She didn't think the Administrator knew. She hoped she didn't know... After her ad in the paper failed to bring in any remotely suitable lovers, Miss Pauling was starting to feel desperate. There was only so much she could do for herself-- orgasms, sure, but it would have been nice to get some foreplay with someone. It would have been nice to get held after. It would be nice to just let loose with another human being for once instead of taking a glass of wine into the bathtub and going to bed alone with an old issue of Guns and Haircuts for Women. She considers herself a modern woman. An independent woman. She doesn't mind the idea of dying alone and unwed, with or without a cat or twelve, as long as the ride there is fulfilling. She just needs a dose of that fulfillment. When her job takes her back to the bases and the RED Scout offers to take his shirt off for her, the desperation has set in. He's not her type, but he's willing, and he's not bad to look at... and she knows not a single soul will believe him if he does go blabbing. She lets him fuck her in an outbuilding, glad that the teams have been moved away from Teufort-- a move initially made because the townsfolk were complaining, but the new bases they occupy have so many more little places to get away to, places where no one goes looking. His kisses are sloppy, but she doesn't mind. It's passion, at least, and he's a fast learner. She has condoms in her purse, and his eyes widen at that, but he doesn't say a word. He had grown used to the brush-off, and she offers a whole new world. There's an old bench, and she pushes him to lie on his back, lets him paw at her breasts while she rides him, her dress rucked up but never removed. There is no clean place for it. Her panties she tucks in her purse, puts them back on after, after cleaning off with a wad of tissues-- also in her purse, along with a compact mirror, a coin purse, a checkbook, a pen, her driver's license, and a very large handgun. As far as sex goes, it's unsatisfying, though she doesn't say as much. She doesn't know if she's his first, but she does know he can't have had too much experience before joining up, and it's been a while since he'd have had the chance... but he kisses her again after, and says he'll be around if she wants to see him again, any time. She sends out signals to the rest of them, as she goes through the business of checking up on the base and the mercs. Makes herself as 'available' as she can without being blatant. The last thing she needs is to put the moves on the wrong man and have word reach her boss. She doesn't know what the consequences are, just that she doesn't want to face them. The problem with the RED Spy is that he is always very charming and always very unavailable, and he isn't her dream man, but knowing via photographic evidence that he's not exactly sexually unsatisfied takes some of the wind out of her sails. He may not be her dream man, either, but after getting partway there with the Scout, she wants the kind of man who can treat a woman right in bed. When they're alone poring over some of the intelligence, he leans into her personal space with a wolfish grin she half thinks is her own wishful thinking. "Who was it?" He asks. "Who was what?" She smooths her hair and tells herself she isn't blushing. "Please, my dear, I do know when a woman has had sex. She has a certain glow... or a certain frustration, in some cases. In your case." "I really don't see as how it's any of your business." She says, though it's with a smile. "Of course it could be our Demoman... he does look at you." "He does?" "He's mentioned you, once or twice, in the wake of your infrequent visits. But by your surprise I take it he was not your paramour. Not the Sniper, I don't hardly think, he is not the kind. Not for you. And not the Soldier, either. He is not the kind, not for anyone. I cannot imagine the Pyro, I know who the Medic is fucking and it isn't you. Likewise the Heavy. It could be the Engineer... The Scout would have been willing, but I have never seen you give him the time of day... And, of course, I have been with myself all day, so I know it wasn't me." He flashes the grin again, and she thinks about grabbing him, entangled or not. Instead, she thanks him for his time, and moves onto the next item on her checklist. She misses Tavish, as he heads for his other job, but she does have the Engineer left to meet with, and she holds out some hope that the Spy's consideration of the man meant he would give her what she needed. She imagines sitting on his work table, spreading her legs, short dress riding up to display the little damp spot beginning to spread across the gusset of her panties. She doesn't dare, but the thought distracts her as they go over respawn statistics, and she keeps herself friendly. The BLU base begins the same way, and she drags the other Scout to privacy with the hopes that he'll finish what his rival started. She doesn't mention the RED Scout, and the BLU is eager enough to come with, to take her from behind against the wall until he's spent and she's on the verge of coming. She brushes him off with a 'maybe next time', after he's kissed her neck a little more and helped her fix her dress. Neither of the Scouts alone would be worth another chance, not without training she can't really put in, but she thinks if she could go straight from one to the other then she'd get off just fine. It's when she pictures both of them in her bed at once that the jolt of lust threatens to undo her. The BLU Spy has the same charm when it comes to speaking to members of the fairer sex, but if he has the same acumen when it comes to spotting a woman post-dalliance, he doesn't show it. He also doesn't give her any information about which members of his team she might be able to seduce, but she takes the setback in stride. She can do her own research, after all. She finds herself thinking about all of them, regardless of whether or not they were here type before. Now that she's begun, that Pandora's box has been opened, and she can only imagine having all the mercenaries at her sexual beck and call. In the end, it's Tavish she calls to meet her at a hotel that weekend, and she gets him. He unties her neat-slicked bun and combs his fingers through it until the product has worn away and wispy curls start to spring up, and he makes as if to tear her clothes off when they kiss, but he treats them and her gently when it comes down to it. He worships her, inch by inch, with warm hands and full lips, and though it's clear he'd hit the bottle before her call, she's seen him drunk, and compared to the way he takes the field, in the hotel room he is an immaculate gentleman. It's enough that he can't sustain an erection at first, but there's no time to be disappointed. The tongue that drags its way up the swelling pink of her labia is wide and flat, only to narrow itself to a point so that it could work at her clit with precision. When he does get it up enough to fuck her, she's come twice under his mouth and hands, and she knows she'll be calling him again. While Tavish is in the shower, Pauling calls the BLU Soldier, making up a lie about strategy and training.
Please sir, I want some more.
I really liked it :)
I would like to read more of this.
Oh my! Let me start off by saying I normally don't do anything more than standard, monogamous relationships - even when it comes down to something like PWP. But this... this, I got excited for. My only crit is I would like to see a bit more about how Pauling feels about this. At first I assumed it was already established practice that she was doing all the mercs, but then I was led to believe this is a new endeavour for her. Part of the confusion could be attributed to your use of past tense, without clarifying how far in the past this is. If it is a new area she is exploring, then how does she feel beyond just fulfilling her base desires? Does she feel guilty, proud, excited, hesitant, out of control? The main reason I often dislike multipairing fics is because I find characters who get around without batting an eye to be unrelatable (for me, that is). I think most people would feel something about how they are acting, even if it is simply nervous excitement. I'd like to know, has Pauling always been this way? Has she fantasised about having multiple partners her whole life without acting on it, or something she has experienced in the past, is she breaking out of a dry spell, etc? Some light shed on these areas might make her feel more human, as opposed to a catalyst for sexy times with sexy mens. Please, continue - loving it so far!
I, for one, would love to see her get both scouts in bed at once. You have to imagine the way they'd each react to the other one being there, and they'd probably fight and compete the whole way through. This to me sounds like a, well, not necessarily a good thing, but it would be entertaining. For me. Plus it seems you're intimating that 'more than one' is what does it for her. I'm on board with that. I'd really love to see this thing continue.
"... And, of course, I have been with myself all day, so I know it wasn't me." You have Spy down pat! However, you don't have Pauling down pat. As mawaru said, she's very unrelatable in that she just seems to be systematically shagging every mercenary just because she's horny. What bothers me more is that it just doesn't seem very much like Pauling's character - if this was written at the time of the WAR! update, when she'd only appeared once and had very little character exploration, this interpretation of her would be OK. Unfortunately, Pauling has made 5 total appearances since then, and with each one we get a better sense about her character. She seems to prioritise professionalim. She's fairly detached and authorative when addressing the teams, but for her interactions with Helen she doesn't seem like the most self-assured person in the world. She's very much a middle-man. To me she seems very human, considering how we all act a little different depending on who we're with. Deciding one day to go on a sex-crazed, penis-consuming rampage without any apprehension or foresight is not very human. In regards to her sex life, she seems rather pessimistic to me. In her lonely hearts ad she seems to have no belief that the man she's looking for even exists, and I doubt she'd have the kind of confidence to just call somebody up and ask them for a quick shag (with the exception of Scout, because he'd fuck anything with a pulse), especially if it's been a while. To say the least, she'd be out of practice. Maybe have her start out slowly with the RED Scout and get her little talk with the RED Spy. She tells herself it was just a one time thing, then finds herself with the BLU Scout and scolds herself afterwards for losing control and acting without professionalism. The next visit she maybe has an awkward little moment with Tavish, maybe she falls and they end up in a compromising position, maybe he flirts with her a little and offers her his "services". She finds it all gets a little too much going through the rest of the day thinking about him and calls him up that night. I wouldn't have her call Jane right after she's been with Tavish, considering how she only had sex with him for satiation purposes. She's been satisfied, already - why go and call up the next man immediately? I like the idea of her slowly warming to the notion of sleeping with every member of each team, but it just doesn't seem relatable or well characterised to just go through them as if it's some kind of chore, or a quota she needs to fill ASAP. You can take your time with this, Don't worry! However, this was only your first chapter! I challenge you to prove me wrong! Prove to me you can write a brilliant, believable Pauling - I'm sure you could do it.
((thanks for all the feedback! I hope I can get a better handle on Miss Pauling. As for calling up the next mercenary right away... well, there are reasons for that one beyond sex.)) He's surprisingly easy to talk to, as they lie on the bed together after he returns from the shower, Tavish' hand resting on her, making her look white beneath. She isn't sure how she feels about that, her stomach twisting as she realizes how unsure she is about the whole mess. Still, she's sure enough about Tavish. The Scouts may have been a mistake, but Tavish talks and listens and laughs, and Tavish treats her like a lady without assuming a lady can't be handled and fucked and talked dirty to. She winds up telling him things she's never told anyone, though she assumes the Administrator knows them just the same. "I mean, I wasn't even born yet. My dad just said his kids weren't growing up in labor camps, and there wasn't work enough for everyone, not to make a living on. So he pulled himself up as far as he could, and my whole life he told me when I pulled myself up, I'd at least be able to start standing on his shoulders. So I pulled and I pulled and that's all I've been doing. Up until today, that is." Tavish nods, before looking up sharply at the knock to the door, and Pauling rolls out of bed and grabs a robe. "I'm sorry about this... I-- I just... Well, hang on." Doe is uneasy at being welcomed into a lady's hotel room, with that lady in a bathrobe besides. He's positively flabbergasted to see his former best friend sitting naked on the edge of the bed. "I thought as long as I'm taking a break from being all work and no play... and as long as I'm breaking the rules anyway..." She stands between them, on the ready to break up a fight if she has to, hand already straying to the nightstand drawer where she has a taser. "I wanted to get you both together to apologize, about my part in... well, things." "That was some apology!" Tavish exclaims, his eye wide, and she steels herself against flinching until she realizes how close he is to laughter, not to hurt. "I don't know what exactly is going on here, but I'm not going to stand around being a party to it, with the-- the rampant nudity and the unexplained apologies! It's-- it's-- it's un-American!" "Oh, come here, ya daft old bugger. I'm not in any mood to hold grudges now." Tavish wraps his towel back around his waist as a concession to the nudity complaint, before crossing over to wrap his arms around the other man. He presses a soft kiss to Jane's forehead. "That's also un-American." The Soldier grumbles, but there's no heat in it, and he doesn't pull away. "Well, so what if it is? When have I ever been American to begin with?" She recedes into the background, as they tease each other, with gentle punches to shoulders and grins that start out uneasy and grow to be natural. She doesn't try to eavesdrop-- none of this will be making it back to her boss if she can help it-- but she overhears bits and pieces of the reparation of their relationship. "All you have to do is kill each other at work." She says, as they wind down. "All right? And no one has to know." "All right." Tavish grins. "Thank you, lass. That was a lovely thing you did for me." "Well... you did something for me, too. And I did kind of... help start the whole mess." "Yeah. Well, I wouldn't say no to doing a few more somethings for you whenever you need a little something." "You can stay." She offers softly. "You both could." They whisper, and Tavish sends Jane into the bathroom, before leading her back to the bed, laying her down in the center and wrapping an arm around her. "Sex isn't something the old boy does." He explains in a whisper. "We've picked up ladies together before... he likes to look normal, I imagine. He likes to hold doors and chairs and have a lass on his arm. Sex is a weakness for lesser men, he says, and he knows I'm happy to be a lesser man. But he'll stay, if that's all right." "That's fine." She nods. Disappointment and relief argue in her briefly, and then there's only contentment, when the Soldier climbs into bed at her other side. She's had satisfaction, after all-- and it was never about looking for that. She has two pairs of strong arms around her, and warm breath on her neck, and she's talked and listened... Even if one of those pairs of arms is there 'strictly as a chaperone', he cuddles up just the same, and she feels a good deed has been done in reuniting them. She feels safe in a bed that isn't empty. Another time, she can talk to Tavish about meeting up for the same. Another time, she can sniff out other potential partners if she needs things she can't get from him alone. And another time she can picture a man she can't have and get herself off to the thought, she can do that any time she wants. This time, she has two warm, strong bodies to sleep between, and it feels like exactly what she's never been able to find.
Yessss! Much better! Only one small crit here: For someone who isn't there for sex and then soundlessly slips into bed for a cuddle, Soldier seems very.. obedient? Quiet? I can't quite put my finger on it. It just strikes me as odd that he wouldn't grumble something to Pauling as he moved in beside her, but that could just be me. Keep going, though. I'm curious to see where this one goes.
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Jane Doe leaves her bed without a word, early in the morning. Tavish lingers, for a while. Still, before long, her life is back to normal and she can tell herself it was all a mistake. She tells herself that a while, days and nights of handling herself in moments she steals for her own, where the point is getting off and the closest thing to a hug after is a cup of tea to warm her from the inside and her arms around her pillow. Miss Pauling finds herself reaching for the phone with Tavish' number on her mind, two weeks after their last tryst. She names the hotel again. This is a lapse in her professional judgment, she knows, but it would be an unforgivable one to give any of the mercenaries her address. Again, it's a satisfying fuck. She doesn't call Doe again-- she's done all she can there. She just lets Tavish in and spreads her legs to him, so that he can grin up at her from the foot of the bed at the lack of panties beneath her short skirt, his warm hands trailing up her legs. She's not a tall woman, but he makes her legs feel long, the way his hands slide up them so slowly. He pushes her skirt up higher, and she spreads her legs wider, smiling as the first two fingers begin stroking at her. "Y'even know how beautiful y'are?" He sighs out against her skin, lips on her thigh distorting the words, his breath tickling at her. Thick strong fingers explore the swirl of changing color, tans and dusky roses and deep pinks. He lifts his head again, letting his nose slide from her mons down to the hood of her clit, inhaling all the way. "Tell me." She grins, reaching down to stroke his head. "Ooh, don't be afraid to pull on it." He chuckles. "As the bishop said to the actress..." She gives his hair a tug, as much as she can get between her fingers. "Tell me." "You're a bloody goddess." He groans, before flicking his tongue out, up to her clit and then down. "Tell me the dirtiest thing you've ever wanted. No, I mean it... the worst thing." "The worst thing?" He looks up at her, the eyebrow over his patch arching. "Or the best?" "Both, maybe." She admits, with a soft giggle. It feels strange, giggling, but it's good to be able to with someone. To be human instead of merely an extension of the company. "Mm... I don't know. A nun, maybe. That's the very worst-- not supposed to want to roger a nun. Had a crush on one when I was a lad, though-- first crush. Wasn't thinking about getting into her habit then, I'd've been a wee thing... Forgot all about it for years, up until that programme with the flying girl..." "Maybe you just like flying girls. Peeking up skirts." She jokes. "No... I like the girls who don't fly just as much. Sister Ana, she's cute. Bit young, I mean, for me, but... Anyway, that's the worst I've got. Why, what's yours?" She bites her lip, and he nuzzles at her some more, sliding down to leave wet kisses along her inner thighs. "I want men." She sighs, as his teeth graze her skin. "Lining up, for me. I want to be..." She stops herself from saying 'worshiped', afraid it sounds a bit too conceited. One thing to be a liberated woman, one thing to enjoy sex, but to demand worship... Then again, he'd admitted to a nun fetish, and next to that, it at least sounded less sacriligeous. "Want to be?" He prompts, nipping at her thigh, teasing her gently as he works his way back up. "Worshiped." The word sneaks out. "I've thought about it a lot lately... about being licked and-- and fucked!" That comes out louder and higher than she'd intended, when his tongue probes its way into her, and he grins a moment before licking at her again. "Keep talking." He urges, between long slow passes of his tongue, fingers joining in. "I want them lining up for me. Not... not jeering, not holding me down, I want them to be mine, no-not the other way around. And I w-want, oh, I want you to keep doing that, I want them coming on me, and talking to me the way you do, and kissing me and holding me after, but I wanna get fucked..." He keeps going even when she runs out of words to say, too enthusiastic to let the lack of an accompanying monologue stop him from lapping at her, fingering her, getting her off. "I don't mean you're not enough." She pants, as he kisses his way up her belly after taking her through her first orgasm. "I'm not asking you to become a nun." He grins easily, slipping a condom on and sliding into her. She isn't sure she's willing to offer to wear her rosary to bed with him. It isn't something she's believed in years, and yet somehow she can't bring herself to. She doesn't know who it's out of respect to-- the religion itself, the family she has who still believe it, or possibly the girl she was half a lifetime ago who'd been proud and determined under the weight of responsibility that it carried, dressed in white and ready for the custodianship of her own soul. If the soul is a real thing, and if its purity is important, then she thinks she's done a poor job at that, but she's found things she can see and feel to do a good job at. A truly excellent job. "You're not offended?" "We weren't anything exclusive." He grunts, with a slight shrug as he holds himself up over her, sliding in deeper. "Would you be jealous? If you weren't the first on your team to have me?" "No point in jealous." He kisses her neck, taking her with measured thrusts. So careful sober, so exact, and once he's found that spot within her, she understands and appreciates why that is. "Pretty sure I'm still better." His grin is infectious, and she wraps her arms around his neck, rolling her hips to meet him. "You are..." He speeds up, and she holds on, and she doesn't let him avoid her lips long. She assumes it's some idea he has of politeness, he kisses back readily once she catches his mouth with her own. He gets her off again, as much the kisses and the feel of his body against hers, and the permission to fantasize that their sharing gave as it was his cock filling her, and he comes and holds himself up on muscular forearms as his body sags atop hers. "Can I ask...?" He begins, rolling to the side and tracing circles on her dress, the one she'd never even bothered to take off. "About who had me first?" "You don't have to say." He stares down at the invisible pattern he draws across her belly, looping across the purple polyester. "It was the Scout." She neglects to mention BLU's Scout as well. She doesn't mind telling him about RED's. He snorts. "Well, that was a kindness y' did him." "He could use training." She smirks, tilting his chin back up. "Would you teach him? If I had you both here? Show him how to please a woman?" "Oh, lass... That I can do. And I'll be there to take good care of you, if he doesn't learn right quick."
I'm seriously enjoying every part of this story. I've always thought Demoman would be the best lover on the team. Thank you for allowing me to experience him vicariously through Miss Pauling. And the prospect of Demoman/Pauling/Scout action is just... unf! I'll just be quietly refreshing the page over here. Don't mind me.
Yes. Good. Please continue.
Anon7 here! Oooh, yes...your Demoman is excellent in every sense of the word... I'm sorry I ever doubted you! I should've noticed something was up when she called the BLU Soldier while the RED Demoman was still with her. Silly me. Your new Pauling is amazing, and I like how the whole "Loads of men all the time" business has been turned into this deep, dark fantasy she has. If I said THAT wasn't relatable I'd be lying. God, I'd be lying. I adore where this is going. New challenge: Make me enjoy a graphic sex scene with Scout in it...those little snippets earlier were promising, I think you could write a tolerable Scout. Which is hard.
((thanks, and I'm glad I earned it! And here's some Scout threesome that I hope everyone can enjoy)) She spends about a day telling herself that nothing is really going to come of the swapped fantasies. Maybe nothing will come of Tavish'-- aside from his mumbled admission, the morning after, that with her glasses off and a towel over her hair, she looks a fair bit like Sister Ana-- but she doesn't waste too much time telling herself nothing will come of hers. She gets the hotel room a third time, and Tavish brings RED's Scout, who seems surprised, but unwilling to question the luck he has on the chance it could vanish. "I never done anything like this." He shrugs, cracks appearing in his brash facade. He pastes over them with the jut of his chin and a grin that just barely wavers, and she pats the bed. "Neither have I. Yet. You're going to help me with that." Her own confidence is just as much an act. She thinks about what her boss would say and do in this situation-- well, in one like it, at least. About how she would sound. She would never let a Scout see her unsure, and Miss Pauling aims to be just as commanding and unflappable. She's watched the older woman in action often enough, albeit a very different kind of action, and she's picked up mannerisms, kept them in the back of her mind for the time she might need to pull them out and put the world in its place. The Scout sits, and Tavish sits next to him, as she moves to stand before them both, backing up to Tavish. "Unzip me." He does, and she can practically feel the Scout's eyes on her back as the zipper slides down to reveal a widening slash of soft skin. She turns to face them before shimmying out of the dress, and the Scout's eyes are wide when she steps in close and places one of his hands on her side. Beneath the pink and white of his hand, her skin is tan, not half so white as it had appeared under Tavish' hands alone. Tavish places a hand on her other side, and she takes a moment just to feel the difference between them. The Scout's hands are big, considering his height and the breadth of his shoulders, but not big like Tavish', not as thick or as warm... they spread and sprawl, a young man's hands, hands that the Scout still has some time to grow into. They've already begun to fit his life better, developed calluses from his guns as well as his bat, a clear line between the permanently pinked places that spend all day under the desert sun and the paler shade of the skin beneath his sport bandages. She guides them each up to a breast, and the Scout watches his own hand slide up her, glances over to the other side to see how Tavish touches her. She has dressed for the occasion, beneath her dress from the office, her bra and panties both sheer red nylon with black ribbon trim. The fabric is thin, her nipples already standing out pebble-hard and dark, and Tavish rolls one between his fingers, teasing, before flicking it with his tongue. The Scout mirrors both actions, one eye on the older man. She lets him keep at it for as long as his attention holds. His lips are thinner and his tongue is less practiced, but he has an enthusiasm for her that earns him some points, and she doesn't mind that there's nothing polished in the way he breathes astonished praises against her skin. It's Tavish who slips a hand down between her legs, who strokes at her through the gusset of her panties until he's spread a damp patch across them. "Can I get you on the bed, lass?" He asks her, grin wolfish. "I just bet you can." He laughs at the hint of a challenge and eases the Scout off her a moment, scooping her up and dropping her onto the bed before peeling her panties off. It's the first real look the Scout has gotten, when Tavish guides him down to his knees and grabs the back of his head to pull him in. His initial reluctance fades fast. "Come on, come on, you're not a dog going after peanut butter! Make love to the girl, don't just slobber all over her!" Tavish tugs him back again. "Watch." She spreads her legs further, so that the Scout can see a little of what Tavish does to her, and he keeps as much distance as he can without his performance suffering, demonstrating a little technique. Fingers, lips, and tongue all work together, and he pulls away to leave her at the brink. "Go on, then." He leans back and lets the Scout move back in. This time, the Scout pays attention to her. This time, he strokes her labia with two fingers, spreading her open as he tongues her clit. She can feel his breath, moist and shaky, as he slides two fingers up into her. "How much do you think you could take?" Tavish asks, nuzzling the underside of one breast. "I haven't found my limit yet." He nods, one hand sliding across her abdomen, touch light. She squirms as he seeks out ticklish spots, and misses what he whispers to the Scout, but soon another finger is added, and as she comes, the Scout slips in another. "What's that like?" He asks. "Fucking great." She groans. "I never heard a girl say 'fucking' before." He grins up at her. "Well... my ma, but that doesn't count, you know?" Tavish laughs and thumps the mattress with one hand. "Lie down on your back, lad, and get ready to have your horizons vastly expanded." The Scout undresses. He's easy about nudity, under most situations. He's been in and out of locker rooms since junior high, and since joining RED, he's shared that locker room with his team's Demoman. This is a little different, and he hides his erection as long as he can, face hot. Tavish' hands move over Pauling, helping her position herself over the Scout's cock, lowering her down. He slides a hand up her back, easing her forward and unclasping her bra, and she slides it off before lying all the way down, breasts crushing against the Scout's chest. She rocks her hips experimentally, feels Tavish hold them still. "Easy, and tell me if it's too much..." He murmurs, kneeling over them both and sliding himself into place. It's the Scout, and not Pauling, who yelps when he does, but he clamps his mouth shut against any protest at the look on her face, the overwhelming pleasure that takes her. It's almost too much, but he moves slowly, and as she squeezes them both, the two cocks sliding together inside her, the Scout comes in moments, and some of that pressure is relieved, to something bearable and perfect. He's trapped in her still, her body adjusting as fast as his erection can deflate, the tightness of her keeping him a while as Tavish thrusts into her, and that is definitely overwhelming. They're still on top of him when he does flop back out, and she kisses him hard, her body writhing against his, and for a moment he has no idea what to think. All he knows is that she is far, far too much woman for him, and he wonders if she's too much woman for both of them. After she comes again, Tavish pulls out and rolls her off of the Scout, finishing himself off across her breasts. "Would you do anything for me?" She pants, running her fingers through the Scout's hair. He is uneasy in answering, but there's only one answer he could ever give. The smell is familiar, but the taste is not. He licks her chest clean anyway, for the privilege of being allowed to sleep against her breasts after, held in her arms. Tavish' arms slip around her waist, between her body and the Scout's, but he has her heartbeat under his ear and the sweet-sharp smell of her.
Anon7 again! You...you know how to rise to a challenge. I can't think of anything more to ask of you! That was a really, really good job, you should be damn proud of yourself. I'm going to follow this story religiously from now on, you have converted me to the ways of the harem!
I keep telling myself this isn't my kink so I shouldn't read it, but your damn beautiful writing keeps bringing me back. Unf.
((just a teaser chapter this time)) The next time Miss Pauling is called to the RED base on business, the Spy meets her in an empty corridor. "I am sure there are men you would rather see." He smirks down at her, raises a finger to her chin. "But it seems a shame to miss you... after all, I have engineered this whole little disaster just to get the chance to talk." "I'm sure I'm flattered." She fixes him with a hard stare and pushes his hand away, but he catches hers and brings it to his lips, his other hand snatching away his cigarette just in time. "Mister... Spy. Do I have business here or not?" "So proper." He chuckles, caressing the back of her hand. "You are good at keeping your personal life secret... I respect that in a fellow professional, I really do. Of course the boy is young and foolish, and the Scotsman is a sloppy drunk-- oh, rest assured, they've been careful... considering. They didn't talk to anyone but each other. But I heard them." She takes her hand back. "You know, men who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. I know more about your sex life than you would like. I'm not really interested in being your action on the side." "Mm. Pity." He leans back and brings his cigarette to his lips once more, puffing lightly. "I was given the green light for it." "I'm sure you were. I've heard that before, you know." "Well, if you do not believe it from me, would you believe it from her?" He leans in again, following as she starts off down the hall. He is nearly atop her when she stops short. "Mister Spy, I am not interested in playing games." "Really? Because it sounds to me like you are interested in playing games. Games for more than two. I wanted to know if you would ever consider playing those games with another woman... you see, when I said I had been given the green light to pursue you... it was not only on my own behalf." She pauses, a hand on the wall, turned from him. An invitation to join the Spy and his lady friend... that would be different, certainly. Whether it would be a good different or not, she had hardly begun to examine, and she wanted space, time to think. He disappears as if sensing it, and she finds an empty room and sits a moment, resting her head in her hand. He didn't threaten her with the information... that was a point in his favor, she knows she would have pushed back if it had felt like he was trying to force her hand. But he was offering her something new. And new, so far, had been good. If she was completely honest, she'd considered other women before, in desperate masturbatory sessions where the thought of no remembered or imagined lover seemed to get her off. She'd imagined being other women, imagined watching men with other women, imagined sharing a man with another woman... but she'd always thought that was the different between what you did in bed and what you thought about when you were trying to get yourself off. But then, Tavish had started as a semi-guilty fantasy, and she certainly never thought that she would take threesomes from the mental world to the physical one. Maybe she would have said no, to some young woman, some white and blonde and big-titted perfect woman... The Scout's mother is certainly beautiful. More importantly, when it came to Pauling's opinions on the arrangement, she is older, worldly... there is something attractive in that, the idea that even with the recent glut of experience she has had, there are things she could learn from this woman yet. And at least even if she feels outclassed, she can still feel young... She isn't sure how good a thing that is, but she thinks it may be better than feeling old. She doesn't know if they would do much with each other, or if this is really all for the Spy's benefit, but she has had her turn to be between two men... with that in mind, whether she says yes or no, she knows she can't begrudge him the fantasy of being between two women. She wonders how much he really knows about her, but it's an idle wonder. If she agrees, she thinks, she might find out. Might learn what he knows of her family, her history, her education... He would keep some secrets to himself, would keep some of her secrets to himself, but she can live with that. She just wonders what he will have told his lover about her. Has he told her anything already? Perhaps not... if he was careful enough not to bank on her yes, he would not have mentioned specifics, would have kept himself open to finding another woman. Still, once she does, he'll say something. From the Spy, she is pretty sure that 'easy' would be a compliment if anything. She won't stand for being the object of contempt, and she trusts him to read that in her. She finds no shame in liking sex, as long as no one knows more than she means for them to, and neither does he... and perhaps neither does the other woman. Before she can leave the base, the Spy slips her a note, with a number. She doesn't throw it away.
((well, life got in the way for a while there... back with porn)) The Spy has flown his lady friend out, on her go ahead, and Miss Pauling wonders if she'll visit her boy the same weekend... She wonders what she would think, if she knew Pauling had probably been the one to take that boy's virginity, not all that long ago. He gives the two women time to get acquainted, in a lavish hotel suite, not Miss Pauling's usual. The kind of room she could afford, yes, but the kind she's never given herself the luxury of. Luxury has always been a needless distraction, a needless expenditure. Clearly the RED Spy does not agree. The Scout's mother is sweet, but she shares the RED Spy's predatory edge. She shares several of Miss Pauling's own predilections, as she candidly talks of sex and fantasy. And then, when the Spy returns with champagne and three glasses, she shares him. The couple kisses first, with a warm familiarity, before they each kiss Pauling in turn, the Scout's mother first. It's the Scout's mother who whispers gently in Miss Pauling's ear and undresses her, and first caresses her naked breasts. "So pretty." She coos, and once they are both naked, she cuddles right up to Miss Pauling, her own sizable breasts pressed into the younger woman's back, and she bats her eyes up at the Spy. "Isn't she pretty, Hon? And so firm, what I wouldn't give..." "Nonsense." He touches her cheek and kisses her again. His other hand goes to Pauling's hip. "You are every bit as beautiful. I must say you are a picture together..." Miss Pauling bites back a retort. She still has the urge to get the last word in where the Spy is concerned, it's just something he brings out in her, but she likes the BLU Scout's mother... and she does not want to spoil this moment. The Spy lays them both down gently on the bed, and strips out of his suit before sliding in between them. Kisses are traded until Miss Pauling loses track of who has kissed the most and who has kissed the latest. When she is kissed, she kisses back, and that's all she needs to know. "I would like you riding my cock..." The Spy hisses in her ear, and it takes her a moment to realize she is the one he's speaking to, occupied as she is in kissing the Scout's mother. "If I have your permission, ladies?" "What do I get to ride?" The Scout's mother asks, so slyly that Pauling figures she has to know the answer. The Spy rolls her over and licks at a nipple, nips at her throat. "Mm, ma belle, what do you think?" When he rolls to his back in the middle of the bed, the Scout's mother moves to grip the headboard, and the way she lowers herself, the way she rocks her hips, Pauling can only imagine her grinding against the Spy's face-- she can hear his tongue exploring her, can picture her clit bumping his nose. Pauling lowers herself onto the Spy's cock, and watches the Scout's mother from behind, listens to the both of them as she controls her own pace. As the Spy's groans grow more frequent, she lifts herself off, grinding against the underside of his cock, trapping it against his belly, and finally, she scoots back and jacks him off, wants to see his cum hit the other woman's back. She gets what she wants, leans forward to lick the thick drip that slides down the curve of the woman's buttocks. She gets to hear the other woman come, and then they both turn their attention back to her. The Scout's mother's face is flushed, the Spy's wet, and they have a look of dizzy satisfaction that they see she doesn't share. They move almost as one, to lay her down between themselves, to run their hands over her body and nuzzle at the side of her throat and one breast. And then, two hands slide down between her legs. The Spy pumps his fingers in and out of her while the Scout's mother plays with her clit, and it's just what she needs to go over the edge. When the Spy lights three cigarettes after, she accepts one of them. "Was it comfortable for you?" He asks, with no trace of a leer. "To be with another woman?" "I was comfortable." The Scout's mother smiles, cuddling back up to Pauling's side and pulling her into a warm embrace. "How about you, angel?" "I... had fun." "Would you do it again?" The Spy asks, smiling when they both nod. "With how many men?" The Scout's mother laughs. "How many do you know?" "I already know you are insatiable, ma petite. But our lovely guest..." "It depends on what you have in mind." "I have... a proposal. And a venue for it. If your tastes line up with hers, then I think I can arrange to make you both very happy women for a night, but I imagine you would wish to vet the men in question yourself." "The men I've 'vetted' might shock you." She says, on a slow blink. The Spy gives a delighted little laugh and takes her hand. "Then you may join us for an evening of debauchery that will leave you feeling very well fucked. Your friends will be there... as will some others. I will be exceedingly careful in making my overtures to the BLU team, of course, there are some who... cannot catch wind of this." Both women nod, and Miss Pauling wonders just how much the Scout's mother knows, about the Spy's job or about her son's, but she knows exactly what the Spy is seeking to prevent. She'll hear him out, but she thinks she already knows her answer.
I like where this is going.
oh please continue
Miss Pauling has no idea where the Spy found his 'venue', but she's impressed. The room he shows her to is comfortable, nicely-if-minimally appointed. It's dominated by two things-- a bed large enough for maybe five people, and a mirror that stretches across the wall. The Scout's mother is already there, lounging on the bed in a flimsy negligee-- shocking pink, and Pauling thinks it suits her just as well as the blue dress she'd seen her in before. The Spy can't help himself. When they enter the room, he goes straight to the woman's side, for a brief, gentle kiss and a caress to match. But he doesn't undress. He's just as buttoned-up and crisp as ever when he pulls away. "Make yourself comfortable." He flashes Miss Pauling a smile. "And I'll bring in your first guests..." She's pleased to see Tavish come in, when the Spy returns, and with him the RED Engineer. "I will be right here." The Spy says, his attention largely on the Scout's mother. "If anything is too much, you say one word, and it stops. I will bring you a bathrobe, and a drink, and then I will show you the bath, and send the others to a place where they can pay someone to take care of them." "Shush." She pats his cheek, smiling over at the two newcomers. "I'll be just fine. How about you, hon?" "I'll be fine." Miss Pauling nods. "I do know everyone, I think?" The Spy nods, before retreating to the corner, folding his arms behind his back. The Engineer hangs back as well, as Tavish kisses Miss Pauling, and helps her out of her dress, caresses her warmly through her underthings until the Scout's mother pulls him over. "Go ahead." Pauling taps Tavish' nose gently, with a little smile. "You two have fun, we'll all share." The moan that Tavish wrings out of the Scout's mother with just a kiss and a hand at her breast has a fresh heat pulsing between Pauling's legs. She beckons the Engineer closer, finally coaxing him onto the bed. "Come on, you're a man who's good with his hands." She purrs, helping him to wrestle out of his clothes. Next to them on the bed, she can hear the wet sounds of Tavish' mouth, the Scout's mother moaning the way she had when she'd been sitting on the Spy's face, and Pauling doesn't have to look over to know what they're doing. She knows Tavish is damn good at it, too-- there's no jealousy at sharing him, just a bubbly thrill, a happiness at knowing how much fun the other woman must be having. And another thrill, at exploring someone new. The Engineer is stocky, muscular. Not without a little fat, but the muscle is very much there, and by the time they're naked and trading kisses and touches, his cock is red, standing out at a ninety degree angle and bumping against her. She reaches down to wrap her hand around it, feeling him out, getting to know what makes his different from the others. He's cut, unlike Tavish and the Spy, and he's thick, but short, and he's almost perfectly straight. "What do you like doing?" She asks him, loving the way he blushes and stammers at her question. He's sweet and shy, and there's a powerful feeling at being the one to inspire that blush and that stammer. It would be cute even without that rush, but the rush is what she's seeking. It's the dirty secret she'd confided in Tavish, and the one that the Spy had guessed at. It's the power of having a brand new man ready to be hers. In the corner, the Spy is half-hard at least, she can see him starting to strain at his neat trousers, where the bottom button of his blazer is undone, where it falls open just enough to show off that growing bulge. And he looks at the Scout's mother as Tavish flies her to the moon, but he looks at Pauling too. She glances at the mirror, to see her hair in disarray and her cheeks just slightly flushed, her lips rosier and fuller as well. The Engineer's back is strong, shoulders a good breadth, she could just imagine seeing her nails leave red welts down his skin... There are no real surprises. The Engineer's a missionary man, he pays the right kind of attention to her, and he might be rusty, but he's not inexperienced. He's a little thrown by the sounds of Tavish and the Scout's mother next to them, once or twice, but while the sounds of another couple and the dip and bounce of the bed they all share gets Pauling off better, the fact that it does the opposite for the Engineer doesn't bother her one bit. He has exceptional staying power, and if this was any normal night, she would be satisfied. The Spy sees the two men out, and the Scout's mother rolls into Pauling's arms. Her skin glistens with sweat, and her eyes are half-lidded, glazed with pleasure, dizzy and glittering and beautiful. Pauling kisses her. She can't think of a single reason not to, when here's someone who wants her... It's not the same thing she wants from the men-- that fantasy is still there, having a stable of rough, dangerous men and raw, eager boys all desperate to please. This other woman is something else. Someone who can share her fantasy, and the power that comes with it, and something tender that comes from sharing genuine lovers and one-time partners alike, from sharing this experience. They touch each other softly, and it's sensual first-- the pure pleasure of a woman's curves beneath her hands, like her own and different, of long, silky hair between her fingers, a smooth calf caressing her own. It's sexual, too. They tease each other, just enough to be on that edge of needing more, to stay ready for the next man or men to come through the door. To enjoy each other, as well. The Scout's mother has soft lips, and Pauling loves the way her breath hitches when a sensitive spot is found, loves the weight of the other woman's round breasts against her own, and the hard, tight-drawn nipples teasing hers. It's a joy to just explore each other again, without the Spy there. Good as the threesome had been, there's no struggle for power and position when the Spy isn't involved. There's just two women, feeling inexhaustible, on top of the world, and each other.