Swing - Episode 1

Michael watched Holly undress beside the king-sized bed. Five women moved in a slow circle around her. One stepped forward and kissed her. Holly's mouth opened. She tasted cherry gloss and warm breath. Another woman knelt and slid her fingers between Holly's thighs. The touch was firm. Holly's knees softened. A third pair of hands cupped her breasts from behind, thumbs circling her nipples until they tightened. She gasped against the first woman's mouth. Michael sat in the corner chair. He loosened his tie. The fifth woman joined the others. She licked a line down Holly's spine, stopping at the small of her back. Holly shivered, hips rocking toward the fingers stroking her clit in steady strokes. They eased her onto the bed. The woman who had kissed her first spread Holly's legs and pressed her tongue flat against her. The other four kissed, licked, and touched whatever skin they could reach. Holly's hands gripped the sheets. Her breath came short. Michael could see every wet slide of tongue between her folds, every slow press of fingers entering her. She came with a broken cry, legs shaking, one woman's mouth still latched to her. The others held her down and kept touching until the trembling eased. Holly opened her eyes, met Michael's stare, and smiled.