3 Girls 1 Pole

Jayna and her partner Ava, a stripper and pole instructor, recently bought a house. They’ve just installed a pole so Ava can give lessons, and they invite their hot friend Emily over to break it in. What kinds of kinky fun have the lesbian couple dreamed up for their sexually frustrated BFF, and how will Emily react when she’s cornered and seduced by the two women she’s been crushing on for ages?

Explicit sexual content. All characters depicted are 18+.

Excerpt:

“Your splits are perfect, Jayna,” I said, envious. “I wish I could do splits like you. I try and try, but they don’t seem to ever get much better. Hell, I’d be happy just to have a woman do splits for me.” I paused, considering. “Preferably on my face, though.”

Instead of the giggles I expected, Jayna’s face grew calculating. “Oh yeah? What would you do then?”

I could feel my face growing hot, but the wine made me bold. “What do you think? Eat her pussy like there’s no tomorrow. What the hell would you do?”

“I know what I’d do,” Ava said. “Dare you to prove it, right here, right now.” I could only stare at her, astonished. “I’m serious. Jay and I have been fantasizing about a threesome for a long time.” She paused, eyes gleaming. I couldn’t look away. “Maybe even about you, once or twice… So are you in or what?” I couldn’t make my voice work, and swallowed hard before finally nodding. Ava grinned wickedly and grabbed me around the waist. “Well then,” she whispered huskily into my ear. “I hope you have a lot of stamina, because we’re going to test this ‘like no tomorrow’ theory of yours.” I realized I’d been holding my breath, and a little high-pitched moan escaped me as I exhaled. “But it wouldn’t be right to dive into the main course without some appetizers first, huh?” She let me go and led me back to the couch where Jayna was sitting. “You’ve never come to the club with me, so I guess I’ll have to bring the club to you.”

I had never had a lapdance, of course, so I had no idea what to expect beyond what I’d gleaned from movies — so when she peeled off her top and shorts, leaving her in just a little silver g-string, I’m pretty sure my heart skipped a beat or three. Ava pushed me down onto the cushy sofa, and I found myself sitting practically on Jayna’s lap, though her thighs were parted to let my ass brush the crotch of her tiny shorts. I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts pressed against my shoulder blades, and the heat of her breath on the back of my neck. Her hands snaked around me, one pulling my knee wider open, and the other caressing the underside of my left breast.