Page 19 of Sugar Walls (Sweet Treats 5)

Layla nods as we walk by what looks like a rec room, complete with a pool table, a billiards table, and a wet bar.

“Yes. We even had one girl stay until she was thirty, but that’s where we cut them off. At thirty, we encourage the girls to move on. Of course, there are a lot of support services to assist with the transition. We help with job placement, health care, and even finding a new place to live. You can see why there’s a lot of admin work.”

I’m stunned. Evidently, some of the daughters service incoming truckers for ten years. They sleep with these OTT alpha men on a regular basis for their entire twenties, which is completely insane to me.

But it sounds good too. If it feels right, then why not continue? I’m about to ask Layla another question, but then the urge to pee hits.

“Um, I need to use the restroom,” I say, gesturing to a small pink door. “Could you give me a minute?”

Layla gets a gleam in her eye.

“Natalie, I think you want to use that bathroom,” she says, pointing to a door painted blue. “It has polka dot wallpaper, the way you like.”

I blush but then realization hits me. Of course. This is my opportunity to meet my two anonymous lovers again, and I can’t wait.

“Thanks,” I say with a smile before opening the door and disappearing with a wave. Holy shit. I’m doing it. I’m meeting the men for round two, and it’s going to be wonderful.

9

Gary

The curvy brunette walks into the bathroom, and quietly shuts the door behind her. Meanwhile, my friend Gascon and I watch through the one-way wall. You see, the Lodge has spared no expense. Although the wall looks solid as hell, in fact, it’s a one-way mirror. We can see her, but she can’t see us. Plus, there are holes cut out at waist level for doing you-know-what.

Holy shit, Natalie’s beautiful. She’s round, luscious, and already up to no good. I can tell from the teasing smile on her face. The sassy girl pees a bit, then gets up to wash her hands at the sink. She pouts prettily at the mirror as if she knows we’re there, but of course she couldn’t know, could she? Then again, Layla may have told her.

After all, when Jack first let people know that his daughter was coming to visit, there was a murmur of excitement among the dads. We’ve watched Natalie for years now, and witnessed her transformation from skinny bean pole to luscious woman. Her breasts are big Double Ds, and her thighs thick with sugar. Her ass is a giant heart shape, ready to be enjoyed, and I was on it.

My brother, Gascon, was also interested. We love to share women, and Natalie’s exactly our type. As a result, we orchestrated the whole thing. During her first visit, we were lying in wait in the bathroom. Now, during her second visit, we’re anticipating her curves like hungry tigers.

Of course, Sienna and Layla encouraged us. The girls know that we’ve been on the prowl for a while now. We’ve indulged in all-out hedonism at the club in the past, but we’re looking for something a little more stable these days. If anything, we’d like to find a girlfriend. There, I said it. We’d like a curvy girl to be ours to share, and Natalie fits the bill perfectly.

Plus, our first encounter with her was mind-blowing. I thought she might stroke us a bit, and then giggle and run away. But instead, Sugar took off her clothes and mouthed us until we came. It was phenomenal. My balls ached desperately for days afterwards just from the memory. But now, she’s back and she’s going to do more than a little lip action. Sugar will be taking us all, this time around.

Natalie smiles coyly in the mirror again, and we take that as our cue. Slowly, Gascon and I insert our stiff poles into the holes in the wall, and Natalie’s eyes go wide. Her mouth forms a round “O” of surprise, but I know she’s not surprised. She wants this, and sure enough, within seconds, the lush girl is nude once more and kneeling before us with gratitude.

This time, she doesn’t need any prompting whatsoever. She takes my stiff shaft between her lips while pumping Gascon’s rigid pole with her hand. Then she switches, and her hand is jerking me off while her tongue trails up the length of my brother’s hot rod. We both groan desperately. She’s gotten us worked up within seconds, and Natalie knows. She smiles a secret smile, and then stands and turns around.

But Natalie doesn’t impale herself right away. Oh no. She bends forwards so that her bottom rises in the air like a giant heart. Then she parts her legs and slowly runs her hands up her thighs, squeezing and caressing them while letting out melodious moans.

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