The Stagers by Louisa Neil

than Van’s, but his enthusiasm still surprised her. He gave her complete control of his body and cock. Sucking him between her lips, she felt his body quiver. She continued to lavish him with her attentions. He accepted what she gave, not pressuring her. His hips rose to meet her lips, but he never tried to take over.
    “I’m going to come, Farrin.”
    She glanced up, her lips still surrounding his hardened flesh. Her hands on his hips held him where she wanted him. She sucked her index finger alongside his cock, wetting it before she slipped it in his anus. Lyle groaned loudly. His body froze for a second, and then he came down her throat.
    “Damn it, Farrin. That was amazing. Do it again.”
    “That will have to hold you until tomorrow night.” She licked his cock clean and didn’t try to pull his pants back in place. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, at Van’s.” She tucked the chemise, a length of cording, and one of the blindfolds in the box. Heading for his office door, she hesitated. “Do you have any idea what he has in mind?”
    “Not a clue, but I’ll take what comes.”
    “As long as it’s you, right?”
    “Of course.” He chuckled. “Go home and rest up.”
    “You too,” she said, closing the door tightly behind her.
    Stopping in her office to gather her purse, she took the chemise and carefully folded it back between several layers of tissue paper, adding her blindfold and cording, placing it in her carry all. That night, she didn’t allow herself to think about what Van’s plan was. She kept busy cleaning her condo.
    The next day, she went to the salon, had her hair cut and styled, and decided to let her normal bikini wax go a bit further. By the time she left the salon, her pussy was completely bare of all hair instead of the small, trimmed stripe of curling hair she normally sported.
    The rest of the day, all she could think about was what Van would say when her bald pussy was revealed. With every touch of material to her clit and lips, she moistened more. That afternoon, she thought to nap and paused, lying naked on her bed, smoothing her skin with lotion. She found herself using two fingers to satisfy her lust.
    With her eyes closed, she imagined what she’d look like in all white. Virginal, she decided, until he’d lift the hem and find her bare pussy. Clenching her thighs, the moist heat flooded from within. With a resigned sigh, she turned and pulled her dildo from the draw. Her fingers made circles against her clit while she sucked the plastic phallus. When it was slick, she pushed it between her lips, her pussy accepting it readily. One hand pinched her own nipple. The other worked the toy in her pussy. She was so close to coming, but orgasm was still elusive, so she left the toy to weigh her pussy and slid her wet finger in her anus. At first she stilled, her body adjusting to the intrusions. A harder pinch to her nipple and she slid her finger in and out of her anus as if it were a small cock. With the toy still embedded, she imagined Lyle’s cock in her pussy and Van’s up her ass. That image pushed her over the edge, and she came with abandon, her head thrashing from side to side as she used her other hand to pump the dildo in her pussy.
    “Damn,” she whispered, amazed at her relaxed attitude about satisfying herself. Generally, it was an exercise in futility. Since meeting her men, it became a static wellbeing that resonated through her body. She realized it was a feeling of contentment. She napped until the alarm woke her at five to shower. She grabbed a light snack, so she wouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach.
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    Arriving promptly at seven, she had butterflies in her stomach at the concept of what might happen tonight. While she’d tossed jeans and a T-shirt in her carry all, she wore only a large, navy blue smock-like dress she used to cover her clothing while she worked. Tonight, it made the perfect cover for the chemise. She’d chosen three-inch black