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Between Their Sheets (Part One)

Desperation will make a girl do things she never thought of...

By Accacia GravesPublished 6 years ago 12 min read
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Every good love story starts when the protagonist is least expecting it. It shows up in their life when they are struggling with something, a death, the loss of a job, a breakup. They'll say "I'm not looking to date right now," but we all know given the chance, and an attractive face, they will.

This particular love story starts sort of unconventionally, as two of the people involved are already spoken for...

It started with an ad online. Adventurous couple seeking petite, alternative woman for a mind blowing evening of passionate sex, dinner, and wine included. $1,200 or more. Willing to negotiate prices in person. Call or email us.

Our protagonist, a petite, nineteen-year-old alternative goth model, stumbles across this ad while browsing for another job of similar qualifications.

You see, Willow is also a girl for hire when the pay is good enough, and this job is worth while. This job will put the last of the money she needs for her Mother's surgery into place, then she will never have to have sex for money again.

Fast forwards a few days, where Willow is meeting with the couple from the ad in an upscale coffee shop in the city, she normally would never step foot into a place like this for fear of prices and ridicule. But, the atmosphere is surprisingly diverse with people of all styles ordering coffee and chatting each other up on the plush leather couches.

She is nervous as she sits at one of the empty tables, dressed up in her usual alternative goth get up. Fishnets under thigh highs. Lolita maids uniform. Heart shaped choker. "Hooker boots." She has even done up her make-up to make her look sultry and appealing.

As people come and go from the coffee shop she grows weary. These people could very well be serial killers, she worries. I've been lucky so far. Most of these people are just lonely mid-twenty year old virgins and men who want to see young, live nude women. But, this is the first ad that clearly states sex is on the table. And with two people. This could go one of two ways: I get there, have an easy time with a bored couple. Or I get murdered and possibly featured on the news when the police find mine and six other women's bodies in their creepy basement.

She shakes her head and takes a long drink from the caramel late she has been drinking for the past twenty minutes.

Then the most appealing couple enters the coffee shop. Both are stunningly well-groomed, with expensive clothing and accessories. They look like something out of a European clothing magazine, and an upscale one at that.

Several of the customers give them warm smiles and acknowledge their presence as if this couple owned the place. Willow will come to find out that they do.

Willow straightens her posture when the couple turn their attention towards her. She smiles politely, keeping eye contact with the man, who may be in his late twenties with very prominent European features.

Willow has a thing for foreign men, and this man is a ten out of ten.

The woman he's with resembles that of a swimsuit model, with her perfect hourglass figure, long blonde hair, and long legs. She has pouty full lips and the bluest eyes.

It is intimidating to Willow, the five foot two inch tall, petite brunette woman.

The couple make their way to Willow's table, holding hands. They sit down in the chairs, smiling at her politely. Without having said a word to either of the Baristas, these two seem to have ordered as a woman brings over two drinks, setting them down in front of the couple.

"Thank you," The man speaks for the first time with a thick but understandable accent. He then turns his attention to Willow, who has been gazing at him with interest. "It's nice to meet you, my name is Sebastian Lacroix, and this is my wife Amélie Lacroix."

Willow smiles politely. "It is nice to meet you guys, too. My name is Willow, and I would prefer to keep my last name private. For safety reasons, in my line of work, you understand."

The couple share a glace, then return to checking Willow out, in a respectful manner she is not used to. Most of her clients ask to see her more intimate body parts almost right away. It's a breath of fresh air.

Amélie reaches across the table and touches Willow's hand gently with both of hers. "Tell us something about you, anything at all, don't think just speak."

"I am incredibly flexible." She says, sultry toned, biting her lip softly.

Sebastian chokes on his drink, coughing softly as he sets the cup back down on the table. "Interesting first comment about yourself." He smirks.

"You do realize our entire reason for being here is for a threesome right?" Willow laughs, speaking softly for privacy.

"Right to the point, are we? I like that, and I think I speak for both of us when I say that we like you. Would you like to come back to ours?" Amélie smiles, squeezing her hand tightly.

"Yes, I would."

______________________It's gonna get graphic._________________________

"Get that tight little ass out here now!" Sebastian orders, reclining on the California King sized bed wearing nothing but his slacks after a threeway passionate make out.

Amélie sits next to him in a lace bodysuit and thigh highs, she is biting her lip in anticipation.

Existing the bathroom, Willow is wearing a lacy black bralette with a matching thong, and thigh highs with stilettos. She has taken her hair out of its ponytail, mussing it up to look voluminous and sexy.

It makes her feel powerful to stand before people, their eyes on her body, entranced by the above average size of her breasts as the hardness of her nipples presses against the rough feel of lace, barely visible unless you're looking up close. It's like, for the time they are focused on her body, she has total control over the situation, nothing can surprise her. Not like life can.

She shoves negative thoughts away, crossing the bedroom with seduction. Her eyes hold the gazes of two people, the sultry look in her eyes compliments the biting of her lip. She doesn't know it, but her actions are driving the couple wold with desire.

"So," she whispers, climbing into the bed on all fours and tossing her hair sexily to the side. "Which one of you is first? I have plenty of, talents, to bestow upon you."

Sebastian pulls her roughly towards them, into a lying position between them. "Oh, no. That isn't how this is going to work, mon cher," Her whispers, his accent heavy in the French words. "First, we get to treat ourselves to the pleasure of hearing you writhing in the endless amount of pleasure we can provide."

Willow's breathing hitches as she feels the pleasant shiver run down her spine. None of her clients has ever treated her like this, as if she is a conquest, not just a plaything. It's exciting, both emotionally and physically.

She rubs her thighs together, the friction between her legs and theirs is almost like a little green go. Two sets of hands wandering up her body, caressing the porcelain skin teasingly. Sebastian's hands find their way under the thin lace thong, running the clothing down her legs with ease before tossing it across the room.

Willow instinctively moves her legs apart for him, pulling Amélie in for a kiss. She runs her hands down the length of Amélie's thighs to rest on her hips.

Amélie positions herself ontop of Willow so that their hips are flush with each other's, pressing her hard nipples against Willow's through the fabric of their clothes, rubbing them around as their lips tangle in a passionate make out.

Down south, where Sebastian has positioned himself between their legs, Willow's vagina exposed, but Amélie's vagina hidden behind the thin fabric of her bodysuit. He runs his hands down his wife's supple ass under the fabric until he reaches the crotch, where he pulls the fabric roughly and ripping it.

Against Willow's lips, Amélie smirks before quickly removing the ruined bodysuit. She is left bare as she sits on Willow's stomach, staring down at the woman seductively. "Like what you see, Baby?"

In response, Willow pulls her bralette off and then pulls Amélie in for more kissing as she explores her body, specifically the space between her legs.

Sebastian watches as Willow fingers Amélie expertly for a few moments before he moves down to flick his tongue cross Willow's clit a few times teasingly with his index and middle finger he plunges into her, fingering her to the same pace she fingers his wife.

Both women are moaning and grinding against each other and the pleasure between their legs, kissing less than before in an effort and other catch and their breath. Willow's lips move to her throat where she begins kissing along the length of it, grazing her teeth against the skin teasingly.

"Oh, don't tease me, Baby," she whimpers in pleasure, her own lips parted as she tilts her head upwards to show her neck.

Willow obeys her eagerly as she starts to human from the feeling of Sebastian's tongue on her clit, she bites down on Amélie's neck and sucks on it with purpose. She can feel the vibrations of Amélie's moans on her face, biting down even harder, testing the waters.

When the walls of her vagina tighten on Willow's fingers, she knows that with this woman, the harder the better.

Sebastian stops suddenly, pulling the women apart to kiss his wife roughly, his hand around her throat gently. He murmurs against her lips, "how does she taste, Mon Cher?"

Willow watches the couple as she runs her hands along each of their chests, she speaks in a sultry tone as her lips meet his ear. "Why doesn't she find out, while I find out how you taste?"

In close proximity, Amélie heard her words too, and she pushed her husband into a lying position on his back. "I like her idea, can we keep her?" She purrs to him, undoing his belt quickly.

He smirks at her. "We will see, my love."

Amélie unbuttoned and unzips his pants, then turns to Willow with a seductive glance. "Take them off, both his pants and his boxers, then I want you to rub yourself against his cock until it is hard, you will then suck it with your legs spread and your ass in the air, understood?" She orders.

"Yes, master," Willow says, kissing her lips once.

She then removes his clothing, leaving his large cock to flop onto his stomach. Her eyes widened briefly before she positions herself so that her wet vagina is resting against his cock. She crooks her finger at him, an order to sit up—which he does.

"I hope you are prepared to experience the single best blow job of your life, because I have yet to meet the man who can last more than thirty seconds in my mouth," she tells him, with strong eye contact and a confidence she has never felt before.

He smirks at her, his confidence makes her's seem small. "We will see about that, Mon cher, but I must warn you,"

He leans forwards, his lips to her ear as his fingers slip under her and into her. "I last much longer than any boy you have ever tangled with."

She shivers pleasantly and catches his lips in a heated kiss, grinding against his hardening cock eagerly, but at a teasing pace. They sink back against the bed, his hands wandering all over her body, from her supple breasts to the curve of her back and onto her ass where they remain during their heated kisses.

Amélie can't help but touch herself as she watches them, her fingers progressively getting wetter as she does.

As his hard cock presses against her, twitching underneath her with desire, Willow decides that it is time to work her way down. She drags herself down his body, nipples and hair touching his skin delicately as she kisses down.

He relaxes against the bed, putting his hands up above his head and sighing softly in desire. "Ohhhh."

She takes her time, teasing him, and eventually making her way to his cock. With her tongue she traces from the shaft to the tip, her hand gripping it tightly. She remembers Amélie's orders, spreading her legs and putting her ass up.

Amélie acts fast, coming up behind Willow and beginning to run her hands along her ass. "God, I swear you have the most perfect body." She tells her.

Willow smiles, tossing her hair to the side. "Thank you, Master." She then returns her attention to Sebastian, who is looking down at her with expectations.

She bites her lip and gives him a seductive look, maintaining eye contact, as she wraps her mouth along his cock then without any trouble takes it completely into her mouth.

Behind her, just as Willow's mouth fills with Sebastian's cock, Amélie begins shoving her tongue into her wet vagina agonizingly slow and teasing.

Sebastian moans as Willow does against his cock, the vibration giving him a shiver of pleasure.

She notices this, and she moans again, a drawn out moan that continues for a few seconds and then she pulls him out of her mouth.

The saliva covering his cock makes for a great lube as she strokes it a few times, bringing her mouth along with it and rubbing her tongue against the place under his head.

As she is doing this, Amélie is pumping her tongue in and out of Willow's vagina and rubbing her clit with her thumb. She is being ruthless in her pursuit of making Willow climax, practically begging for it.

Willow is struggling to contain herself as she threatens to come undone, so she is putting her focus into making Sebastian climax. She moans against his cock, following Amélie's ruthless pace.

The pair suddenly both climax.

Sebastian shooting warmth down Willow's throat, after two minutes—the quickest that he has ever cum, just as she had promised.

Amélie eager licks up the sweet wetness of Willow's climax with a smile.

The three collapse on the bed, wrapped in each others arms, panting.

"Can I just point out that I promised you would cum quickly?" Willow teases.

Sebastian laughs. "You're right, that was the fastest I have ever cum from a blow job."

Amélie laughs. "You came just as quickly, Baby," she tells willow.

They all laugh, then somehow dissolve into a threeway make out session and groping again.

"So, who is getting fucked first?" Sebastian asks after sometime, just as his cock twitches and hardens again.

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Accacia Graves

I am a Twenty-One year old Aspiring Author, and occasional blogger. I live in the Evergreen state with my Fiancé and five year old Dog. I try to enjoy the little things in life, especially when things seem to be hardest.

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