An Afternoon with Marcy

"Angel, it's not what it looks like!" he cried. Despite my better judgment, I laughed out loud at this ridiculous statement.

"Oh, don't lie to me, Marcy," she said icily, "It's exactly what it looks like, I'm sure." She dumped the packages at the door and stormed over to Marcy and slapped her across the face. Marcy began crying and Angel began taunting her, "That's right, sissy, cry. Cry like the little bitch you are."

Angel turned on her heel to me. "And you! Was she good? What did she do for you?"

Feeling no need to be coy I said, "She sucked my cock."

I could see by the look on her face that I had taken Angel by surprise. She looked from me to Marcy and back, "How was she?"

"I've had better, but she's got promise," I said, enjoying where this conversation was going. Angel was throwing out a vibe that told me we were on the same path.

"Did you like sucking him, Marcy?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Marcy lowered her head and whispered, "Yes."

"Then get down on your knees and do it some more. I want to see how you do it."

Marcy's face fell. She looked between Angel and I, her eyes pleading for help. Neither of us were giving her any. Instead, Angel pointed at my crotch and I began undoing my pants again.

As I stood there, hand on my cock, taking in Angel and Marcy, I wondered if this was fulfilling some kind of mutual fantasy for them. It even crossed my mind that Angel's "early return" might have been planned all along. It all seemed too convenient. And, moreover, Marcy could have refused but there she was now, getting down in front of me, replacing my hand with hers, and taking the head of my cock into her mouth.

Angel moved to get a better perspective. "Oh, that's very good, Marcy," she cooed. She bent over and began critiquing Marcy's critique. At one point she grabbed the back of Marcy's head and forced her to take all of me into her mouth. Angel looked up at me and winked lasciviously.