EXTRACT FOR
Bad Luck With Bad Boys
(Nicola Nichols)

"A woman never minds being complimented," Martine said. She was behind me now and her lips were warm and wet on my neck. "Some pretend they do. But the fact is that we both find you very desirable, Stella."



I tensed as she reached for the zipper on the back of my dress and then slowly pulled it down. I was frozen in place, unable and unwilling to resist as she pushed it down my shoulders. Jean took the wine glass from my trembling hand and Martine moved my dress to my waist. I hadn't worn a bra and as Martine worked the dress down my hips, Jean took my bare breasts in his hands.



"Martine and I think you are delicious, Stella," he said, his words soft, heavy with passion. 



Martine had her small hands around my waist. As I stared into Jean's blue eyes, she put her hand inside my panties, let her fingers run over my pussy. Then she pressed her lips to my ear again and sucked my earlobe before saying: "We want to fuck you."



Again, I shivered, this time enough that I knew she could feel it. I could see Jean's pants tenting out, showing me his arousal as her fingers worked inside me. I moaned softly.



"She is wet and trembling with desire," Martine told Jean as she fingered me. She pulled her fingers out and put them to Jean's lips. As he sucked them, tasting my pussy, she sighed. "I think our guest would like to see your cock, my dear."