Earning Her Badges

Lauren already feels shaky when Claudia shuts the door behind them. Inside, Mr. Melville sits on the leather couch, arms spread, eyes dragging slow over both women. The second Lauren opens her mouth, Claudia steps in tight behind her, warm breath brushing her neck. "Mr. Melville just had a little fun, honey. Nothing to cry about," Claudia says, voice low, hungry. Her fingers hook the waistband of Lauren's khaki shorts and yank them down in one motion. Fabric hits the hardwood with a slap. Mr. Melville's smile is wolfish. He slides forward, works his belt open, pulls his heavy cock free. It hangs, thick and already dark at the tip. Lauren steps back, hits Claudia's chest, and that’s when Claudia grabs her wrists—gentle, but steel under it. "Be a good scout," Claudia murmurs, teeth grazing Lauren’s earlobe. She guides Lauren’s hand onto his shaft. The skin burns hot. Veins pulse under her fingers. "Stroke nice and slow. Get it slick." Claudia kneels first, tongue flicking up the underside like she’s tasting cream. Spit glistens. She drags the wet head across Lauren’s closed lips until they part. Saliva strings from chin to cock. "Take it in your mouth, baby. Earn those badges." Mr. Melville’s hips push forward. The head bumps teeth, forces its way onto warm tongue. He groans, low and filthy. Claudia reaches around, cups Lauren’s small tits through the uniform shirt, squeezes hard enough to leave red marks. Lauren chokes when he hits the back of her throat. Claudia coos praise, voice thick with lust. "Deeper. Show him how thankful you are." Spit runs down Lauren’s neck. She gags, eyes watering, but Claudia holds her head, steering her like a toy. Mr. Melville grunts and pulls out, cock shiny with spit. He stands, spins Lauren, bends her over the arm of the couch. Cotton panties slide aside. Two fingers shove up inside her cunt, wet, tight, no warning. She gasps, legs trembling. Claudia drops to her knees behind, tongue lapping at where his fingers stretch her open. "Good girl," Mr. Melville growls. He replaces fingers with the fat head of his cock and pushes in one long, mean thrust. Lauren’s breath stops. Her walls clamp, fluttering around the intrusion. He fucks her steady, hips slapping skin, each stroke deeper, meaner. Claudia slides up, shrugs off her own shirt, bare tits brushing Lauren’s back. She kisses the girl’s ear, whispers filth. "You want that badge, you take his load. Milk him. Squeeze that cunt like a vice." He speeds up. Each thrust knocks the couch an inch. Wet sounds fill the room—skin on skin, her juices dripping down her thighs. Lauren moans despite herself, back arching, cunt clenching. Mr. Melville’s hand clamps her hip hard enough to bruise. His balls slap her clit. "Fuck, she’s tight," he grits out. Claudia laughs, low and dirty, fingers rubbing Lauren’s swollen clit in fast circles. Lauren’s orgasm crashes sudden—legs jerk, cunt pulsing around the thick cock buried to the hilt. Mr. Melville groans loud, slams twice more, then holds deep. Heat floods her—thick ropes of cum painting her walls white, leaking out around his shaft. Claudia spins her around before she can catch breath, tongue diving between her legs to suck the mess free. Lauren’s knees buckle. Mr. Melville feeds his softening cock back into her mouth, making her taste both of them. Cum and spit mix on her tongue. When he finally pulls free, Claudia stands, thumb wiping Lauren’s bottom lip. "Badge earned," she says, smiling sharp. "Now get on your knees and thank him proper. We’re just getting started."