Peggy’s Second Blind Date

It had been a dismal evening, yet she had survived. Again. Soaking wet and standing on — unbeknownst to her — a hooker’s corner in an unfamiliar town at midnight, with a dead cell phone and her car stolen, she thought her little world had finally ended.

Peggy stood in the pouring rain on the corner under the street light, waiting for the next bus. Or the first cab. Nothing. She didn’t have a bus schedule. Why would she? She had her own car — the car someone had neatly driven away while she waited in the restaurant lobby for yet…yes, another blind date that did not show.

Her hair dripped against her shoulders. Her clothes lay wet against her glistening skin. She was beginning to chill, causing raised flesh beneath her blouse.

There was no business open anywhere in this rolled-up little town.

The heel from her left stiletto lay broken in her right hand. It had snapped off when her foot slipped on the slick sidewalk. Maybe it could be repaired. She’d walked a great distance from…where? Where on earth was she? Some little town fifty plus miles from Chattanooga. Some place she’d never been. Some place she agreed to drive to, just to enjoy a tryst with a new face — a face that was probably snuggled down deep under the covers, safe from this rain.

She saw a car coming from a few blocks away and held her hand up to wave it to a stop. A window rolled down and the driver yelled obscenities and said something about Peggy being a woman of ill-repute. He veered to intentionally splash street water and mud on her face and body.

Peggy doubled her fists by her side and cursed her blind date one more time. Then, while the tears ran down her cheeks, a very long, black stretch limousine came around the corner from her right on the opposite side of the street. Seriously? A limousine in this little town?

The driver abruptly braked, and the passenger window rolled down. She heard a voice — from a face she could not see — call to her through the rain, “Are you doing business?”

Peggy answered, “If you will give me a ride, I am doing business! I will shine your shoes, wash your undies, and cook your breakfast. Whatever it takes. I just want to get home!”

The window rolled up again. She could not see through the elaborate tint, but the car did not move, and she did not want to cross the street. She waited. The car moved forward and Peggy thought, “Ohhhhhhhhhh, shit. They’re leaving me.” Her shoulders slumped.

The driver maneuvered a u-turn and — unlike the previous driver who commandeered his SUV to intentionally splash water and mud on Peggy — slowly and carefully pulled alongside her and stopped the vehicle. A very tall, exceptionally good-looking chauffeur in full uniform and sharp-brimmed cap stepped out, came around the front of the car to the right rear passenger door, and opened it.

“For you, Miss. Please join Mr. Rodriguez.”

Peggy looked into the eyes of this younger version of Brad Pitt, and stammered, “You…you do realize I’m soaking wet and covered with mud, right?”

From within the vehicle a very mellow, deep voice resonated toward Peggy. “Yes. I know you are wet. I can see you are splashed with mud, too. Please join me. Your drenched body and your mud-spattered clothes are the least of my concerns.”

Peggy cleared her throat. She squared her shoulders and thought to herself, “I’m going to be okay. I’m going to be okay. Really. They’re not going to hurt me. They will really take me home. She removed her other heel, bent forward and stepped into the limousine. She sat down, quite close to the open door, then turned to the driver and said a very sincere, “Thank you.”

The driver bowed and closed the door. He came back around to the driver’s side, got in and started the engine, then drove the limo out of town.

Peggy waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark interior.

Mr. Rodriguez reached for and turned on a very soft light.

He said, “You are quite cold, and you’re shivering all over. “Please, wrap this soft blanket over your body and under your neck.” He offered her a glass of brandy and she took it. “Take your time with it. Just sip. Have you eaten?” he asked.

Peggy shook her head. “I was supposed to have a late dinner with my blind date, and then go to a movie afterwards. He never showed up at the restaurant, even though I waited until it closed at 9:00. I forgot to save his number when he called to ask me out, so I know he had mine. When I returned to the parking garage, my car had been stolen. By this time, my cell battery had died. I…I couldn’t find a phone booth, and did not know the location of the police station. Except for the movie theater — wherever that is — everything in this town was locked down by 9:00 p.m.” Peggy spoke quickly, and haltingly, due to the chill.

She had no idea why Rodriguez would give her a ride, and wondered what she would be required to do to earn a way home and her own bed. Six blow jobs? So be it! Except, of course, her wardrobe was covered with rain and mud, her hair was a mess, her shoe was broken, and she was soaking wet. What could she possibly offer this Rodriguez guy under these circumstances? Her pre-packaged pretty was all gone, and she obviously needed him more than he could possibly want her.

All that brazen bravado she thought she’d had, by stepping out and stepping up to the challenge of meeting a stranger in a small town, suddenly collapsed in a mess of tears. She covered her face with one hand and cried, sloshing brandy in her other hand.

Rodriguez waited until she composed herself. He did not attempt to touch her, and made great effort to not move too quickly, lest he startle or frighten her. He sat on the same seat to her left, but rose and moved directly across from her to the rear-facing seat so he could watch her face.

Mr. Rodriguez looked her squarely in the eyes and extended his hand to her. “I am Rodriguez. And this” — he said, gesturing to his driver — “is Samuel.”

Peggy reached out from under the blanket and placed her other hand into his. He held her shaking palm and fingers in both of his strong, firm, gentle hands Her teeth chattering, she said, “P-p-p-peggy. My…name…my name is Peggy.”

“Thank you, Peggy. Please tell Samuel your address, then lie back in your seat and put this nice pillow behind your back and head. I will warm you.” He handed the pillow to her and encouraged her to stretch out her legs and put her feet on his lap. He pushed another button and an ottoman came out from the bottom of her seat and her seat reclined as well.

She could still look directly into his eyes. “But even my stockings are muddy, Mr. Rodriguez. Please don’t put this mud on your slacks.”

“Call me Rodriguez, Peggy. Everyone except Samuel calls me Rodriguez. My clothes will wash. I have enough clothes hanging on the rack behind your car seat that I never worry about such trivialities as mud and water.”

Peggy stared at him and finally acquiesced. She had no fight left in her. She looked at Samuel in his rear-view mirror and gave her address to him, surprised how sleepy she sounded.

Samuel nodded and said, “Thank you. Miss Peggy. I will get you home safely.” He entered her address in the vehicle’s GPS. The ear bud secured and hidden in his ear would speak all the directions to him without disturbing his passengers.

Peggy sipped her brandy. Rodriguez removed her other heel and placed both of her feet in his lap. Without asking her permission — and Peggy was stunned at her lack of alarm — Rodriguez raised the blanket up and over her knees. He then lifted the hem of her dress, unhooked her wet and muddy stockings from their garters and slowly peeled the stockings off her legs and over her toes.

He buzzed the window down just enough to toss Peggy’s hose out into the rain. “You will never need those again. Your long, beautifully flawless legs demand pure silk stockings which you will receive when I visit Chattanooga again in a few weeks.”

She watched him reach forward in the limo and open a cabinet. He pulled out a folded hand towel and used it to warm her legs, as well as remove the residue left from the damaged and muddy stockings. The towel was very soft and — quite surprisingly — heated.

“Oh, my gosh,” Peggy said. “The heat in the towel feels so good! How can I ever thank you for your kindness? I feel absolutely spoiled!”

“You should always be spoiled, young lady. Do you not realize this? Have men been unkind to you?”

In the soft light of the limousine, Peggy shut her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders up to her ears and opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. More tears slid down her cheeks. She bit her lip. Peggy repeated her story again. “Like I told you, I…I had a blind date tonight. I haven’t lived in Tennessee very long. I was lonely. I drove my car here. My date did not show up. The battery on my cell phone quit. When I went back to the parking garage, my car was missing. I can only assume it was stolen. I don’t know where the police department is located. I…I just…” and the tears fell faster and harder.

Rodriguez did not comment about her tears. She was already a little drunk from this one glass of unfinished brandy on an empty stomach. “You will feel much, much better by the time we get you home, Peggy,” he said. “Just lie back for me, please.”

“Samuel, drive until you find a KFC. We need to feed this young lady.”

“Yes, Sir,” Samuel replied.

Rodriguez resumed his focus on her feet. In short order, the brandy and the foot rub sufficiently relaxed and unwound our formerly traumatized Peggy, and her shivering ceased. He moved his massage up to her calves and spent ten minutes on each leg. From a totally relaxed position, he scooted to the edge of his seat for better access, nudged her legs apart more and moved onto her thighs.

“Wow,” she said, almost slurring her words. “I did not realize how sore my thighs were until you placed your hands on me. Your hands are magic. Your fingers are so long and so very soft, too. I love your touch.”

Rodriguez continued to soothe her aches and pains.”Raise your lovely ass in the air for me, please — just for a moment,” he said. She complied by placing her feet flat on the ottoman to raise her buttocks.

He adjusted her feet on the ottoman, to point each foot outward. “Please bend your knees more, too, and leave them bent. Yes, like that. Thank you,” Rodriguez said, and leaned further forward and gently tugged at the waistband of her bikini panties, still damp from the rain, then slowly pulled them off her ass, up to the crown of her knees.

“Okay, Peggy. You may lower your ass cheeks into the seat. Thank you.” With warm oil on his palms, he massaged the muscles at the tops and bottoms of each thigh, then lightly, slowly, ran his soft fingers between the lips of her vagina and softly massaged each lip, her mons pubis, and the insides of her thighs where they met her labia.

Peggy sucked in her breath and moaned loudly. Her ass and cunt quivered involuntarily.

Peggy cleared her throat, and handed Rodriguez the rest of her brandy. “I thought you expected me to work my way home,” she said, curious and panting.

“Well, you are working as far as I am concerned. You’re working to keep me company, you have complied with each of my personal requests, you are willingly and freely allowing me to explore your lovely body, and you are very entertaining. Just continue to respond to my requests, and we shall get you home safe and sound. If I do anything which makes you uncomfortable, you need only tell me. Now, press your head deeper into the pillow. Close your eyes if you like.”

Peggy pressed her neck and head deeper into the pillow and closed her eyes. She continued to purr and moan.

“Sam, a little low, soft music, please,” Rodriguez said.

Sam found a 50’s station of old Hit Parade tunes — Peggy Lee, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald. The music floated through the limo. Peggy’s head and neck relaxed into the pillow and she pulled the blanket up around her chin.

Rodriguez pulled her panties further, over the tops of her knees and spread her feet further apart. He slowly examined every inch of Peggy’s clit, cunt, lips and thighs, stroking softly and slowly while she gasped again and moaned, unashamed. She was deliriously happy and wanted only more and more.

She wondered: if this is work, what was play?

“You have a beautiful body, Peggy. What one lazy idiot has tossed away is now my treasure to view and enjoy. I am delighted at my good fortune this evening. Thank God for detours!”

Finally, he pulled her panties down her calves and over her toes and said, “These are mine. I want to enjoy your smell up against my face as I sleep in my Nashville hotel bed. Do you mind?

Peggy looked at Rodriguez and shook her head. “They’re just panties. Five dollars a pair at Marshall’s. If they make you happy, though — please keep them.”

He said, “Please lean forward, Peggy,” and when she did he moved the pillow to the end of her seat, directly behind Samuel.

Peggy looked into the rearview mirror and met Samuel’s glance. He was watching everything. She smiled broadly at him and he smiled back, then looked at the road.

“Stretch out on your side, Peggy, and place your head on the pillow.”

“Away from you, or facing you?” she asked.

“I prefer to watch your face, but your choice,” he replied.

Peggy stretched out on her side, facing him.

Rodriguez moved to the ottoman on her side and sat with his back to the door. He slid his hand under her dress and lifted it over her buttocks.

This time Rodriguez gasped. “Your ass is so beautiful, Peggy. Truthfully, your ass takes my breath away.”

“Can you see this lovely, breathtakingly beautiful ass, Samuel?” Rodriquez asked. “You don’t mind if Samuel watches occasionally, do you, Peggy?”

Peggy moaned, “I don’t care who is watching. Just please do not stop. Please…please just don’t stop. Don’t stop, ever.”

“Yes,” Samuel replied, “I am watching. And I agree with Miss Peggy. Don’t stop.”

Rodriguez continued to massage slowly, moving his hands back and forth, up and down, from her toes, up her legs and thighs, inside the crack of her ass, up and over her ass cheeks, occasionally, slowly slipping his fingers into her cunt for at least twenty minutes.

Samuel said, “I see a KFC up ahead, Sir. What would you like me to order?”

“Breasts and thighs, Samuel. Tonight we feast on breasts and thighs.

“Is that good for you, Peggy?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you so much. I’m so hungry right now. I’m not a good drinker, though. I’ve never cared for it. I’d like a Diet Coke, too, please.”

“I’ve got you covered, Miss Peggy,” Samuel replied.

“Thank you for not offering to take me inside,” Peggy said to Rodriguez as she sat up. “I look a mess, I know.”

“You really don’t know how lovely you look, Peggy. I’m not ashamed to be seen with you — not at all. I considered only your comfort, and you may eat your fill right here with Samuel and me.

“May I remove your dress and your bra?” Rodriguez asked. “I will need you to turn your back to me momentarily.”

Peggy bit her lip and hesitated.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked.

“Oh, no!” she replied. “It’s just that I’m wearing a new quarter-cup bra tonight. It’s the first one I’ve ever owned.” She stifled an awkward giggle. “I wanted to feel sexy tonight. I’m

afraid I misjudged according to the site’s measurements scale, and my titties don’t quite fit inside the cup. I…well, I am little embarrassed.”

Rodriguez smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “I won’t judge you, Peggy. I will thoroughly enjoy undressing you completely, no matter what you are wearing.”

Peggy nodded, smiled, and turned her back to Rodriguez.

She lifted her wet hair off her neck, so he could release the halter clasp at her neckline. She raised up on her knees to allow him to lift her dress up over her head.

Rodriguez passed the dress to Sam, and told him to place it on the front seat. He slid his hands under Peggy’s upraised arms and ran his soft fingers over her exposed nipples.

He stroked very slowly. Her nipples hardened quickly.

“Please — turn and face me, Peggy, before I unhook your bra. I want to witness how your titties fall when I release the hooks and bring the straps down.”

Peggy, her body now almost completely naked, turned to face Rodriquez.

“Your skin is so very beautiful and unbelievably soft, Peggy. I am going to massage you all over, front and back, again, and again, and again. Straddle my lap from just above my knees. Not too close. Not yet.”

Peggy dropped her eyes, lifted one leg over Rodriguez’ legs and straddled his lap. When she did this, he said, “I can smell your scent wafting up from between your legs, Peggy. You are intoxicating me. I would bet you are intoxicating Samuel as well.”

Peggy looked up at Sam, and Samuel stared at her in the rearview mirror. “Absolutely Peggy. Your scent is all over this limousine. You smell delicious.”

Rodriguez reached around behind her and unhooked her bra, then brought his hands to the front to slowly lower her bra straps. He lowered the straps, then lightly pulled the straps down her arms and the bra away from her body.

Peggy’s big titties barely moved. They did not sag. They sat up, right where they belonged, nipples full and perky.

“Oh, my God,” Rodriguez proclaimed. “Oh, my God. How absolutely, breathtakingly lovely.”

Peggy smiled a big, easy smile at Rodriguez.

“Are you still happy working for me, Peggy?” he asked.

“Wow!” she said. “Actually, I’m so excited! I’m positively heady with power, and exhilarated knowing two men within five feet of me are watching me, Peggy, and I am completely naked. This is so exciting. I’m — I’m just concerned Sam will forget to watch ahead when he’s back on the road.”

“Excellent point, my dear,” Rodriguez said.

“Sam, as soon as we are out of here with Peggy’s dinner, find a comfortable place to pull off — somewhere discreet and hidden — and join me in the back seat. I believe I could use your help tonight — if Peggy does not mind?” he said, asking her with his eyes, and a raised brow.

“This is so incredible!” she replied.”No! I don’t mind at all! This is the best fantasy ever!”

Sam, with the food and drink on the seat next to him, drove out of town and found a secluded clearing under a large elm a few miles up the road. A billboard with ladders and painters’ tools had been left at sunset, and the legs of the billboard were surrounded by large shrubs. The bushes provided perfect camouflage for the black limousine from the west-bound traffic, and the base of the elm was so broad it hid the limousine from oncoming traffic on their side of the road.

Sam parked the vehicle, stepped out and closed the driver’s door and climbed into the back seat across from Rodriguez and Peggy.

He pushed a button on the left passenger door, and a small shelf moved out from the door. Sam placed Peggy’s chicken and Diet Coke on the tray.

Peggy looked at her food then at Sam. Rodriguez was still stroking and manipulating her big nipples, and kissing the front of her neck. “I need a bite of food and a drink right now, Guys, if you don’t mind. And, Sam, I think you would be more comfortable if you remove your tie and your cap?”

Peggy reached into the large sack, pulled out a paper napkin, picked up a chicken thigh and bit into it. She chewed her food and took a few sips of the Diet Coke.

“Oh, much better! She swallowed more Diet Coke, and offered a bite of her chicken to both men. Rodriguez looked into her eyes and took a bite. Sam did the same thing.

“Happy to oblige you, Miss Peggy,” Sam smiled, removed his cap and placed it over his shoulder in the driver’s seat.” He chewed and swallowed.

Rodriguez said, “Mmmmm. Breasts and thighs. I so love to nibble on breasts and thighs!”

Peggy finished her chicken, took a few more swallows of Diet Coke, then wiped her mouth and hands with the napkin.

“All better,” she said, and looked into the piercing black eyes of Rodriguez. “Are you going to instruct Sam on what you want him to do…” she asked, “…or shall I? After all, I am working my way home.”

Rodriguez smiled a long, slow, very pleased smile, and said, “You tell Sam what you would like, Peggy. I want to hear what your mind creates.”

“Please, Sam,” she gasped, just as Rodriguez leaned forward to softly and slowly kiss and suck her nipples. “Ohhhhhh!” She ran her fingers into his hair and held on.

“Uhhh…please, Sam…just call me Peggy…or…

“Ohhhhh! Yes, Rodriguez. Yes! Suck like that! Suck more, please. Make noise and slurp on my nipples! Kiss down my belly and suck my clit with the same slurping sounds. I love the sound of slurping! Please! Up and back…from my titties to my clit!”

Rodriguez complied and sucked Peggy’s clit. He kissed and sucked and slurped quite noisily.

“Sam,” Peggy ordered, “come share my nipples and clit with Rodriguez. Both of you suck at the same time.”

Sam scooted over to the right side of Rodriguez and placed his soft lips on her erect and begging left nipple. Rodriguez moved up to her right nipple and slurped noisily, tapped Sam on his shoulder and pointed to Peggy’s clit. Sam moved to her clit and sucked and slurped. Back and forth they went while Peggy called out to both of them.

“Yes! Yes!” Peggy cooed “Yes, with a lot of noisy slurping… Oh! Don’t take me home just yet!”

Rodriguez stopped sucking Peggy’s nipple, took his hand from her ass, and looked at Sam. “I think it’s time we made the bed up…what do you say, Sam?”

Sam grinned and nodded. “I agree!

“Peggy,” Sam said to her, taking his mouth from her nipple, “Come sit here on my lap for a few moments while Mr. Rodriguez connects the bed, then sit on his lap while I spread out the sheets. Unfortunately, you will then need to wait a few moments while we get ourselves as equally naked as you. Are you good with this?”

“Oh, my goodness!” she gasped, crossing over to Sam.

She curled up on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Sam placed his right hand on her ass cheek, and his left hand between her legs. She kissed his mouth, long and hard, her tongue licking the inside of his mouth. She brought her head back, and said to both men, “And we have a bed to play on? Are you both absolutely certain this is work? For heaven’s sakes,” she asked again — but out loud this time — “what is your play if this is work?”

Rodriguez glanced over his shoulder and back at Peggy while he pulled out the other ottomans and fully reclined all three back seats.

“Voila! A king-sized fuck bed! All for your pleasure, Peggy,” Rodriguez smiled.

Sam pushed a button on the last ottoman. The top opened and he pulled out a set of black satin sheets and four satin pillow cases.

“Now,” Rodriguez said, “let’s step out of the limo while Sam makes up the bed. I will remove my clothes, and you must kiss me better than you kissed Sam,” he said.

Rodriguez opened the side door, stepped into the night, and took a very naked Peggy with him. Her skin chilled with Goosebumps in the night air. Peggy unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, and pulled down his boxers. She dropped to her knees in the grass to examine his erect cock, pre-cum dripping off the end.

“Oh, goody! Dessert!” Peggy said, licking and sucking, while her hands alternated between stroking his balls and grasping his naked ass.

“Oh, my God, Peggy!” Rodriguez gasped. “Oh, my God!” He bent over to raise her from her armpits, then grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her to find her mouth with his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him taste the pre-cum on her tongue in the back of his throat. He kissed her over and over, as he struggled to keep his balance because his pants around his ankles effectively limited his movement. He panted hard and stood Peggy on her feet. “Let me sit on the edge of the seat and remove my shoes, Peggy, or we’ll both fall to the ground!”

Rodriguez sat, and Peggy removed his shoes, socks, then pulled his shorts and slacks off the end of his feet and handed it all to Sam. Sam stuffed the shorts in the pocket of the slacks and hung the slacks on the rack behind the back seat. He placed the shoes and socks on the floor.

Sam stepped out of the car on his side, and Rodriguez slid back onto the sheets and rested against the pillows. Rodriguez looked out at Sam through the door, and cocked his head in Peggy’s direction.

“Let her undress you, Sam. You won’t be sorry!”

Sam came around to the other side of the car, and stood in front of Peggy. He kissed her full on the mouth, tasting and licking the inside of her mouth. He bent to her nipples, softly kissing and sucking and slurping on both, moved his mouth down her belly while he dropped slowly to his knees, and placed his tongue in her cunt, moving it in and out and sucked on her clit.

Peggy’s hands held onto his head and she moaned out loud, begging for more.

“Not yet, Sweetie,” Sam said, and he stood up. He looked into her eyes. “Undress me the way you did Mr. Rodriguez. I’ll unbutton and remove my own shirt while you take down my pants.”

Sam’s cock strained through his trousers like a possum in a burlap bag, and Peggy loudly expressed her delight that Sam dressed commando. His cock popped out as soon as his pants came down over his ass. While he unbuttoned his shirt, he used his toes to pry his shoes from his feet. Peggy teased the tip of his dripping cock, and — as she took more and more of it in her mouth — she realized his cock was the same length as Rodriguez’s, though not exactly the same great circumference. She tugged his pants down over his feet. He stayed in his socks.

“I want you to know for sure who’s fucking you when you touch our feet with your toes. My socks stay on. Mr. Rodriguez’s feet are bare. Remember that.” Sam lifted Peggy to her feet, picked her up in his arms and, with her legs wrapped around his waist, walked her back to the car and set her on the sheets. She scooted over to Rodriguez’s waiting arms, and Sam slipped in behind her.

Peggy, fully naked, her juices literally running down her legs, her nipples hard and waiting, was now sandwiched between the two totally naked and very hot men. Their cocks were fully erect and dripping pre-cum, both eagerly waiting to fuck her any way they could, any way she would allow, and as many times as possible.

Peggy turned to Sam and kissed him full on the mouth, and reached for Rodriguez’s hands and guided them to her ass.

“Stroke me softly, pretty please,” she said. She let him stroke while she turned back to Sam for more tongue, then took a deep breath and turned to kiss Rodriguez, giving him her tongue mixed with Sam’s saliva.

She got up on her knees, raised her right knee and slowly… slowly slid her cunt down on Rodriguez’s cock, her eyes never leaving his. She tongue-fucked his mouth while she fucked his cock, and as his rhythm began to match hers, she reached out for Sam and guided his body behind her. Rodriguez’s hands were on her titties and he wanted to suck her nipples, so Peggy released his mouth to let him suck, and turned her head to tongue-fuck Sam’s mouth.

“Okay,” Peggy said, pulling back. “We’re going to play ‘orchestra’, and I’m the bandleader. “Are you willing to follow my lead?” she asked both men.

They nodded eagerly like two teen-aged boys, set to embark on their first adventure.

She turned to look at Sam and said, “Put your hands on my ass and grab firmly with your fingers, Sam. Yes, right there, above Rodriguez’ hands. Let me feel your fingernails a little bit, Sugar.”

Sam dug his nails in a little bit.

“Yes! Perfect!” she moaned.

“I’m going to count — first from one to five,” she said, looking at Rodriguez, “and I want to feel you thrust in and out just once for each count. Thrust long, slow, and with power.

“Then I’ll count from six to ten — so wait and thrust harder with each count. I’ll count all the way to twenty, with a pause between each five. From sixteen to twenty, thrust as fast and as hard as you like, then you must pull out.

“When you pull out, Sam will fuck my cunt from behind while you kiss and suck my nipples and say naughty things to me and Sam. I will count from one to five, six to ten, eleven to fifteen, and sixteen to twenty for Sam, too, with the same pauses. When I pause, you may have a moment to tongue-fuck and kiss my mouth.

“And Sam, when I pause in the counting with Rodriguez, and he’s stopped fucking, I want your tongue in my ass, or your teeth softly biting my ass cheeks. When I pause in the counting with you, stop fucking me, and nibble on the back of my neck.

“Are you both good with this?”

“Hallelujah!” Rodriguez shouted. “A woman who knows her own mind! I am completely ready and with you, Peggy!”

“And amen!” Sam said, smiling behind her. “I must admit, though, you certainly sound like you’ve done this before!” He leaned forward and lightly bit the back of her neck and grabbed her ass with his fingernails.

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!” Peggy clapped her hands with delight. “And, no — only in my biggest fantasies!” she said, and bent forward to tongue-fuck Rodriguez’s mouth, fully swapping spit, then turned and gave the same to Sam.

“Okay, Rodriguez, you’re first. Let’s go!”

She counted, and he fucked slowly. “One, thrust. Two, thrust. Three, thrust. Four, thrust…and five, thrust.”

Rodriguez had never fucked this way before, so controlled, so in the moment with each stroke. “I feel like I’m going to cum already,” he said, gasping.

Peggy smiled. “We’re going to make it last until you cannot hold it back. Look into my eyes, and slowly exhale through your mouth, then inhale through your nose.”

Rodriguez smiled back at her and exhaled, then inhaled.

Peggy contracted her kegels to hold on to his cock.

“Oh, God, Peggy. When you contract that way, I just want to fuck you more!” he said.

Behind her, Sam continued to work his fingers into her cheeks, and his cock bounced softly against the crack of her ass. He listened and waited.

“Two more exhalations and inhalations, pretty please,” she instructed Rodriguez, “and then we will count to ten.”

She waited until he complied, clenched her kegels again, and counted, “Six, thrust, “seven, thrust…” until she reached ten.

Sam’s cock exploded with cum all over her ass, and he yelled out loud. “Arrrrrgghhh! Oh, my God! How did you do that, Peggy?”

Peggy leaned forward and tongue-fucked Rodriguez.

“See how powerful this is?” she said, looking into his eyes and kissing his cheeks. “Sam just shot cum all over my ass and he wasn’t even fucking.”

“I want to cum now. I really want to cum now, Peggy,” Rodriguez pleaded.

“Uh uh,” she replied, a mischievous grin on her face. “You must make it to the full count before I let you cum. Exhale and inhale again, please. Slowly.

“Sam will recover, but first…” and she paused, looking over her shoulder, “First Sam will rub his cum all over my ass cheeks while you suck my nipples and I count from eleven to fifteen.

“You’ll do this for me, won’t you, Sam?”

Sam cleared his throat, grabbed her ass cheeks, and squeaked out, “Anything you want, Peggy. I’m rubbing…I’m rubbing…”

As he rubbed, Peggy looked at Rodriguez again as he inhaled through his nose one more time.

She smiled seductively. “Eleven, thrust…twelve, thrust…thir-…”

“Oh, no! Oh, God!” Rodriquez blew out of his mouth. “It’s here! I can’t stop it! Oh, God! No! Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!”

He squirted inside her.

Peggy sat back on her calves, letting her feet splay out to the side. She smiled and sighed. “How do you feel, Sam?”

“Honest to God, Peggy,” Sam barely whispered. “…like I could fall asleep right now. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

“Want to wipe my ass cheeks with another hot towel, pretty please?” she asked Sam, with your head on a pillow, and you can spoon against my butt?”

Sam pulled a hot towel out of the caddy, wiped the cum off Peggy’s ass, tossed the used towel into the floorboard of the front seat, then stretched out behind the driver’s seat. “I cannot remember feeling so depleted, Peggy!” he said.

Peggy climbed off Rodriguez, reached for a second hot towel to wipe him down. Before she could wipe the cum from between her legs, however, Rodriguez beckoned to her with a crooked finger.

“Sit on my face, Peggy,” Rodriguez pleaded. “Please sit on my face. I want to suck my cum from within your hot cunt, and suck your clit. I need to taste you and me mixed together. I gotta tell you, though — you’ve sapped the strength from me, and I can barely move as it is. So, situate yourself however you choose. Will you do that for me? Get comfortable?”

Peggy clapped her hands and giggled. “Oh, then let’s do this,” she cooed, staring down into his face. “Scootch over by the door facing me, and stretch out onto your side. Not all the way. Yes, like that. I will lie on my back and spread my legs, and you can use the inside of my thigh as your pillow to support your head. And Sam here can kiss me and play with my nipples while you suck my clit and tongue-fuck my cunt.

“Can you stay awake long enough to do this for me, Sam?” she asked, and stretched across the bed and lay her head on Sam’s outstretched right arm. She spread her legs and Rodriguez laid the side of his face on her right thigh and began to slurp cum while he tongue-fucked her cunt.

“Anything I can do for you, anything at all. I’ll give you my best,” Sam said, and kissed her lips.

Peggy moaned and her back arched. Sam’s tongue was in her mouth, and Rodriguez’ long tongue penetrated the depths and licked the walls of her cunt. While he sucked her clit, Rodriguez slipped two fingers inside her to massage her G-spot, and in less than thirty seconds Peggy squirted right into his face. He clamped his mouth over the entirety of her cunt, while Peggy pressed her thighs into his cheeks and clawed at the sheets. Rodriguez swallowed until she stopped squirting, then he licked her clean.

Sam fell asleep first and snored softly.

Peggy lifted her legs, turned around and covered him with the top sheet. She slid under the sheet, too, while she stretched out next to Rodriguez and covered him, as well. Rodriguez pulled her into his arms, kissed her lips lightly and was out in seconds.

The next thing she knew, Peggy woke in the back seat bed all by herself, stretched out under the satin sheet and feeling utterly spoiled. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the two men in the front seat, no longer strangers to her. Both of them were fully dressed in clean and pressed clothes. She murmured a foggy, “Good morning, guys,” and cleared her throat. “I’m starving!” She looked around to find her clothes.

The sun was coming up over the horizon. Sam was pulling into the parking lot of her apartment property, and Rodriguez lifted a small bag of pastries to show her.

“Don’t get dressed, Peggy,” Rodriguez smiled at her. “Please don’t get dressed. I want to carry you into your home in the satin sheet and put you to bed.

She raised her eyebrows in question.

“Uh,” Rodriguez caught himself, “unless you’re worried about what the neighbors will think of you, I mean.”

Peggy giggled. “I’ve lived here only a few weeks, and other than my landlord’s wife next door, I’m the only female on this property. She hates me anyway, and I don’t really care. Her husband adores me, and he’s the one who owns this place. He even told me to feel free to swim nude in the pool any time I want.”

Sam turned around in his seat. He wore sunglasses to face the morning sun. “I had the best time with you last night, Peggy. Thank you for inviting me to play with you and Mr. Rodriguez.”

Peggy leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “And didn’t we have just the grandest time!”

He got out of the limo and came around to open the door for Rodriguez. Rodriguez stepped out, then bent into the limo and wrapped the top sheet around Peggy’s nude body, her titties exposed just for him. He lifted her from the seat and asked, “Which door, and where are your keys?”

Peggy threw her arms around his neck and the slippery sheet slipped off her shoulders and down to her waist, exposing her entire torso. “I’m in the bottom apartment on the left. Keys are in the side pocket of my purse.”

“Sam,” Rodriguez said, “please get Peggy’s keys from her purse and bring her clothes. Unlock the door for me, too.”

Sam was already ahead of them.

Rodriguez kissed Peggy’s mouth and face again and again as he walked toward her door. Sam unlocked and opened her door, then stood out of the way.

Rodriguez carried Peggy into her apartment, found her bedroom, and stood her on her feet, the satin sheet pooling to the floor. “Uh uh,” he said, as she started to step away. “I want to put you to bed. I want to remember you naked, your beautiful body stretched out, your titties jutting toward my lips, begging me to suck them, before I cover you up and kiss you.”

He pulled the covers to the bottom of the bed and fluffed the pillows for her head. One last time, he lifted Peggy in his arms and placed her on the bed. Rodriguez sucked and kissed each nipple, spread her legs to suck her clit, then kissed her mouth. He picked up the sheet from the floor, covered her naked body, and kissed her again.

Rodriguez reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. “This is for you, my Sweet. The car will be delivered this afternoon, along with the title. It is from my own private collection. I will take care of the insurance and all the maintenance. All you have to do is register it in your name. The car has less than three thousand miles on it, and it is midnight blue.

“And keep this money for incidentals.” He handed her a generous roll of one-hundred dollar bills.

Peggy gasped and rubbed her eyes. “Are you serious? Really?” She looked at the key fob. It belonged to a BMW Z-4.

She squealed and threw her arms around him. “Oh, my gosh! You’re really giving me a car! And it’s my dream car, too!”

Sam knocked at the open front door. “I have Peggy’s breakfast. Can’t let the girl go hungry.”

Rodriguez looked over his shoulder and called out, “Bring them in, please, Sam.”

Sam came to the doorway of Peggy’s bedroom. “May I come in?” he asked, lifting the bag of pastries in the air.

“Yes, Sam,” Peggy smiled. “Of course you may. Thank you for bringing them in.”

Rodriguez took the bag of pastries and placed them on Peggy’s nightstand. “Sam, go into the kitchen and bring out a cold bottle of Diet Coke for Peggy from her fridge. You know, to balance out the sugar in her pastries. I’m sure she has an ample supply.” He turned to Peggy, “Is that all right with you?”

Incredulous at his intuitive perception of her needs, Peggy gasped. “How did you know?” and she laughed.

Sam left for the kitchen.

Rodriguez smiled. “Everything you’ve done so far makes perfect sense to me, and I think you have certain habits. And,” he sighed as he knelt by the side of her bed, “ummm…I would like to be one of those habits. Sometimes just me, without Sam; sometimes all three of us again. I must have more of you, Peggy.

“While you slept, I took the liberty of putting my phone number in your cell. And I called my phone from your cell so I would have your number. I hope you do not mind.”

Peggy stretched and yawned beneath the sheet. She brushed her hair from her eyes.

“Anything you do is okay with me, Rodriguez. Really. “You do know I am a very naughty woman, right? Do you have a problem with my being so naughty?”

“Just as long as you are also naughty with me. I will be a regular visitor if you will allow,” he replied. “In the meantime, I believe you need to get to sleep. I can see it in your eyes. You worked so very hard last night. You earned all of this.” He bent and kissed her goodbye and she held his face in her hands.