She looked back at Sam with one last apologetic glance before arching her back, presenting herself. Max slid into her easily, already hard, already eager. Elina moaned as he filled her, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
Sam sat at the table, taking a small sip of wine. He was watching Elina, his girlfriend, and the only woman working at their towing company. She was mid-giggle as their boss, Brent, told a joke. Sam was still a little surprised that Elina had insisted they celebrate the company’s tenth anniversary at a place like The Velvet Dust. Brent hadn’t been opposed, but he’d worried the other three guys might not be comfortable indulging in the club’s activities with Elina in the room.
That changed the moment Elina suggested that she and Sam might let everyone watch them have sex before the club girls joined in. That got everyone on board. Elina was a beautiful blonde in her late twenties, and tonight she wore a black dress that was barely appropriate for public, if it even qualified. Everyone burst out laughing when she sat down, and her skirt was so short they could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. Sam had expected to feel jealous. But when she opened her legs and casually showed off her freshly waxed pussy, he found himself just as turned on as the rest of them. The club owner entered, smiling warmly at the group. Unlike the staff and other guests, she wore no mask. Neither did Sam nor the others. Since they’d booked a private room, anonymity wasn’t necessary.
“It’s not every day our guests bring their own entertainment,” she said with a sultry tone that instantly drew attention. Sam couldn’t help but stare. She was stunning. Another blonde, but taller, older, and even more commanding than Elina. She wore only a black bra and a matching pair of crotchless panties that framed her body like an invitation.
“It’s how I convinced the boss to bring us here,” Elina said with a sly smile. “They all get to watch me with my boyfriend before your girls join in.” She pointed toward Sam, who felt the room shift toward him.
“I see,” the owner replied with a grin that was impossible to read. It was somewhere between amused and hungry. “You can all call me Aphrodite. But since you’re all planning to see this cutie naked anyway…” she paused, letting the tension build, “how about a fun little game?” That got everyone’s attention.
“I’ll take her out of the room. She’ll be given a mask and brought back wearing only that. She will be alongside another girl whose body matches hers as closely as possible. Then, her loving boytoy—” she glanced playfully at Sam, “—will be asked to pick which one is really her. He’ll have sex with the woman he chooses, while your boss…” she nodded at Brent, “will take the other one.” She let that hang in the air. “Once both men have filled their chosen girl with cum, she’ll reveal her face.”
The room went quiet for a heartbeat before the tension snapped. Johnna, Devon, and Max all let out low cheers of approval. Brent just smiled, calm as ever.
“If he picks right,” Aphrodite continued, “a girl will be brought in for each of you. But if he picks wrong…” her eyes locked on Sam with a look that was part predator, part lover, “then you’ll all get your turn with her before the other girls are brought in.”
Elina looked thoughtful for a moment, then turned to Sam. “I’m willing if you are,” she said softly.
“You… want to fuck the whole team?” he asked, his voice wavering between arousal and uncertainty.
“I said I’m willing. If you pick right, there’s no issue.” She took his hand and squeezed. “Come on, it could be fun. They’ve already seen my pussy, and they were going to watch you fuck me anyway.”
Sam swallowed. Watching and seeing were one thing. Touching and fucking was another. But the idea had his heart racing. His cock stirred at the thought of what might happen next.
“Okay,” he said finally, his voice thick with both fear and excitement. “I’m game if you are.”
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The fifteen minutes she was gone felt like an eternity. Sam was hard. And nervous. The idea of Elina being passed around turned him on more than he wanted to admit. However, deep down, he didn’t want to share her like that. Not really.
A curtain drew back along one wall, revealing a wide bed dressed in soft crimson sheets. Standing beside it were Aphrodite and two masked blonde women, both completely naked aside from the masks covering their faces. Sam swallowed hard.
They were the same height. Same build. Same smooth, waxed skin. Their breasts were nearly identical. Modest, firm, tipped with pale nipples that stood to attention. Their hips matched in curve and width. Even their pussies looked alike. Smooth outer lips, with just the faintest peek of inner folds.
“Come up, Sam,” Aphrodite purred. “Take your time. Look. Touch. Smell. Taste, if you want. But you have five minutes to choose which one is Elina.”
He rose in a daze, his pulse pounding in his ears. Then a flash of inspiration hit. Elina had a birthmark on her right butt cheek. He stepped behind the first girl and felt relief bloom in his chest when he saw it. That’s her. But then his stomach dropped. The second girl had it too. Identical in shape and placement. They’d copied it with makeup.
Desperate, he reached out and rubbed at the mark on the first girl’s ass. It didn’t budge. He turned to the other and wiped at hers, too, and still nothing. Neither flinched. Neither reacted. They both stood still and silent, like living statues waiting for judgment. He looked up at Aphrodite. She was watching with that same wicked grin, lips curled in amusement. Fine. He tried a different approach.
He stepped behind the first girl again, let his hand glide over her smooth belly, down between her legs, circling her clit with gentle precision. She gasped softly, hips twitching. It sounded like Elina, but it wasn’t conclusive. The other guys cheered at the contact.
“You’re halfway through,” Aphrodite called.
Sam moved to the second girl and repeated the motion. Same reaction. Same soft gasp. Same voice, or so it seemed. Panic stirred deeper in his chest. Then he remembered something more intimate. How Elina tasted. He was ***********ive about giving oral, but Elina was one of the few women he loved to go down on. He dropped to his knees and guided the first girl's legs apart. She opened willingly. He leaned in and let his tongue slide between her folds. Her moan came soft and needy, and the taste was familiar. Clean. Maybe Elina.
“Forty-five seconds,” Aphrodite called.
He quickly crossed to the second woman and did the same. Her legs parted. His tongue found her. Another moan. Another familiar, maddening flavor. He stood, heart racing. He didn’t know. Not anymore. The room was loud now, and the others were counting down.
Fifteen seconds.
The second girl had seemed more open, more responsive.
Ten seconds.
But the first one… her pussy had tasted just a little better. Just a bit more like he remembered Elaina tasting.
Five seconds.
His chest tightened.
In a panic, he pointed to the first girl. “Her.”
The room erupted in cheers. The second girl walked to the far side of the bed where Brent now stood. He was naked, muscular, his chest dusted with dark hair, cock already hard and ready. Aphrodite stepped up behind Sam, her fingers teasing as she lifted his shirt over his head. The girl he chose unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. The two women lay on opposite sides of the bed, legs open, their glistening sex exposed. Their heads were near enough to kiss if they wanted. They lay there, waiting. Inviting.
Sam climbed onto the mattress, cock aching as he positioned himself at the entrance of the girl he hoped was Elina. Beside them, Brent did the same, guiding himself to the second woman’s waiting heat. Their eyes met for a brief moment. Two men, two bodies, two unknowns. Then they pushed in together, slow and steady, sinking into their chosen women.
The feel of her soft, moist insides was beyond amazing. Sam groaned as he leaned down and kissed her collarbone, hoping for some clue, some indication, that he’d chosen right. He began to slide in and out of her, slowly at first. She moaned softly, then wrapped her legs around his waist.
Elina always did that. This had to be her.
He pressed deeper, grinding his hips with more force, picking up the pace the way Elina loved. He risked a glance at the other girl across the bed. Her legs were also wrapped tight around Brent’s waist, and he was pounding into her with full force. She was moaning louder, now aggressive, hungry sounds that filled the room. She sounded like a woman chasing down her orgasm.
Like Elina sometimes did.
Sam shook his head, trying to shut out the doubt. He focused on the girl beneath him. Her arms locked behind his back, her legs pulling him in harder, her pussy clenching and fluttering around him. She was responding eagerly, wild, needy, and he met her intensity with his own. He began fucking her as hard as he could, hips slamming into her slick, wet heat.
Her cries, layered with the other girl’s sounds, drove him wild. His need spiraled out of control. A hot knot of pressure coiled low in his belly, somewhere between his balls and the base of his cock. He was on the edge, desperate, throbbing, overwhelmed.
He let himself believe it was Elina. It had to be.
He wanted to give her the best orgasm he could. Needed to fill her. Mark her. Claim her. Cum in her. The girl arched beneath him, her breathing turning into sharp, fast moans. He knew that rhythm. Knew that sound. She was right there with him, riding the edge, shaking, trembling.
Her whole body tensed and bucked, her voice rising in a high-pitched cry of ecstasy. She held him tightly with all four limbs, locking him in place as her inner walls fluttered and contracted around his cock. That final squeeze pushed him over the edge. He grunted and slammed in deep, unable to stop himself in their shared orgasm.
Nothing else existed in that moment. Nothing beyond the overwhelming pleasure as his cock pulsed inside her, pumping thick, hot cum into her quivering body. Some primal instinct took over deeper than thought, deeper than words. He was breeding her. Giving her everything. Her birth control didn't matter to this animal part of him. It didn't care that his seed wouldn't take root. He just needed to fill her with as much as he could.
Their orgasms slowly ebbed. The room faded back into focus. The sound of cheering hit his ears. The other men were calling his name. He pulled out slowly. He was groaning at the loss of that warm, wet grip, then collapsed beside her on the bed. She turned away from him and slid close, pressing her body to his. His cock, still swollen and slick with their sex, nestled between her soft butt cheeks. He wrapped an arm around her, hand finding her breast and cupping it gently as he breathed in her scent. And then he looked up, eyes drifting to Brent and the other girl.
Watching. Waiting. Dreading the reveal.
Aphrodite climbed onto the bed, settling cross-legged where the two women’s heads met at the center of the mattress. Sam’s eyes flicked downward. Her pussy was pink, wet, and visibly needy. He couldn’t help but wonder. Did she ever take care of that herself during the night, or did she let guests use her the way they used everyone else?
A loud moan snapped his attention back to Brent. The big man had placed a finger on the girl’s clit, circling it with practiced care. He was clearly about to finish and was trying to ensure she did as well. With a final thrust, Brent pushed in deep and held there, his body tensing, cock buried as far inside her as it could go.
Her back arched, and her entire body trembled. The orgasm rippled through her, sharp and wild. Aphrodite leaned forward at that exact moment and removed the mask from her face. Sam froze.
It was Elina.
He watched the aftershocks of pleasure flutter across her features. Her parted lips, her fluttering lashes. Brent finished cumming inside Sam's girlfriend. His heart dropped, and yet his cock throbbed anew, impossibly hard. The girl he was still cuddling giggled softly as Brent pulled out. Brent gave Sam a tired, apologetic look, then rolled away. Elina shifted onto her hands and knees, turning to face Sam with a flushed, glowing expression.
“You picked wrong,” she said gently. A hint of sadness touched her voice, but there was no anger in it. No real regret.
“Sorry…” was all Sam could manage, his voice thick. His heart ached, his body burned. The naked girl in his arms was rubbing her butt on his cock.
“Don’t be,” she murmured, just as Max stepped into place behind her.
She looked back at Sam with one last apologetic glance before arching her back, presenting herself. Max slid into her easily, already hard, already eager. Elina moaned as he filled her, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
“I did agree to all of them…” she moaned.
Sam watched, half in shock, half in awe. His mind couldn’t fully process what was happening, but his body knew. The woman in his arms decided she wanted more of him. Without a word, she reached down, took hold of his cock, and slid him back inside her soaked pussy. He began to move again, slowly at first, as Elina’s moans mixed with Max’s grunts. Then Devon. Then Johnna. Each of them took their turn, each of them filled her while Sam fucked the woman he’d chosen by mistake.
And he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t think past the sexiness of it all. Couldn’t hold onto the jealousy or the embarrassment. All that remained was the erotic haze of it. The sight of his girlfriend being pleasured, used, and filled right in front of him. By the men he worked with. Men, both he and Elina would see on Monday.