(P)rick Pt. 03

***This is the third and final chapter for this round of (P)Rick and Kristin. I had only intended this to be a one-off story until a reader reached out and asked for more, so I wrote a Pt. 02. While finishing that up, I came up with a continued storyline that became Pt. 03. If you haven't read the original (P)Rick or (P)Rick Pt. 02, I would recommend reading them before this last installment.
My stories are usually long and can trend towards the outrageous, but who cares - I get caught up in the fun of writing them, so they tend take on a life of their own. And there's nothing wrong with outrageous sex!
I think there are more adventures coming that will feature these characters.***
Kristin nervously walked across the lobby floor of Miami Beach's Faena Hotel. How was she going to tell her husband, Dave, that she allowed herself to be seduced by Rick again, she thought. Even moreso, how would she tell Dave that she had also arranged first bisexual experience? Kristin had always told her husband that was a taboo she would never break, but in Rick's hands she broke it with very little hesitation.
She had met Rick the last time she was in Miami on business. She had come to both despise and lust for him. Rick was equal parts arrogant and gorgeous. She learned firsthand why most women who knew him referred to him as (P)Rick - a reference that described both his personality and his magnificent prick. For all his shortcoming's, (P)Rick's cock was not one of them and Kristin learned firsthand how well he could use it.
Rick was a talented communications executive for the multinational firm Kristin had been referred to by a corporate headhunter. Kristin was excited to meet him at first because she hoped to work for his firm's nonprofit branch. At first, Rick seemed charming and with his tanned surfer's body and wavy blond hair, he was certainly easy on the eyes. But as the day wore on, Kristin had all she could take of his arrogance and smugness. It didn't help that whenever his steady gaze fell, she would become completely aroused.
Later that day, Kristin was happy to be free of him, but Rick wasn't done with her. Under the guise of a last minute dinner meeting, Rick made arrangements to meet Kristin at her hotel's lobby. Kristin was in a Zoom chat with Dave when Rick knocked on her door. Before she knew it, Kristin was on her knees with Rick's cock in her mouth. She thought that she had closed the Zoom session with Dave when Rick walked into the room, but Dave was able to watch aRick take his wife and use his cock in every one of her holes.
Kristin had just pitched her ambitious communication and social media plan for the fir'm. with the tanned, chiseled body of a surfer and wavy blond hair, Rick was well aware of his effect on women. And he was unabashedly smug about it. To make matters worse, Dave had witnessed the whole episode from home because Kristin hadn't closed their Zoom connection on her laptop when Rick first entered her hotel room.
Now back in town to deliver her nonprofit communications proposal to the Rick's firm, she fell under his spell again. In a crowded elevator ride up to the firm's offices, less than 10 minutes after he greeted her, Rick had a hand down Kristin's pants and masturbated her to several orgasms as the other passengers remained unawared. Once they were alone, Rick stopped the elevator at an abandoned floor that was under renovation and had Kristin suck his cock and swallow his cum.
And that was just a preamble. After her successful presentation, Rick slyly guided Kristin into a three-way with his assistant, Daphne, in his corner office on the 85th floor. Kristin never desired to be with a woman, but under Rick's erotic spell, she gave in more easily than she would care to admit.
She could still feel Daphne's tongue on her clit. She could still taste the flavor of Rick's semen from Daphne's kiss.
There was no hiding this from Dave. Kristin had cleaned up well enough in Rick's office bathroom. But, there was no hiding the marks on her thighs left by Daphne's grasping fingers.
The first time Rick seduced her, she and Dave had horrible arguments that lasted for several days after she returned home. The couple also had some of the most incredible sex of their lives. Dave had set about reclaiming Kristin's every orifice from the memory of watching what Rick did with her. In the end, their bond somehow grew stronger.
The couple had always fantasized about bringing another man into their sex lives. Dave would have been the first to admit he had always fantasized about watching Kristin fuck and suck another man. Because it happened without him, Dave wrestled with conflicting feelings of jealousy and arousal. He had jerked himself off many times while watching the live streamed Zoom session of Rick fucking his wife. He still masturbated to the memories of it, but Kristin didn't know that.
Feeling guilty after the latest seduction, Kristin quietly opened the door to their room on the 15th floor and was relieved to find Dave wasn't çankaya escort there.. She sighed gratefully because she could hold of on this next uncomfortable conversation could a little while longer.
Her briefcase dropped to the floor with a thud as she kicked off her shoes. Kristin removed her pantsuit and blouse then sat on the edge of the bed and hesitated while she worked up the courage to call her husband.
He picked up on the second ring. "There you are," he said enthusiastically. "I was starting to wonder about you. How did your presentation go?"
Kristin didn't immediately respond. She didn't know what to say.
"Kristin?"
"I'm here. Sorry. It went great. Really, really great. It just took a lot out of me."
"Gotcha. I'm glad it was a success. And I get it. You've been stressing about this for weeks. It's ok if it took a lot out of you," Dave said. His enthusiastic support didn't help the guilty feelings Kristin was having. "How about you come down to the pool and let me take care of you?"
The short laugh that sprung from her mouth caught her off guard. "I have been taken care of plenty today, and it's barely noon," she thought.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh... sorry. I don't know where that came from," she hastily replied. "I guess it's just nerves."
"Well, the pool and a stiff drink can do a lot of good for your nerves," Dave said. "Get your sweet ass down here, and let's relax."
Another short laugh burst from Kristin. "Relax" is one of the first things (P)Rick said to her this morning just before he unzipped her pants.
"Do you mind if I grab a quick shower before I come down?" Kristin asked. "This Miami heat is a bit much when you're dressed for work." What she didn't say was that she really needed to wash off any remnants of Rick's semen.
"Sure, no problem," Dave replied. "I can come up if you want some help."
Kristin knew what he meant by help. She didn't need any more "help" at the moment. She needed a break from cocks and tongues, if only for a short break.
"No, I'm good. I just need a little breather; then I'll put on my bikini and meet you poolside."
"Ok, girlie. Don't take too long. You know what seeing you in a bikini does to me" Dave said, once again enthusiastically.
They exchanged "love yous" before hanging up. The wave of guilt crushed Kristin as she said it.
The shower felt good. The water washed away the dried cum and massaged her sore muscles. "Being a slut is hard work," she thought.
Her soapy hands moving across her body rekindled memories from the morning's activities. Kristin was surprised to find herself so easily aroused again. After so many powerful orgasms, she thought she had enough sexual satisfaction in a single morning. When her fingers slipped over her womanhood, she realized that wouldn't be the case.
Kristin dried her hair while standing naked in front of the hotel bathroom's full-length mirror. She admired her still-hard nipples and how the slit of her hairless pussy lips still glistened in the light. She felt an immediate need to feel Daphne's tongue again.
She tied on her off-white string bikini, then wrapped a vibrant yellow sarong around her waist to hide the finger-shaped bruises on her legs. She gathered her things to head downstairs when she heard heard a commotion coming from the room next door.
"Great," she thought to herself. "This is why Dave hates staying in hotels."
She paused as she walked by the door that adjoined her room to the one next door. One of the voices seemed familiar. Curiosity got the better of her, and Kristin put her ear to the door.
The sudden knock from the other side startled her so much she nearly stumbled to the floor.
"Kristin, are you in there?" asked the familiar voice. "I've got someone I want you to meet."
Anger burst in her chest like an exploding star. Her heart started to pound and her face turned red.
"God dammit, Rick! What the fuck are you doing here?!" she shouted more loudly than originally intended.
"I just told you. I want you to meet my friend," Rick said, his voice slightly muffled through the door. "I told him all about you."
Kristin put a hand to her chest while her face burned. She knew that Rick's innocent comment wasn't so innocent.
"You fucking asshole! My husband is downstairs at the pool waiting for me," she hissed from her side of the door. "Leave me the fuck alone before you get me divorced!"
"Didn't you say he watched us the last time?" Rick asked with a sarcastic tone in his voice. "You're still married, aren't you? I think Dave likes when I fuck you. You said he couldn't keep his hands off you after watching us the last time."
"If anything, I'm like the best marriage counselor you two will ever have," he laughed.
The joke and (P)Rick's laugh pierced her heart. What made it so unbearable was that he was probably right. Somehow after that incident, the bond between Kristin and Dave had grown cebeci escort stronger. It also improved their already fantastic sex life.
Kristin paced back and forth in front of the adjoining door, not knowing what she should do. Steeling herself, she shot back with false resolve, "I'm going down to the pool to be with my husband. When I get back, you and whoever the fuck your friend is better be gone!"
She spun on her heels and headed for the door. Kristin dropped her bag when she opened the door to reveal Rick standing there. He was dressed business casual in a starched white open-collar shirt and and dark blue pants. The shirt sleeves were rolled up his sinewy forearms. The top two buttons of the shirt were open to reveal the soft blond hair on his deeply tanned and well-formed chest.
"Hello there," he said gleefully as he stepped into the room.
Kristin took several steps back, subconsciously allowing Rick into the room just like she did on her first trip. She came to a stop between the bed and the dresser. That's where he caught me the last time, she thought.
Rick paused and looked her over. His effect on Kristin was already apparent. Her bikini top did nothing to hide the hardness of her nipples. "You look a little overdressed."
"Fuck you," she snapped.
"That's the plan," Rick replied with a devilish grin.
"How in the hell did you find out where I was staying?" No sooner had she asked the question when she realized the answer - Daphne.
"That sneaky bitch," Kristin muttered. Daphne dug through her briefcase and found her hotel key while Kristin cleaned herself up in Rick's office bathroom.
"It was so convenient how you left the card key in the little hotel envelope with your room number on it," Rick snickered. "Lucky for us, the room next door was available, so I booked it for the night."
Kristin swallowed hard. "Rick, listen, I'm serious. Dave is downstairs at the pool. The rest of our stay is supposed to be a mini-vacation for us," Kristin said softly, ashamed at how weak her voice sounded. "I'm going to have a hard enough time explaining what happened this morning. How am I going to explain that you're right next door?"
Rick brushed past Kristin and headed for the room's balcony. As he passed her, he slid his hand along her bare stomach sending arousal signals to the slit between her legs. The move was a distraction to keep her from noticing as he unlocked the adjoining door.
"Dave's down at the pool, you say? Let's say hi."
"Rick! No! Stop," she protested, but it was too late. Rick was already on the balcony.
"Oh, I think I see him," Rick said playfully. "Dave! Up here! Hey buddy!"
Down below, Dave looked for the sound of the voice calling his name. The mid-day sun reflecting off the hotel windows made it impossible to pinpoint.
Kristin ran out to the balcony and grabbed Rick's arm. "Stop it," she demanded through clenched teeth. "What's it going to take to get you out of here?"
"As I said, I want you to meet my friend. I've told him all about you, and let's just say he's interested."
"Well, I'm not interested! I'll meet him, but then both of you can fuck off!" Kristin flinched. She knew she had decided her fate the moment she conceded to meet Rick's friend.
"Give me a minute. I just got here," Rick fake pouted. "First things first. Let's check out your room."
Kristin stood by as Rick proceeded to rifle through all of the drawers and her luggage. He made an exaggerated display of sifting through her panties. When he got to the nightstand on her side of the bed, Kristin's heart skipped a beat when she remembered what she had stashed there.
"What's this?" Rick asked happily. When he turned around, he was holding Kristin's strap-on by its harness. "No wonder you like fucking me so bad. You're hungry for the cock you're not getting at home. Tell me, is your cock bigger than Dave's?"
She didn't say yes because she didn't want to give Rick the satisfaction of knowing, mainly because the strap-on dildo was nearly the same size as Rick's.
Anger flared in Kristin's eyes. "God, you're such a fucking prick."
"That's what they call me, right," Rick smiled. "(P)Rick?"
With an outstretched arm, he wiggled the harness causing the fake cock to flap around comically.
"I'm kidding. It's not my kind of thing, but I can imagine you look pretty sexy fucking your husband in the ass. Looks like he has a fondness for big, black cocks."
Kristin angrily snatched the strap-on from Rick's hand and flung it across the room where it behind a chair.
"Where's this fucking friend of yours? I want to get this over with, you arrogant jackass!"
"Hey, Mitch!," Rick called out. "Kristin's almost ready to meet you.
Mitch stepped into the room through the adjoining door just as Kristin wondered what Rick meant by "almost."
All of the color drained from Kristin's face when she saw Rick's friend.Mitch turned out to be çukurambar escort the ruggedly handsome man who sat next to Rick during her presentation earlier that morning.
Rick was tall at 6'3," but Mitch was taller. Mitch was much broader than Rick and just as finely ripped. His short-sleeve-collared shirt strained against his muscled arms and torso. Mitch's short dark hair and close-cropped beard stood in dark contrast to Rick's blond beauty.
At a petite 5'5", Kristin felt like she stood between gorgeous giants. Her pussy moistened at the lustful look Mitch was giving her.
"Mitch, meet Kristin. Kristin, meet Mitch." As he introduced Kristin, Rick slyly undid the strings of her bikini top and it fell to the floor.
Kristin's hands defensively flew up to her suddenly exposed breasts. Having left her lower half unguarded, Rick took the opportunity to relieve her of her sarong in a surprisingly deft motion.
Goosebumps broke out across Kristin's fully nude body. She tried to shield her vagina from Mitch's hungry gaze, but it was too late. Kristin had never felt so naked. Never felt so vulnerable.
She felt Rick press up behind her, feeling the hardness of his cock pushing against her bare bottom.
"Rick, please," she said meekly. "I can't. I told you this morning was the last time."
"Well, that wouldn't be fair to Mitch now, would it," Rick replied softly. "Let's go out to the balcony."
Kristin allowed herself to be led out to the balcony forgetting that she was completely nude. Rick brought them to a stop in front of the railing overlooking the beachfront.
"Don't worry about Dave," Rick said sweetly. "I've seen to it that he'll be pleasantly occupied."
Kristin looked down toward the pool and saw Dave sitting on a lounge chair, looking at his phone.
"And here she comes now," Rick said, pointing towards a woman who was making a beeline toward her husband.
She recognized the woman's walk from this morning. It was Daphne in a vibrant red thong bikini. Kristin watched as she approached Dave and took the lounge next to him.
Kristin was oblivious that Rick's hand was on her ass. His fingers traced her crack.
Rick purred in Kristin's ear, sending more blood flow to her already engorged nipples, "Daphne will take care of Dave while Mitch and I take care of you."
Unable to speak, Kristing looked into her Rick's eyes. Her bright blue eyes widened with an innocent look that told Rick that he had her right where he wanted her.
Kristin wasn't sure what she should do. She's always wanted to be the center of attention between two men. Until now, that fantasy included Dave. It was Dave's fantasy just as much as it was hers.
"Are we ready?" Mitch asked.
Rick and Kristin turned to find Mitch standing naked in the doorway. Kristin gasped at the sight of his engorged 10-inch cock. Mitch offered her his hand. She took it and allowed Mitch to lead her through the adjoining door, her eyes never leaving his cock.
Before Rick followed, he stopped to retrieve the forgotten strap-on from behind the chair. He propped it in the center of the pillows on the bed. Feeling generous, he also pulled out the lube from the drawer and set it on the nightstand. He then texted Daphne - "left a surprise on bed have fun," it read.
When he stepped into the next room, Rick found Kristin already on her knees greedily trying to stuff Mitch's big dick into her little mouth.
Poolside, Dave was dumbfounded by the incredibly sexy woman who took the lounge chair next to his. She hadn't bothered asking if it was available. He watched as the buxom beauty lay on her stomach, facing away from him. Her positioning gave him an impressive view of the thong that disappeared into the cleft of her ass cheeks.
In dramatic fashion, the woman opened her legs to adjust the thin piece of fabric. Dave caught a glimpse of her plump folds hugging the narrow red strip.
"Miss?" Dave croaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Excuse me, miss? I'm afraid that seat is taken."
"By who?" she replied without looking at him.
"My wife is coming down to meet me," Dave said weakly. A part of him didn't want her to go away. At least, not until Kristin arrived.
"I don't see your wife," the woman said matter-of-factly. She accentuated the statement by flexing her ass muscles and grinding her crotch into the lounge chair.
"She's on her way. She's running a little late."
The woman looked over her shoulder at Dave with the same lewd grin that Rick had just given Kristin a few minutes ago up in her room. "Don't worry, by the time you see her, I'll be done with you."
Puzzled, Dave asked, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
The woman read a text on her phone that made her smile. "I said when she show's up, I'll leave. Ok?"
"Ok, great."
"Brilliant. I'm Daphne, by the way."
"I'm Dave," Kristin's husband stuttered, his eyes wander her body.
"Thanks for letting me stay," Daphne said with a grin. "You won't mind if I watch something on my iPad, will you? I'll keep the volume low so it won't bother you."
"Sure, that's fine. Go right ahead. Thanks for asking," Dave stammered as he leaned back in his chair and pretended to scroll through his phone. He hoped no one would see the growing erection straining against the confinement of his bathing suit.