His tongue sweeps inside me, and my toes curl from the pressure of his mouth. He slides over me, our chests pressed together, still clothed.
I sigh, and he covers my mouth with his own, depositing our combined cum into my mouth.
I was not expecting that.
Greg places a finger under my jaw, and a soft kiss on my lips.
"Swallow."
I do. I don't have a choice.
Greg grins as the muscles in my throat constrict.
I smile back and lick my lips. Might as well be a good sport.
Greg stands and tucks his dick into his pants as he zips up.
"Set it up with Sam. I'll do it."
One down, one to go.
Five
Later that week, I pull into the driveway of my father's Bel Air estate still triumphant over my success in convincing Greg to join me in bed with Sam. I still have to convince Sam, but life usually goes my way, so I'm not too worried.
I find my father by the pool sipping iced tea with a man about my age.
"Jennifer, sweetheart, you remember Philip?" Daddy asks, waving his hand at the young man. He looks familiar as I glance at him a moment before realization hits.
"Philip?" I ask, unnecessarily. Philip is a friend of mine from high school. I haven't seen him since the summer after graduation. Wow. I can't believe he tracked me down through my dad. I always knew he had a thing for me in high school. Everyone did.
"Jennifer!" Philip is out of his chair and hugging me before I can process it. "So nice to see you again."
"You too! How sweet of you to come out to Daddy's estate just to see me."
Philip smiles and averts his eyes, and my father coughs.
"Actually, princess, Philip lives here."
Oh. My. God. How embarrassing. Philip is on Daddy's staff? I could have sworn he went to an Ivy League. How in the hell did he end up on my dad's household staff? Sad. I plaster a smile on my face and take a seat. Rosa places a cold glass of iced tea on the table in front of me.
"That's great, Philip." I take a sip as Daddy smiles reassuringly at Philip. So sweet, my daddy. "What do you do here?"
"Do?" Philip looks confused as he glances between us. Daddy reaches over and places a hand over Philip’s as he turns to me.
"Philip doesn't work for me, princess. He's my lover."
Holy. Fuck.
I manage to plaster a smile on my face before speaking, but what the hell? There's a fifty-year age difference between Philip and Daddy.
"Daddy, Philip is my age."
"So? We make each other happy. If it's okay for Hugh Hefner, it's okay for the gays, darling."
I open and close my mouth, unsure of how to respond to that.
"Listen, Jenny. I called you over for lunch to let you know we're going to miss your birthday this year."
What?
They're a "we" now? And Daddy is missing my birthday? He's never missed my birthday. Ever.
"I'm taking Philip to Italy. He's never been. Can you believe it?"
"Tragic," I say, though I could not care less. How dare Daddy miss my birthday? This is unheard of treachery. I make a mental note to ask my lawyer if we should request a mental competency check before this gets even more out of hand.
Six
Sam hands me a glass of wine as I drop onto his couch and toe off my heels. He sinks into the spot beside me and rubs the back of my neck as I let out a groan.
"Rough week, babe?" Sam asks.
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"I've had some tough patients this week myself."
I try not to roll my eyes. I mean, he's a dentist. That's hardly a comparison to the week I've had.
"My father has a new lover!" I blurt out, needing to get the conversation back where it belongs: on me.
Sam pauses at my outburst, his hand stilling on the back of my neck before he drops it and picks up his drink.
"You must be so excited for him," Sam suggests, eyeing me over his glass.
"I want to be happy for him. I do, but…" I pause to think for a moment. "I'm worried he's being taken advantage of." There. That sounds better than saying I'm annoyed my father is fucking someone I don't approve of, right?
Sam stares at me a moment longer before averting his eyes to the view of the Pacific Ocean from his living room.
"Your dad has a very strong personality, Jenny. I highly doubt he's being taken advantage of."
"I don't think you understand how serious this is." I mean, how could he? His parents are schoolteachers from the Valley. He has no idea what it's like to be me. "He's taking his new lover to Italy—on MY birthday! He's obviously being manipulated."
"You're turning twenty-six."
I don't care for his tone or the insinuation that at twenty-six my father's priorities should not revolve around me.
"Excuse me?" I raise a perfectly manicured brow meant to convey my displeasure. I know it's a perfectly manicured brow because I pay a specialist from Brazil three hundred dollars a week to keep them flawless. No one wants to buy a luxury handbag from an unkempt hobo.
Sam looks like he's about to say something, then pauses. "I'm sorry this has you so upset, babe," he finally says as he goes back to rubbing the back of my neck in reassuring circles. "How can I help?"
See? That's why I keep Sam around. He understands that I'm always right. I went out with an actor once who suggested I was selfish. I dumped him immediately, because how dare he? Everyone knows actors are narcissists. I only bothered dating him in the first place because he was an Oscar winner and I thought being associated with him would help build my brand. It did, because when I broke up with him, my PR team made sure to let everyone know how wronged I was, and my position as the “sweetheart of celebrity children” was locked in place.
I put my drink down and slip my hand into Sam's pants. He's earned a hand job. Also, he just unknowingly opened the door to the conversation I really want to have.
"I want you in my ass tonight," I purr into his ear as I grip his dick hard enough to make a lesser man uneasy. Then I rake my fingernails lightly over his length as he hisses in pleasure.
Sam palms the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss while I continue to masturbate his cock until he's thick and hard and ready to serve me. Then I stand and drop the scrap of pricey lace I wear as panties before kneeling over him on the couch.
"Get it wet," I instruct. He knows exactly what I mean and slides two fingers into my cunt. I’m already soaked, and he uses it to lube his dick, never taking his eyes off me.
"I love you, Jenny."
Of course he does.
I bend my knees until my asshole is aligned with the tip of his cock. Once it's in place, I sink down farther. The head forcing its way past the first ring of muscle burns, but I like the pain. I drop lower and lower still, until my ass cheeks rest on his thighs and his cock is buried to the hilt. We both groan in pleasure, not moving, just enjoying the moment. After a beat, I raise up, slowly letting his cock drag free from my ass until just the tip is still inside, then drop back down in one solid motion.
"Fuck, Jenny."
"It's so tight, isn't it?" I pant into his ear.
"God yes. You feel so good, baby." Sam wraps his hands around my hips, assisting my rise and fall onto his cock, his hips moving below to meet each thrust.
"You're so big and hard, filling me up like this."
"Yes, yes." Sam's head falls back against the couch, the word fuck falling from his mouth in little whispers.
"You know what would make it even tighter?"
"Hmmm?" he replies in a non-committal hum.
"What if I had a cock in my pussy too? Can you imagine how much tighter my ass would feel then?"
Sam raises his head, paying attention now. "You want me to fuck your pussy with a dildo while I'm buried in your ass?"
"Maybe." I nip his earlobe. Not quite what I had in mind, but he's headed in the right direction, so I'll encourage it. "Maybe that could be a thing we do," I offer. "But the first time I'm filled like that should be special, don't you agree?"
"Special how?"
I tighten my asshole around his cock until he grunts. "Two dicks," I whisper. "One of you in each hole."
"With who? Greg?" His voice is strained, and I know he's close to blowing his load straight into my colon.
"It'd really help make my birthday special," I murmur. And then he unloads.