“Warm-up?” I panted.
“You don’t think we’ll let you go that easily, do you?”
Trish purred with seductive menace as she drew closer. “Who
knows how long it might be before we see you again?”
“We want you to remember us,” chimed in Melissa, in the most
sincere voice of which she was probably capable.
Trish grasped the base of my not-entirely-limp dick. “We
want to treat you as well as we know you’ll treat us,” she
said, (whether to me or my organ was uncertain) before
licking a drop of residual cum from the tip with a sigh of
anticipation.
Her face and neck were still moist from Melissa’s tongue
bath, but the only cum remaining was a few drops clotted in
her hair. I looked over at the gloriously disheveled
Melissa, now struggling to reach her neglected pussy with
her restrained fingers, before returning my gaze to Trish
and grasping her ponytail roughly. “Then suck me like the
whore you are,” I sneered, and she took me into her mouth
with a gleeful growl.
Trish’s attentions rapidly revived my cock, and soon she
pulled back a bit and trapped it between her gorgeous
breasts. She egged me on with a stream of profane
encouragement and wicked laughter as I fucked her tits, and
flicked her tongue over the head whenever it drove near
enough. After a minute or two of such teasing, I felt the
need to use her harder. I cradled her chin in my hand and
clutched the back of her head, pressing my cock against her
lips. Apparently excited by the sensation of being forced,
Trish sucked down my cock again, and this time took me down
her throat, gagging just a bit on my deepest thrusts. “Ohhh,
Trish, you sexy bitch,” I murmured over and over, feeling
her moans of pleasure and watching her hands run over my
whole body and clutch at my chest hair as I fucked her face
deeply.
Melissa had by now drawn closer, looking on with a jealous
pout as I used her mistress. “Feeling neglected, Missy?” I
gasped.
Melissa nodded.
“You want me to fuck your pussy like this?” I grunted,
thrusting harder and faster for emphasis as Trish’s groans
made my cock tingle.
Melissa bit her lip and nodded slowly.
“Then show it to me, cunt! Open wide for your master,” I
commanded.
Melissa’s face shone with anticipation through strings of
matted hair as she lay back on the floor. Her frustrated
fingers pulled at her neatly trimmed, but sticky, pussy hair
as she positioned herself for display. She spread her legs
wide, revealing labia spotted with froth, and exquisitely
smooth thighs slick with her juice. “Oh master, please,” she
moaned, “Use me!”
I withdrew from Trish’s mouth and turned her head to face
Melissa. “Mmmm. Do you want a taste of that, slut?” I teased
her. I held her ponytail and guided her forward between
Melissa’s legs, letting her just close enough to lap at the
dripping pussy with the end of her tongue. “Is it sweet?” I
asked.
“Yessss” whispered Trish.
“Then just wait ’til I finish stirring it up,” I said,
pulling Trish back abruptly, and taking her place.
Melissa’s eyes grew wide as I grasped her ankles, and she
giggled excitedly as I teased her cunt with the head of my
cock. “I’m your fuck doll. Use me hard,” she pleaded. With a
loud grunt I drove my cock deep into her box, savoring its
heat and texture as she shrieked her approval.
Melissa’s cunt was hot, slick and very tight, though I was
sure that wasn’t for lack of use. I fucked her ferociously,
first pulling her legs together, to lick and rub my body
along their silky curves, then spreading them for an
unobstructed view of her luscious body. Her full tits,
though confined between her restrained arms, bounced with
every merciless thrust, and she ecstatically threw her head
from side to side screaming and gasping “Yes! Screw me! Make
me cum! Please!”
I figured Trish, quite “warmed up” by now, wouldn’t remain a
spectator for long, and soon I felt her warm tits pressed
against my back. She wrapped her arms around me and rested
her chin on my shoulder, no doubt vicariously screwing
Melissa along with me. “Harder,” she hissed, “Fuck her like
an animal! Use that dirty slut!”
Much too soon, I saw Melissa’s eyes begin to drift, her
hands clench in their shackles, and her toes begin to curl
as her orgasm began to build. Trish released me, and I
compounded both the speed and force of my thrusts, growling
with delight, to propel Melissa over the edge. Trish kneeled
astride Melissa’s face as I began to feel the tremors build.
Melissa’s breath came in rapid gasps, finally giving way to
a exultant wail as her legs clenched around me. Trish seemed
to wait for Melissa’s scream to reach its peak before
lowering herself and grinding her dripping pussy onto our
slave’s face. Melissa’s muffled moans soon ebbed, and her
legs relaxed in contentment as she resumed lapping at her
mistress’s cunt.
It had been an act of uncharacteristic discipline for me to
refrain from cumming in Melissa’s sweet, appreciative little
twat, but the desire to use Trish had been smoldering in me
all night. She leaned forward to lap at Melissa’s moist
thighs, and studied me as I withdrew. A broad smile crossed
her wet lips when she saw I was still erect. She tongued
some cunt sauce from the head of my cock before I took her
chin in my hand and looked into her erotically sinister
eyes.
“How should I use you?” I asked firmly.
“Hard,” she replied, her gaze intense, as if challenging me,
“Hard and deep and dirty.”
I knew at once what she meant.
She lowered her head between Melissa’s thighs as I moved to
the other end of the 69. All of us were bathed in sweat, and
my dick was still dripping with Melissa’s juices, so I
doubted that any further lubrication would be necessary. I
smiled at the sight of Melissa diligently licking her
mistress’s pussy before I moved close, grasped Trish’s
perfect round ass, and slid my prick fluidly the length of
her crack.
Trish lifted her head with a faint gasp.
“Do it, you bastard,” she said breathlessly, straining to
look at me over her shoulder, “Drill me up the ass like a
cheap whore!”
I heard the pace of Melissa’s licking quicken, and I pushed
teasingly at Trish’s anus with my thumbs. I spread it a bit,
before pressing in the head of my rigid cock.
Trish let out a gasping squeal, and arched her back with
delight, as I forced myself deep into her ass.
“Just… like… a… cheap… whore!” I growled,
punctuating each word with a vicious thrust. Each thrust
elicited groans, shrieks, gasps, and a stream of profanity
from Trish, whose fists clenched and toes curled as she
demanded more.
I fucked Trish’s tight ass ever harder, and suddenly
shivered at the delightful sensation of Melissa’s tongue on
my balls and the shaft of my cock. I intermittently slowed
my pace a bit to let her suck my balls and stretch to tease
my ass with her tongue until Trish pleaded with me not to
stop and I renewed my furious screwing of her tight ass.
After a few such pauses, Trish appeared to become impatient
with our slave’s divided attentions. “All right,” she
snapped over her shoulder, “give the little slut what she
wants.”
“W-What?” I stammered, foggy with sensory overload.
“Fuck her mouth with your dirty cock!” she gasped.
Who was I to argue? I pulled my slick tool from Trish’s ass
and slapped Melissa’s lips with it before she sucked me in,
more noisily and ravenously than ever. I slipped two fingers
into Trish’s ass to “hold my place, ” twisting and pumping
them even more violently than I had my cock. “Oh, yesssss!
That’s it! Do us both!” she groaned into Melissa’s pussy as
she dug her fingers into the carpet.
After a few thrusts down Melissa’s throat I plunged my cock
back into Trish’s waiting ass and resumed thrusting and
slapping it sharply. For some time I alternated, savoring
the searing tightness of Trish’s ass, the soft insistence of
Melissa’s mouth, and the crude, kinky decadence of both. I
quickly reached the limits of my self-restraint, and my
pounding of Trish’s ass wavered in its rhythm as I felt my
balls tighten.
“Do it!” Trish snarled over her shoulder, her own explosion
imminent. “Pump your hot cum up my assss.”
I pulled hard on her ponytail and threw myself, grunting,
into my thrusts. Soon I saw the tremors course through
Trish’s body, and felt her rectum tighten around me. I
followed her over the edge as she let go a rapturous scream
and beat at the floor with her feet and clenched fists. Her
cries jumped up in pitch and she seemed to lose her breath
as my steaming seed jetted deep into her ass. After the
first few long shots I released her ponytail and pulled
sharply out of her ass, simultaneously pulling Melissa’s
head back by the hair so that I could squirt the rest of my
load in her face. She opened her mouth as my orgasm ebbed,
and gently sucked the waning trickle from the head of my
cock.
I sat back on my heels and watched through my post-coital
haze as Trish, still gasping and shaking from her own
climax, sat herself upright, and reached back to direct
Melissa’s gooey face into her ass. “Clean me up, slut,” she
whispered, her voice drained, but still with a commanding
edge. Melissa mewed contentedly as she worked her tongue
into her mistress’s ass, lapping and sucking up my dripping
cream. I embraced Trish from behind, cupping her breasts in
my hands and she leaned over her shoulder to let me taste
Melissa’s juice on her pouty lips. “Yessss, lick it up,
Missy,” she murmured between our deep, long kisses.
Exhausted, we all soon fell asleep, entangled and sweaty, on
the floor together. I awoke after a few hours, and hurriedly
dressed, since I had to rush back to my guest suite and pack
for my morning flight. I lingered just long enough for one
last look at my disheveled playmates, and to leave a quickly
sketched note on the coffee table beside them. “Both highly
qualified… exceptionally talented… excellent people
skills… recommend for rapid advancement.”