tightened hungrily around Brock's slamming dick. He gave a yelp of sharp pleasure as he felt his cock deliciously squeezed and milked. Then he was coming right along with her, filling her red-hot little box with sizzling come. Pat was still writhing and moaning a moment later when Brock staggered back from her, his cock limp and dripping. He and Ted exchanged smug grins.
"Okay, baby, get dressed," Brock sighed. "I'll run you back to the club."
Pat felt too humiliated to speak. She quickly got into her costume, put on her coat, and silently accompanied Brock to his car. When he let her out at the club, he kissed her, but Pat felt nothing. She was still stunned by her own wanton behavior with Brock and his buddy.
The moment Pat was inside the building, Brock grinned and drove around to the service entrance in back. Leaving the motor running, he went in and found Trish cleaning off plates in the kitchen. Her innocent little face lit up at the sight of him.
"Time for a little break, honey," he told the girl. "I want you to come for a ride with me."
CHAPTER SIX
Trish grabbed her coat and followed Brock out to the car. She was thrilled that he'd asked her to come for a ride. Surely that meant he had more than an average interest in her. She felt very excited as Brock wheeled out into the late night traffic.
"Where are we going, Brock?" the pretty teenager asked.
"There's a friend of mine in town, Ted Grace," Brock said. "I want you to meet him. I'd like you to hang out with us, Trish, help us have a little party."
"Super," Trish chirped.
Now she really felt flattered. Of all the women working at the club, Brock had chosen her to help entertain his old friend. Trish practically ran and skipped as she accompanied Brock into the impressive hotel building and up to Ted's top-floor suite.
Ted himself answered the door and ushered them into the lavishly-decorated living room. Trish thought the red-haired man was quite attractive, though not of course as handsome as Brock. Under Brock's instructions she mixed all of them a drink and went to sit with the men.
"So you're Trish?" Ted said with a grin. "Brock's told me a lot about you."
"Thank you, sir," Trish said bashfully.
Had she been as observant as her mother, she would have noticed something odd about the men's smiles. "Hey, just call me Ted," the red-head chuckled. "I'm hoping we'll get to be real good friends, honey."
Trish just smiled, not having the slightest idea of his real meaning. Unlike Pat, she didn't pick up on the strange vibes in the room. And when Brock pulled her closer to him on the couch, she innocently snuggled up against him. She saw nothing wrong with Brock caressing her in front of Ted.
"How do you like these costumes I picked for my bus girls?" Brock said.
"Fantastic," Ted laughed. "No wonder guys keep coming back to your club."
Trish did look adorable in her tiny pink costume which showed the pert little globes of her ass, her tiny firm waist, and her pointed apple-size tits. She was a blonde and golden contrast to her raven-haired mother, such a delicious contrast that the two men could barely contain themselves. Brock had his arm around her, and he reached up and playfully squeezed one soft warm tit through her tight costume.