Thruple

"I'll discuss it with her tonight. I've got a table booked near my new apartment and she's coming for a tour of the place."

"Just be careful with that new roommate of yours, if I know women Jess will be mad protective over you. You might even get that freaky jealous sex, if you're lucky."

Sally snorted as she couldn't help but laugh at the surprise on Drake's face. He didn't have chance to answer before the blonde woman disappeared off towards the staff kitchen.

Drake pulled out his phone, taking a couple cautious glances around the floor to ensure that Ellen, ice queen and office manager, was nowhere to be seen. It was getting close to the end of his second hour of overtime, and by his estimates Jess would have to be on the train by now if she had any hope of being on time for their meal. He typed up a quick message to ask her if she had caught the train okay.

I'm at home. It's too far for me to travel, I did say you shouldn't move all the way out there. We shouldn't be wasting our money on expensive travel or meals out, otherwise we will never have enough for the deposit. You can call me after work xx

To describe Drake as seething with rage would have been an understatement. Several pairs of eyes looked his way as Drake threw his phone down, causing it to bounce off his desk and hit the thin wooden partition between he and Sally's desks. He was grateful that no one asked him what the problem was, because he couldn't have come out with words right then if he wanted to.

His anger had nothing to do with having to cancel the reservation he had struggled to make on short notice, as it wasn't the first time Jess had torpedoed plans that they had discussed and agreed upon. He could deal with the odd unexpected change, but the fact that he hadn't seen her all week and was looking forward to showing her around his apartment meant this disappointment hit far harder than the many he had suffered in recent memory.

He packed away his things in silence; there was no way he could work productively when he was in the mood. Drake shut down his work computer, as per Ellen's mandatory requirement for each weekend, before he grabbed his jacket and got up to leave.

Sally was coming back from the kitchen, two cups of coffee in her hands, and looked bemused to see Drake walking towards her.

"Christ, I just made you a fresh cup; you could have said that you were leaving early."

Drake choked back his anger, restraining himself enough to make sure he didn't take it out on the woman.

"That bit- that girlfriend of mine has cancelled our plans, didn't even have the decency to tell me no doubt hours ago when she knew. In fact," Drake was keeping his tone even and voice quiet, despite the distance between them and his fellow workers, "this isn't the first fucking time she's let me down. I can't keep working in this mood, so I am out of here. I'll see you next week. Enjoy the break and thanks for the coffee, I really appreciate it."

Sally gave him a half smile as Drake stalked off. She was amazed that he managed to find some manners amongst all the anger he was carrying.

Drake marched up the now familiar carpeted steps mulling over what he was going to do with his evening now that his plans had been ruined. Perhaps he could call Ben and Gary to see what their plans were? Nah, they didn't seem the kind for a couple quiet pints in the pub, and he was definitely not in the mood for dance music and overpriced drinks.

He was glad that it was finally Friday, the weekend had not come soon enough. Drake felt like he had not stopped all week, having moved in on the Sunday and spent most nights working late to catch up on a project that the office had dumped on them. At least he qualified for overtime, even as an entry level graduate. He had already earmarked the money towards saving for a new laptop, and not a penny was going towards the fucking deposit.

The apartment door was unlocked when he tried the handle, much to his surprise since Amy usually locked it if she was the only person home at the time. When he opened the door and came to a sudden stop at the sight before him Drake was even more surprised it hadn't been locked.

Amy was pinned to the sofa, her legs wrapped around the back of a taller figure. Two tanned and bare breasts were pressed heavily into Amy's bra and an assortment of clothing could be seen strewn all over the apartment. Drake imagined that he could chart the lovers progress through the apartments from where each item had been stripped off, but that would mean taking his eyes off such a sight.

It was Amy who noticed him first, her voice breathless when she broke the kiss as she expressed her surprise at the interruption.

"Sorry, Drake, I didn't expect you to be home so soon and things just kinda..." her shrug told him everything he needed to know. A few moments later and he'd have witnessed full blown lesbian sex -- if only he had not left work early, he could have been in for more of a treat.

"It's not your fault, Jess cancelled on me last minute and I didn't think to call ahead."

"That is her loss, gorgeous. I finally get to meet this mysterious tenant I've heard all about. Lauren," the red-haired woman announced as she untangled herself from Amy and stood to offer her hand.

Drake didn't move. Whether Lauren realised it or not he couldn't say, but she at least didn't seem fazed that she was naked from the waist up. Before him were two modest sized breasts that Drake could not fight the urge to stare at, and gawk he did.

Lauren was tanned all over, breasts included, with her brown areola's the only things darker than her skin tone. Her breasts were a decent handful, and barely had moved as she uncurled and stood up from the sofa: gravity had no hold over this woman.

"At least buy a lady a drink before ogling her like some prized slab of meat." Lauren teased, her smile giving way to a laugh as Drake's cheeks flushed swiftly with embarrassment.

"Fuck, sorry about that. I-I was just a little caught off guard is all."

"It's no problem. I'll let you in on a secret," she said, stepping towards Drake until she was so close that he could feel the heat radiation from her skin. "One thing that really turns me on, is seeing what effect my body has on others."

Drake almost leapt out of his skin as he felt a long finger trace along the outline of his cock, slowly moving from the base of his cock all the way to the throbbing tip and back again. Lauren's bright green eyes stared deep into his own as she gently wrapped her hand around his shaft; he couldn't help but pulse strongly in her hand as Lauren's hungry gaze was filled with a passion he had not seen in forever.

"It would be such a shame to not put such a weapon to use tonight. Why don't you join us? Amy can be very accommodating, and it would be so wasteful to only use this for jerking off."

Never had he struggled so much for words as in that moment. Though, in his defence, never had a semi naked woman been so bold as to slowly, and ever so gently, stroke his shaft through his suit trousers whilst trying to coax a coherent answer out of him. What felt like a lifetime of torturous bliss, but was likely mere seconds, was interrupted by Amy.

"Babe, you can't be doing that; Drake is happily spoken for, and we don't want to be splitting couples up again. Get your shirt on before you give the poor guy an aneurysm."

"That's a shame," Lauren answered as she gave his penis one final squeeze and released her grip. "If that relationship status changes maybe we'll revisit my proposition, with this lovely lady's permission, of course.'

Drake turned to look at Amy for the first time in what seemed an age. The skin above her bra constrained breasts had turned a light shade of red, and he noticed by the way her bosom was heaving that she was breathing far faster than someone laying on a comfy sofa would normally. If he didn't know any better Drake would say Amy was almost as turned on as he was.

"I'll, erm, I'll keep that in mind. It was very nice meeting you; I think that I'll head to my room and give you two a bit of privacy."

Without even taking his shoes off Drake skirted around the women, the discomfort of his engorged erection encouraging him to move as swiftly as he could to finally be free of the prison his clothes had him trapped within.

"Don't feel like you must hide yourself away, we'll move things into my bedroom so that you can make food and relax in relative peace. I'll do my best to make sure she keeps the noise down." Amy's words were rewarded by Lauren sticking her tongue out at such a remark.

"Thanks. And sorry, again, for walking in on things. I'll see you in the morning."

Drake closed the door swiftly behind him, careful not to cause it to slam and leave the girls thinking he was in any way annoyed at them. Quite the reverse, he felt a sort of anger directed entirely at himself for all the thoughts rushing through his head, not least of which involved taking Lauren up on her offer and likely having the time of his life.

Within moments Drake had stripped off his suit, throwing the clothes on his bed rather than waste time hanging them up. He tore through his drawers until his trusty fleshlight and a bottle of lube were soon in his hands.

Drake was a veteran fleshlight user, having practiced often enough to know exactly what was the right quantity and coverage of lube to ensured the most satisfying of wanks. He deployed such expert technique to apply a thin coating of lubricant all over his veiny shaft, making sure the bulbous cockhead was not left out of the party. Lastly, he ran his finger up and down the silicone lips of his Miss Harper fleshlight.

In the low light from his desk side lamp Drake's cock glinted. Despite his burning desire he was slow, methodical in his actions as he offered up his cockhead to the lips he would soon spread and delve between. With a back-and-forth motion of his wrist, a technique honed through his teenage years and now perfected for his prized sex toy, Drake slid inch by blissful inch into the awaiting pussy.

It was always tight, but this time his rock-solid erection conspired to burst out of the mould, the pleasure he felt mixed with pain. Drake was careful and ensured to take his time, despite the burning desire to bury himself to the hilt. Drake's thick dick spread pre-cum and lubricant all throughout the many ridges and bumps of the "perfect pocket pussy" his friend had surprised him with a little over a year ago.

His first thoughts were of Lauren, tall, beautiful, and positively exuding confidence. In his mind it wasn't a fleshlight he was driving himself further and further into, but her tight, wet hole. Despite only having met her several minutes ago Drake could already imagine the woman in all her glory, spread out on the bedsheets and inviting him in to fuck her senseless. He'd love to take her small brown nipples in his mouth and suckle them to his heart's content, all the while driving his throbbing cock home.

A pang of shame shot through Drake rather suddenly, as his mind's eye looked up from the slick lips gripping his cock to see not the face of Lauren, but Jess, staring back at him. The guilt was enough for him to suppress his thoughts of Lauren, reluctantly so.

He focused on picturing Jess, having to scrunch his eyes to override the fresh imagery of Lauren. The scowl she wore disappeared as, in his mind, she wasn't terse and irate like she had been only a week ago. Instead, dressed in only a sheer babydoll, before him was the woman he had began dating three years ago.

Her curves were in all the right places, the swell of her breasts and the roundness of her hips drawing him in. Her pale, almost skin-coloured nipples, were barely visible through the pink babydoll, which had opened to show off her stomach. Jess had never been supermodel thin, as much as she seemed to desire so, but Drake would never complain about her curvaceous body. He found all body types attractive, so long as there was some inner confidence to back it up with.

He leant down to kiss her gently, Drake having to show patience as Jess kept her lips pursed together before finally relenting to open her mouth. Their tongues met softly, twirling slowly around one another. Drake pulled away and looked into her wide eyes, seeing the blown pupils of her grey staring right back at him. Jess watched as he began to trail kisses down her body, at first planting kisses on her jaw, her neck, and along her collarbone, before moving further south. Drake maintained eye-contact as best he could, getting a kick out of how her breasts shuddered with Jess's spiking heart rate.

"I just need to use the bathroom; you go ahead and get the toys ready." He heard Lauren call out through his closed door.

The sudden distraction pulled him out of the fantasy. Drake couldn't believe just how brazen and unashamed Lauren was to loudly declare such things, knowing fine well he could hear her through his bedroom door. Drake's hand increased in pace and his cock almost ached with how hard he was. All thoughts of Jess deserted him, instead running through his mind now were Amy and Lauren.

Soon they'd be touching each other's bodies, just like he had witnessed when entering the apartment. Except now both would be fully naked, Amy's large breasts rocking back and forth on her chest as her breathing quickened in anticipation, watching on as Lauren took charge as she moved between her lover's legs to lap at Amy's glistening pussy. He was far too focused to realise that he had replaced the two gorgeous women for himself and Jess as his fantasy continued.

He didn't hear more than feel the slight change in the air as his bedroom door opened, causing him to turn to look at his unexpected visitor. Lauren was no more clothed than she had been moments before.

"I fucking knew it!" She said, staring down at the fleshlight he held firmly in his grasp. "No, don't stop because of me; I want to see you stroke that fat fuckstick of yours."

There was but the faintest hint of a conscience within his head, the quietest of voices that only seemed to whisper that this wasn't something he should do; Drake paid no notice to anything it had to say.

Slowly, at first, he resumed the long strokes of his dick, gliding in and out of the tight silicone vagina that gripped his shaft tightly. Only when Lauren, her eyes glued to what his hand was doing, grabbed at her left breast and started gently twisting and pulling her erect nipple did he begin to increase the pace.

The faster he moved the more erotic her expression became as the woman's confident grin faded fast. Lauren, whether she knew it or not, was bitting on her lower lip, her eyes fixated on the sex toy in Drake's hand.

"Show me how good you are at those slow, deep strokes; I want to see all of your cock before it fills her up."

He was more than happy to oblige. Drake watched Lauren's face intently as he pulled his cock fully from the fleshlight, leaving the head to rest against the fake lips. He rotated his hips enough so that she could see his full length unsheathed, which rewarded him with a quiet moan that escaped Lauren's mouth - he almost came in that moment.

With one long, slow stroke Drake filled the fleshlight with his cock. Lauren's eyes were fixated on his member, and she seemed oblivious to anything else going on around her. Drake kept the tempo going, moving his wrist in a steady yet slow rhythm to fully spear his cock into the toy.

The woman was rubbing her thick thighs together, in time with the massaging of her breast. Drake couldn't stop himself from speeding up, the desire to blow his load taking over any logic left inside his brain. Both were breathing heavily as they watched each other getting off.

He closed his eyes, barely for a second, and flinched as a hand grabbed his own. Snapping his eyes open he found Lauren looking deeply into his eyes once again.

"Let me drive, this looks like too much fun for you not to share."

He wasn't in the mood to object as the lithe beauty walked around him, her body pressed gently against his back as he released his hold.

Lauren may not have been as familiar as he was with the toy, yet the way she moved the toy along his length belied any lack of skill. Drake closed his eyes once more, focusing on the feelings racing through his body. The moulded pussy clamping onto his thick cock was all powerful, but now there was the softness of the two breasts that, intermittently, rubbed up against him, and the heat of Lauren's breath on his shoulder and neck to contend with.

Surely this wasn't cheating, Drake thought between the sensations of mind-blowing pleasure. He had used the toy for nigh on a year, and never felt any guilt for doing so; what did it change if it was someone else's hand that was doing the movements?

In an instance the tight grip of the ridged silicone was removed, and the gentle breeze of air coming through from the living room caressed his exposed penis.

"Now that is a nice fucking cock you've got on you." Lauren spoke softly into his ear.

Drake's eyes snapped open in shock once again. He felt his body go rigid, unresponsive to his thoughts or commands. Drake was just a passenger on whatever crazy adventure she wanted to take him on. He flinched as her hand wrapped around his shaft in a strong grip. The feeling of skin on skin was a thousand times better than when Lauren had teased him through his clothing, and Drake was surprised he didn't cum immediately.

Her movements were fluid, the lubricant he had put on helping her soft hand to glide effortlessly up and down his shaft. Whilst she started off slowly very soon her movements matched what his had been moments ago, though the sensation was far better.

"Amy is always the sensible one, saying such dull things as banning me from teasing you just because of a silly little thing like a girlfriend. Tell me, does this girlfriend of yours ever make you this hard?"

All too quickly he answered her, quietly, with, "No, never."

"Just what I thought. You must be in so much pain, I can feel just how fucking hard you are. Well," somehow Lauren found the last remaining space between them as she squished her firm breasts into the bare skin of his upper back, "how about you imagine putting this cock of yours to good use. Perhaps with by lips wrapped around your cockhead... ooh, that certainly excited him. Or, maybe you'd rather be sliding this hot, thick, meatstick into Amy's velvety smooth cunt that I'll be fucking as soon as I am done with you?"

That was it. What little willpower he had left to prolong his orgasm and keep himself in this blissful moment was eradicated at the mention of such visual imagery. His head was filled with what Lauren wanted him to picture and his body tensed up to signal eruption.

Her free hand wrapped around his mouth, not too strongly but enough to gag Drake, as Lauren jerked him faster and faster.

"That's right, cum for me, blow your fat load as I stroke your big dick."

Her wish was his command. Drake swore he lost vision for a moment, his sight turning white as his balls constricted and hot sperm erupted from his dick. The feeling lasted an age, far longer than any orgasm he had ever had. Once his body had stopped convulsing, he looked down to see the most sperm he had ever produced. The carpet was coated in it, as was his dick and most of Lauren's hand.

"Wow, now that is impressive." Lauren kept her grip as she slowly dragged her hand from base to tip before releasing her hold over him. "I don't think I've seen a cumshot that impressive before, save for porn perhaps."

Lauren stepped around him and, standing with her back to the doorway, stared into his eyes as she raised her cum covered hand to her mouth. Her long tongue extended to lick the thick sperm from her palm, the fluid coating her tongue as she gathered it all in. She made a show of swallowing his load before slowly sucking each one of her digits.