The End of Apartment 303

I ripped the covers off revealing my petite body in all its glory. "Yes Daddy," I whispered through my sultry lips.

I made a move to take off Tracy's soiled panties, but he gripped my hand, "Just pull them to the side. Return them to Tracy with a fresh load."

This was all so dirty, deliciously so. Kelly loved cum play, we all did, but this was new and exciting. "Yes Daddy," I repeated, my pussy already moist.

"Did you enjoy sleeping in Tracy's used panties covered in my cum?"

I am definitely into this new kink! Gazing deep into his eyes I moaned, "Mmm, yes. I love being your dirty little whore."

As he took his place between my legs I pulled the panties to the side, exposing my hairy pussy. Kelly ogled my cunt, making me a bit ashamed I hadn't manicured it recently, but then he licked his lips and said, "You are a dirty whore, and need a trim. I'm gonna have to shave that dirty pussy for you soon." I gave a pleasurable sigh thinking about Kelly preparing my body however he wanted it. I reached towards his rapidly growing cock. "No touching," he barked, again aping my words from our first night together.

I eyed him devilishly but drew my hand back. Then I lifted my knees next to my ears and spread my labia with my fingers. "Spit on my hairy cunt," I demanded forcefully.

"I thought I was in charge?" he chuckled.

"I'm not Charlie. You have free-use of me, but I'm always in charge," I smirked. There I go again, being intimidating when I'm truly afraid. But right then he was all mine... and I was all his.

Without further banter he spat on my exquisite entrance. I began smearing it aggressively over my lower lips. "You're eager to cum, aren't you? You dirty whore." We'd never played this role of name calling, but it seemed right in that moment and I loved it. I moaned and threw my head back into my pillow, eyes closed, pussy aching to be used. He stroked his cock slow and steady. I knew Kelly well enough to know he was more turned on by the view of me working myself than the tactile sensations he was doing to himself. When I inserted my middle finger inside my tight hole he began pumping faster. Precum oozed steadily when I added my ring finger. Gazing at him, his eyes locked on my sex, I thought his orgasm was nearing the surface, so I added my index finger to join the other two. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum soon," he whispered. Let's really give him a show!

"Hold on Daddy, I'm almost there." I shifted forward, leaning on one elbow, my gaze now locked on his throbbing cock. He audibly gasped when I sneaked my pinky and thumb inside myself. Frozen in place, he stared as my hand sank deeper and deeper. I exhaled loudly when my pussy swallowed past my knuckles. I'd been practicing fisting myself for a moment just like this and his reaction was everything I'd ever wanted. My forearm muscles began tensing repeatedly as I fist-fucked myself, and with a deep, throaty moan I said, "Cum for me Daddy. Cum all over me."

He didn't even have to pump his cock again. He had been unconsciously squeezing it in a death grip watching me fist myself. As soon as his pressure eased a massive deluge of cum doused me from fist to face. His hot cum painting my body sent bolts of electricity surging through me and wild animal sounds only heard in the deepest jungles echoed throughout the room.

Drool literally dropped from his mouth as I slowly removed my fist, such was the scene unworldly appetizing to him. God, I love him. Like a cat cleaning itself, I licked his cum off my forearm. I would never tire of tasting his milky load. Pure and fresh off of my body was my favorite, but eating it out of Charlie or Tracy was a close second. I continued up to lick my own juices off my hand and finished by sticking all five fingers into my mouth. I knew what I was doing and purred around my fingers.

Both of us jumped when Tracy's voice came from behind Kelly, "That's a nasty pussycat!"

Kelly and I shot our heads towards the doorway to see both Tracy and Charlie standing there, fingers inside themselves, Tracy still wearing Jamie's panties.

With another lick up my forearm, I said, "Tracy, I think your panties are ruined."

Tracy held her fingers up to Charlie's lips. Charlie engulfed them, passionately sucking Tracy's juices while Tracy said, "After that demonstration, I think yours are too." Then Tracy sucked Charlie's juices off the fingers presented to her.

- Chapter 3: Tracy -

"She's hot, isn't she?" I whispered into Kelly's ear. He was awkwardly standing in the middle of the bar, not knowing anyone at my company party I'd roped him into going to with me. I had gone to get us drinks, then disappeared into the crowd to chat with a coworker, leaving him alone, uncomfortable, and thirsty. Making Kelly uncomfortable gave me some weird satisfaction and I smiled watching him awkwardly shuffling his feet, surrounded by strangers. He was avoiding eye contact, clearly not in the mood for empty chit-chat. Then, he spotted my gorgeous coworker, Sydney, from across the bar. The young woman was beautiful, no doubt, but he was ogling her a little too much for my liking. The pangs of jealousy welled inside me, which was strange because I already shared him with two other women... three if I count our adventure with Cammi. But the way he was looking at Sydney was different. He wasn't just eyeing a beautiful woman, he was studying her. I'd had enough and I snaked up behind him, catching him still staring. I always pointed out beautiful people, asking him if he thinks they're attractive. Considering our experience with Cammi, and being in a four-way relationship, he never held back his opinion knowing I would never get jealous. I admired beautiful things, especially beautiful women, but...

He turned to face me. "Yeah, she is," he said flatly. "Do you know her? Does she go to the university?" Ouch, he already wants to know everything about her.

I hid my feelings and chuckled while handing him a drink. "Yeah I know her, I work with her." He took a sip of his drink without looking at what it was and cringed at the intense smoky taste. "Scotch... Neat. I thought that's what real men drink," I joshed.

"Ugh, I haven't drank scotch since..." Then, understanding my words, I finished his sentence.

"Since you were trying to impress Cammi." A self-congratulatory smirk spread wide across my face. He had to admit, I knew how to tease him better than anyone. "And no, I don't think you know her from campus."

He placed a hand on my hip and nonchalantly spun us in a one-eighty so he could see the blonde again. Fuck, he's obsessed. "Hmm, she looks so familiar."

No longer able to hold back, I snapped, "Whatever. You just have the hots for her."

His expression changed, something had clicked in his mind. I peered over my shoulder to see Sydney laughing, her head tilted back a little and displaying her bright smile. "Farrah Fawcett!" He exclaimed loud enough for a couple of people to turn in my direction.

"What? No, her name is Sydney," I clarified.

"She looks just like Farrah Fawcett from a poster I had on my bedroom wall when I was a kid." I stared at him with a blank expression, having no idea who Farrah Fawsett was. Kelly looked at me like I was from another planet, "Oh come on... Farrah Fawsett... Charlie's Angels... Logan's Run."

"How old are you?" I asked a little too earnestly.

"Oh fuck off. I'm not that old. My mom loves everything from the '70s. And I loved Farrah Fawsett."

"Jesus, stop saying Farrah Fawsett." I really am jealous. "Anyways, her name is Sydney. She was Ms. Chen's intern before me."

"Is Ms. Chen your boss?"

"Yes, do you listen when I talk to you about work?" Shit, that was passive aggressive as hell... It's because Charlie and Jamie got their orgasms and I'm pissed off horny. He'd wanted to satisfy me earlier in the day, but I had to help with the company party; therefore, I had to leave home before he could free-use my cunt in the shower.

"I just don't think you've ever told me her name before." He gave me a warm smile, "I know what you do and that you're a badass working for a badass woman. Now I know her name is Ms. Chen." Oh Kelly, he knows me better than I know myself sometimes. Fuck, I love him.

"I'm sorry, it's just been a day and now I'm drinking on an empty stomach." Kelly's expression changed again, like another lightbulb went off, but I continued, "Do you want to meet her?"

"Ms. Chen or Sydney?" he snarked. I playfully swatted his arm. "I do, but let's get some protein in you first." Yes, please, before I bite his head off if he looks at Sydney again. He took me by the hand and started towards the restrooms.

"The buffet is over there," I said while trying to pull him in that direction. He didn't say anything, me in tow until I realized where we were headed. Once I did, I skipped past him and pulled him into the ladies room. Finally, use my pussy. I didn't even check to see if anyone saw us. Fuck it, I don't care about these people as long as Ms. Chen didn't see.

Gripped in an embrace, lips locked together, we crashed into a stall. He turned and locked the door, turned back to me and I'd already dropped my panties to my ankles. "Make it quick, I can't get caught," I said while bustling my hips, hiking up my dress.

He turned me around by my shoulders and gently forced me over. My hands fell on the toilet tank with a clang. With me and the ladies, no matter how many times he came, he could always get hard. God he's the best! And it was no different then. He pulled out his quickly stiffening cock as he sucked on his thumb, eyeing my inviting asshole. While wetting my asshole with his thumb he massaged the entrance to my tight pussy with his cockhead, pleasuring himself in spreading my silky folds. I quietly moaned, "Mmm, that feels good, but hurry up and fuck me."

With that he plunged his thumb in between my tight ring of muscles, then used that hand to guide me back, spearing my pussy on his rod. The lid of the toilet tank rattled every time he thrust forward, only to guide me back by my asshole until he was balls deep again. After a dozen thrusts I reached down and fondled his testicles for a few thrust before I rubbed my clit. Like a metronome he pumped into me and pulled me back... pumped into me... pulled me back. I was close and my pussy began contracting around his cock. He drove as far into me as his cock would go, perfectly deep, and briskly thumb-fucked my asshole until I came. I had no idea if anyone came into the ladies room while we were in there, but if anyone was there at that moment there would've been no mistaking what was happening from the sounds I made.

It wasn't an earth-shattering, life-changing orgasm, but as always, Kelly satisfied me. Once my orgasm subsided I whispered, "Did you cum?"

"No, not yet. You need your protein, remember." Confused what he meant I spun around to face him. He moved to grab her hair but stopped just short. It was done up elegantly for the party and he almost ruined it. It hit me, Aha! My protein is waiting to be sucked out of him. I squatted down and eagerly gobbled up his cock, relishing in tasting myself on it.

I sucked and stroked at a frenetic rate, then sucked off the tip. "Give me your cum now! I need it." I knew how hot he thought it was when I, or the other ladies, begged for his cum, and that begging would speed up his orgasm. Doing what got Kelly hot and bothered was all fine and good, but begging for his cum was true. I loved his cum. The taste of it, the texture of it. The feeling of his cock pulsing as he emptied his balls. It was like a drug and drug addicts beg for their next fix. Sure enough it worked again. A few more tongue swirls and when I felt it throb and I sighed my approval through my nose. As soon as his first pulse emptied into my mouth I sucked hard needing that cum fix. Like a vacuum in an air duct, I hoovered everything he had to give and swallowed it down, gulp after gulp.

I stood, licked my lips, stared him in the eyes, and zipped his cock back inside his slacks. He dropped to a knee and grabbed my panties, then placed them in his pocket. "These are mine now," he grinned.

"Fuck, I'm already down one pair today," then playfully pushed him out of the way to exit the stall. I peered over my shoulder with a jubilant smile, smacked my ass, and said, "Thanks Kelly. I already feel much better."

- Chapter 4: Kelly -

Tracy had already exited the ladies room, but before I went back into the bar I gave myself a once-over in the mirror - straightening my tie, finger combing my hair, and brushing off my shoulders while winking at my reflection in self-congratulations. I pulled the door open, looked down to confirm that my zipper was zipped, and bumped right into Farrah Fawsett.

"Oh shit," I blurted out in shock. "My apologies."

"No, it's my fault. I thought this was the ladies room," Sydney replied in an earnest tone. Too embarrassed to correct her I just smiled and nodded, sliding past her towards the party. I took a few rushed steps towards the bar, desperate for a drink, then I heard her chuckle and that's when I knew she realized I was the one in the wrong restroom.

With a fresh beer in hand I spotted Tracy chatting with a young woman in a far corner. I sidled up next to her, not too close though as I wasn't sure how she wanted to introduce me to her coworkers. I extended my hand to the woman, "Hi, I'm Kelly."

"Hi Kelly, I'm Erin," she replied, giving me a firm handshake and strong, direct eye contact.

"Do you work with Tracy?" I asked, this being the first person at the party I'd actually talked to... besides my short exchange with Farrah Fawsett.

Tracy jumped in, "Ms. Chen is my boss. The founder and Executive Director of the non-profit." I was taken aback. When Tracy talked about her boss, how highly-esteemed she was and how much respect she commanded around the world, I incorrectly assumed she would be older and ornate. Ms. Chen, Erin, didn't look a day over thirty, fairly short in stature, and quite petite. She was dressed in a plain gray business suit, no fashion accessories except a thin gold ring on her right ring finger. I should've known better, I just studied inherent biases in class last week.

"Tracy, please," Erin said, snapping me away from my internal monologue. "Call me Erin when we're out of the office." Tracy gave a nervous smile to which Erin sensed her discomfort. "I know I'm stern and, for lack of a better term, bossy in the office, but you don't get respect in our world without having a cutthroat air about yourself. Especially being a young Asian woman. You being a young black woman will have to do the same, which I already see in you."

"Thank you Ms.... Erin," Tracy relied, standing straighter with the boost of confidence.

"Now you, tall white male," Erin eyed me. "You get whatever you want." I shifted nervously on my feet, blood draining from my face. "I'm just fucking with you Kelly. Relax, it's a party." I exhaled audibly while emitting a flustered laugh. "But it's true," Erin concluded while I drained my beer so I didn't have to respond.

Desperately needing out of this awkward conversation I said, "What I need now is another drink." Erin smiled at me knowing she'd made me uncomfortable and not giving a damn. As I backed away towards the bar, and as soon as Erin wasn't looking at me, I wide-eyed mouthed an "I'm sorry" to Tracy. She slyly winked, taking pleasure in me being uncomfortable.

With one more step backwards I bumped into someone. "I'm sorry," I said while spinning around. Sydney was glaring at me with a look of disdain. "Oh shit," I repeated to the beautiful blonde.

"Do you ever look where you're going?"

"Normally yes," I shook my head dejected. "I'm making a fool of myself to everyone tonight."

"I was just trying to razz you man, it's all good." Sydney glanced behind me, "Oh I get it. You were just talking to Ms. Chen. No wonder you're frazzled."

I perked up, "Seriously, is she always that intense?"

"Oh yes, but I also think she hates me. She loves Tracy though."

"Well I'm glad she's not my boss," I sighed.

Sydney chuckled, "Ha, yeah Ms. Chen is fierce. She used to be much worse. I mean, she's still scary, as you clearly saw, but there was an edge that chipped away last year." I nodded and looked over to Tracy, still in conversation with Ms. Chen. "Tracy's helped, those two get along much better than I ever did with her, but something else changed her before Tracy started." Sydney got lost in contemplation. Clearly, whatever happened to Ms. Chen last year was an itch that Sydney had yet to scratch.

While Sydney was thinking, staring off at nothing in particular, I took that moment to truly appreciate her scintillating aqua blue eyes. Just like Farrah. "You're Sydney, right?" She nodded while sipping a rosy red cocktail through a straw. I couldn't help but admire her puckered lips, the shade of her lipstick almost matching the color of her drink. "Tracy told me you were Ms. Chen's intern before her. I'm Kelly by the way."

Sydney delicately shook my hand. "Yeah, Tracy's roommate. She's told me about you and your other roommates." Hmm, I wonder how much she knows? Noticing my mental gears turning Sydney continued, "Don't worry, she only has great things to say about you."

"Tracy is a good liar," I quipped.

"However, she didn't tell me you like to use the ladies restroom."

I felt my cheeks flush a little. "I eh... Yeah, that was an honest mistake."

"Tracy may be a good liar, but you certainly are not." Fuck, did she see Tracy and I go in there together? Is Sydney going to gossip around the office? Tracy's going to kill me! Before I could retort Sydney added, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," and gave me a wink. Her tone assured me she wouldn't tell anyone about the ladies room, no matter if she did see Tracy and I go in together. Her wink assured me she was flirting and I couldn't help but get an ego boost. Farrah Fawsett thinks I'm hot!

At that moment Tracy walked over to us. "Hi Syd. I see you've met Kelly."

"Yeah, he's been trying to chat with me all night. He keeps bumping into me," Sydney replied, using air quotes.

"Twice is not all night, and they were accidents," I flirtatiously sneered at her. Tracy gave me a pondering look. Shit, I'm pretty buzzed. Stop flirting in front of Tracy. "Ms. Chen seems..." I trailed off trying to change the subject and not finding an appropriate word.

"Intense," Tracy finished. "Yeah, she is, but I admire that in her. Anyways, I'm exhausted. I've had my face-to-face with the boss, so I don't feel guilty about leaving. You ready Kelly?"

"Yup. I should probably leave the open bar. I've already embarrassed myself enough tonight."

"Aww, too bad. I was hoping you'd bump into Ms. Chen and start hitting on her," Sydney gibed. She gave me a cute, thin smile, winked again, then looked to Tracy, "Good to see you outside of the office Tracy. Let's hang out sometime. Do you surf?"

"I've always wanted to but never have. Can you teach me?"

"Totally, let's do it after work this week. Kelly, you should come too."

I shook my head, "I doubt it. Southern boys are no surfers."

"Your loss," Sydney grinned. "We'll chat about it on Monday, Tracy. Nice to meet you Kelly." And with that she turned and walked away, swaying her hips as she did.

"Are you going to tell me now that you don't have the hots for her?" Tracy said while lacing her fingering into mine. "Because I have the hots for her and I'm going to see her in a bikini."

As we walked towards the exit I confessed, "I can't lie, she is hot. But I already have a girlfriend. Three of them actually." I squeezed Tracy's hand trying to reassure her, and myself, that I didn't need anyone else in my life.