Free Use Experiment Ch. 02

Going red, Graham was embarrassed that anyone had paid attention to that. "I didn't mean for anyone else to hear that."

Unable to hide her smile, Carla shared a wink with Graham. "I was hoping you'd suggest me as the other woman over that Nadia bitch, but c'est la vie," she sighed sadly, "Sven was nice to look at, but he's not the only one." At this admission, she blushed, her eyes unable to keep focused upon him, despite having had no issues doing so previously.

"Well," Graham admitted, "I've not seen all of them yet..." He couldn't help but blush happily as she laughed. "Anyway, I'm sure you'll have a lot of... well, I was going to say offers, but I mean demands," he admitted sadly, "from lots of men. You're incredibly attractive."

She couldn't help but grin as Graham immediately went bright red when he realised quite how much he'd revealed.

"Well," she grinned, "I'm glad someone does at least, but I was sure that you and that other girl were an item."

Feeling put on the spot, he couldn't help but feel guilty at how he'd abandoned Georgia, even though he recognised that she had made this decision, and if things were different, he wouldn't be considering other options, but they were, so he was. He couldn't change her mind, so why shouldn't he do what he was expected to do, what he hated that he wanted to do?

"Well, we're not an item, so why don't we go and join your friends at the bar, have a few drinks, and hope that Lois doesn't do anything stupid."

As it turned out, it wasn't Lois who did something stupid, as she was practically catatonic as they reached the bar, Graham somehow managed to convince her to go to bed, telling her there was a drink waiting for her upstairs. Lying on the bed, as part of the payment to the barman, she'd passed out before she could even ask for a double. As they got back to the bar, the staff refused to serve any of them, reasoning that as Lois had been drunk, how did they know Gail, Lois and Graham weren't too?

Gail, already feeling guilty about how she'd been forced to behave by Rayne, decided the best way to prove she wasn't wasted was by revealing her breasts and screaming like an Amazonian. It will come as no surprise that they were kicked out of the bar, and while Graham knew he could have changed that with a simple sentence, he thought it best not to 'free use' his way into annoying the staff, especially as, with Clara working here, it wouldn't do her any good to get a reputation, even if it was due to her friend's behaviour. Gail, brought up to Clara's room still screaming bloody murder, fell to sleep within two minutes, snoring heavily as she lay across the bed, leaving Clara no space on a Queen-size bed.

Sighing heavily, Clara mimicked throttling her friend as she stood in the doorway to her room. While Graham's suite had multiple rooms, her front door merely led to a bed, the only other room the bathroom.

"If I knew which room was hers," Clara sighed, "I'd go sleep in that one. But I won't be allowed access to the system while I'm off duty, especially," she winced, "after that spectacle downstairs."

"Then come and sleep with me," Graham offered, before realising what he'd said, "I mean, come and sleep in the suite." He backtracked. "I bet there's more than enough space, and even if there aren't any more beds, there's definitely a massive sofa."

Looking back onto her bed, Clara nodded slowly.

"Agreed," she sighed, "I hope that Gina isn't sick in my room, because guess which fucker will be tasked to clean? That's right, this fucker." She jabbed both thumbs at herself looking peeved, but Graham could only laugh.

"Come on," he laughed drunkenly, "let's go get some sleep."

Closing the door to Clara's room, they caught the lift up to the suite with no interference, and upon discovering that the suite contained another bedroom, almost exactly the same as the one he'd already set up in, although the view was of the Las Vegas strip rather than the pool, it was agreed that they would each take a separate room. Graham's stated reasoning being that both of them were quite drunk, and he didn't want to take advantage of Clara's reduced inhibitions, but internally he admitted that the guilt over 'cheating' on Georgia also played a part. Also, the fact he was fucking knackered and would probably fall asleep atop of her played a part. Graham didn't remember getting into bed and fell asleep with his Switch on his face, Breath of the Wild on pause as he drifted off, his mind filled with uncertainty and alcohol.

It was two o'clock in the morning, an hour or so after Graham and Clara drifted off to sleep when Georgia was let off her shift.

"You've had your instructions," her supervisor, an older woman in a white coat, growled, "so if he's asleep, you're off the floor. If I were you, I'd spend my time sleeping to make sure I'm refreshed for tomorrow."

Nodding, Georgia paid no attention to her as she left the lab and immediately headed to the lift, pressing the button for Graham's floor. She'd told him to shag away, but she couldn't help the jealousy that flowed through her as she considered that exact situation. She admitted to herself that, more than anything, she wanted to spend the night with him.

Entering the suite with the extra key he'd given her, was initially confused by how the suite looked in the dark, and had opened three doors before recognising the bedroom. In the pale light that emanated from the strip, she could see him lying fully covered by the duvet, snoring gently, strangely attractively, and she felt lust flow through her body. Initially having considered sleeping next to him, she scrapped that idea upon feeling herself become aroused, deciding she needed to fuck him as soon as possible.

Stripping naked, she snuck under the sheets and gently touched his body, eliciting a sigh of contentment. Creeping up under the sheet, she remained between the legs, considering this the best way to reach his cock. She was going to wake him up in the best way she could. As her fingers brushed hair, she readied herself and crept up the bed to where a cock should have been waiting, where she would have taken it in her mouth, made him hard, and fucked him until he filled her once more.

What actually happened was, her tongue outstretched, she found herself licking pussy, an unmistakable lack of cock and sweet wetness coating her tongue.

Before she could remove herself, hands pressed against the back of her head and held her there, as the person she was giving oral to sighed in happiness, their hairy pussy dripping wet., it was a case of lick or don't breathe, so her tongue gyrated across this unfamiliar landscape.

Carla couldn't believe what an amazing dream she was having, as Graham was giving the best oral of her life! He was actually focused on her clit, a part of the body many men thought to be a myth, and she was so close! So...

"Ohhhhh!" She moaned in pure ecstasy, flooding Georgia's tongue with juice as she came hard. "Oh... Graham..." She moaned quietly, finally releasing her hold on the head that had been between her thighs. "That was amazing..." Partially awake from the intense experience, she moved the covers back, "I'm glad you decided you could do this, rather than thinking of... Georgia!" The name was shouted, shock pouring from her as juices had just poured from her pussy. With the bed covers removed, a naked curvy woman was revealed, rather than the more masculine body she'd been expecting. "What were you doing?"

Freed from Carla's thighs and the bed covers, Georgia sat up on the bed, stretching her neck. "Creeping into the wrong bed apparently. In the dark, I thought this was Graham's room, and, not realising there were multiple bedrooms, why would I consider there'd be a woman in the bed sleeping alone?" Stretching her jaw, she wiped her mouth dry. "I'll you what, you've got a strong grip. Were you asleep when you pushed my head down?"

Confused, Carla was almost hypnotised by the two pendulous breasts that kept moving before her, her own being somewhat less generously proportioned. "Well, yes," she answered, trying not to stare too hard, "obviously, I thought it was Graham..."

Despite the jealousy that flowed through every fibre of Georgia's being, it was tempered by the recognition that she had also fallen for him so quickly.

"Yes, he has that effect doesn't he," Georgia laughed, "he's trying to be good in an environment built for being a little bit naughty."

"A little bit?" Carla giggled, "I think that's being a bit generous."

They lapsed into silence, not quite sure of where to go next, two naked women lying on top of a bed together.

"Look," Georgia finally broke the silence, "it's getting late. What say we both get some sleep and surprise Graham in the morning with both of us?"

"Ooooh," unable to stop herself, Carla grinned like a Cheshire cat, "I like that idea. But..." her cheeks flushing, she tried to find the words, "I do feel guilty that you made me cum, and you haven't..."

Georgia admitted she was horny, otherwise, she wouldn't have tried to give Graham an oral surprise, and Carla was undoubtedly attractive, even if she was a few years younger than herself, but her body was telling her she didn't have the energy for much more.

"While my pussy's up for it," she admitted, "my body isn't. I'm knackered. Are you okay if I save myself for later? I'll even let you be the little spoon."

Eagerly, Carla lay on her side. "Am I ever!" moments later, she felt two enormous pillows pressed against her back, as well as the softness of Georgia's body, and slowly fell back to sleep, pleased with the events of the evening. Having been worried that she was going to have to give up on the idea of fucking Graham, instead, she'd ended up cumming hard on another woman's tongue and, in the morning, was hopefully going to get to fuck both Graham and Georgia. Her mind focused on the soft body behind her, as well as the body she hoped to have inside her, she couldn't wait to find out what happened in the morning...