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Her body trembled as the orgasm rocked her, sending wave after wave of contractions through her womb. She gasped as the aftershocks hit her and Jonathan kept his position, laving her pussy even as she halfheartedly pushed his head away.

“I need my cock in you,” he said. “Now.”

Dizzy with desire, she fumbled with his fly and kissed his cock passionately when it sprang out of his pants, fully erect and throbbing in her hand.

He groaned as she started to take his length into her mouth but shook his head, gently pulling her up off the couch. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said.

Georgia did as he said, loving his commanding tone. She gasped as his hand slapped her ass cheek. “Ow!”

“Don’t you think you deserve a spanking?” he asked, spanking first one cheek and then the other with enough sting to make her jump.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I do deserve a spanking, but…
Ouch!
”

He spanked her again, harder this time, until she couldn’t think of anything else except her burning bottom and his dominance over her body. “Your ass is all pink now,” he said, rubbing the hurt away with gentle full palm strokes. “It’s gorgeous.”

She felt his hands grip her hips and she wiggled against him, feeling her warm, freshly spanked flesh against his muscular abdomen. She was so wet, so turned-on and oh so ready for him.

He drove into her cunt, fucking her deeply as she moaned in pleasure with each hard thrust. Her G-spot was being hit so perfectly that within moments she was melting around his cock, climaxing even as he continued to fuck her.

In the throes of orgasm, she cried out his name over and over. She’d never get sick of being loved like this. Whatever her future held, she wanted Jonathan to be part of it.

He rolled her over onto her back and carefully extricated himself. “Keep your legs spread just like that,” he said. He got up and came back over, holding the riding crop in his hand. “I think you’re ready for this now.”

Georgia nodded, staring into his intense brown eyes as he brought the crop down directly on her tender pussy. She squealed and slammed her thighs tightly together.

“Let’s try it again,” he said. “But this time I want you not to make a sound. Don’t close your thighs after—keep them spread for me. I want you to thank me after I whip your pussy—and I want you to mean it.”

She nodded and took a deep breath as the crop sliced through the air and hit her clit. The pain cut through her, flooding her with a wave of endorphins that left her breathless. No crying. No sound. Keeping her legs open, she looked at Jonathan, at his handsome face. “Thank you.”

He smiled and tossed the riding crop onto the floor.

Epilogue

One Year Later

Vincent and Mary Ann greeted Georgia with delight when she stopped by one evening after school.

“We’ve missed you, Sweet Georgia,” Vincent said, kissing her cheek. “Some of the gentlemen still ask after you.”

“Aww, that’s nice,” she said, laughing. “It was fun while it lasted, but ever since Jonathan stopped coming here we figured it would probably be best for me to just focus on studying.”

“That’s right! Casey said you were in nursing school,” Mary Ann said. “How’s that going?”

“Speak of the devil,” Vincent said as Casey bounded over to them and hugged Georgia exuberantly.

“It’s hard, but it’s worth it,” Georgia said in response to Mary Ann. “I love my rotations, so far at least. Ready, Case?”

“I was born ready,” Casey said, grabbing her hand and blowing a kiss to Vincent over her shoulder. “I’ll be back in time for tonight’s show,” she called.

“When are you gonna quit this place?” Georgia muttered under her breath as they climbed into her car in the parking lot.

“We can’t all be nurses, hon,” Casey said, grinning. “Besides, I love it. Performing, I mean. And the money is insane, you know that.”

Georgia shrugged. The Gentlemen’s Club had definitely served its purpose for her, but now she was done. Ready to take the next step and move forward in her life. She had even moved in with Jonathan six months ago, which was a big deal for both of them.

Her phone chimed and she handed it to Casey since she couldn’t text and drive at the same time. Hell, she could barely listen to the radio and drive at the same time. Driving required a lot more concentration than riding a subway, that was for sure. “What’s it say?”

Casey grabbed her phone and giggled. “It says ‘Casey is welcome to join us tonight if you’re up for it’.”

“Jonathan texted that?”

“No, Vincent did,” she said sarcastically. Laughing, Casey’s thumbs flew over the tiny keyboard.

“Hey—what’d you write?” Georgia resisted the urge to take her eyes off the road.

“I wrote, ‘Casey is so hot, we might just start without you’.”

Georgia laughed. “I think you just earned me a spanking.”

“Oooh, maybe Jonathan will let me be the one who administers it.”

“I hope so, because he spanks hard.” Georgia pulled up to their building and handed the keys to the valet, grinning at her friend. “We really have to do this more often.”

Inside, Casey held the elevator for her and pressed the PH button. “You know you can call me whenever—you guys are the cutest couple to play with.”

A cute couple, huh? It was becoming less and less strange to think of herself as part of a couple now, actually. Jonathan was her soul mate—that much she knew. And the sex never got old. She loved that he was totally willing to be monogamous with her and still let her invite her friend over to play, even if she didn’t want
him
to touch anyone but her. What could she say? She got jealous.

But Casey was the perfect playmate for their infrequent ménages, because Casey had no problem respecting boundaries, even the strange ones.

Jonathan greeted them at the door and kissed both girls, Casey on the cheek and Georgia on the lips. “Glad you could come,” he said.

“Well, I haven’t come yet,” Casey joked.

“Let’s remedy that immediately,” Jonathan said, pouring himself a scotch on the rocks. “Drink?”

Georgia shook her head but then took Jon’s glass from his hand and sipped it, making a face as the alcohol burned her throat.

“Casey?” Jonathan handed her his glass to sip from as well but Casey shook her head. “Okay then, why don’t you take off those lovely tight pants and lie back on the couch.”

Casey grinned and wriggled out of her pants. “How ’bout the thong?”

This time Georgia answered. “Off.”

The thong fell on the carpet next to her pants and Casey sat on the leather couch.

Jonathan led Georgia by the hand over to the couch and gently guided her to her knees between Casey’s naked legs. “Eat her,” he said, his voice low.

Georgia looked at the freshly waxed bare pussy in front of her face, reaching her fingers out to separate the thick outer lips to reveal the fleshy folds within. Pressing her lips to Casey’s clitoris, she kissed her softly first before letting her tongue explore her cunt.

Casey moaned, which enticed Georgia to suck her clit into her mouth harder, flicking the swollen nub with her tongue over and over.

“Raise your hips,” Jonathan told Georgia as he lay on the carpet and positioned himself beneath her slick pussy, “and sit on my face.”

Georgia did as he said, sighing with pleasure as she balanced above his face. He held her hips tightly as he licked her clit and Georgia threw her head back with a gasp.

Suddenly his hand left her hip and slapped her ass cheek. “Don’t even think about leaving Casey hanging. Keep going—eat her pussy.”

Georgia went back between Casey’s thighs, sliding her tongue around every crevice. She could barely concentrate because her mind kept going to her own pleasure as Jonathan kept his mouth latched on to her clit. But the moment she paused to let a wave of sensation wash through her, his hard palm brought her back to the task at hand.

Not that she minded—not in the least. Casey was delicious, and the fact that Jonathan got off on seeing her eat out her girlfriend made it all the more enjoyable.

Casey bucked her hips wildly as she came, and Georgia had to hold her hips still so she could continue eating her out as the orgasm rocked her body.

“Don’t stop, I don’t care if she came once—keep licking her,” Jonathan warned before delving back into Georgia’s pussy. She cried out as the pleasure overtook her and she came hard, grinding her hips over his face, trying to keep her mouth attached to Casey’s pussy at the same time.

Jonathan gave her one final nibble before sliding out from underneath Georgia’s hips. “Get up, sweetheart,” he said as he stood behind her, his cock tantalizingly close to her pussy. “I want Casey to kiss you so she can see how good she tastes.”

Casey smiled and grabbed Georgia’s face, bringing her in close for a passionate kiss. “Is that what I taste like?” she asked, laughing.

“I love it,” Georgia admitted. “But I really need cock to get me going…ahem, ahem,” she said, looking over her shoulder to Jonathan like,
get a move on, let’s go.

“Subtle,” Jonathan said as he drove into her from behind. Georgia inhaled sharply and dropped her lips to Casey’s nipples, covering them with ferocious kisses as Jonathan stroked her G-spot over and over.

Casey gasped and slid her hand between her legs to play with her own clit while Georgia teased her breasts. “It’s so much fun watching you guys fuck,” she said. “Can we still do this sometimes even after you get married?”

Georgia looked up from Casey’s ample chest and raised an eyebrow, shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts while Jonathan continued fucking her. “Who says we’re getting married?”

She looked over her shoulder at Jonathan just as he was making the “cut it out” sign, drawing his finger across his neck.

Casey giggled. “Oops. I thought he said something already. Never mind.”

Jonathan grunted and pulled out, ejaculating on Georgia’s bottom. “Nice, Casey. You did that on purpose.”

“Sorry.” She didn’t look sorry though. She looked positively pleased with herself.

“Georgia, don’t move. Casey’s going to clean you off—with her tongue. Maybe that will keep her from talking too much.”

Casey jumped off the couch and came around behind Georgia. “Oh girl, your ass is just splattered with cum,” she said, laughing. “I may be back here awhile.”

Jonathan took Casey’s place on the couch and watched them. Georgia liked the feel of Casey’s warm little tongue darting all over her ass cheek, even if it did tickle.

“She thought you already said something about what?” Georgia asked, wiggling a little as Casey’s tongue became very tickly for a moment.

“All right, I guess now is as a good a time as any. Because the answer, Casey, is yes—we can still do this after we get married.”

Georgia turned and looked at Casey with a confused expression as Casey sat back on her haunches and cheered.

“Um, aren’t you forgetting something?” Georgia said drily as she got up and sat naked on Jonathan’s lap.

“Yeah, like asking her,” Casey pointed out.

Jonathan laughed. “Hang on, I have to get the ring.” He picked Georgia up piggyback style and she wrapped her legs around his waist to hold on.

“Are you serious?” she asked, nibbling his ear as he walked them into the bedroom.

“Casey, stay out there for a minute, will you?” he called. He dropped Georgia onto the bed and pulled a little black velvet box out of his nightstand.

Dropping onto one knee, he looked up at Georgia and opened the box. “Casey helped me pick it out. She said you loved the huge pink sapphire engagement ring Nicole Richie got, so I had one made just like it.”

“Holy shit.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Um…you haven’t asked me anything.”

Jonathan jumped on the bed and straddled her, still holding the ring in his hand. “Will you marry me?”

“Yup.”

He kissed her hard, and suddenly his cock was between her thighs, ready to go.

“Wow,” she said. “Marriage must really turn you on.”

“You turn me on,” he murmured, filling her with one stroke, raining kisses down on her face as she circled her hips madly to meet his thrusts. “I love you, Sweet Georgia.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I love you too.”

The End