Increase the slut make me happy – 2

Like I said, it was weird in a way, but damn fucking exciting too. The sense of danger, particularly with me sitting there on top of a ladder, jerking off, not knowing for sure if anyone might actually spot me doing it was one thing, but looking down at her as she fucked herself with the dildo, waiting expectantly for my load of cream was once again something else.

It was like that with her most of the time. She was like a tornado, I never knew when she was going to hit or where. I no longer locked the back door to my house, so there were several times when I woke up in the middle of the night, and she’d simply just be there. Once or twice late in the evening, I heard a knock on my door, going to answer it, only to discover her standing outside. The first time confused the hell out of me.

It was mid July, and though it wasn’t extremely hot outside, she stood there wearing a raincoat. I soon figured out why when she opened it, revealing the fact she had nothing beneath it. Though it was late, with little traffic or activity going on around us, she’d made it clear enough as she kept me from opening the screen door in order to let her in.

“No…right here, right through the door,” she’d told me. The next thing I knew, I was standing in my own doorway, masturbating, watching her as she stood on the other side, fingering herself. When I got close, I pressed the head of my cock directly against the screen, and then pumped myself off. Some of which somehow managed to still get through the small tiny openings to actually splash against her bare skin, though the majority of my spunk was caught, plugging up the tiny holes and making a rather obscene display against my door. Stella then took a picture of it, and soon after walked away into the night.

It was like that with her. I never knew what was going to happen next, or when. And it seemed like it was never the same way twice with her whenever she was in one of her particularly weird little moods. But I found myself, looking forward to them more and more, anxiously awaiting, sometimes actually disappointed when all she wanted to do was suck or fuck, or simply mutually masturbate one another which we now did at least once a day.

Several weeks had gone by since that little episode in front of the TV when we’d watched that favorite little porn of hers together. I’d almost forgotten about our conversation, and that I had actually shared with her one of my own personal little fantasies. I’d gotten home from work, half expecting Stella to jump out at me from somewhere inside the house, something she was prone to do on occasion, and actually disappointed when she didn’t.

I wandered upstairs to the bedroom, still hoping she might be hiding, and actually waiting for me up there, once again disappointed when I entered the room and nothing happened. Needing to pee, I walked into the bathroom, and there on the mirror written in lipstick was a note she had left me.

“Heritage Suites, room 310, 8:00. Don’t be late.” She’d signed it with a smiley face written in lipstick as well. I glanced at my watch, it was already 6:30. I’d have just enough time to shower, shave and put a fresh change of clothes on and still make it there on time. But what had really thrown me was,

this was something new. Up until now we’d pretty much confined our activities to my place, or the surrounding yards, excluding the one and only incident where we’d actually met in the parking lot of a local nearby grocery store. Stella had insisted on giving me a hand job as I stood there in the open door of my car, it had been a wickedly delicious encounter.

One that had left me nervous as hell, but more excited than I’d been in a long time too. I’d even smiled at a young couple as they brought groceries out to their car parked a short distance away. Stella hid on the seat, nude as the day she was born, sitting there jacking me off as I simply stood there. I often wondered what they must have thought.

But now this. At least she had gotten us a room, and by the name of the hotel, I happened to know it wasn’t a very cheap one either.

I arrived at ten minutes to eight, made my way up to the room, and then knocked, curious to see, wondering what to expect when she opened it. I didn’t have long to find out either. I knocked, Stella opening the door almost immediately. I half expected her to be naked, which she was, so that wasn’t too much of a surprise. But what was a surprise as I entered the room, was the discovery of two additional equally naked females inside. They were on the bed, going down on one another as I entered.

“Surprise!” Stella said, grinning at me. “Robin? These are two of my friends from the place where I work,” she said, introducing the two women, who only then parted, rolling off on either side of the bed in order to greet me. “The black chick is Pauline, the brunette is Lucy, we call her Juicy Lucy because she really, really is…” Stella said, smiling at me.

I was still in a state of shock, I certainly hadn’t expected anything like this, and to be honest, I still didn’t know what it was I was in for, though having three naked women in the same room together was giving me a pretty good idea. Pauline was extremely tall, slender and very limber looking. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Stella’s, though not by much. Her dark chocolate nipples stood out in stark contrast to her deep almost golden colored skin tone, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Lucy as she’d been introduced,