Chapter 1: The knock
The carpet in the hallway was plush under Rachaell’s bare feet, the kind of hotel luxury that made her feel like she was walking on a cloud—or at least, the kind of cloud you’d find in a very expensive dream. She adjusted the sash of her silk dress, the deep emerald colour making her eyes pop in the dim hallway lighting. “Good thing I didn’t lose this too,” she thought nervously, running a hand over the smooth fabric.
She raised her hand to knock again, but before her knuckles could make contact, the door swung open. A man stood there, shirtless, his hair tousled in that way that suggested he’d been doing something far more interesting than sleeping. His eyes widened slightly when he saw her, and Rachaell couldn’t help but smirk.
"Oh," she said, tilting her head. "Am I interrupting?"
The man—Rick, rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing just enough to be noticeable. "Uh. Yeah. Kind of. But, you know, it’s fine, can I help you’”
Behind him, a woman’s voice called out, muffled but unmistakable. "Who is it, Rick?"
Rachaell arched a brow. “Rick eh, well hello Rick” she said
The door creaked open a little wider, and Kacey appeared, wrapped in a hotel robe that was slightly askew, her blonde curls tangled in a way that suggested she’d been doing more than just napping.
She blinked at Rachaell, then smirked. "oh, Hello"
Kacey’s eyes flicked down, then back up, her smirk deepening. "Can we help you ?” Rachaell let her gaze linger on Rick just long enough to make him shift uncomfortably. "Urm, I stayed in this room last night and er, I think I may have left my, my, oh fuck it, I left my toy behind last night.””Thought I’d come by and pick it up before housekeeping got to it." Rachaell let her fingers trail along the edge of the doorframe, her voice dripping with suggestion. "Unless you two already found it and were planning on using it yourselves.
Kacey’s smirk turned wicked. "No we weren’t , I have some of my own. But now you’re here…" She stepped closer, her robe gaping just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. "Maybe we should invite you in."
Rick cleared his throat, "Uh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Kacey."
Kacey rolled her eyes, stepping closer to Rachaell. "Relax, I’m just having a little fun." She leaned in, her breath hot on Rachaell’s ear. "Besides, I’m sure you won’t want to join us, unless of course you ……… are ‘that’ way inclined ?."
Rachaell felt a shiver go down her spine, her nipples hardening beneath her robe. She looked over Kacey’s shoulder, meeting Rick’s gaze. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark with desire.
Rachaell parted her lips, running her tongue along her teeth as she held his gaze. ‘Maybe I am," she whispered, her voice husky.” Why the fuck did I just say that” she said to herself. This mouths gunna get me into a heap of trouble one day
Kacey chuckled, pulling back and taking Rachaell's hand. "Come on in, then. Let's see then shall we"
The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn as if trying to push back the light of the outside world, Karen turned and looked at Rachaell, it’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman you know and just in case you’re wondering, I am very bi” she said as her face moved towards Rachaell’s, her lips pouting and moist with anticipation.
“That's it, you’ve done it now” she thought to herself “try and get out of this one…….. but she is kinda sexy and it’s just a kiss.” “Ok one kiss….. maybe and that’s it” she thought
Rachaell’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt Kacey’s breath on her face, hot and inviting. She tentivley closed the gap between them, their lips meeting in a slow, sensual kiss that tasted of passion and promises. Kacey’s hand slipped inside Rachaell’s dress, her fingers tracing the curve of her breast, her thumb brushing against Rachaell’s already hard nipple. Rachaell let out a soft moan, her body arching into Kacey’s touch.
Behind them, Rick let out a low groan, his hands gripping the doorframe as he watched the two women.
"Fuck," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Kacey smiled against Rachaell’s lips, her hand sliding lower, tracing the curve of Rachaell’s waist, her hip, before slipping between her legs. Rachaell gasped as Kacey’s fingers found her already wet and ready, her body responding instantly to the gentle pressure.
"Mmmmm, you’re smooth babe and you’re so fucking wet," Kacey whispered, her voice thick with lust. "I love that."
Rachaell moaned, her head falling back as Kacey began to stroke her, her touch slow and deliberate.
Behind her, she could feel Rick's gaze, could sense his desire. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of lust and power.
Kacey broke their kiss, her lips moving to Rachaell's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. Rachaell gasped, her hands reaching up to tangle in Kacey's hair. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice ragged. ‘I’ve only ever been with one woman before, I’m, I’m not sure I can do this’ she stammered clearly aroused in the moment, but trying to control the lustful feelings she felt within……. And clearly loosing.
Kacey paused, looking up at Rachaell with a wicked smile. "Baby, relax you seem a natural," she murmured, her fingers still moving languidly against Rachaell's clit. "You feel so fucking good, so responsive. Like you've been waiting for this for a long time."
Rachaell moaned, her hips moving in time with Kacey's touch, her body aching for more. "Yeah," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
"I think... I think I have."
Kacey's smile widened, and she leaned in to capture Rachaell's lips again, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder. Rachaell's moans grew louder, her body writhing against Kacey's touch. Behind them, Rick's breathing was heavy, ragged, and Rachaell could feel his eyes on her, could sense his desire.
She turned her head slightly, breaking the kiss, and met Rick's gaze. He looked almost feral, his eyes dark with need.
“Wow” said Rick “this has escalated all of a sudden, Kacey stop playing the slut” he said but not meaning it
Kacey turned and looked a him with a sudden look of wanting in her eyes.
"Hey baby, how about we give Rick something to watch, I know it’s one of his biggest fantasies’ Karen whispered in Rachaells ear. ‘Let’s see how big and hard we can make him’ she giggled as she took Rachaell’s hand and guided it up to her breasts .
Rachaell let Kacey take control, her fingers tracing the curve of Kaceys breast. She let out a soft gasp as she felt the weight of Kacey’s flesh, felt the hardness of her nipple against her palm. She rolled it between her fingers, a little rougher this time, and Kacey moaned, throwing her head back.
"Fuck, yes," Kacey murmured. "Just like that."
Rachaell's other hand was still between her own legs, her fingers mimicking Kacey's earlier touch. She could feel the heat radiating from her body, could feel the wetness coating her fingers as she stroked herself.
She watched Kacey, watched the way her eyes fluttered closed, the way her lips parted as she moaned. The power she felt was intoxicating, but at the same time a flood of guilt engulfed her. It’s was so wrong and yet so so right too.
Kacey moved towards her, her hand moving up to the back of Rachael’s neck pulling her into a long passionate kiss their hot soft tongues exploring one another’s mouths.
Kacey broke this kiss first, slowly withdrawing but maintaining eye contact
‘Now sit there and enjoy ‘ Kacey said with a wicked smile ‘There’s a little voyeur in all of us…. Oh and feel free to play with your little friend too, if you feel so inclined, I’d love to see that and I know Rick would too, wouldn’t you?
The air crackled. Kacey’s invitation hung between them, thick and potent as the scent of sex already clinging to the room. Rachaell’s gaze flicked to Rick, still braced against the doorframe. His eyes were locked on her, wide and dark, pupils swallowing the blue. A muscle jumped in his jaw. He didn’t speak, just gave a single, almost imperceptible nod, his breathing shallow and fast.
Kacey’s smirk deepened. She leaned back slightly against the edge of the nearby dresser, the gap in her robe widening to reveal the full swell of one breast, the nipple a hard, dark peak. "Go on," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Show us."
A flush, hot and prickling, swept up Rachaell’s neck. This was insane. Standing half-naked in a hotel room doorway, about to touch herself while two near-strangers watched? The old Rachaell, the instigator the confident one , screamed panic.
Fuck it.
Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the edge of her robe’s sash. She let it fall open, the emerald silk pooling loosely around her waist, revealing the pale curves of her stomach, the neat triangle of blonde hair below. The cool air kissed her skin, tightening her nipples further.
"Christ," Rick breathed, the word ragged.
Rachaell kept her eyes on Kacey’s, finding a strange anchor in the other woman’s challenging stare. Slowly, deliberately, her right hand slid down her own body. Over the dip of her navel, over her smooth mound. Her knuckles brushed her own inner thigh. She inhaled sharply as her fingertips finally found the slick heat waiting for her.
"Oh, fuck yes," Kacey whispered, shifting slightly, her own hand drifting to rub possessively over Rick’s chest. "Look at her, Rick. Look how wet she is just from this. From us watching."
Rachaell’s index finger parted her folds, finding the swollen nub of her clit. The contact was electric. A low moan escaped her lips, unbidden. She pressed, circling slowly, her eyes fluttering shut for a second before forcing them open, meeting Kacey’s gaze again. The sensation was intense, amplified a thousandfold by their watching eyes. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk forward.
"Slower," Kacey instructed, her voice rough. "Make it last. Show him how good it feels."
Rachaell obeyed, dragging her finger in slow, deliberate circles, the wetness coating her skin making the movement slippery and loud in the quiet room. The pressure built, a delicious ache spreading low in her belly. She added a second finger, sliding them lower, dipping just barely inside herself, then dragging back up to circle her clit again. The slick, obscene sound filled the space.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Rick groaned, his hand gripping the doorframe so tightly his knuckles were white. He hadn’t moved an inch, seemingly rooted to the spot by the spectacle.
"Harder," Kacey demanded, her own breath hitching. "You want it harder, don't you?"
Rachaell did. She pressed down firmly, circling faster now, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her other hand came up, fingers pinching her own nipple hard, the sharp bite of pain blending perfectly with the thrumming pleasure between her legs. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward. She was losing herself, the world narrowing to the heat, the wetness, the two pairs of eyes devouring her.
"That's it," Kacey purred, her voice thick with arousal. "Look at her come apart, Rick. Look how fucking beautiful she is."
The sinews inside Rachaell pulled impossibly tight. The sounds she was making were raw, guttural, nothing like the polite sighs of her love making. Her thighs trembled. She was right there, balanced on the precipice, the pressure building to a breaking point. Just a little more...
Before she could tip over, Kacey moved. Swiftly, she untied her own robe and let it fall, revealing a body taut and tan. She didn't hesitate, striding the few steps to Rachaell and grabbing her wandering wrist that was pinching her nipple.
"Not yet," Kaceybreathed, her eyes burning into Rachaell’s. "Not without us." She pulled Rachaell’s hand away from her breast and guided it firmly back to her wet pussy, pressing Rachaell’s fingers hard against her own clit. "Keep going. But don't come. Not yet." Her other hand shot out, grabbing Rick’s arm and yanking him away from the doorframe. "Get over here, Rick. Stop fucking gawking and touch her."
Rick stumbled forward, looking dazed but wired, his erection straining against his sweatpants. Kacey shoved Rachaell gently backward towards the rumpled bed. Rachaell’s legs hit the edge and she sat heavily, her fingers still working herself instinctively, frantically, trying to obey Kaceys impossible command to hold back the wave threatening to crash.
Kacey pushed Rick down onto his knees in front of Rachaell. "Taste her," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. "I want to watch you eat her."
Rick looked up at Rachaell, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and pure, unadulterated lust. For a heartbeat, he hesitated. Then, with a groan that seemed ripped from his chest, he buried his face between Rachaell’s spread thighs.
The sensation was explosive. Hot, wet pressure replaced Rachaell’s own fingers. Rick’s tongue was rough, demanding, licking broad stripes through her slick folds before finding her clit and sucking hard. Rachaell cried out, a sharp, broken sound, her hands flying to tangle in his hair, holding him there. His tongue was relentless, circling, flicking, plunging shallowly inside her before returning to the aching bud.
"Fuck! Yes! Just like that!" Kacey hissed, watching avidly, her own hand slipping between her legs, fingers moving rapidly over her clit. "Make her scream, Rick. Fuck her with your tongue!"
Rick obeyed, his tongue pushing deeper, fucking her in short, hard strokes, his nose grinding against her clit. The dual sensations were overwhelming. Rachaell’s head thrashed against the bedspread, her hips lifting off the mattress, fucking his face. The coil inside her wound impossibly tighter, tighter. She couldn't hold back. Kacey’s command was forgotten. The pressure was volcanic.
"Oh god, oh fuck, I'm—" she gasped, the warning lost in a choked cry as the orgasm detonated. It ripped through her, wave after wave of pure, blinding ecstasy, her body arching off the bed, her thighs clamping around Rick’s head as she shuddered violently. Distantly, she heard Kacey’s groan, saw through blurred vision Kacey’s fingers working furiously at her own cunt.
Rick kept licking, gentler now, dragging out the aftershocks, sending fresh jolts of pleasure through her oversensitive flesh until she whimpered and weakly pushed at his head. He pulled back, his chin gleaming wetly, his eyes glazed and triumphant as he looked up at her wrecked expression.
Kacey was breathing hard, flushed, a sheen of sweat on her skin. She looked from Rachaell’s trembling form to Rick on his knees. "Good," she breathed, a predatory smile curving her lips. "Mmmmm, well you’ve certainly warmed her up, but now it's my turn to play." She stalked towards the bed, her gaze locked on Rachaell. "It’s time to see what my tongue can do." She shoved Rick roughly aside, a feral light in her eyes as she knelt between Rachaell’s still-quivering thighs. The promise in her stare, raw and demanding, made Rachaell’s spent body throb anew with treacherous anticipation. The night, it seemed, was far from over.
Kacey’s eyes were pure hunger as she knelt between Rachaell’s sprawled legs, her gaze fixed on the glistening mess Rick had left behind. The scent of Rachaell’s arousal, mixed with the faint musk of sex already hanging in the room, was thick and primal. Kacey licked her lips, slow and deliberate, the tip of her tongue tracing the curve of her upper lip.
Rachaell’s body was still humming, nerve endings firing erratically from the brutal intensity of her climax. Her thighs felt like jelly, muscles trembling. The sight of Kacey’s predatory focus, the raw intent radiating from her, sent a fresh, confusing jolt through her exhaustion. No. Too much. Too soon. The remnants of the woman who’d packed sensible lunches for twenty years recoiled.
"Kacey, wait," Rachaell gasped, her voice hoarse, one hand fluttering weakly towards her own stomach, an instinctive shield. "I... I need a minute. That was... Christ…" She tried to push herself up onto her elbows, but her arms felt boneless.
Kacey didn’t even blink. Her hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around Rachaell’s ankle, stopping her retreat. The grip was strong, possessive. "Shhh," Kacey murmured, the sound low and vibrating, almost a growl. "You don’t need minutes, baby. You need this." Her other hand slid up Rachaell’s inner thigh, fingers splayed, the touch hot and demanding. "Mmmm so fucking wet. Still aching. I can feel it." Her thumb pressed insistently against Rachaell’s swollen outer lips, not entering, just applying firm, claiming pressure.
Rachaell whimpered. It was a traitorous sound. Her body arched slightly off the bed towards the touch, even as her mind screamed stop. The friction, the promise in Kacey’s touch, reignited the embers Rick had fanned into a blaze. "Please... Kacey, I can’t…" The protest was weak, shredded by the sheer physical pull. Her hips rolled, seeking more of that pressure despite herself.
"You can," Kacey insisted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She leaned forward, her breath hot on Rachaell’s sensitive skin. "You fucking want to. Feel how your body begs." She dragged her thumb upwards, sliding it through the slickness, finding Rachaell’s clit again, swollen and throbbing. The direct contact made Rachaell cry out, a sharp, involuntary sound. "See?" Kacey’s smirk was triumphant. "Your body knows what it needs. Stop fighting it."
Rachaell squeezed her eyes shut, trying to summon the image of her empty house, the quiet loneliness that had driven her to buy that damned vibrator, anything to counter the overwhelming sensory assault. But all she felt was the relentless pressure of Kacey’s thumb circling her clit, the heat radiating from Karen’s body, the rough texture of the cheap hotel bedspread beneath her, the low groan from Richard as he shifted, watching. The resistance was crumbling, washed away by a rising tide of pure, desperate need. Just let go. It feels too fucking good to fight.
Kacey moved lower. Her tongue replaced her thumb. Not gentle, not teasing. A broad, flat, demanding stroke from the base of Rachaell’s entrance all the way up to her clit, gathering the wetness. Rachaell’s entire body jerked.
"Oh, fuck!" The curse ripped from her throat. Kacey’s tongue was rougher than Rick’s had been, more aggressive. She didn’t just lick; she devoured. Her mouth sealed over Rachaell’s clit, sucking hard, her tongue flicking rapidly against the hypersensitive bud while her nose pressed firmly against Rachaell’s mound. Simultaneously, her fingers, slick and probing, found Rachaell’s entrance and pushed two inside, deep and curling.
The double assault shattered Rachaell’s fragile control. Her back bowed off the bed, a guttural moan tearing loose as Karen’s fingers hit a spot deep inside that sent white heat lancing through her core. Her hands flew to Kacey’s head, fingers tangling in the blonde curls, not pushing away, but holding on, anchoring herself against the onslaught.
"God, yes! Just like that! Fuck me!" Rachaell heard herself rasp, the words raw, unrecognizable. The guilt, the inhibition, the decades of playing it safe – incinerated. All that existed was the relentless, skilled mouth on her clit, the fingers pistoning hard and deep inside her, stretching her, filling her, the rough scrape of Karen’s stubble against her inner thighs. Karen hummed, the vibration traveling straight to Rachaell’s core, intensifying everything.
Rick cursed softly, "Holy shit, Kacey," his voice thick. Rachaell opened her eyes, blearily seeing him standing beside the bed now, his sweatpants shoved down, his cock thick and rigid in his hand, pumping slowly. Watching. The sight, the knowledge of his arousal focused entirely on her pleasure, on Karen taking her apart, sent another wave of heat crashing through her.
Kacey increased the pressure, sucking harder, fucking her faster with her fingers, the wet, rhythmic sounds obscenely loud. Rachaell’s moans became ragged screams, her hips bucking wildly against Kacey’s face, completely lost, utterly claimed. The pressure built, terrifyingly fast, impossibly intense, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like her spine would snap. She couldn’t breathe. Could only feel.
"I’m gonna come!" she shrieked, the warning torn from her. "Kacey, don't stop! Fuck! Don't stop!"
Kacey didn’t stop. She drove. Her fingers crooked harder, her mouth sucked relentlessly. Rachaell’s vision whited out. The orgasm detonated, not a wave this time, but an eruption. Raw, violent, tearing through her with the force of a freight train. Her body convulsed, muscles locking, back arched impossibly high as a raw, animal cry tore from her lungs. Karen held her firmly in place, riding out the violent tremors, her tongue still working, fingers still deep, wringing every last spasm, every shocked gasp of pleasure from Rachaell’s shuddering body until she collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent, utterly ruined, gasping for air like she’d drowned.
Kacey finally lifted her head, her chin and lips glistening. She looked down at Rachaell, panting slightly herself, her eyes blazing with satisfaction. "There," she breathed, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Told you you needed it." Looking up at Rachaell as she lay naked on the bed her body now glistening is sweat as her orgasm continued pulsing through her her breathing fast and urgent, still lost in the most amazing climax her body had ever experienced and still wanting more…