Unicorn Ch. 01

"That's why you love me though," his familiar, deep authoritative voice came from the door. Here they were, all together, with nowhere to go and all night to get there. "I'm surprised you girls didn't start without me," Mark chuckled as he entered the kitchen. His hands were full of bags, obviously he had been shopping. He looked elegant as well, as if they'd both thought of the perfect clothing for seduction. He wore a white dress shirt but it clung to his body, thicker and softly creased in his elbows and on the back. The collar was open and the sleeves were folded on his forearms. He wore linen pants and seemed like he was ready for a tropical vacation. Gone were the circles under his eyes, today he glowed and looked beautifully tanned. He was every bit the king of her naked body and when Mr. Preston leaned in for a soft kiss, Lauren sighed loud enough for both of them to hear.

"We would have started if you got here after Lauren finished her drink," Mrs. Preston stated.

"That's why I was prompt," the king told his wife. "Didn't want my girls to forget about me."

Mrs. Preston gave him a drink from her glass and Lauren watched them intently. They kept their eyes on each other, consumed with the other. "We couldn't forget about you, my love," Mrs. Preston purred.

Once he swallowed, he looked back and forth between the two of them. Mr. Preston had a rapturous look of excitement, he was almost radiant. "Give me five minutes, ladies, so that I can make some preparations and then please bring your beverages to the bedroom."

He bowed with a flourish and his wife chuckled as he walked away. "He's such a ham, but he's got a really good heart," Mrs. Preston said with a hum.

And an amazing ass, Lauren thought as she watched him walk away. Like the rest of his body, it was big, it was solid and sturdy. She was sure that it was fleshy over muscle and by the shape of the back of the linen pants, it was beautiful.

It hadn't been five minutes when Mr. Preston announced, "I'm ready for you."

Mrs. Preston took Lauren's hand and knit her fingers through carefully. They padded slowly to the bedroom. The floor changed from marble to wood to carpet and the rug was thick and soft and their feet didn't make a sound here. Lauren wondered if Mrs. Preston was as nervously excited as she was. After all, the Prestons had done this before, a bunch of times. Something about the way that the dark haired woman looked at Lauren, so serious, made it seem like it was new for her as well.

"Ta da," Mr. Preston gestured to the bed with a grin.

Lauren had never been in the bedroom so she had nothing to compare it to but it was even more amazing than the living room. The wall on the north side was also floor to ceiling windows. They had a magnificent view of the Gold Coast and Evanston and Lauren thought that on a clear day, she might even be able to see all the way to the McCullum's hovel.

The bed was large, had to be king sized and the headboard was purple fabric with a sheen. There were black sheets on the bed and only sheets. They had stripped it of any other bedding, this was now a place for sex instead of sleep. There were candles everywhere and even though it was the middle of the afternoon, it was overcast and the candles gave it a feeling of dusk. There were cushions on the floor at the foot of the bed along with a bench and she imagined any one of them there, watching, as the other two melted into an embrace.

The black lacquer dresser to the left had a variety of sex toys laid out and bottles of different lubricants. Everything gleamed in the glow of the candlelight. There was a scent here, a heavy, sweet smell and it mixed with the scent of longing and brought a tingle to Lauren's skin. "Do you like it?" Mrs. Preston asked as she placed her margarita glass on the dresser.

It was a love nest. It was the most perfect hidden away place for lovemaking that Lauren had ever seen and she wasn't sure if she could even speak. "I do," she murmured and turned to stare at her queen and worship her with her eyes.

"Oh good," Mrs. Preston clasped Lauren in her arms and Lauren could feel the woman's pulse as she pressed into Lauren's body. "Good," she said it again as she swept Lauren's cascade of thick, blonde curls over her shoulders. "I want you to like us," Mrs. Preston clasped Lauren's face and they touched noses. "God, I just want you so much."

Lauren wrapped her arms around Mrs. Preston's waist. Like this, face to face, she could feel the heat from between both of their legs rise and their hips sealed together. "I want you," Lauren kissed Mrs. Preston with her lips closed. It was just a taste, a moment of relief, "So much. Both of you," Lauren couldn't stop kissing and she felt the heat dissolving through her saturated panties. "Both of you so much."

Mrs. Preston couldn't have looked more pleased. Her eyes made Lauren's body respond with a wave, almost as if every inch gasped all at once as the dark haired woman possessed her with her mouth. This was the kiss of abandon. The kiss where a queen took a fledgling concubine and filled her body with a prickly heat and an endless yearning that she could feel in her heart.

Mrs. Preston's tongue explored Lauren's mouth in a way that had never happened before. The woman would know her by taste alone after this. Her tongue was hot and surprisingly long and Lauren's was fat and wet and anxious . Lauren felt some spit trickle down her chin and spill on the tee shirt. She was literally drooling for Mrs. Preston.

"Does this mean that I finally get to undress you, sweetheart?" Mrs. Preston asked with her hands still wrapped in Lauren's hair.

Lauren nodded and it was half shiver. She might be shaking all over or she might just be on the verge of an orgasm just like this, she thought. She put her hands up and Mrs. Preston pulled her tee shirt up, over her head.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lauren saw Mr. Preston as he sat slowly on the bench. His eyes were riveted on Lauren and his wife. He sat with his sturdy thighs parted and she noticed that he was too hard to sit any other way. His thick cock lay against his hip, a bulge in his pleated vacation pants. A big bulge that Lauren couldn't fit in one hand.

Well fuck, she thought and tossed her hair down her bare back as she looked up at the ceiling. She hadn't worn a bra today either and Mrs. Preston purred as she let her trembling fingers fondle Lauren's nakedness. "These little buds," she said with a catch in her voice that seemed to betray that Mrs. Preston might be dripping for Lauren as well. "Perfect little breasts," she sighed and cupped them, one in each hand. She turned Lauren and whispered intimately, "Show Mark, darling."

Mrs. Preston held Lauren at the waist as Lauren displayed herself for the sultan. "What a beautiful girl," he said in a parched voice, full of delicious desire. He brought his eyes up to meet Lauren's but couldn't help himself. They came right back to her nipples and his heavy gaze matched his hand that fondled his cock openly as he stared. Mr. Preston pushed his pelvis and made a growl. It was this gruff, almost foreboding noise that came from his throat as he touched himself. "My little concubine," he whispered and Lauren felt the pulse there at her core.

God, would she cum like this? Could she cum without even touching herself?

Mrs. Preston kissed Lauren's neck all the way to her shoulder and reached around Lauren's body. Her left hand grazed Lauren's nipples and her right hand passed over her crotch, up and down. Lauren's skirt would be wet too in a minute. "Can I take down your skirt, honey?" Mrs. Preston asked, her hot breath on Lauren's bare back made her sigh.

She nodded. Yes, take it off. Rip it off, all of it. She never wanted to wear clothes again.

Lauren shuddered as she felt the material slide down her hips and then to her legs. It skimmed her body and fell to the floor. Mrs. Preston took in her breath sharply. "Pink panties," her voice quivered, as if those two words were everything there was to say.

Mrs. Preston was behind her. The woman's hair tickled Lauren's back as her deft fingers, today bare of all jewelry, reached inside Lauren's panties. "My god," the woman's whole body shook, as well as her hand as she opened Lauren's lips up wide. "You're soaking wet, Lauren," she whispered, shocked and it seemed like Lauren should tell.

"I've been wet for you since the beginning," Lauren said in a small voice. She sounded ashamed of herself and maybe she was. At least, just a little because good girls didn't masturbate to things like this, let alone do them.

"I can't wait anymore," Mrs. Preston was burning up through her slippery sleeve of a dress. It felt like she had a fever as she pressed her crotch against Lauren's voluptuous backside. The stir, there it was, the warm press of Mrs. Preston's bush. No panties, just naked and long and glowing and wet under the fabric.

Before Lauren could reach behind her and boldly touch her queen right there, Mrs. Preston pushed down Lauren's panties and they dropped to the floor to join her skirt.

Mr. Preston let out a long, loud moan.

Mrs. Preston whispered, "I told him you have the most exquisite, little angel pussy I've ever seen." She kissed Lauren's shoulder and then her back and then there was a flurry of kisses on her body. "And you're so wet. God, I couldn't have hoped you'd be so ready."

Mr. Preston crooked his finger to her, to both of them. They were to come to him, come to the man with the enormous bulge. When Lauren was within arm's reach, he pulled her to his lap. His eyes were ravenous and his mouth was greedy and his tongue delved into Lauren's mouth. Mr. Preston licked her on her tongue the way she knew that he would lick her clitoris and it was her clit that responded. It was a hot, wet whelp of sensation and sound and passion. Lauren knew that she'd just wet the place on his pants where his bulge was closest to the surface.

Mrs. Preston wrapped her body behind and pressed her husband and their concubine tighter together. Mr. Preston moaned into Lauren's mouth and his persistent tongue dipped deeper and deeper inside. Lauren's body melted and shivered, every inch radiated with the desires of two.

"Wait," Mr. Preston pulled away suddenly. The man panted hard as if he'd just run uphill. "Wait, I can't be this far gone already. Goddamn, my whole body is shaking. I've got to slow down. Sharon?"

His wife moaned into Lauren's hair and a dribble of her saliva dripped down Lauren's back. "I know," she said in a shaky, dry voice. "But I don't want to wait anymore," and Mrs. Preston went back to kissing Lauren desperately.

"My love, we've waited this long," the king reminded Mrs. Preston and there was the shadow of years of intimacies there in his eyes that shone for the woman he loved. Lauren could feel his wife surrender.

"Lauren, you stand there," he was the king and he was used to issuing commands, maybe lots of them. In the bedroom and anywhere else he saw fit. Lauren scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could. Her limbs were heavy and uncoordinated and all the blood in her body seemed to course through her crotch. Mr. Preston nodded and pointed to the place. "There, that's perfect. Sharon," he patted the place on the bench for her. "You're going to sit here with me once you've taken your wet dress off."

Mrs. Preston; cool, elegant Mrs. Preston wiggled the top down to her waist and stepped out of the tube dress. In an effort to get naked as quickly as possible and push the clothes away, she almost fell over following Mr. Preston's directions.

Her large breasts bubbled up and her nipples were ridges, all stiff and pointed and needed to be sucked. Mrs. Preston's buds were a mesmerizing, deep red. Her slender hips were in the shadows cast by her breasts and then there was the black, glistening valley of her fur. Lauren was drawn to it, she couldn't take her eyes from Mrs. Preston's hairy pussy. The scent came from her there. It was the heady, heavy scent of sex and liquid and heat. Lauren imagined that if she pressed her face between Mrs. Preston's legs that it would burn.

"My love," Mr. Preston murmured and ran his hands intimately over her, lovingly skimming his wife's curves. His fingers knew her well and he too, must be fascinated by her full bush. He let his hand stay there and basked in his wife's want. "You really can't wait any longer, can you darling?"

"No," she said, her body was for her husband but her eyes were for Lauren.

"Would you masturbate for us, Lauren?" he asked and the words sent shivers down her spine. All limp and loose and languid like this, Lauren whimpered and nodded. She was lost in how swollen her damp, lower lips were. She'd never masturbated in front of anyone before.

"And we'll masturbate and watch you." Mr. Preston rose to his feet and quickly began to unbutton his shirt. "Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll be in a panic and I don't want to spoil this by hurrying." His voice was calm and soothing. It was the reassuring voice of reason and Lauren wanted to hear it in her ear as he guided her with her fingers on her body.

His bare skin gleamed. His olive skin was beautiful and smooth and scented. Mr. Preston was thick, he had bulk to him and every button that he opened revealed something new and wondrous. His chest was powerful and his arms were strong. His neck was muscular and his belly was rounded. His chest hair began in the center and ran in a thick, black trail to the button on his pants.

His muscular shoulders flexed as he took his shirt off. His wife reached out with a deeply contented sigh and her fingers groped his pounding erection through the front of his pants. She seemed to touch him like it was the very first time, leisurely and almost reverently. "Baby, thank you," she said and blew him a kiss. "You always know what I want."

Mr. Preston smiled and took his pants down. Once the linen pants were gone, all Lauren could see was Mr. Preston's naked body. His legs were powerful as well but Lauren's eyes weren't studying his legs.

It was his cock. It beckoned to Lauren, like it knew her. Like it was greeting her and it throbbed and slapped Mr. Preston's pelvis and reached to get at Lauren. He sat with his wife and nodded to Lauren, with his left arm around Mrs. Preston's shoulders. "Can you hand me that lube, darling girl? The bottle with the blue label?"

She did as he asked. Lauren's knees knocked as she thought that in a moment, she was about to touch herself under his watchful eye

He squirted some lube into his wife's left hand and then his right. "I do know what you want, my love. I know you want to inhale her but this way we can see how Lauren likes to be touched."

"Lube, my concubine?" he asked with an amused smile.

"Sure," Lauren whispered and put her hand out. She'd never used lube before and her cream had already dripped down her inner thigh; a rivulet of her lust was already at her knee.

But when in Rome. The lube was sticky in her hand and she waited. "Have you ever masturbated for someone, Lauren?" his deep, rolling voice held quiet authority and made her knees buckle.

She could only shake her head no.

"God, she's such a girl, Mark," Mrs. Preston sighed and propped one bent knee up. She gave Lauren a full look at her fur trimmed nether regions. "So sweet," Mrs. Preston stroked her fur the full length from her cunt to her clit and grunted in satisfaction.

They were going to stare at her nakedness and touch themselves. Lauren felt lightheaded as the harem girl inside her unfurled.

"Sweet," Mr. Preston agreed, staring at Lauren. "Virginal. Please Lauren, I want to see you. I've never watched a woman masturbate for the first time like this." His voice dipped down, low and gravelly. It tugged at her body.

Lauren closed her eyes. She had to pretend that she was home alone, burrowed under the covers because that was the only place she had ever done this. She bit her bottom lip instinctively to keep her little noises to herself as she sent her fingers through, a pass over her damp folds.

A steamy drip of her craving on her hand and the lube made a slurping sound, like a mouth that insisted on sucking. She passed her hand back again and then slowly to the front. The lube squished between her index and middle fingers as she plucked her clitoris. It was a simmering, hard ache. Lauren's clitoris seemed to bulge as big as Mr. Preston's cock and that's when she remembered. She wasn't alone, they were watching. She opened her eyes and let out a low moan.

Lauren let her eyes feast on the Prestons nakedness. There was Mrs. Preston with her legs parted and her eyes heavy with longing. The woman's mouth was open, just enough that Lauren could see a glimpse of her tongue, just enough. It would have been perverted if a stranger on the street looked at her like that, like she was begging for a taste. The wet slapping sounds that came from Mrs. Preston's pussy was delicious. It made Lauren groan as she found her own body keeping the queen's time.

Mr. Preston's hand moved and the lube squished and sloshed in his hand. His thighs were beautiful and Lauren traced the line of muscles there with her eyes. She watched them flex and loosen as he thrust. His gaze was lost in her. She knew that in his mind's eye, the sultan was fucking Lauren. Even in her innocence, she could tell that he had sprang on top of her and mounted her like she was an animal in heat. An animal that couldn't say no even if she wanted to.

Lauren shook as her fingers twitched and slipped forward and back. The wet slaps and squeezes and groans and sighs mingled together as they all stroked and studied each other. Lauren had ever been this naked, this exposed, this utterly vulnerable. It was soaking her hand to think of it. It was unbearable and impossible to hold back as her hips pushed into the bliss.

She belonged to them. With this orgasm, she them wed. Lauren stiffened and felt the quickening in her bottom. "Oh my god," she arched her back and vibrated her two fingers right on her clit as the pleasure pulsed and swelled and took hold.

"Fuck," Mrs. Preston cried out and shuddered. What accompanied the queen's orgasm was a train of cries, whimpers and little whispered, "Fuck," again and again.

Lauren dropped to her knees. She was no longer able to stand. She had no balance and no strength and she had melted into nothing but her fingers and clitoris. It was a harsh sound, something like choking, as her body slapped and pushed and she felt the warm gush spurt into her hand. Much more came with the second gush. As the climax continued, with every twitch of her hips more and more liquid shot from her body as the ecstasy reverberated through every damp inch.

"Lauren," Mr. Preston barely whispered her name but erupted with a lion's roar as his cum tore from his throbbing cock. It shot in an arch and a little splattered Lauren's shaking thigh. Then a little more on her foot and then more of his cream on his own leg and Mrs. Preston's thighs and all over the bench.

They were nothing but breath now, and even that had seemed to settle into a compatible rhythm of three. Lauren rolled into a ball and stared at her lovers curled in an embrace on the bench. "Mark," Mrs. Preston groaned in a husky voice. "Lauren," she kissed her husband and then gestured for Lauren to come to them.

She crawled across the carpet and sank her face between her king and queen. Lauren's voice was hoarse when she said, "That was unbelievable."

Mr. Preston kissed her forehead and then her cheek. "Our concubine, so perfect," he murmured, adding in a delighted voice, "And she squirts."

Mrs. Preston kissed Lauren's lips and her eyes were dark pools of desire as she said, "I know. So fucking delicious. What Lauren lacks in experience, she more than makes up for in innocent, untouched beauty."