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“Hello?” Cari answered the phone, mildly annoyed at being interrupted. She was in the middle of trying to pack up her apartment in preparation of moving to a different place next week. As a result, she was on her second drink, music blaring, with half-filled boxes strewn throughout the apartment. “Hey,” answered Drew, Cari’s on-again-off-again boyfriend and consistent fuck buddy. “Me and Jen are downstairs. Come let us in, will you?” Jen was Drew’s friend and coworker, whom Cari had met a few times when she met up with Drew at various happy hours after work. She was 30, older than Cari’s 22, but easy to let loose around all the same. Cari and Jen had even gotten a bit too drunk one night a few weeks back and ended up doing some dirty dancing at one of the clubs they went to, culminating in a hot make out session. Drew had taken Cari home and bent her over the arm of her couch, pounding her dripping wet pussy without mercy as he told her how hot it was watching her with Jen and that she needed to be punished for being such a dirty little slut in public. Cari had cum screaming, begging him to fuck her harder, as he whispered in her ear that next time he wanted to see her pretty face buried in Jen’s hot cunt. Cari flushed, thinking of last time, and looked down at herself. She was sloppily dressed in knee-length yoga pants and a tight purple tank, her hair swept up in a messy ponytail. “Um, what’s going on? I wasn’t planning on seeing you guys tonight…” she trailed off, slightly embarrassed at how flushed she was. “You’re not really going to turn us away, are you? Let us in,” repeated Drew, firmly. “Ok, ok, be right down.” Cari dashed around her apartment, sloppily making her bed and checking that all her mersin escort toys were hidden from sight. She ran down the two flights of stairs to let in her guests, nervous and excited and tingling with anticipation. “Hi!” she said, too brightly, when she opened the door to let them in. “Hi yourself,” said Jen, the older woman looking down at Cari, clearly amused by how flustered she was. She leaned in and gave her a warm hug. “Drew told me you were getting ready for a move. In exchange for letting us impose on you without warning, I thought it only fair to bring supplies.” She grinned and held up a bottle of wine and some duct tape. Cari laughed, her tension easing a little. “How can I refuse that?” She gave Drew a one-armed hug as well and led the two of them back upstairs to her apartment. Once in her apartment, Drew smiled to see that Cari had already had a drink sweating on a bare coffee table, her coasters already packed away in one of the boxes. He knew Cari was a cheap drunk; at 5’2” she was the definition of a light weight. “So, how can we help?” “Um… I guess you guys can help in the bedroom.” Cari said, considering. “I have to pack up some kitchen stuff too, still, but I need to talk to my roommate about whose stuff is whose—I can’t remember anymore!” “Oh, is she here?” Jen asked, exchanging a glance with Drew. “No, no,” Cari said, still rummaging around one of the cupboards. “She’s over at her boyfriend’s place, she won’t be back til tomorrow, or maybe the day after.” Cari emerged from the cupboard, holding up a couple of mugs. “Sorry I don’t have the proper stemware, but it’s already packed away. We’ll have to make due with these.” “Not a problem, I’m used to roughing it!” grinned Jen, mersin escort bayan taking the bottle of wine back from Cari and pouring it into the mugs. The trio clinked their glasses together and drank deeply. “Well, shall we get started?” asked Jen, and Cari led them into her bedroom. A couple of hours later, the three of them sat on the floor of Cari’s room, surrounded by boxes, well into their second bottle of wine. “Ugh!” Cari said, slumping so she leaned against Jen’s arm, her head on her shoulder. “I don’t ever want to see another box or roll of duct tape again!” “What?!” Jen asked playfully, “You mean you don’t appreciate my present?” “No, no! Obviously we couldn’t have done all this without it!” Cari gestured half-heartedly at the boxes surrounding them. Besides the rug and the bed, the room had been stripped and packed neatly away. “Seriously, thank you, both of you. This was so much easier with extra hands, I thought it was gonna take me all night! I owe you one, for sure.” Drew glanced at Jen and smiled. She smiled back. This was what they had been waiting for. “Hmm, you do owe us one,” Drew started, teasingly. “I wonder what you could do to repay us?” His tone was suggestive, and Cari blushed. Last time she had ‘owed him one’ he’d gotten her to strip, cook him dinner, then go under the table and suck him off while he ate. After he had shot his load all over her face and breasts, he had helped her up from under the table and sat her on his lap, tugging gently on her nipples. He looked at her fondly, called her a full-service slut, slapped her ass and told her to go do the dishes. Cari had alternated between horny and furious for the next hour until finally Drew had tired of teasing escort mersin her and pinned her against the wall with her arms over her head and fingered her tight cunt until she came, moaning against his mouth, her pussy gushing onto his hand. He had smirked at her and had her lick her own juices off his fingers like a good whore before spinning her around and shoving them in her ass, making her squeal and then moan. All the while he was laughing, making sure she knew what a dumb little slut she was, so desperate for his cock that she would do anything for it. Cari had been too busy moaning to agree, but she knew it was true. He could call her anything, treat her like a cheap whore, and it only made her wetter. She was addicted to how he made her feel. How he filled her slutty little holes and owned them, owned her, by how hard he could make her come. “Look, she’s blushing!” Jen teased, delighted. “What were you thinking of, dirty girl?” Drew smiled too, having a good idea of what Cari had been thinking of. “Well? Got an idea of how to repay us?” Cari blushed more and tried to brush them off, but they persisted. Finally, pitying the younger girl, Jen suggested massages. “Oh, perfect!” Cari agreed in relief, “I have some massage oils, hang on!” She jumped up and went to go find them, returning to find that Jen had already stripped and Drew had his shirt off. Jen was lying face down on Cari’s bed, her smooth back and thick, juicy ass completely exposed. Drew had been sitting beside her, running his hand down her back. “Oh!” Cari was surprised, but decided to go with it. She could tell her inhibitions were lower than usual because not only was she turned on, but she also didn’t feel the need to ask questions. They were just having fun, messing around. If things went further than expected, well, she’d be open to that. It’s not like she had never had this fantasy before. Resolving her weak doubts, Cari hastily took another large gulp of wine.

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