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  “You like that?” Her voice is throaty and pleased.

  “Yes, baby, I like that.” Guys don’t just like to watch. They like to listen, too.

  “Good. You want me to lick that sweet pussy?”

  “Oh, yes,” I purr, lifting my cunt up to prove I’m telling the truth. “Lick me.”

  Barbie slides her hands under my ass and settles between my legs. I close my eyes, waiting, and a moment later I’m rewarded by the flat of her tongue on my clit. It feels good. I let out a groan and pump my hips. Barbie licks me with slow, smooth strokes, keeping the sort of steady pace only another woman truly understands.

  I turn to look at Joe. Candy’s still between his legs, though she appears to have found a pace he likes better. He pets her hair every so often, almost absentmindedly.

  Maybe he’ll want to fuck us, and maybe he won’t, but for now I lay back and enjoy Barbie eating my cunt. She’s an expert, using her tongue and lips and fingers in ways guaranteed to make me writhe and moan. I do, loudly, giving in to the urge to make noise as my pleasure grows.

  “Don’t let her come.” Joe’s command makes Barbie pause.

  I let out a little whimper of protest. My nipples are diamond-hard, my pussy slick with Barbie’s saliva and my own juices. She’s got three fingers up my snatch and her thumb against my asshole, and one or two more flutters of her tongue would have had me going over.

  Still, he’s the one in charge and though I shudder when Barbie pulls her fingers out of me, I don’t come. She leans down to kiss me again. I taste myself on her mouth, underlaid with the faint remaining taste of cherry.

  When I look over at Joe, I see Candy’s sitting up. Her hand moves along his cock, offering me a tempting glimpse of skin as she jacks him. Her shirt’s askew and her hair’s a mess, but she’s looking up at him adoringly. It could be an act, but if it is, she’s perfected it.

  “Come here.” Joe points to Barbie. When she obeys, he takes the hand she’d had up my cunt, and he sucks her fingers, one by one.

  The sight hits me like a two-by-four to the back of the head. It’s seriously the hottest thing I’ve ever seen a guy do, paying for my company or not. Barbie seems to like it, too, because her breath eases out of her with a little groan I recognize as real.

  Joe leans forward with her fingers still in his mouth and Candy’s hand still jacking his prick. He puts his hand between Barbie’s legs. I can see his arm moving as he rubs her. She spreads her legs and puts a hand on his shoulder for support. Her skirt rides up, and Candy gives it some help, pushing the tight fabric higher until Barbie’s cute pink panties show.

  Nothing about Joe is fast. His hand moves, up, down, against Barbie. When I see her thighs shake a little my cunt clenches. He’s turning her on. We can pretend a lot of things, but some of our body’s reactions can never be faked. I’ve felt that little quiver in the sweetness of her groin enough times to know when someone’s getting her off.

  From her place on the floor, Candy leans over to kiss Barbie’s leg. Candy’s got her fingers down the front of her thong, her other hand still moving on Joe’s dick. They’re quite a picture over there, the three of them. Once again, where does the fourth person go?

  I can’t see Joe’s face, but I can watch his hand stroke, stroke, stroke between Barbie’s legs. She’s leaning harder on his shoulder now, her head tipped forward so her blond hair hangs down. Her hips are moving. Candy’s mouth is tracing patterns on Barbie’s thigh, her hand moving faster on her cunt. I’ve got my hand clenched between my thighs, but I’m not rubbing myself. I’m gripping my fist with my thigh muscles, timing each clutch and release to the quickening beat of my heart. I can’t come this way, but fuck, do I want to.

  Joe lets Barbie’s fingers slide out of his mouth. “Take off your panties.”

  To Candy, he says, “You, too.”

  So far, I’m the only one naked. I sit on the edge of the bed, watching. Candy stands and shucks off her thong while Barbie shimmies out of her panties.

  “Kiss her.”

  Joe sits back in his chair, watching, as Candy and Barbie turn to each other. Candy’s too eager and wants to force the kiss. Barbie has more patience than I would. She waits until Candy’s calmed a little bit, then kisses her sensually. Open mouths, probing tongues. Roaming hands. Joe seems to be enjoying it. When he sees me looking, he crooks a finger. He pushes off his pants and socks while I walk over to him, so by the time I get there, he’s naked.

  He’s got a nice cock. I measure it with my eyes. Length and girth, very nice. I can’t tell much more, because of the condom Candy was smart enough to put on him. The fluff of hair around the base is thick and darker than the hair on his head and body, but looks well-groomed.

  I take the hand he holds out to me. He pulls me gently onto his lap, where I sit perched on one knee. My pussy must be wet against his leg, and I wonder if that excites him, to know that Barbie got me so aroused.

  “Put your hand on my cock, Kitten.” He says my name like it amuses him. Hell, it amuses me, too. I do as he says, feeling his heat through the latex. His cock pulses a bit in my fingers.

  Together, we watch Barbie and Candy kissing. Joe’s hand moves around in front of me. He circles my clit with the tip of his finger. I’m already set on fire from Barbie’s excellent cunt-eating, so Joe’s touch makes me push my pussy into his hand.

  “Sit still.”

  It’s hard to do that when he keeps rubbing my button. “Slower,” he says when my hand starts moving faster on his erection.

  “Candy, I think I’d like to see you lick Barbie’s pussy.”

  The three of us let out a little gasp/sigh/moan at that. I’ll say one thing for Joe, he knows how to orchestrate this. I’ve been with guys who barely know what to do with one girl, much less three. Or guys who get so turned on watching us go at it, they shoot their loads right away. Or even guys who get pissed off when they feel they’re not getting enough attention.

  Not Joe, though. He’s stroking my clit so nicely I’m jittering on the edge of coming, and his cock shows no sign of getting soft or shooting off. Candy’s on her knees in front of Barbie, spreading her pussy and lapping away at it with more enthusiasm than skill, but like I said, Barbie’s got more patience than I. She tilts her hips against Candy’s mouth, cooing encouragement. One hand goes to Candy’s head, guiding her, while the other twists and twirls her nipples to tight little peaks just begging to be sucked.

  “Are you going to come?” Joe’s words startle me a little and I have to swallow hard before I can answer.

  “I…I think so.”

  He stops and puts his hand flat over my pussy, pressing my clit with the heel of his hand. “Do you usually come with your gentlemen?”

  I laugh at that, more at his use of the term gentlemen than anything else. The motion of my laughter rocks me against his hand, and I give a little gasp. “Sometimes.”

  “If they pay you enough?”

  Candy’s still going to town, but Barbie turns her head to look over at us.

  “That helps.”

  “Tell me,” Joe says. “Have I paid you enough?”

  Barbie answers before I can. “Yeah, Joe. I think so.”

  She looks at me, and I look at her. We share a smile. I love working with Barbie. I wish it were me lapping her sweet honey instead of Candy, who doesn’t really like girls all that much. Joe presses my cunt and I shift on his knee.

  “Get on the bed. Candy, on your back. Barbie and Kitten, on your hands and knees.”

  We manage to arrange this somewhat awkward position with a minimum of giggling and shifting. When we’re done, Candy’s spread on her back while Barbie and I, our asses in the air and our feet hanging over the bed’s edge, are half-straddling her, facing her pussy. We give each other a look. This is definitely something I’ve never done before, but I can’t wait to see what he tells us to do next.

  My cunt feels soft and open. Slick. My clit’s a hard, tight bump, aching to be touched. I wait. I have