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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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He opened the doors and watched her ass sway inside. A receptionist greeted her right away, took her name again, and escorted her through the restaurant. A pianist sat in the center of the main room, currently on break. Everything here smacked of money, and everyone in the place was dressed very formally. As she walked through behind the receptionist, she drew every eye. The men watched her with desire, as did some of the women, while other looks were clearly jealous of her youth and beauty.
She was shown to a VIP section, closed off by a thick wooden door, heavily stylized. The receptionist knocked lightly, waited a moment, and held the door open for her to enter. When she walked into the private room, John and Mel were both seated at a table. They both drank her in lustily as she strode to meet them. John stood, dressed in an expensive black suit. She'd never seen him look so good. He kissed her softly on the cheek, and motioned for her to take a seat next to Mel. Mel's dress was the classic little black, and she wore it well. She greeted Layla with a not-so-motherly kiss on the lips.
Somewhat taken aback, it took the horny teen a moment to process that Mel was kissing her in a restaurant, but she soon returned it with fervor, licking Mel's lips as John watched quietly. The smirk on his face said that he didn't mind a bit. Mel pulled away, and took Layla's hand.
"Good evening, you gorgeous creature," she said hotly.
"Mel," Layla said softly.
She felt hot tears in her eyes. She'd never felt this from John and Mel. They'd always loved her, sure, and always shone it. But tonight, this place, this experience, this was all for her. It would always be her that they showered with love. It would be her they called gorgeous as they kissed her. She collected herself, stuffed away those thoughts, and tried to focus.
"You guys really go all out on a first date, don't you?" she joked.
"Only when the lady is worth it," John said with a smile.
"And only when we want to get into her pants," Mel whispered in her ear.
Layla felt her pussy spasm. She was clearly right about the direction this evening was headed. John and Mel both of them, were going to fuck her.
"Oh, God," she whispered as Mel licked at her earlobe.
"Now, shouldn't you have your dinner before desert, dear?" John asked.
Mel pouted, "But it just looks so good, how can I resist?"
"That it does," he agreed, "but there's preliminaries to go through before the games, right?"
Mel nodded. Layla began to tell them all about the interview, and the job as she browsed the menu. The waiter came by to drop off a bottle of ridiculously expensive wine, not even bothering to card any of them. John and Mel were ecstatic about the modeling, Mel wanting to know every detail. She was forced to admit that she didn't know much, yet. She'd find out on Monday. Finally, they put in their orders, and John steered the conversation in a new direction.
"Layla, we love you very much," he started.
"I know you do, John, Mel,"
"We love all of ye, and over the last week our family has really opened up with each other,"
"I might have noticed," she said pointedly.
"You know that Mel and I, well, we're very sexual people. We always have been. We're very open about it, and we've never kept it a secret from any of you.
"I've never felt that you did,"
"Honey," Mel cut in, "we both know that there's something that you want," her eyes slid to John, "and we're not against you getting it. We just need you to know that we would never force anything on you. We want what you want, and we want it be something that's done with love,"
"Oh, Mel, it will be," she gushed. She'd never felt so girly.
"You're a very smart girl, Layla, and you know where this is all going," John said, "but we need to establish ground rules here, before anything happens. Do you understand?"
"Yes, John,"
"Good. Mel and I are deeply in love. I want you to know that. This beautiful woman here," he indicated Mel, "is my heart and soul. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to come between us. We made that vow years ago, and despite all the odds we've faced, we've never wavered. I belong to Mel, and not to any other woman. Is that clear?"
"Yes, John. Yes, Mel"
They both seemed satisfied.
"Over the years, we've both had some fun," Mel admitted, "and this won't be the first time that John and I have shared someone. There's been women in the past, and some men. If it was naughty, dirty, kinky, or taboo, we loved it. And I know that we're going to love this, too, but we want you to understand that we'll never make you do anything you don't want to do. So, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you need to tell us, alright?"
"Yes,"
"We also live by a policy of honesty," Mel went on, "and we don't want there to be any secrets between us, so is there anything you want to tell us?" she was grinning like a cat.
I eventually remembered Mick. His look of contentment. Like he'd had some weight lifted off of his shoulders. Or maybe a weight relieved from his balls.
"Mick," she said softly, "I've screwed around with Mick,"
There it was, out in the open. Her naughty little secret. They both nodded. They weren't surprised. This wasn't the first they'd heard of it. They were just testing her.
"Thank you for being honest, honey," John said, "Now, we don't care when or how it happened. Just tell us, were you both willing? No one forced you, and you didn't...force him?"
She couldn't help but laugh a little at that. Mick was so horny that the thought of her forcing him to get his cock sucked was hilarious.
"No, he didn't force me. It just sort of happened," she admitted.
"Alright. Now that we've cleared the air, I think another glass of wine is in order," Mel suggested.
Layla couldn't agree more. She was already a little heady from the first glass.
"Can I ask you guys something?" she said.
"Of course, honey,"
"Did Mick fuck you," she asked Mel.
"Very well," she said, smiling over the rim of her wineglass.
"I knew it!"
A knock at their door interrupted the conversation. The waiter walked in after a moment, bearing a big tray filled with dinner. Once they were tended to, the conversation turned lighter as they dug into their meal. They all ate sparingly, a little nervous about what was going to happen after they left. By 8:00, they were finishing up. John tipped their server very handsomely, and led his ladies out of the room.
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