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The Mentorship, Part 10

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 10 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4069

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

There were a number of questions vollied at them when they showed up at the arena. Kevin grilled Scott, and if Brinkley wasn't mistaken, seemed like he had been up with worry all night. He glared at Brinkley from afar multiple times. She took the hint to avoid him. She still wasn't happy with what he'd pulled, but she was much less upset than before.

She had to assume that Scott had fucked a lot of the frustration right out of her.

She wondered if Kevin could perhaps sniff out what was going on or what had happened last night. Maybe he felt as if she was moving in on Scott and he didn't want to share his best friend.

“BRINK,” Curt snapped his fingers in her face.

She jolted and pulled herself out of her own thoughts.

“What??” She responded, irritated at being interrupted.

“Get your ass moving, we're up next,” he motioned for her to move quicker, “get out of la-la-land,” he snapped at her with his hand towel.

“Geez, alright alright!” She snipped, rubbing the stinging flesh on her thigh before she went back to lacing up her boots. She was relieved when Page agreed to let her interfere more physically. It was only a house show, but it was still important to her.

Page was still the face, but Brinkley heard more cheers than normal as she and Curt entered. They still had plenty of opposing fans to ridicule down the walkway.

“You're about to turn,” Curt said into her ear while they walked to the ring, “I can tell,”

Brinkley wasn't sure what to think. She'd always been the villain, it had been an escape for the idyllic, sheltered existence she'd left behind her. She hadn't expected this response.

“But I don't wanna,” she pouted, playing into her whiny role. Curt cupped her face as they stood by the ring apron.

“You'll be alright, baby girl, just let me handle it,” he assured her with a wink.

She didn't know if his response was kayfabe or real. She'd have to find out after the match. For now she was focused on having to sell a Diamond Cutter finishing move.

She interfered and because of that was “accidentally” given the move. As she lay on the mat, she heard the crowd murmur and then boo Page. Curt suplexed him for the win.

He checked on her to make sure she was really alright, then pulled her out of the ring. She pretended to come-to enough to walk with his assistance.

“You're welcome,” Page said, coming in from the ring.

“For what?” She asked, “I'm the one that made you look good,” she stuck her tongue out playfully.

“I'm the one that put you over,” he looked at her and Curt knowingly.

“But I -” she started, but was shut down by Curt.

“We are going to have to workshop her character,” Curt said, knowing Page was involved with Creative, “She needs to start working matches during house shows.”

Brinkley didn't argue with others around. She knew how disrespectful it would come across to second-guess Curt in front of everyone. She knew things had to be done a certain way. That was a ‘day one’ thing Curt had taught her.

She waited until they were in the car before she spoke up.

“But am I really ready to be a face?” She questioned, definitely not confident in the idea yet.

“I think it's a good time for you to try,” he said with all the confidence.

“Scott,” she whined, hoping he'd side with her.

“Hey, I'm for it,” he looked back at her somewhat apologetic, “Me and Kev are gonna bring you in with us. I can't complain.”

“What?!” She looked between them both several times, “when was this discussed?”

“Doll, your first day here,” Scott said, remembering back to her shy introduction, “I called dibs on you,”

Brinkley wanted to be upset, but thinking about Scott wanting to have her from day one gave her a smug satisfaction.

“Are you staying with Kev tonight?” She asked, ignoring the awkward feeling of Curt hearing everything.

“Probably…” Scott said, feeling a heavy disappointment.

“Jesus, for fuck's sake,” Curt rolled his eyes, “I'll go to the bar and you two have the room for a few hours. Just don't break any of the furniture.” He warned.

Scott looked back at her with a wicked smirk.

“No promises. Right, Brink?”

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Curt sat at a table, empty whiskey glasses in front of him. He was relieved that Brinkley was interested in Scott. However, she’d become such a part of his everyday, that he wondered what separation would look like. He couldn’t stop thinking about what may be going on in the hotel room he was paying for.

He didn’t know what irritated him more, the fact that he was thinking about that, or Kevin’s indirect line of questioning. He seemed to fare similarly when his right-hand person was M.I.A.

“So, what you’re saying is we’re going to end up with her, but you are still gonna be her trainer?” Kevin asked, pondering the idea. At this point, he was a significant voice on the creative team. If he was on board, it wouldn’t likely be necessary to convince anyone else.

“Yeah, pretty much, she might need to transition to another trainer at some point like we all did, but probably not just yet. Kowalski did a good job with Chyna, but she’d have to take some time off,” Curt mused aloud.

“Then she’d be off TV again for a while. If she’s getting momentum, can’t do that,” Kevin took a swig looking back at the door as if expecting Scott to come waltzing through at any moment, “Maybe I’ll train her,”

Curt laughed.

“Pretty sure you’re just wanting an excuse to throw her around,” though he was amused by the suggestion, he absolutely did not think Kevin and Brinkley could coexist in that way.

“You’re right, I don’t need her brand of headache anyway,” He shrugged off his own suggestion, “Scott could,”

Curt had honestly considered it before. He separated their positions - Curt had trained her first and the physical affection came later. Scott’s interaction with her started that way. He didn’t think there was much of a chance of Scott successfully training her at anything except being his fuck buddy. He did feel a surge of aggression when he wondered if she would call Scott ‘daddy’.

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Brinkley tried to act completely collected as Curt readied and left for the bar. As soon as the door closed, she scrambled off the bed and to the bathroom, dolling herself up just a little. She dug through her bag, frustrated at the lack of sexy, showy options. She didn’t want to lug around an entire wardrobe, but she would need to figure out something better than this, especially if she wanted to make an impression.

A set of quick raps on the door made her forget that problem. She opened it and Scott stood on the other side of it, his arm leaning on the doorway.

“Evening,” His slight smile and downward gaze gave away his intentions immediately. She felt stupid for giggling, but the noise rose out of her unintentionally.

“How nice of you to drop by,” She stepped aside, inviting him in, “Can I get you anything,” She sarcastically offered in her best hostess impression.

“Yeah, your pussy full of my tongue,” He shut the door behind him and quickly yanked his shirt off. He knew they’d have a few hours, but he intended to fill them as much as would her.

Brinkley liked his direct method. It left no guessing about what he wanted. She felt small and helpless as he stalked towards her and she liked it. She backed up until the back of her knees hit the bed, letting gravity sit her on the edge of it. Before she could scoot back any farther, he grabbed ahold of one of her ankles and yanked on the legs of her pants, slipping them from her easily. She bit her lip as he still approached her, crawling across the bed now.

When her back hit the headboard, he closed in on her. His fingers gripped around the lacy hem of her panties and yanked them down, effectively ripping the side seam out. She gasped, the proof of his brute strength made her sex throb.

Her knees were closed, but his hand slid between them, allowing him to crawl between her slowly opening legs. She had a small twinge of uncertainty at someone new in such an intimate space, but the moment his tongue darted across her sensitive clit, her eyes fluttered closed and she forgot any inhibition that previously existed.

Scott hummed against the sweet taste of her juices that painted his tongue as he licked a trail up and down her slit. He moved slowly, savoring her and listening to the sounds it elicited from her. He wanted her to enjoy this; he wanted her craving him. He wanted her to be desperate for more.

Brinkley could barely handle leaving her eyes open to see Scott’s head slowly bobbing between her thighs. She could feel his rough stubble against her pussy lips and it felt even better than she’d imagined. As his tongue slowly circled her clit, she felt the tingles building, rolling her hips ever so slightly. His tongue slipped down though, teasing the edge of her aching entrance, building a different kind of tingle. She felt herself drawing close again only for him to switch his focus.

Scott laughed to himself as she squirmed more and more underneath him. She was fun to tease. She didn’t seem to know he was doing so on purpose yet, making her longing whimpers like music to his ears. He suckled her clit now, letting two fingers slip into her needy cunt. She nearly melted into the mattress as he massaged her g-spot and wiggled his tongue across her pulsing clit.

“Scott, god pleeeease,” She looked down at him, her thighs quivering, her body flushed with want.

“Please what?” He looked up at her with a dark stare, his lips damp from her juices, his fingers working deeper inside of her. His feral look nearly made her cum, her sex clenching around his fingers.

“Please let me cum,” She pleaded, enjoying the idea that he was in control of her. He seemed to appreciate her approach.

“Please let you cum, what,” He slowed his fingers, not letting her move quickly against them.

Brinkley was stuck in his gaze, her eyes searching his. She had an idea of what he wanted her to say. After all he had been witness to her calling Curt that very thing. But for some reason, she was unsure.

Scott could see the uncertainty on her face immediately and silently cursed himself for trying to work that wordplay in so early. He assumed that it took a while for Curt and her to develop that level. He began to retract, but she spoke first.

“Please let me cum, sir,” She bit her lip and looked at him as innocently as she could.

Scott took the consolation without hesitation. He pumped his fingers quicker, slipping a third in. He pressed the muscled flat of his tongue against her nub and rubbed it roughly in time with his fingers, feeling and tasting her orgasm as she pressed herself more firmly against his face.

Brinkley’s breath stalled as her voice caught in her throat. Her head thunked against the headboard as the pressure in her sex released a burning crescendo of pleasure. She gasped for breath between the quaking tremors, feeling lightheaded by the force of her orgasm.

“Gonna have to call housekeeping for some new sheets,” His gruff voice spoke gently, still letting his fingers stroke her shuddering insides softly.

Brinkley looked down to see a damp spot soaking the blanket below her and her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“That’s so hot, baby girl,” He crooned, as if knowing she was unsure, “Never done that before?”

She shook her head, feeling better with Scott’s praise.

“Maybe we’ll make this Curt’s bed,” She joked, her voice still trembling a little.

“Naughty girl, I like the way you think,” Scott lifted himself up, kissing her panting mouth, letting her taste her own juices from his lips and tongue.He remembered her fervent reaction with anything on her neck and let his lips slide there next. She did not disappoint him, arching up against him as he bit and pulled the skin lightly, “Let’s see how wet you can really get it,”

Scott plunged his fingers back in as he resisted really biting her and leaving tell tale marks that would likely draw a lot of attention. She inhaled sharply, not ready for the onslaught of his controlled but fierce ministrations. She felt tingling in her core again as she clamped down on his fingers, crying out wordlessly as she came again.

He slid his soaked fingers from her assaulted cunt and spread the wetness up and down her slit. He looked up at her as he did, that same intense stare making her feel like she was about to be the victim of a very brutal assault.

“Good girl,” He praised and she was sure those words alone might have soaked the bed more. She saw him fumbling with that belt again. She wondered why he even bothered putting it on. His dick was big enough to hold his pants up anyway. Her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down and pulled the tip of her nipple with his teeth, letting it pop back just before she would have asked him to stop. The prickling pain morphed quickly into a smoldering pleasure. He did it again, letting go just as she whimpered, working the hardening bud into an aching peak.

“If I ever hurt you…tell me,” He kissed the valley between her breasts as he made his way to the other, “I only want you to feel good with me,” His rasp inflamed and chilled her at the same time. She couldn’t help but shiver, arching again as he drew the other nipple between his teeth.

“I will,” She nearly hissed just as he let go again. He leered at her with an expectant look as he paused, “I mean….yes, sir,” She said with a sheepish grin.

“That’s better,” His tongue bathed the tip of her tit now, a welcome softness to his earlier enjoyable torture, “Don’t let it happen again,” He growled as he nipped again.

She could hear the belt loose now, hanging from his jeans as his zipper descended. She felt a rush of excitement as he rolled to his back and kicked his jeans to the floor. There was more light now, and more opportunity to really take in the sight of him. To her she couldn’t imagine more of an ideal specimen of masculinity.

She didn't realize she licked her lips as her eyes took in the entirety of him. She crawled over to him, kissing his shoulder down to his chest, nipping at his nipple in a similar, teasing fashion. She smirked as he hissed in return, but still watched her, one hand toying with his hardening member.

She took her time kissing down his torso, her tongue savoring the taste of his skin. She bit his hipbone lightly before she made a trail to his swelling shaft.

“Look how hard you make me,” he built her up more, “so damn hard, baby,”

He held his cock for her, letting her tease the pulsing tip with her lips. He bucked up his hips as soon as she took the tiniest bit of him in, filling her mouth quickly. She took the hint, letting her lips slide farther down on each pass. His cock stretched her lips and made taking him deeper challenging. But she was always up for a challenge.

She used his groans and praises to mark her actions, repeating what garnered the most of both. She looked up at him as she did so, hoping she was sucking his cock well, but also looking good while doing it.

“Jesus, you look so hot with my dick in your pretty mouth,” he grumbled, his teeth on edge. His hand slid over the top of her head and encouraged her to move faster and slip him deeper. She resisted choking when his glans would probe her throat, gasping for breath when he pulled his cock from her mouth and slapped it against her lips.

“I need that fucking pussy now,” he demanded, his words cracking an invisible whip, “on your knees, girl,”

Brinkley felt her subservient obedience kick in like a natural response as she turned on all fours.

“Yes, sir,”

She watched him over her shoulder, biting her lip as he knelt behind her. She heard him fumbling with something, hearing a paper-like tearing sound.

“Need to be more careful than last time,” he slipped the condom over himself, running his hands over the curve of her taut ass appreciatively, “gonna be hard enough not to just fuck you all the time,” he laid a sharp smack on one cheek. She jumped and whimpered but waited for another.

Scott admired the temporary outline of his handprint, evening up on the other cheek. He ran his tip through her slit and pressed against her entrance. Though she was as wet as could be, he still struggled against the tightening confines of her sex.

He had to wonder if Curt hadn't really fucked her very much. She was shaking as he sank in, her face falling to the bed, keeping her perky ass perched in the air.

He let her acclimate as he sheathed himself fully into her. He ran a hand slowly up her back and back down, calming her reserve. He didn't shame her, that was far too harsh.

He grabbed her hips as he started to move in her, slowly at first but with ever-increasing force.

She yelped into the bed each time he bottomed out, feeling a new pleasure center being struck. She had to keep herself from trying to crawl away. She felt as if she was seeing stars every time he thrusted in her. She felt lightheaded as he smacked her ass again.

“Baby, you have no idea how good this looks,” Scott said, almost horsley, as he looked at her pussy, swallowing his cock with each thrust, “taking it like my good girl,” he felt her spasm around his member and grinned.

Brinkley rolled her eyes back as she came again, shockwaves emanating from her core outward. She had the blanket balled up in her fists, breathing through clenched teeth. She gasped when she felt his hand sliding along her scalp and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

She felt immobilized by his control, absorbing every intense thrust whether she could handle them or not. She barely managed to open her eyes, met with a mirror reflection across the room of herself with Scott behind her, a pleasured, determined look on his face.

She felt odd watching herself being fucked, but had to admit, she looked good being fucked by Scott. Especially the way he was manhandling her.

“You gonna swallow my cum, baby girl?” He asked with a deep gruffness.

Her response paused, another thing she'd never done, but curiosity flooded her as much as her desire to give him what he wanted. She tried to nod, but was still held captive by his hand on her hair.

“Yes. Yes, sir,” she managed as he thrusted in her quickly.

“Get over here,” he growled, regretfully pulling out of her and ripping off the condom. He stood at the side of the bed as she turned around quickly, still dizzied by the ferocity of his prowess. She lay on her stomach, looking up at him with her mouth open as he quickly stroked his cock.

“Tongue out,” he demanded, holding himself directly over her waiting mouth. As she slipped it out, he felt his balls tighten and his cum shot from the tip, his seed collecting on her tongue and lips.

She sucked his spunk down, swallowing it just in time to receive another generous spurt. She couldn't quite place the taste of it, but didn't let it linger too long before swallowing.

Scott watched with smug gratification at how eagerly she lapped up his cum. And the way she looked at him the entire time he found incredibly hot. He let her suck the last drops from the tip, shuddering as he became hypersensitive to every touch.

She let his cock fall from her mouth and pulled herself up to her knees.

“Was it good?” She asked with a modest concern.

“Are you fucking serious?” Scott stood directly in front of her, out of breath, his forehead dotted with sweat, his body flushed from his sexual exertion, “Look at me, I'm a damn mess,” he let out a raspy laugh, “Good doesn't begin to describe it,”

She looked proud, but insecure that she even had to ask.

“Sorry …I just…I'd never done it that way,” her cheeks burned as she sat back against her heels.

“Don't ever apologize,” his hand caught her chin from looking down, “not when you're that stellar of a fuck,”

She wasn't sure how to take the compliment, but had to grin at his earnest expression.

“Well…” she reached out to him, her hand slowly massaging his balls, “it is still pretty early….”

“Fucking christ, girl,” he groaned, but did not pull away.

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Curt stumbled into the dark room half expecting to still see Scott here defiling Brinkley, but the room was quiet and still. He felt relieved, kicking his shoes off to the side.

“Brinkley?” He called out in the dark with no answer. He could see her in bed, snuggled under the covers asleep. She was alone, not that he’d expected Scott to stay the entire night. Part of him hoped she’d still be awake, wanting to tell him about everything she’d done that night and the selfish part of him had hoped she’d share that she was still somewhat unfulfilled and needed him to finish the job.

Clearly that wasn’t the case.

He sighed, but stripped down to his underwear and flopped into bed.

“What the fuck??” He exclaimed as a cold dampness lay under him. Turning on the light and lifting up the blanket, he could see the wet spot spread to the sheets, “Are you fucking kidding me…” It was obvious to him that she indeed had a pleasurable evening. He turned the light back off and he slipped into Brinkley’s bed instead. He had to appreciate the rib, but he couldn’t help but be a little ticked off at the same time. But she was the one that now had to share her bed; the more he thought about it, he’d hoped she’d share a little more.

She moaned and turned over toward him as he laid down. It was easy to see that she was naked as he’d climbed in, with his buzz, he could definitely use some female company. He slid closer to her, pulling his cock out at the same time.

He took her hand and placed it on his shaft, rousing her a little.

“Scott?” She mumbled, struggling to open her eyes, “Oh, Curt…what are you doing?” Still lethargic from sleep, she struggled to come to.

“Daddy needs some help,” He moved her hand up and down his shaft, “If you think you can handle it.”

“I don’t know, Daddy, I’m…I’m kinda sore,” she whined a little in her sleepy voice, “Or I would,” She woke a little more now, moving her hand on her own, “And tired…can we wait until tomorrow? Unless this is all you want…”

Curt felt foolish and irritated, but couldn’t very well blame her for being honest.

“Of course we can,” He sighed, but hummed when she didn’t pull her hand back right away. Even if he didn’t cum, her touch felt nice.

“Thank you, Daddy,” She mewled, snuggling up against his chest. She’d wished Scott could stay so she could sleep against him. It was such a nice way to wake up. But Curt was also an incredibly nice body to curl up against.

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84reedsy · 1 month

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The Mentorship, Part 9

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 9 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4406

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

It was now Brinkley that was handing out silent treatments, barely answering Curt as he tried to generate conversation. He was a little surprised at the length of her tantrum and why she was holding on to her anger so long. She normally let things roll off her back fairly easily. She would need that skill as much as any other on the road. Spending this much time with any group would get to anyone, but if she didn’t forgive and forget, she was going to spend a lot of time upset.

“This…this is kind of fancy,” She finally spoke, looking at the hotel they pulled into, normally they stuck with what was cheap and nearby, this was neither.

“So she does still speak,” Curt said snarkily as he parked, “ Yeah, I got a connection,” he fibbed.

“Did we beat everyone else?” She looked around not seeing any cars she recognized.

“Guess so,” he shrugged, grabbing for his own bag.

Scott reached in and grabbed his and her bag as well. She tried to grab it from him.

“I can get my own bag,” She huffed, but could not budge it from his shoulder.

“Give it up, Brink, I’ve got the damn bag,” he refused her, only making her scowl more.

Curt arrived at the desk ahead of them, giving his name and credit card for the reservation he’d made. He cringed at the total, but signed without hesitation.

He walked over to Scott and Brinkley as they entered the lobby. Curt held up three cards.

“Just had one room, booked up for the night,” He lied again. Scott knew the truth, but played it off as if he were mildly annoyed.

“Not sharing a bed with you this time, Hennig,” He said, but looked at Brinkley. She could feel his eyes on her and felt a small surge of pride that her prank might live on in infamy. She dropped the small smile that had snuck out of her quickly, “And no cameras,”

Brinkley knew he was trying to goad her into responding, but she resisted. She took her card key, a little irritated that she wouldn’t have space from Scott other than when they naturally would go out to the bar. She assumed she’d end up sharing a bed with Curt. She tried not to think of what she might get away with out of spite for Scott who would be sleeping feet away.

She tried to squash feeling bad about having that thought. The truth was, Scott had not done anything to her; Kevin had. And Kevin was more of an ornery brat than even she was. She tried to also ignore the guilt settling in her gut for taking out her anger on Scott. She might be dabbling in hypocrisy herself. She’d apologize tomorrow if she still felt the same.

She was shocked at the size of the room and that there was more than one actual room.

“You paid for a suite?” She walked into the separated bedroom where a massive king bed filled most of the room. Another bedroom had two full size beds and even the living room had a couch that looked incredibly comfortable. Worst case scenario she’d be camping out here. She would imagine having paid for the room, Curt would claim the main bedroom.

“It’s all they had,” Curt shrugged, tossing his bag into that bedroom as expected.

“At least no one has to share,” Scott dropped his bag by the door. She couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or relieved. He looked at Curt, who mouthed silently “30 minutes…”

She was surprised when only Scott left for the bar, not inviting her and Curt opting to stay behind. She felt stupid for feeling left out. Why on earth would he invite her after the way she’d been towards him since the match? She was confused by her own signals and she was the one sending them.

As she showered, she wondered if Curt remembered he’d asked her to only wait one more day. She felt a tingle between her legs as she thought about it, the hot water stream doing nothing to diminish it. She’d made it nearly two weeks, even though she tried to cash in on day one. She couldn’t help how attracted she was to him; she did find herself disappointed that it wouldn’t be Scott. She felt like they were close to some sort of sexual breakthrough.

Digging through her things, she found the lacey lingerie with the tags still attached. She looked at the black lace that was so skimpy, she might as well just go naked. But she slipped it on, nearly falling over as she tried to step into the panties, discovering that they were crotch-less panties.

“Well what is the freaking point then,” She mumbled to herself in the mirror, checking angles. It still looked sexy. The bra-like top was about as useful in coverage, but worked magic on lift. She took advantage of one of the complimentary robes and crept out of the bathroom. Hearing the other shower going from the master suite was a relief and she quickly tiptoed into his room.

She sat on the corner of the bed, trying to decide whether to keep the robe on for a reveal, or let it lay open. She leaned back on her elbows, opting for the latter and crossed her legs. She felt a nervous leap in her stomach when the water ceased. After only a few moments, Curt emerged in nothing but a towel around his waist, drying his hair with another. He paused when he saw what lay on his bed.

He had expected something, but was surprised by what she was wearing - more specifically how little.

“You said one more day,” She murmured, “You’ve kept that dick from me for long enough,”

“Thinking of this for the ring?” He looked over the ‘outfit’, even with her legs crossed, he noticed the lack of fabric, “You’ll be the most popular one there,”

“No…this is for you,” she lifted herself so she leaned back on her hands now, her chest naturally jutting forward.

“Just for me?” He questioned, knowing that she likely bought at the off chance Scott might get to see it, “What a thoughtful little girl,” He could care less why she bought it, he was the one getting to enjoy it, “Show Daddy more,”

She uncrossed her legs slowly and spread them for him as he walked slowly toward her. She bit her lip, looking hungry when he undid his towel and let it fall. His shaft was already thickening, hanging with a heavy sway that made her lick her lips at the sight of it.

“I should make these the only thing you wear around me,” he teased, “My balls would be dry,”

“Might make you a little lighter and faster on your feet,” She teased back, “I haven’t seen you jack off since that first night,” She bit her lip sheepishly as he paused.

“So you saw that huh?” He placed one knee on the bed between her legs, “I thought you’d be fast asleep,”

“Kinda hard to sleep next to a jackhammer,” She derided him. Curt only sarcastically grinned for a moment before his hand gripped her face firmly.

“I bet you had a lot of dirty thoughts…show me what you wanted to do when you saw me stroking my cock,” He squeezed her jaw lightly, before leaning down to kiss her. He left her lips swollen and her eyes were even darker and hungrier than before.

Brinkley slid off the bed, the robe falling to the floor. As Curt sat on the corner of the bed, she knelt between his legs. She remembered how he liked her to start, teasing the tip and touching it softly. She kissed lightly from the tip down the underside to his very laden testicles, eliciting a groaning response when she licked each one. He cursed when she sucked one heavy orb into her mouth, her hand slowly stroking him.

As she slowly moved her mouth back up along his pulsing flesh, she made a point to use the tip of her tongue to slowly lick the pearl of precum from his tip. She relished the way he looked at her as she pleasured him, she wondered if Scott would look at her like that.

She sank his tip between her lips, slowly descending with each pass. She had to admit, there was something she really enjoyed about this act. Perhaps it was the control, it might have been the pride of making a man respond so primally. She focused on doing things to make him groan, curse, or grab her head.

He did the latter with both hands, slowing the bob of her head out of preservation. He saw the room door open through the bedroom doorway and felt smug, but excited at the same time.

Scott walked in quietly, carefully to control the door as it shut. He could hear the muted, but telltale noises that said he'd arrived right on time.

Through the bedroom doorway he saw Curt, but his eyes immediately focused on the sight of Brinkley's ass, hovering above the floor as her knees splayed below her. Out of those tights it looked even better. Whatever she was wearing, he thanked god it was so little.

Her dark damp hair fell down her back, curling in loose waves. He couldn’t wait to thread his large fist into them. Curt was definitely into the moment, but he managed to motion to him.

Scott slipped his shirt off and walked slowly and quietly up behind her. His adrenaline coursed through his veins; his pulse was loudly thumping in his ears. He kneeled on the floor behind her. She looked to be very content sucking cock. He needed that to be him.

Brinkley dipped her head lower and lower, gasping for breath every few passes. She followed the pressure of both of his hands holding her head to set the pace, liking the feeling of being directed. She moaned against his cock as she felt two fingers slip between her pussy lips, gently stroking the freshly wet skin of her sex. The fingertips massaged her clit in wide slow circles.

“Oh, Daddy yes,” she moaned with a low rasp.

Scott’s eyebrows shot up at the kinky wordplay. His cock pulsed in his jeans.

As she descended on his cock again she paused, still feeling both of his hands on her head. And there was no possible way that his hands would be touching her like she was being touched.

Curt felt her start to pull away, but he held her head in place with his hands. Her whole body stiffened as she slightly dug her nails into his thighs.

“Calm down,” he spoke low, but firm. She was still rigid, feeling the fingers on her sex stall, but not recede, “do you trust me?”

Brinkley was able to lift her mouth off of him, her breathing shaking as she felt a stranger's hands on her. She looked up at Curt with wide eyes as he asked her again.

“Do you trust me,” he met her eyes. She didn't want to say yes, but it would have been a lie to say otherwise.

“Yes,” she answered, nodding her head. But she still couldn't turn to see who was touching her.

“Cum for him,” Curt said, still holding her head, his cock resting against her cheek.

She shuddered as the strong, long fingers started working her again. He knew how to tease her clit, still circling but occasionally flicking over it quickly.

Scott couldn't wait to taste her, just her scent alone was making his mouth water. He considered sliding under her and letting her ride his face until she was spent, but watching her like this was quite the show as well.

Unable to resist, he slid his fingers back and slid them inside her with rhythmic strokes. He bit his tongue to keep from groaning as she started fucking his fingers back.

“Fuck…I'm gonna cum….” She blushed for a moment, realizing she'd already called Curt 'daddy’ in front of this mystery person.

“Good girl, cum for him, tell him,” Curt's hands loosened, sliding down to her arms.

Brinkley bit her lip, whimpering as her sex tightened around the invading digits.

“I'm cumming! God, Yes! Please don't stop…” she begged, nearly collapsing in Curt's lap. She panted through the aftershocks, knowing who she hoped would be there when she looked back.

She wasn't sure she wanted to look, just by the off chance it really was someone else. Curiosity got the best of her as she slowly peeked behind her. Scott's hairy, perfect torso was a welcome relief and whatever tenseness that remained melted away.

A surge of desire flooded her as her eyes lifted to meet his. He was still touching her, gently and softly. She was sure she'd never seen his face so dark and full of want.

“Are you OK with this?” Scott asked, hooking his fingers inside of her a little.

She gasped a little but nodded. She turned slightly, snaking an arm around his neck to pull him down to her. She was desperate to kiss him again and his hungry lips did not disappoint. He had to let his fingers slip out of her, but he slid it around her to massage a lace covered breast.

Brinkley let her free hand stroke Curt, his shaft still slick from her mouth.

“What do you want to do with her, Scott?” Curt couldn't be called an ungracious host, but he knew Scott had been more than anxious to get with her.

Scotts head swam, he almost was in disbelief that she was here, mostly naked in his arms and willingly and fully available to him. He was torn between tasting her and feeling her lips on his cock. While he volleyed his options, she lifted his cum soaked fingers to her lips and suckled herself from them, her eyes never leaving his.

“Christ, I need my dick sucked…bad,” he was fumbling with his belt clumsily. Brinkley felt Curt pull her towards the bed and she followed, but didn't take her eyes off of Scott's quickly working hands.

Curt laid her out on the bed, parting her legs he devoured her already gleaning pussy. She jolted a bit, still sensitive from Scott's ministrations. She arched a little off the bed, feeling it dip slightly. Looking up, she saw Scott's somehow more impressive shaft pulsing over her face. She turned towards it, achingly hungry for him as she failed to start at a slow pace as she had with Curt.

“FUCK,” Scott hissed through his teeth as his hand slid through her hair and pushed past her threshold. She pulled away coughing and gasping, but sank him back in her mouth on her own quickly, “Oh, fuck that is such a good girl,” he growled, his arousal flared by her eagerness to please.

Brinkley felt an orgasm rushing forward as Curt roughly sucked her clit. As It crashed into her, she did her best to deepthroat Scott, making his head tilt back and his fingers grip her hair tighter.

“Please fuck me,” she begged, desperately needing to feel filled by either of them.

Curt definitely could have sunk into her, but resisted. He slipped off the bed.

“Guests first,” he joked, not having to tell Scott twice.

Brinkley felt butterflies burst in her stomach as Scott slid quickly between her legs. She propped herself up as Scott yanked her by the hips toward him. He smacked her clit with his tip, eliciting a gasp each time.

Scott watched her face as he sank halfway in. She looked at him with a mix of relief and seduction, moaning loudly as he thrusted the rest of the way in, pushing her threshold of fullness.

“Ohmygod,” she fell back to the bed, her breath caught in her chest as he thrusted again. Curt gripped her tits roughly as she reached to stroke him, suckling his tip as he moved closer.

Scott was mesmerized by how his cock looked disappearing in her gripping sex. He could feel her spasming around him and it only heightened his arousal to feel how responsive she was to him. He rolled his hips in a harsh rhythm, pausing between only to hear her pleasured responses.

“You wanna try something new, baby girl?” Curt asked, stroking her hair as she looked at him in a sex laden haze. She nodded, Scott's slowing thrusts still filling her, “Say it, “

“Yes, Daddy,” she whined, feeling Scott’s cock twitch inside her. Curt smirked and slid off the bed.

“Be right back,” he disappeared into the bathroom.

Scott took the opportunity and lay over the top of her, kissing her. Her legs naturally wrapped around him. He had to use every bit if him not to fuck her silly until his nut overflowed out of her tight pussy.

“Get on top of him,” Curt urged, setting a bottle on the bedside table. He stroked his cock with the gel while she timidly straddled Scott's hips, “She's never been on top before,” Curt smirked again, seeing her nervous.

Scott was quick to lay flat, rubbing her thighs as she hovered above him.

“She'll take to it really good,” he crooned at her, “won't you baby?” His dark gaze looking up at her and his petting hands were encouragement enough. He helped guide the bulging member into her and as he filled her again, her eyes fluttered closed and a satisfied groan left her mouth. His hips bucked a little, emboldening her to move on him. She gyrated with a slow, fluid motion.

Both men were taken while watching her move. Take to this position, did she ever. Curt wondered if they'd have another chance where he could watch her work him like this.

As she moved, Curt stripped the bra off of her, both enjoying the sway of her tits as her movements became more spirited. Brinkley braced herself against Scott's chest, her fingers raking through his dark hair. Just touching him was turning her on more than she'd imagined. She was losing track of how many times his cock had made her cum, assaulting her g-spot without mercy. She knew she'd want him again.

“Bend over sweetheart,” Curt gently pushed her downward. Scott's hands roughly toyed with her tits. He knew Curt's plan now, trying to keep her relaxed.

“Just breath,” he murmured, pulling her down to kiss him. Curt situated himself behind her, pressing his thick, slickened glans against her still virgin asshole.

She whimpered against Scott’s lips as Curt slowly inched his way in. She tensed, but both men tried to relax her. She tried to calm herself, soon feeling a fullness that she couldn't describe if she tried.

As both men moved in a slow rhythm, Brinkley was robbed of coherent thought, airy moans were all that left her. Both cocks stroking her insides sent constant shockwaves to her core. Curt's possessive grip around her waist and Scott's pawing and wandering hands sent her over the edge of sensory overload.

As Curt fucked her ass harder, she was pushed against Scott, her nipples rubbed roughly by his chest hair. She bit lightly as his collarbone as she came to the intensity of both holes being filled.

“Jesus, Brinkley, your pussy is gonna kill me,” Scott mumbled into her ear, his hips thrusting upwards with a magnitude that alluded to his own pending orgasm.

“Fuck…so is this hot little ass,” Curt grunted, not fighting his orgasm as he came in her no- longer-innocent hole, filling her deep as he stayed buried to the hilt.

She moaned as she felt one filling her, but also feeling the stretch of Scott's cock as it threatened to spill into her as well.

“I should pull out,” he whispered, but his face betrayed his suggestion.

“Don't you fucking dare,” Brinkley's lust filled eyes dared him to defy her. He didn't need any further convincing as he grunted and flooded her cunt with his plentiful seed.

She grinned slightly, moaning at the feeling of his cum inside her. She’d imagined it for so long, but it felt so much better than she could have thought. And Curt's adventurous ploy only added to her sexual satisfaction.

Curt slipped from her first, helping her to sit up and to her shaky and unstable legs.

“Dirty girl's gonna need to shower again,” he popped her asscheek lightly.

“I got her,” Scott popped up, picking her up when her legs still wobbled. Curt stepped back. He hoped that things would go this way. If Scott could take his place for her physical outlet, it would be better for all of them.

Scott carried her to the bathroom and drew her a bath. She felt embarrassed by the level of attention, but did not reject it. She sat in the steamy water, her legs and hips still quivered a bit. Scott had rinsed himself, but sat naked next to the tub with her.

“I guess you aren't still pissed at me,” Scott joked, “if I had known that was his plan-”

Brinkley leaned over and pressed her hand to his mouth.

“I know. I was being ridiculous,” she admitted, “I'm sorry,” She returned with her own apology. “I'm glad you came,” she rested her chin on his forearm.

“Kind hard not to,” he joked, crassly, “that thing you got between your legs is dangerous,”

Brinkley couldn't help but giggle as her cheeks burned.

“You know what I mean,” she nudged him lightly, “I really am…”

Scott's hand slid over her hair, resting on her cheek, his thumb stroking slowly.

“Me too,”

“So…I guess you know that Curt and I…” she trailed off, knowing that it was more than obvious.

“Yeah, I've known for a while, actually,” he admitted, “Curt might have let the cat outta the bag early.”

“How long??” She was surprised at his admission.

“About a week before we came back out?” He thought back, “Yeah, about that long,” He started to feel guilty now. He wouldn't blame her for feeling used, “He said that you had pulled a fast one on him. And if anyone knows anything about him…he will get the last word,”

“So…was this just a joke to you?” She asked. He turned expecting her to be angry, but she looked only curiously at him.

“No,” he shook his head, “it mighta been a means to an end. But you should know I've been wanting this,”

“I did. I wanted it, too,” she splashed him with a small sprinkling of water.

“You've wanted me since the first time we met. I saw it in your eyes,” Scott narrowly avoided the water, “and I know you still want me more,” he said with a confidence that would have made it true if it wasn't already.

“So what if I do? What does that make…?” She motioned between them.

“I don't know yet…but um,” he wanted to ask her to not sleep with Curt, or anyone else, but he didn't know how he could do that without asking for a singular loyalty. He wasn't sure he was capable of being in a relationship, “I just don't know yet,” he gave up on being a hypocrite. He turned, leaning his back against the side of the tub.

“We don't have to label anything,” she slid up behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, “but there is one thing…”

Scott's hand rested on her forearms, “and what's that?” He might have been averted from relationships, but he definitely liked this intimacy they were sharing.

“I really want to feel that mouth on my pussy at least once,” she ran her fingers over his rough, five o'clock shadow.

“Baby, you're gonna have a hard time keeping me away from it,” Scott's deep voice promised.

Curt was in bed when they both emerged from the bathroom. She led Scott by his hand to the bed, laying in the middle and pulling him down into the sheets.

She rolled over, kissing Curt's cheek before whispering in his ear, “I'm getting you back for this,” she knew though his eyes were closed, he was still awake.

Scott felt awkward at first, though, he felt better when she rolled back to him and rested her cheek on his chest and laid her arm over him.

“Is this OK?” She mumbled, taking in his scent and the feel of him against her just in case he pushed her away.

“More than okay, girl,” holding a warm body next to him that wasn't there just to use him was more comforting than he'd thought. He slept easily, pretending it was just the two of them

Brinkley did not want to wake when a soft alarm started to buzz. She moaned, covering her ear with her hand. She snuggled down into the same hairy torso she'd fallen asleep against. She only opened her eyes when the alarm silenced. She looked up to see Curt rousing.

“Don't get up yet,” she motioned for him to return to the solace of the sheets.

“But it's getting late, baby girl,” he realized he would need to change up how he addressed her “plus I gotta be on high alert after your little threat”

“Please? “ she begged, patting the bed beside her, “Temporary truce?”.

Curt sighed, but crawled back in, sliding up beside her.

“Did you at least get some enjoyment out of it or was it pure torture,” he asked, running his hand slowly up and down her thigh.

“Well…I don't know that I'd call it complete torture,” she chided him a bit, “I wasn't expecting that last thing,” her stomach tingled a bit as she remembered how surprisingly good it felt.

“That was the idea,” Curt softly joked, “and it felt fucking amazing,” he mumbled in her ear, biting her lobe.

“It better have, because I'm not falling for that again,” her eyes rolled back slightly as he nibbled.

“I give it three days before you're begging for it,” Curt's hand slid from her thigh over her ass cheeks, “Four, tops,”

“My god, I'm trying to sleep would you two keep it down,” Scott said, his eyes still closed. Brinkley giggled a little, but snuggled into him again.

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