Free OvercomingtheNeed by Zenobia Renquist Page A

at her side.
    Clay looked up from his camera and blinked at them. “Wha…uh…
What’s up?”
    “When the pictures are done, we have to pay you,” Mia said.
    “Pay me?” Clay backed up as they got closer. “Wait. We
didn’t discuss anything like that. You know I’m fine with just the pictures.”
He stopped when he hit a wall.
    Naomie and Mia closed in on him and rubbed their breasts
against his legs while stroking his inner thighs. The bulge in his pants
jumped.
    Naomie asked, “Are you sure?” She kissed his tip.
    Clay’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
    Mia cupped his crotch and kneaded. “Really, really sure?”
    He stared at both in turn. “Payment?”
    Naomie passed her cheek over the front of his pants. “We’ve
never paid you. That’s not right. And we both want copies of this session’s
pictures.”
    Mia undid the front of his jeans. “Yes, we do. So this is
payment. Do you not want payment?”
    Clay stared down at them with wide eyes. He nodded quickly.
“Yeah. Payment. We can do that. Sure.”
    “That’s what we thought.” Naomie plucked Clay’s wallet out
of his back pants pocket, unfolded it, retrieved two of the condoms he kept
there and then put his wallet back. If he hadn’t had any, she could have gotten
two from her purse. She commended him for being prepared.
    Mia held Clay’s dick steady as Naomie rolled one condom in
place. Naomie made sure to go nice and slow, stroking her fingers down his
length and enjoying the way his shaft pulsed with her every caress.
    Dipping her hand into his pants, Mia massaged his balls.
“How long, Clay?”
    Clay let out a shaky sigh. “Too damn long. It’s just been me
with Thumbelina and her four ugly stepsisters.”
    “Poor Thumbelina and sisters must have been busy.”
    “You have no idea.”
    Naomie slid her tongue over his crown and then kissed it.
“We’ll make it better.”
    “A lot better.” Mia tugged his jeans down, along with his
boxers. “You’re a healthy one.”
    She was being nice. Both Naomie and Mia had experience with
bigger but it wouldn’t be nice to say so to Clay. Besides, it wasn’t fair to
judge men by Quincy. That was like comparing a moped to a sports motorcycle.
They weren’t in the same league. Clay was a nice mouthful while Quincy promised
to test the limits of Naomie’s nonexistent gag reflex. She didn’t know for sure
and looked forward to the day when she found out, when she and Mia shared a
kiss around the end of Quincy’s dick the way they did Clay’s now.
    Clay held his camera in shaky hands as he tried to take
pictures. Naomie could guarantee they would be blurry and thus not worth it.
    She reached up and took the camera from him. “Let’s put this
aside. You wouldn’t want to break it.”
    “Ye-ye-yeah. S-s-sure.” Clay nodded quickly, took the camera
back and placed it on the table beside him.
    Naomie smiled up at him. Too easy. She almost felt bad
playing with him like this, like a cat chasing around a mouse it had no
intention of killing. Clay would get off but it wouldn’t be a full-service kind
of deal. Just watching her and Mia rub their breasts together as they shared
his dick had him acting as if he would come any second. She hoped not. She
wanted to have some more fun with him.
    She and Mia took opposite sides of his shaft and caressed
their lips from Clay’s base to his tip, together and then in tandem. They took
turns circling their tongues around his crown. Whoever got to the end first won
the honor. Naomie had to move out of the way when Mia downed Clay’s dick and
started bobbing her head.
    Clay chirped, reached for Mia’s head, pulled back his hands
and held them against his sides, gripping his legs. He wanted to touch her but
he probably didn’t want to give her an excuse to stop. That was a trained
reaction. Naomie wondered which of his past girlfriends had denied him release
because he’d touched her. While Naomie liked a man who could be trained, she
also liked