SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 10, Some Thai Adventure

OUR TRIO CELEBRATE THEIR THREESOME, AND TRY ANOTHER MEN'S ROOM

LEROY POV

"So you'd never done this before?" Leroy asked. "I was your first? Well, fuck me!"

"Well," Kayley laughed. "Technically I did."

"I figured," Leroy said, leaning back in his chair, "my chances were fifty fifty I'd get a drink thrown in my face, or you'd laugh. It was a long shot, I just didn't want to let you go without at least trying. I figured I might get your phone number. When you came back without panties... Holy shit!"

He was playing to them. He'd fucked a lot of women in fucked up places, he had a knack for talking them into it. But why not stroke their ego? People were more malleable when you stroked them.

"Blame Sam," she smiled. "He told me to take off my panties and come back out."

Leroy raised a glass to him.

"I owe you one, buddy."

"It's actually a few now," Sam said. "But I didn't order her to go through with it or anything. I just gave her a little nudge."

"A little courage."

They'd found an out of the way Thai place, practically a hole in the wall, that Leroy knew. Open late, good food. He was on his best behaviour, open, charming, easygoing. The three of them sat at a small square table in the corner, Leroy sprawling on one side, doing his best to be casual and agreeable, while the Kayley and Sam faced him.

He noted their chairs were close together. They tended to lean into each other and their fingers frequently entwined, just under the table. They were joined at the hip, these two. Leroy breathed them in, trying to get a sense of the couple.

People in heat were one thing, when they were caught up in the need to fuck, their personalities took a back seat to their sex drives, the desperate urge sublimated everything else. It was only when they slowed down you really started to get a feel for who they are.

"You were very bold," he agreed. "What can I say. I'm thrilled to be lucky enough to be chosen first. And I'm even more thrilled that you kept coming back. I'm honoured."

Mainly lucky. The first stranger, or one of the first strangers, those have a good chance to bond. The tenth stranger, well, then it's like eating a sandwich, they've become kind of disposable. Of course, she'd fucked Derek next. He considered himself lucky to have had a second crack at her and do her properly while she'd been impressionable. He intended to take advantage of that.

"Particularly after the condom broke," Sam said.

Tricky to deal with. Leroy made a point of looking shamefaced. "I swear, that never happened before. I didn't even notice. I felt terrible."

"No worries, you have a boyfriend, just tell him it's his," Kayley quoted with a passable imitation of Leroy's drawl.

Leroy winced and stared up at the ceiling. She'd come back to fuck him again though, twice, and now here they were. So they'd gotten past it. He decided to play it light, a little honesty, a little humour, admit a flaw, rather than defending or pushing back.

"Ouch! You got me, I'm an asshole sometimes. I can be such a total asshole. I am so sorry." He put some extra sincerity into it, a trace of genuine embarrassment and regret.

Kayley shrugged and smiled

"We got over it," she said, dismissing the matter.

Technically, it had broken because he'd put a couple of holes in it with a pin. Leroy usually kept two condoms, an actual safe one because sometimes you just knew you didn't want skin contact, and the holed one, because it was just easier to put it on and pretend, than to bother trying to talk a bitch into rawdogging. Right away, he'd marked Kayley as a girl whose sugar walls he was going to paint any chance he got. He was pleased that after the first time, he'd been able to talk her into taking his loads willingly.

Time to move the conversation back to them.

"So," he asked Sam, "has it just been me, or were there others?"

He was curious to see if they'd admit to Derek, or how much they'd admit to. Kayley had mentioned him on their second encounter. So he was asking Sam. Hell, for all he knew, she'd been out spreading her legs at a different bar every night since he'd cracked her.

"Just one other guy," Sam said. "I don't think he was as much fun."

Kayley shot him a look. Had Sam said too much? Leroy filed it way for later use. Mainly, he was reassured. They had no reason to admit to Derek and lie about others. They weren't virgins, but they were still new to this. Inexperienced, feeling their way. He would definitely use that.

"How did all this get started anyway," he asked. "You just woke up one day and decided to jump in? Did you read a magazine article? Watch a porno? Or did it build from something?"

Kayley and Sam glanced at each other.

"Hey!" Leroy held up his hands. "No judgment here! You already know I'm an asshole."

That broke the ice a little, and they laughed.

Hesitantly, Sam and Kayley started talking about the flirting game, how they'd stumbled into it, particular encounters, how each of them felt and reacted. Leroy nodded and smiled, asking just enough to keep them talking, getting little glimpses of their lives and personalities.

"Ah," he said. "So this is a cuckold thing."

They looked blank.

They had no idea what he was talking about.

Okay, Leroy thought. Not a cuckold thing, or not quite. There wasn't any of the harder edges of cuckolding, the submission or humiliation, the underlying power games, the psychological aspects.

They were just two kids having fun, playing a mutual game, supporting each other. There was no particular plan or agenda for either of them. They'd just drifted along, they could have drifted indefinitely, doing nothing more than innocent flirting.

His proposition, as vulgar and aggressive as it had been, had kicked them off the fence. There was no plan or intent to get Kayley fucked. He'd just hit her at just the right time, and just the right way. He thought, maybe, with their flirting game, they'd eventually cross over to fucking, but there was no guarantee, and certainly no predicting when or how or with who. He'd gotten lucky.

Hell, even now they were on the borderline. They'd discovered something - cocks for Kayley. So they were experimenting a little, dipping their toes. But they could change their mind and just go back, to just flirting. Or move on from the game entirely.

It wasn't really cuckolding, but he could make it that way.

They might not continue, unless he made them, kept them going.

Wheels began to turn.

"What's a cuckold thing," Sam asked. Leroy could see by the trace of a nod that Kayley had been on the verge of asking the same thing.

"Hmmm," Leroy said, buying time to think about how to present it. Play it light, nothing too dark. Define it so it fit them. Offer a mold, a reflection of what they were experimenting with, to draw them in.

"It's a swinger's thing. Some men enjoy seeing their wives or girlfriend getting with other men. It's a... voyeur and exhibition thing, but more intimate. It can be casual, or it can be a whole lifestyle thing."

"Interesting," Sam said. "I'm not sure it's us."

Sam was resisting. Not surprising, there was an inherent aspect of emasculation in being a cuck. When they'd fucked in the bathroom, the three of them, Leroy had made sure he was in charge. It was a drive, he couldn't help it. But consciously, or subconsciously, Sam had been put in third place.

"I dunno," Leroy said. "I think there's an instinct to see it as dark - degrading for the woman or emasculating for the man. But it's not like that at all."

Except when it was, but he wasn't telling them that.

"Some men just enjoy watching. I mean, they have their relationship, they fuck. Maybe the woman goes with someone, but she comes home with her man."

Except for the times she didn't, but he wasn't telling them that either.

"So the woman sleeps around on her husband?" Kayley asked. She was neutral, Leroy couldn't tell how she felt about that. She'd just fucked two guys on her husband, one of them multiple times. But Leroy had been around long enough to realize that sometimes someone's moments of personal conduct didn't align with their personal moral rules - that could be tricky to navigate.

"Not necessarily," he said, "not usually. Often they go with one man that works for both of them."

He was careful not to call it a bull, or use the word cuck. That was a little too blunt for them, at this point.

"So a threesome?"

"Not quite," Leroy said. "Threesome is they're all in it together, all the time. Cuckold is more back and forth. But there's all kinds of variations."

He didn't want to get too deep into it with them. Introduce the idea, lay it in there. Let it sit and simmer. He could see it wasn't grabbing either of them, so he'd go carefully.

"Anyway," he said, "it's lifestyle stuff. There's lots of variations on lifestyles, a lot of people out there having sex, and you know, they find different ways to make it work for them."

He shrugged.

"I don't know. What you were talking, seemed to me like you were getting into cuckold lifestyle, that's all." Plant the hook. "When we're finished, give me your email and I'll send you some stuff on it. You can read up, decide for yourself."

Drop and move on.

"What I do know," Leroy said, deliberately moving it back to them, "is that you two are the sexiest, boldest couple I've met in a long time. What we all did together? Amazing."

Kayley and Sam both smiled. The conversation shifted back to them, and Leroy spiced up questions about their sex lives with tales of adventures of his own. They grinned, they laughed, they told jokes, made confessions. Leroy told some truth, told some lies, all of them calculated. Kayley blushed and giggled as she talked about discovering masturbation. Sam related the night they met, and together they told them about the night they fucked, which turned out to be the same night, just a little later on. Leroy smiled and nodded, and occasionally refreshed their wine, and tried to file everything away, and maybe figure out how to use it later.

Of course, it circled back to the bar, but that was fine with Leroy.

"Wait!" Leroy said to Sam. "So you were listening? Holy shit!"

That was disturbing. Leroy wasn't shy. He often said a lot of aggressive things in his seduction efforts, efforts that sometimes were more forceful than might be technically legal. What had he said, how hard had he pushed her? He had a moment of cold sweat as he tried to recall everything he'd ever said to Kayley in the bar, particularly the first couple of times. He could feel himself getting defensive.

"Mostly just the sex part," Sam said, registering Leroy's sudden discomfort. "In the bathroom. There was too much noise to make out anything much in the bar itself."

"You listened to us fuck?" Leroy said, almost angrily. "That's a pretty cuck thing right there!"

He caught himself. Dial it back, Leroy told himself. Find a way to make it light.

"Hey," he turned to face Kayley. "You were really fucking talkative during sex. I just figured you were a dirty girl. But..."

Kayley raised her eyebrows, spread her hands and pointed to Sam.

"I was fucking to a listening audience," she said.

Leroy was angry, it felt like they tricked him, that they'd done it to humiliate him. But he dared not show it. The only thing he could do was go with it, he faked laughter, and they joined in. They were comfortable with him again. He needed to play into that.

"Oh my god! Sam!" he said. "Some of the things I said! Holy shit! You were listening? I'm so sorry, man, it was just sex talk, that's all."

It was like the condom thing, the fact that they were here meant they'd moved past it. But it gave him an opportunity to play them, to try and charm. Act guilty, apologetic.

Deeper down though, beneath his genial mask, he was poring over an interesting datum. He'd fucking emasculated Sam in their dirty talk. He hadn't known who Sam was. And he certainly hadn't known Sam was listening. But he'd belittled 'the boyfriend' on cock size and sexual and personal adequacy. He'd shit all over him. He'd coaxed Kayley into joining in. It had been vicious.

Sam had heard it all.

And here they were smiling at him. Was it really just dismissed as sex talk? Just rolling off like water off a duck's back? Leroy, whose skin was deceptively thin, found that hard to believe. If he'd overheard talk like that, he'd have been livid, and would have made sure to punish someone hard.

Or maybe... it had made Sam hard? Maybe he'd liked it. Maybe it had hit somewhere in Sam, touched on insecurity or inadequacy. Sam hadn't fought too hard for his status in the bathroom, and had allowed Leroy to put him in the corner.

Was it conscious? Deliberate? Or was there a weakness there, a hidden flaw in Sam? Something that Leroy could drive a wedge into.

And Kayley... she'd resisted, but once she gave in, she trashed Sam. He lifted his eyes to watch the two of them. She was definitely in love. There was no trace of the passive aggressive frustration, the angst and bitterness that often fed that kind of vicious talk.

So... maybe deep down a cruel streak? Something he could cultivate in her? And turn on Sam?

Unsure. He'd save it for later. Right now, he needed them to like him and to trust him. Which meant being a little bit of an asshole, embarrassed about Sam listening in on his sex talk.

"Oh don't worry about it," Sam waved away. "We figured."

Sam paused.

"Although you know what," he said, "I'm so fucking glad to hear you say that."

"Just sex talk to get her going, she had a mouth on her, and I figured I had to play along. No hard feelings." Shift the blame onto Kayley, for safety. Didn't matter if they believed it, they probably didn't. What mattered is that they thought he believed he was catering to Kayley, and just went to far.

Leroy reached his hand out to Sam, and Sam reached back for a 'bro' shake.

"No hard feelings," Sam replied.

Leroy noted Kayley watching with approval. He'd scored points there, bonding with her man. She loved Sam. She wanted Sam to approve of the man who fucked her. And she wanted the man who fucked her to like Sam. He understood.

"No hard feelings. Just hard cocks," she said. It wasn't funny, but they chuckled.

"By the way," Sam said, wrapping an arm around her, "she really does have a dirty mouth on her. She can be crazy verbal when she's into it. She doesn't need much of an excuse."

"What can I say," she preened, "I'm literary."

The waitress came by to see how they were doing and ask if they wanted anything else... like the bill. It wasn't a subtle hint.

"I can get the bill," Leroy said magnanimously after the waitress left. He thought of saying that he'd gotten his money's worth out of Kayley, but he didn't quite have a good enough read on them yet to make sure it landed right. He wanted to avoid provoking them.

"No," Sam said. "We can get it."

Leroy recognized the little power play. He didn't really care, he preferred to let the cuck pay the bills. But the real problem was that the late supper was over, they'd be on their way. He wanted to keep them around a little longer put some hooks in.

He spread his hands magnanimously.

"I defer," he said. "The honour, and the beauty is yours."

Kayley smiled. He'd learned a long time ago that just because you laid it on thick sometimes, didn't mean it wouldn't work.

He leaned back.

"You know," he said reflectively, eyeing them with frank appraisal, "I bet they have a men's room here. Or a woman's room."

Sam looked startled, taken off guard. But Kayley grinned. She wasn't taking him too seriously, but she was amused. That's what he was going for. Once was sexy. Once in a while was sexy. But bathroom bandits was silly.

"This is a small restaurant," Kayley said. "I don't think we'd get away with it."

Leroy nodded wisely, pretending to consider. He was careful to play it light. He had to make it a fun idea to play with. Not a serious proposition. The real goal was to get them home, so he could fuck her again, in front of her husband.

"Yeah," he said. "They'd bust us for sure... Unless..."

He had their attention now.

"Unless we took turns," he said, "one of us keeps watch, while the other two play."

He laughed.

"You know what?" Leroy told them. "You guys go for it. The two of you. I've had turns already. I'll stand guard. Have some fun. This place, you probably can't get more than two in a room."

"You could take turns though," Kayley pointed out.

"Oh yeah, we could," Leroy said. "I was just thinking out loud. How would we make that work? I dunno."

"Time limit," Sam said, desperate to contribute.

"Hmmm," Leroy lifted his eyebrows at the youth. Kayley was looking at him too. Now Sam had to follow through. It would become his idea.

"Uh time limit," Sam said. "We're on a timer, five or ten minutes, and we switch."

"All of us?" Leroy said. "What if Kayley ends up standing guard."

He winked. Kayley laughed.

"Okay," Sam said. "Good point. Kayley's out. It's you and me, one of us goes in with Kayley, the other stands guard, and we switch."

Leroy grinned.

"I'll admit, the idea of five or ten minutes alone with Kayley again makes me hard as a rock. What about you Sam?"

He'd left it open for them to interpret - Five minutes of Sam with Kayley, or five minutes of Sam standing by while he was with Kayley.

He laughed.

"You know what this reminds me of?" Leroy asked. "Five minutes in heaven, you know that teenager game where you'd go into a closet and take turns making out. Christ, we're talking like teenagers."

He paused reflectively.

"I could spend five minutes kissing your girl, Sam." He paused reflectively. He figured it would excite the young man, fan those little cuck flames inside him. "You know, it's doable. It would be quiet, not too noisy, no bumping around. Just taking turns with a make out session. It would be... Sweet."

He left it out there to see if they'd take the bait.

It would get him alone with Kayley, shut Sam out. He'd have the advantage of being new and exciting for her in a make out session, and he was pretty sure he'd be able to finger her breathless. The shared experience would bond him with the couple.

"Or a blow job?" Kayley said reflectively.

Oh, she is a filthy one, Leroy thought. Hang back a little, let her or Sam pick it up.

"Making out," she said, "Leroy's right. That's tame compared to what we've been doing."

Aha. Leroy spotted it. She was avoiding intimacy. She shared that with Sam. She didn't want to share intimacy with Leroy. Instead of intimacy, go to something raunchy, overtly sexual. He understood that, intimacy was one thing, sex was another. He'd tried to bridge into intimacy with her, and she'd defended. He wondered if she was aware of what she was doing?

He made a show of shrugging. "True. You have a point there."

"So you want to blow us both?" Sam asked, "In turns?"

Sam had just moved from talk to a serious proposition.

"I don't know," Leroy said. "I love getting my cock sucked, but it takes a while. Maybe we should take turns on Kayley. Not sex... but going down on her, or fingering her. I'm good with my fingers."

Kayley smiled and blushed. Leroy smiled at her. They both knew how good his fingers were, it was instantly a secret joke. A little bridge of intimacy established, going right over Sam's head.

"I don't know, Sam... Kayley," he said. "What do you guys think?"

He didn't really care. Make out session, finger session, blow job, he could work with any of them.

Kayley touched her chin, then raised her hand. "Time limit!"

She paused. "Blow jobs, four minute sessions, two sessions each."

"Three sessions," Sam said.

"Three sessions," she said. "Whoever comes first, pays for the meal."

"The winner, the one who lasts longest, fucks Kayley," Leroy suggested.

She shook her head. "No." It wasn't a violent rejection, but it was definite.

He'd overstepped. She wanted to be the ringmaster, not the prize. The girl was willful, even when she was submissive. He'd pushed a little too much, there. He'd have to watch out.

He had her right, she was the lead in their relationship.

She'd need breaking. But that was for later.

"Fair enough," he said. "I'm still getting a couple of blow job sessions. Sam will get at least one..."

Kayley smirked at Leroy's little boast.

"How about this: To make it interesting and set the mood Kayley has to be naked for it. After all, she's not the one jumping in and out of the bathroom."

"I don't know," Kayley giggled. Submissive, but not too submissive. Thing with subs, Leroy knew, was that they liked being subs, even when they wanted to be in control. You just had to give them opportunities that they could indulge the submissive urge that weren't too scary. She was sort of saying no, but not really. She was amused and waiting to be convinced.

"Let's take a vote on it," Leroy said. His hand shot up. So did Sam's.

Kayley burst out in a laugh. "You guys!!! Unfair!!!"

Leroy looked innocent, his hand up. "Hey Kayley, you still have to vote. Election's not over. It's a democracy here, we don't count the ballot until everyone has voted."

"I think this election is rigged," Kayley teased.

"I don't know what you mean," Sam offered, his hand still up. "Seems fair to me."

"I don't know," she said. "But I can't put my finger on it."

Kayley put her hand up.

"One, two, three," Leroy counted. "Motion passes. Kayley does blow jobs naked."

"I still think there's something funny with this election. Collusion. It was fixed, I tell you."

"We could do a recount," Sam offered.

Leroy had Sam on board, and had them going in the right direction. He needed to tweak her submissiveness a little more, some task or trust exercise.

"And a little more interesting: To make sure you're naked, you have to hand over your clothes. Whoever stands guard, will hold them for you. We'll switch as we change places."

"You guys!!!" Kayley said. "I think this is just a plot to steal my panties. Hell, how do I know you won't take off with them and leave me naked?"

But her eyes were dancing. He knew she'd say yes, even before Sam called for another vote.

"Okay," Leroy said, always best to take the lead. "Kayley, you go to the men's room--"

"Women's washroom," she corrected.

"But that's women only," he said. They looked at him. "Oh, right, right."

He mimed slapping his forehead.

"You get to the toilet and get naked, I'll settle up," he said.

"Admitting defeat already," she teased.

"Not a chance," Leroy said. "I just don't want the staff thinking we skipped out on them and go looking for us. This is a 'do not disturb' situation."

"Smart." She nodded. "Well gentlemen, get ready for four minutes in better than heaven. Set your timers...."

She paused.

"Question: For the blow jobs, do you want on my knees, or can I sit on the toilet?"

"Knees," Sam said instantly.

"Knees," Leroy said.

"You guys are so transparent!" she laughed.

But she was the one that had brought it up.

"I dunno though. Floor's hard."

Leroy took off his jacket. "I offer this for your knees, Milady."

"Thank you kind sir," she said, and stuck her tongue out at Sam. "At least someone is a gentleman. And I bet he knows how to handle a mulberry."

Mulberry? Leroy wondered. What the fuck was that about?

Never mind, it was going well, he had them in a playful mood, and he'd gotten them to agree to separating, so he could have a few minutes alone with Kayley. Sam was starting to go along, and Kayley's submissive streak was showing.

He wouldn't be satisfied with a few minutes of cock sucking though, his real goal was to get the girl back to his place and spend the night fucking the shit out of her. He wouldn't mind ditching the boyfriend, but that wasn't likely. But as long as Sam could be persuaded to know his place, he'd put up with him. That was one of the reasons he wanted them at his place. Sam would be bolder in their own residence. He'd be a little cowed at Leroy's.

Kayley vanished down the hall. Sam went with him to pay the bill. Leroy wondered how he'd get to go first, but Sam offered. Problem solved. What a fucking gentleman. He'd make a not of that, it would come in handy.

The washrooms were at the back of the restaurant, around a tiny hallway to shield it from the gaze of the restaurant patrons. Seeing doors prominently marked 'Men' and 'Women' didn't add to the ambiance of a dining experience.

Leroy knocked on the men's room. The women's room door opened, and Kayley popped her head out. Leroy grinned, she was already completely naked, even barefoot.

For some reason, the sight of her barefoot, her going that extra little distance, sent his cock throbbing. Or maybe the way she huddled submissively around her bundle of clothes. Or maybe it was the excited, awkward, submissive yet eager way she asked, "Who's first?"

"It's the visitors team," Leroy grinned. She nodded and grinned back at him. She fucking wants me, Leroy thought, she doesn't even look at him. He thought of how her pussy felt around his cock, and had an almost irresistible urge to slam it into her again, to bend her to his will, shove his cock up her ass, fuck her throat till tears and snot and slobber were running. He wanted to just make her scream.

But not with her boyfriend standing outside of a cheap hollow core door that an angry eight year old could smash through.

Play the long game. Eventually, he'd do everything he wanted with her, and he'd make her love it.

Kayley was already down on her knees, beside the toilet when he walked in. Her knees were only a couple of inches apart, the backs of her feet were flat on the floor, her palms on her thighs, and she was leaning forward so that her breasts hung and swayed, she looked almost like a geisha, or a slave, delicate and beautiful.

The washroom was incredibly cramped, room for a toilet and a delicate looking pedestal sink, and space to step from one to the other, and that was it. It was too bright of course, there was no mood lighting for toilets. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the sink and flashed a smile. Still a handsome devil.

"Well look at you," Leroy said, unzipping his fly. He reached in and pulled his hardening cock out. Kayley watched his crotch hungrily. The slut was eager to take him between her lips. "You know, I've always believed that a woman is twice as beautiful when she's on her knees. There's something so natural, so perfect about it."

He took half a step forward, as she stared at his cock, one hand reaching out. Then he threw his curve ball - quickly, Leroy bent down, and kissed her flat on the mouth, grabbing her hair and holding her head in place. Kayley's eyes went wide, she mewed in surprise, but almost instantly fell into the kiss. Her mouth opened to his, like a flower blossoming, she welcomed his tongue and met it with her own. He ruled her with a kiss, choosing pressure and intensity, a kind of slow rise and fall of exploration, and she followed and obeyed, relaxing and trusting.

He broke for a moment, exchanging spit. Her eyes were heavy lidded, and before she could speak, he kissed her deeply again, leading her down the path.

Leroy kissed her passionately and as she acquiesced, his grip on her hair loosened. One hand crept down to her breasts. Her knees involuntarily parted, instinctively, unconsciously offering herself. One of her hands fell on his jeans, crept softly upwards and wrapped around his now fully hard cock.

Leroy's hand reached down her side, to her waist, just below her ribs. He guided her upwards until she rose up sitting on the toilet lid. He knew he had only a few minutes and was wasting blow job time, but he had other things in mind. He finally had her alone, maybe the first time she'd ever been genuinely alone with him, and he meant to take advantage of it.

Bent over, almost crouching, kissed her slowly and passionately and let her hold his cock, while he reached between her legs. He was pleased at how easily and automatically she gave him access, adjusting the way she sat, moving close to the edge of the toilet lid, and spreading wider so his fingers could find their target.

At his first touch, she shook and moaned deeply into his mouth. He felt a new surge of wetness spread over his fingers. Her eyelids fluttered.

Leroy wanted Kayley hot, insanely hot. Ideally, that would translate into a sexual fury, a hungry eagerness that would cause Sam to blow instantly. Then with him rendered ineffective, he'd get her back to his apartment, with or without Sam, and fuck her the way he wanted.

She was receptive, and soon, she was humping desperately onto Leroy's fingers, actually pushing them up into herself. She was ready. Leroy withdrew his fingers and straightened up, breaking the kiss, feeling Kayley's whimpering longing. He slid his fingers into her hair.

"Time to get to work, Darling," he told her. "I want to get at least a couple of minutes of blow job time."

Kayley didn't so much take his cock into her mouth, as she melted around his erection. Her lips flowed along his shaft like a warm thick wave, and suddenly his cock was floating in a warm, wet slobbering heaven. He didn't even guide her, just let her inter into some communion with his cock. Kayley swallowed and worked his cock like she'd been waiting all her life for it, like worshiping his erection was her only reason for existing.

"Oh fuck that's good," Leroy whispered, and let himself be enfolded by the welcoming warm sea that was within Kayley's lips.

A loud buzzer went off. "Jesus Christ!" Leroy actually jumped, he was so startled, almost tearing his cock from her mouth. Kayley squealed and hopped on the toilet seat. For a second, they stared at each other, wild eyed heart pounding, as buzzer blared and blared. What the fuck, Leroy's mind floundered wildly. Was there a fire?

Kayley reached over to the toilet tank, and shut the alarm off on her phone.

"Timer," she explained apologetically. "Time's up."

"Jesus Christ!" Leroy swore, "you almost gave me a heart attack!"

He laughed with relief, what a stupid thing. She grinned, laughing with him, stood and kissed him. He let her. He bent her head back with one hand, slipped two fingers between her legs...She submitted to both.

There was a knock at the door. Leroy jumped again. "Fuck!"

"My turn." Sam knocked again.

Kayley smiled. "Them's the rules," she told him.

If it had been a real door, he'd have locked it and fucked her right there, and he absolutely knew she'd have let him.

"The rules," he agreed, smiling. And stepped out.

Sam handed off Kayley's clothes, and stepped inside He was impressed by how she'd neatly folded and stacked them in layers, including her shoes and purse. It was a woman thing, he decided, that sort of care and delicacy. Nice panties, black, satin and lace. She hadn't been wearing them in the bar.

He resisted the urge to look through her purse.

On the other side of the door, Sam laughed. Leroy looked up, frowning. Kayley giggled. Then Sam laughed some more. Then Kayley laughed loudly. Then they were laughing together, loudly, hysterically. It would build and build, and then subside. Then start over again. There'd be a moment when it would be quiet, but then one of them would chuckle or giggle, and that would start if over again building to a where they were both howling, then descending into exhausted wheezing.

Were they laughing at him? Leroy felt hot anger, and struggled to control it. They were just stupid kids, he told himself, being silly.

A Thai waiter appeared in the hallway looking curious. He stared at Leroy. Leroy stared back, jerked his thumbs at the bathroom doors and rolled his eyes. He made a point of looking at his wrist, miming a watch and mouthed "I've been waiting!"

The waiter nodded and disappeared.

A moment later, the buzzer went off, still shockingly loud.

When he walked in, Kayley was sitting on her haunches, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose with toilet paper. She dropped the wet wad in the toilet bowl.

"I know," she admitted. "So romantic. You've got something for me?"

"Right here, Darling," he said casually, and pulled his cock out. The laughter had spoiled his mood, and he just wanted his cock sucked.

"C'mere you!" she whispered, and yanked Leroy forward by his cock, swallowing it all the way down in an instant. Leroy felt her wet mouth closing over him, sliding down his shaft as if it was oiled. She gagged instantly and pulled off.

"Sorry," she breathed. "Went too fast." Then she dived down immediately, taking the head and a few inches into her mouth, tongue working and cheeks sucking in.

The girl was a natural cock sucker, she was gifted. Leroy luxuriated in the feel of her mouth, rhythmically working him over. She closed her eyes, seeming almost to go into a happy trance. It was criminal that he'd banged her three times now and still hadn't given her a good face fucking. He planned to change that. Not now, not here, but soon.

Meanwhile, he enjoyed her on her knees, swallowing his erection as a warm up act. He stroked her hair, and she made a happy sound. The blow job went on for a few minutes.

Kayley's eyes opened, and she looked up lovingly. Then her eyes bulged, her nostrils flared, and she spit him out hard, coughing.

"What he hell?"

But she was laughing, rich peels of laughter. She fell back on her haunches, turning away.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she apologized. "I lost track of who was who. I thought you were Sam, you both felt the same. I thought for a moment I was sucking Sam's cock, and I looked up and..."

Then she lost it again, laughing uncontrollably. She draped herself over the toilet, ribs shaking as she laughed. Leroy stood there, smiling tightly. He hated women laughing at him, he wanted to smack the bitch. Among other things, he was definitely bigger than Sam, and she should be appreciating that, not confusing them. But he knew better than to go with the impulse. So instead, he just smiled and waited.

The timer went off. Fuck. Kayley kept on laughing.

"Oh my god," she said. "This is too much, my ribs are hurting." Then she convulsed in another peel of laughter, her sides heaving. "Oh it hurts!"

Sam forced his way in, there was barely room for the three of them, it was so cramped. The two men looking down at her. She looked up and laughed all over again. Finally, she got control over herself.

"Guys," she giggled, "this isn't working. I'm cancelling the contest, before the restaurant throws us out for causing a disturbance."

For some reason Leroy didn't understand she found this hysterically funny and broke down. Leroy forced a laugh, to join in, and waited for his moment. The way he wanted to play this hadn't worked. But there was more than one way to get what you wanted, they were happy, they were giggley, they were receptive. That could work.

When she wound down, he took his chance.

"You know what," he said, putting as much cheer and enthusiasm into his voice as he could manage. "We're having too much fun for this restaurant, and I don't really want to quit. Tell you what, come back to my place. I got a king sized bed, I got some grass. Let's take this party someplace where we can really get going."

Kayley looked up.

"King size huh?" she giggled, and Leroy felt a flash of annoyance, certain she was mocking his equipment. But she was smiling, her eyes merry.

"What do you think, Sam?" she asked.

"I say we go for it," Sam said. His eyes were shining. She was taking his cue, had Leroy misread them? Sam looked over at him. "You're not some weird dangerous psycho guy? Are you?"

"Nope," Leroy said. But despite winning, he couldn't stop his irritation from showing through. "But apparently, I have a very funny cock."

And that was it, Kayley and then Sam broke down laughing all over again.

"No more," Kayley begged. "Also: Get out! I need to get dressed. What's wrong with you guys. Men are just pervs!"

Sniggering, she bustled them out to stand in the hallway.

A moment later, her head popped out of the door and her voice rang out.

"Hey! My panties are missing!"

But Leroy knew exactly what to do.

He pointed, and cried out "Sam!"