by Dan

We pull into the parking lot of the establishment. Both of us, excited by what is to come, but nervous at the prospect of this new experience. The night is cool, a half moon shining down, and a scattering of stars. The blue and red neon sign proclaims the name, Whispers for Men. A medium size, rather nondescript building out of town, just off the highway, well out of city limits and city ordinance range.

We walk to the door together, nervously glancing at each other but saying nothing. I open the large, industrial looking door and step inside.

The lights are low, but it's easy to see the plush modern decor. Oversized couches and pictures of cityscapes catch the eye. At the far end of the room is a counter. We approach our nervousness and excitement rising in tandem.

A well-built blonde, say 38 24 36, comes to the counter, a black iridescent mini dress seemingly painted on her. "Welcome to Whispers. Have you been here before?" she asks with a seeming casualness as if we were there for a haircut or it was an ice cream parlor.

"No, it's our first time," I manage to utter, trying to stay calm and betray no sense of nervousness. The blonde only smiles more, seeming to see through my facade and at the same time, understanding and validating the trepidation.

"Well here's how we work. The entry fee is $25. You get to pick from one of the four girls here, which you'll have model for you. The kind of show she does depends on how much you tip, but a good time is guaranteed no matter how much you tip. You're allowed to get as comfortable as you'd like, and the show is at least 45 minutes, but if you tip more. You'll get a longer show. Any questions?"

I glance at you, waiting for you to speak up with something, but you only glance back and say, "No, sounds good."

"Great," says the blond. "It'll be $25 for you sir, but your lady friend gets in free. And which girl would you like to choose from?"

As if on cue, three more sexily clad women appear behind the counter. All are in excellent shape, tanned, and have that look of raw sexual energy. There is a short brunette, maybe 5'2," extremely curvaceous, possibly Hispanic. A tall slender blonde, small breasted and willowy is next, her dress barely covering her ass. Last is a medium built red head with large firm breasts. Her nipples poke seductively through the material of her dress

We silently survey each, your hand squeezing mine tight in anticipation. "Which one?" I ask you. You look at me startled by my decision to let you choose. This night is for both of us, both our pleasures.

You smile and say "The redhead please," as if ordering wine in a restaurant.

She smiles warmly, her green eyes sparkling as she steps forward and introduces herself as Ashley.

We are escorted through another door and down a hallway. We stop in front of another door and are led into a dimly lit, very cozy seeming room. A large couch dominates one wall while mirrors are on two others. A large bookshelf stands on the right of the couch, a variety of bottles of oils, lotions and what appear to be sex toys on display.

Ashley lays down a towel on the couch and two more on the arm of the couch. "Now get as comfortable as you'd like, and leave your tip on the bookshelf please. I'll be right back."

How much to tip? A question I have been pondering. How much to will it cost to make this fantasy happen, or should I say how much is it worth to us? I lay $200 in twenties on the bookshelf and turn back to you. " Let's get comfy!" I say laughingly.

We quickly strip our clothes off, folding them and placing them on the bottom shelf. I look at you, your breasts quivering, nipples hard in anticipation. I also am hard, sticking straight out, my cock throbbing with excitement. You wrap your hand around it and squeeze gently. "Comfy enough," you ask. I smile and we sit down on the couch our legs overlapping, waiting for Ashley's return.

She's back in moments, slipping silently into the room, and smiling approvingly as she sees us both naked and aroused. She moves to the bookcase, and picks the considerable tip. She quickly counts the money and places it in a small box on the shelf. "Now lets heave some fun," she says with a wicked grin.

She turns on a CD player sitting on the top shelf, and soft, sensuous music begins to play. She turns to face us and slowly begins to dance, sensuously writhing, her body coming closer, she turns and bends at he waist, reaching for the floor. Her skirt rides up, showing her firm, well-shaped ass, accented by a silky black thong. She turns back to face us and slides the dress over her head. Her large breasts spring free, nipples erect. My cock throbs involuntarily at he site of those marvelous breasts. You squeeze my cocker appreciatively, knowing what the site of those tits does for me.

She continues to dance, her body writhing with the music. Finally she lays on the floor, her feet towards us, raises her legs, and slides the thong off, then quickly spreads her legs, letting us see her glistening cunt, pubic hair the same red tint as that on her head, neatly trimmed. I hear you moan in appreciation. She truly is a beauty.

My cock is aching with anticipation by this point. You have kept your hand on it, but have refrained from stroking me too much, not wanting me too cum too soon. Ashley crawls across the floor towards us and kneels before us. "So, what would you like to do now?" As if on cue, you slide off the couch to the floor and begin kissing my chest and stomach, trailing your tongue over my body. Ashley catches the hint and begins kissing her way up my thighs, her tongue sliding over my legs, seductively blowing air on my tight balls as she nears them. Soon both of you are kissing all around my cock, and balls, close but never touching. The agony is ecstasy.

Ashley takes the lead, wrapping her hand around my member and smiling appreciatively at it. She strokes me slowly, squeezing the head on each upstroke. "Start licking ladies," I say with a smile. Ashley's tongue snakes out and slides down the shaft. You place yours on the tip and swirl it around the crown, moving back to the top to taste my precum, The feeling of two tongues on my shaft is indescribable. Ashley licks lower, her tongue swirling over my balls and then gently sucking them in to her mouth. I moan in appreciation. You still work on the tip, but hunger for more. You slide my throbbing cock into your mouth and slowly suck more and more off it on. Your lips crawl over it, sliding more and more in. Ashley stops to watch you work and gasps as she watches you deep throat me, taking all 7 inches in, and then sliding your tongue out to tease my balls. My back arches at the intense sensations traveling through my body. You come back up and release me with a loud slurp. You nod towards Ashley, saying "your turn."

Ashley smiles and begins to suck my cock, not deepthroating but sucking hard, dragging her lips over the shaft. My fists clench at he unbelievable feeling.

The two of you begin to trade out sucking, tongues sliding over me, tongues touching at times I notice. Finally when this has happened one to many times, you stop, look at Ashley, and passionately kiss her. She reacts with no shock, only gives in to you. As I said, this night is for us both.

I get up off the couch and help the two of you on too it. You never quit kissing, just awkwardly climb on the couch, half lying on, your lips pressing together, hands traveling over each others bodies. I stand back and watch the show for a minute, loving the sight of two beautiful women in heat with each other. I then kneel down between Ashley's legs and begin to kiss my way up her thighs. She seems startled for a second, but quickly relaxes. My tongue finds its way to her dripping cunt, and I plunge my tongue inside, then up to flick her clit. She moans long and loud, her hand grabbing my head and her hips bucking up into my face.

You sit back to watch me eat her out, knowing how good it must feel. AS you watch, you begin fingering yourself. Ashley notices and twists around to reach your thighs. We end with her lying on the couch, legs off the cushion, me licking her sweet pussy, and you straddle her face. From the intensity and volume of sound coming from your mouth, it is obvious Ashley is well versed at licking pussy.

This oral paradise continues for what seems like hours, actually only a few minutes. I rise up and push Ashley more fully onto the couch. I have always dreamed of watching you eat out another women, and here is my chance. And to see you in a 69 to boot. You bend over and begin kissing and licking her shaved lips. She responds fantastically, grinding her pussy up into your face for more kisses and licks. I sit back and stroke my cock slowly, savoring every moment of this beautiful show.

Finally you rise up, you face glistening with Ashley's juices. "Enough of this," you say. "I need to be fucked." I smile, knowing that things are really going to heat up now. Ashley hops up and walks to the bookshelf. She picks up a 8" dildo that has been sitting there, and a bottle of lubricant. She seats her self back on the couch and lubes up the dildo. You kneel before her and I come up behind you, my hands reaching around to grab your tits, pinching your nipples. "You're gonna fuck her with that and lick her while I fuck you, aren't you?," I ask you, twisting your nipples, making you moan harder.

Ashley finishes with the dildo and her hands reach for you. She kisses you more gently now, and whispers, "please fuck me" to you. As you bend over to accept me, Ashley slides the dildo in to her wet cunt, and places your hand on it. As you slowly begin fucking her, your tongue slipping out to tease her clit, I enter you from behind, in one swift stroke. You gasp at being filled, so fully, so completely.

We get a rhythm going and for several moments the only sounds are of sex, of bodies slapping together, of pussies being filled and the juice squishing out, and the moans of people in heat. I fuck you solidly, savoring the tightness of your hole. As the tempo increases, Ashley begins to cum, her legs wrapped around your shoulders, hands buried in your hair. This triggers your orgasm, and you shake and almost scream as I fuck you mercilessly as you cum. I slow down finally and pull you up against me.

"I want to fuck that red-haired pussy, while I lick you, I whisper in your ear. Ashley hears this and moans out, "yes, I want some of that cock." I get up and move to lie on the couch. Ashley comes up and gives my cock a few licks and sucks. "I love the taste of cuntjuice on a cock," she says wickedly. She straddles me and slides down on my hard rod. I buck up to fill her, her tightness squeezing me like a glove.

I reach for you. "Get over and ride my face, I need to lick some pussy." You laugh as you straddle my face.

The sounds of fucking once again fill the room. You're facing Ashley and the two of you kiss and talk about how good it is all feeling. " God he's a good fuck" she says. And not bad at eating pussy either," you add, grinding down on my face. We continue as the heat builds, our bodies moving to a fevered pace. I feel the beginning of a huge load of cum building up in my balls. 'I'm getting close," I tell you. "Do you want it in your cunt or somewhere more creative?

You both hop off and proceed to start sucking me, tongues once again lashing my cock. "Cum for us, you bastard, cum on my face and in my mouth," Ashley says. It's all too much and as I feel you slide your lips down to the base of my cock again, the orgasm rips through me. You get the first blast in your mouth. You quickly let me go so Ashley can get a mouthful as well. She lets the remaining cum, spurt on her face, rubbing my cock all over her eyes and cheeks. You pull her to you and begin to kiss and lick the cum from her face. It's one of the most erotic things I've ever seen.

We lay there, all satisfied, all still burning with sexual energy. Ashley gets up and hands us both a towel. "I'll be back I just a moment she says, gathering up her clothes. I hate to see her leave in a way, after what we have shared, but then I remember she is a professional at this. We wipe the seat and cum from each other's bodies and hurriedly dress. Ashley comes back in and hands a business card. It reads, "Good for one free show at Whispers for Men."

"Come back and see me some time,' she says, kissing me on the cheek and then you full and passionately on the lips. "That was one of the best times I've had in a while."

We thank her and head out the door. The drive home is quiet, the moonlight shining in. "We will definitely have to do that again,'' I hear you say. "I agree, but maybe we can just find another friend instead of paying $200.00 for one." You say nothing, but get that quiet, contemplative look. Maybe you know someone, maybe tonight was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. Who knows what will be?