by T. S. Hill
“No, Sugar Tits.”, Annette, quipped, and then looked thoughtful. Hah! Once you say it, it really isn’t that bad, is it?”
“I think you and I are, sooner or later, going to have to have the sex fairy talk.”, Sasha said, starting the printer and leaning back in her chair.
“What’s the sex fairy talk?”, Annette asked, looking serious.
“Not tonight, girl.”, Sasha said, massaging her own tits, and then stretching her arms out.
“When do you think those mercs will be here, Babe?”, Sasha asked over her shoulder.
“I haven’t a clue, Sugar Tits.”, I replied sleepily, still staring at the ceiling, but going along with her spill to Annette. “I thought they would be here about now, but no phone call yet, and no chopper. So, who fucking knows!”, I said irritably. Sasha got up from her seat and retrieved what she had printed out, then brought it over to where I was sitting. She stood at my feet, silently reading all the dirt on Roy Johnson, formerly Tony.
“Anything interesting in that Johnson report?”, I queried her.
“Just the usual.”, she answered me. “Evidently, he wanted to be a gangster really, bad, but kept failing at it. He was damn good at failing at it!”, Sasha said chuckling between words. “Well I’ll be damned! Maybe the little fucker was gay after all, or at least bi!”, Sasha blurted with enthusiasm. “He was busted twice, for propositioning undercover officers that were posing as Johns trying to bust prostitutes. So, he was a gay whore I guess, and a wanna be gangster. How often do you see that?”
“I don’t know, or care.”, I replied. “But, where he’s going, he’s going to need all the survival skills that he can carry with him. My feet hurt. I shouldn’t have kicked Tony, or Roy or whatever the fuck his name is. I should have shot his ass. But, no. I had to kick him. Hard headed little bastard.
“You want me to pull off your boots and give you a foot massage?”, Sasha asked.
“Sugar Tits, if you got the energy left to do that, and the motivation, then by all means, have at it!”, I said, still zoning out, with my head thrown back, but now my eyes had closed.
“Help me here girl.”, Sasha told Annette.”
“Mmmmkay”, Annette responded.
“Grab a boot.”, Sasha told her. “Like this.”, she said. “Now pull it like this.”, she instructed her. I felt my boots slipping off of each foot. “I’ll get the socks. You can go back and sit down.”, Sasha told her. “You want me to massage one foot while you do the other?”, Annette asked her.
“Sure. Two birds, kill two stones!”, Sasha quipped.
“Are we going to use some lotion, or just do the bare massage?”, Annette asked.
“Actually, I’ve got lotion in that green bag in the bed room. Why don’t you go get it? But, be quiet! It sounds like everyone back there must be asleep now. And, they’re all either under the weather, or misguided. Just be quiet.”
“I’ll get it!”, Annette said, sounding almost excited. I felt my socks peeling off, and Sasha’s hands gripping a foot in each, beginning to loosen the joints in my feet, and press out the soreness from the muscles. I may have blissfully, and briefly, drifted off to sleep, because I became suddenly aware of two, slippery, lubricated hands, on each foot, milking away the stress, strain, and soreness from my bones. I could feel the soothing relaxing of the muscles of my feet, extending into my calves, and a mellow sensation pouring over my entire body, as the two women worked their talented hands over my feet. One of them, and I am only guessing here, probably Sasha, must have been leading the orchestration, of strong nimble fingers over my ankles and feet, and the other duplicating her moves. Soon, I felt hands extending upwards under my pants legs, converting my calves into centers of pleasure, and releasers of tension. At length, it stopped.
“Here, girl.”, I heard Sasha gently say to Annette. “Take the lotion, and put it back where you got it. I’ve got this from here. This is where you back down.” I head Annette, quietly, almost imperceptibly, whine. And then she moved away. The next thing that I felt, was Sasha’s hands, tugging at my belt buckle.
“I’ll put the lotion back in the green bag.”, I heard Annette say, from somewhere near the hallway. Finally, alone with Sasha, I drifted back into a relaxed state again, with my head back, eyes closed, and body limp. As her fingers unfastened, and unzipped my pants, she began quietly humming an almost hypnotic melody. The soothing sound of her voice and gentle touch of hands sliding into my waist band and around my waist relaxed me even further.
“Just ease up your ass, Babe.”, She cooed to me in almost a whisper. Arching my back slightly, my hips rose from the seat of the recliner, and Sasha shifted my pants below my ass cheeks. As I let my hips sink back to the cushioned seat, she slowly pulled my pants off of my legs, leaving my boxers still confining my legs just above the knees. Laying the pants aside, she placed a hand on each of my ankles and slowly caressed my legs upward, around the sides of my calves, knees, and then up my thighs, until they met my boxers, where she grasped the elastic waist band on each side. Then, slowly, but methodically, she eased the boxers down my legs, and finally off of my feet.
I suppose, half in anticipation of what might be to come, and half as a result of having this beautiful woman’s hands caressing over my naked legs, my cock began filling out, and I could feel it’s length and girth inching across my upper right thigh. For a moment, Sasha’s hands left me, and I remember feeling a pang of anxiety, hoping that her warm, soft, loving hands would return with their enticing caresses. I took in a long, deep breath, and caught the scent of the delicate perfume that Sasha wore. Next, from somewhere behind me, she clasped the sides of my head, and her fingers began gently massaging my temples, and around my ears. I let out my breath slowly, and melted further into the comfortable softness of the recliner.
Momentarily, her hands left me again, and I felt the chair’s position being adjusted back, easing my body into a semi-reclined position, and lifting my legs and feet, onto the padded foot rest, as it automatically extended. Then once again, her familiar fingertips were addressing my neck, just behind, and below, my ears. I could feel waves of relaxation, passing from where her fingers touched me, down my arms and torso. Her hands left my head and neck and slid down to my chest, where I could feel my shirt buttons being released. The further down her hands went, the more I could feel, of her tremendous breasts pressing against, and around, the top of my head. Once she had my shirt open, she began to caress, and massage my chest, curling her fingertips over my pecs, and through the dark hair on my chest. Then she paused the forward path of her soft hands, gently massaging my nipples. With her magnificent tits pressed to my head, and her hands stroking further down my chest, my cock responded again, lifting itself from my thigh.
Once again, she withdrew, and next I detected her presence beside me, with her fingers manipulating the remaining lower buttons of my shirt. I could feel my cock, fully erect now, stretching itself above my loins, and beginning to yearn for attention. But the desired attention didn’t come just yet. I felt my shirt being flung open, and next, Sasha’s lips were on the center of my chest, kissing, and lip nibbling, their way across my right pec. She rested her left hand on my abdomen, and sucked my right nipple into her mouth, nibbling it gently with her teeth, then swirling her tongue over it’s sensitive, erect tip.
She trailed the fingertips of her right hand down the side of my neck, and began caressing my abdomen with her left. I gasped at the sudden blissful wave that passed over my body, and my stomach muscles involuntarily contracted and flexed.
“Wow!”, Sasha whispered against my chest. “That’s a hot assed six pack.”, she rasped, with her hot breath spilling over my, now deep, breathing chest. Running her open left palm over my abdomen, she was touch reading the contours of my tensed muscles. “Fuck! You’re hot, Babe!”, she whimpered, trailing her mouth below my chest, leaving a tickling trail with her flicking tongue.
“Ohhhh.”, I groaned, placing both of my hands on her head, and ta
ngling my fingers in her short golden locks. She whimpered again, and renewed her kisses and nibbles across my torso, all the while caressing, and teasing, my skin, with her open palms and fingertips. As her busy lips, teeth, and tongue moved lower, and onto my abdomen, my cock began to rage at its lack of attention, jerking and bouncing with each pulse of my heart. I was quietly groaning and growling now, as her kisses, nibbles, licks, and caresses were driving me into a near blissful stupor.
I could feel the air rushing through my flared nostrils as her left hand crept from my abdomen downward and out across my tensed left thigh. Her mouth, patiently followed a trail downward and then across the sensitive skin of my abdomen, which was taunt across my now fully flexed stomach muscles. Her right hand was still massaging my pecs, her mouth driving the nerve endings of my abdomen wild, and her left hand now stroking the inside of my bare left thigh. Then, just as I began tugging her head toward my engorged and begging cock, she pulled away from me again.
I felt the chair position changing again. This time moving back to a seating position. The foot rest folded down, and the soles of my feet touched the carpeted floor. This adjustment, left me slouched in the chair, with my ass near the lower edge of the seat cushion. I felt Sasha’s hands grip my knees, and she gently guided my legs apart. Moving my feet to either side, and forward, I spread my legs, inviting her to move between them. Her hands slid from my knees, up the tops of my thighs, and from the pressure of her hands, I sensed her positioning herself, kneeling on the floor, between my legs. I cracked open my eyelids, and noted that the light in the room had been dimmed. As Sasha continued lowering herself between my legs, behind her, and just to her side, sitting in the opposite recliner, Annette came into full view.
I had thought, that she had left the room to put away the lotion, and had not heard her return. But at this point, I was too far into the throws of Sasha’s searing manipulations to raise a protest, or raise anything else, besides my stiff cock, which was now turgid with expectation of Sasha’s delectable attentions. If she wanted to watch, then let her, I thought. Somehow, the idea of her watching Sasha engage me, aroused me further. And, I began to explore in my mind, possibilities of how the situation could be played further, while still keeping Annette at arms distance.
Studying her, as Sasha settled into position, I noted that she had her feet up in the chair, with her bent knees almost at her head level, with her legs spread as wide apart as the arms of the recliner permitted. Her right hand was down in the front of her yoga pants, and her left massaged her ample right breast through the skin-tight, stretch fabric of her top. Her erect nipple protruded against the stretch fabric that outlined its pointed tip. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were at that moment closed.
As Sasha settled into position, gazing directly at my throbbing cock, she began to caress the tops of my thighs. Annette opened her droopy eyelids, looking directly into my eyes. There was no shame or embarrassment reflected there. Only a hungry, longing, and purely sexual lust.
“I want to see your tits.”, I said aloud, my voice graveling over the words with my state of arousal.
Sash repositioned her knees to brace herself, and crossed her wrists at her waist line, pulling her skin-tight top over her head. Shaking out her hair, she tossed the stretchy top to the side. Putting her hands under her enormous breasts, she slowly massaged them, lifting them, and holding them forward for my view. As she continued to writhe her upper body and massage her tits, she pinched each of her freakishly large, dark brown nipples, bringing them to full erection.
Behind her, Annette mimicked Sasha, leaning forward, and pulling her tight top over her head, casting it aside. She also began massaging her cute tits, pinching her light tanned colored nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her long blonde hair spilled over her smooth shoulders, and across her pert breasts. Her right hand crept back toward her waist, then beneath the waist band of her tight yoga pants. Sasha leaned forward and presented her gorgeous tits to either side of my pulsing cock, surrounding it with her magnificent cleavage, as she eyed the glistening drop of precum that perched at its tip.
“Pull your yoga pants down to just under your ass cheeks.”, I requested.
“You want me to pull them off Babe?”, Sasha asked.
“No. I replied with a raspy voice. “Just under your ass, like I said.”
“Sure, Babe,”, she cooed, reaching to her waist band, and pulling the stretchy material down around her hips. Her movement pulled her tits across, and then off of my cock, sending an electric jolt through my pelvis almost as though an ejaculation was beginning. My cock wobbled as her huge breasts pulled away, and then the initial jolt of excitement settled.
Over Sasha’s shoulder, Annette stuck her thumbs into the sides of her waistband and began inching her skin-tight yoga pants lower. As they cleared her ass cheeks, I spotted her dark brunette landing strip, that was almost identical to Rosita’s. Evidently, she hadn’t yet matched her carpet color to her drapes. The view also confirmed my initial suspicions that her natural hair color was brunette.
Sasha settled back in, and wrapped her left hand around the base of my cock, gripping it firmly.
“I’m going to give this cock the time of its life.”, she moaned at me, looking into my eyes with her own eyes almost glazed over. Turning her attention back to my cock, she slowly licked her lips.
“I love it when you lick your lips like that!”, I growled at her. She glanced up at me and then refocused her eyes on my pulsing cock, and slowly licked her lips several times over. Behind her, Annette’s eyes were fixed on me, and they began that strange sparkling thing that she did with them, and her tongue slipped out the side of her mouth as she began also licking her lips in a hot, seductive manner.
Sasha dipped her head suddenly, and quickly flipped her tongue across the head of my cock, causing me to gasp, and my breath to seethe between my teeth. Then she raised her head, smiling at me with a mischievous smirk.
“You’re going to tease me as much as you can stand yourself, aren’t you?”, I said rhetorically. Sasha turned her smirking smile into a grin, and winked at me. Over her shoulder, Annette looked at me with smoldering, seductive eyes, slowly nodding her head, and curled her lips into almost a sneer, as if to send the message, that I had no idea of the degree of teasing that she had in mind.
“Pleasure yourself with your right hand.”, I almost blurted, now instructing both women. They both reached for their crotch, but with difficulty, due to the positioning of their yoga pants’ waist band.
“Babe, these fucking yoga pants have to go. I can’t move.”, Sasha reasoned with me.
“No.”, I immediately responded without conscious thought. “I love your naked legs, but you look hot in that skin-tight fabric too. Just take them off of one leg and leave them pulled up on the other. Then, your legs will be naked, and wrapped in the skin-tight pants.” Sasha giggled and stood up, bending over to pull down her yoga pants so that she could pull the one leg out. Annette rose from her chair and did the same.
Sasha pulled out her right leg to bare, while Annette stripped her left. Each woman then pulled the fabric of the remaining clothed leg back up to the top of their thigh. I watched, mesmerized, as I always was, by Sasha’s magnificent tits, swaying and swinging when she bent over. Her tits are the stuff that dreams are made of. That’s for sure.
Annette’s breasts were gorgeous, and perky, with nipples that every woman wishes they had, while Sasha’s were freakishly over the top, with their size and huge dark brown nipples. Even so, I was always mesmerized by Sasha’s uniquely fabulous tits. Tonight, I was totally engrossed with the breasts, and views, presented by both women. Splitting my attention between the two of them was difficult but extremely pleasurable. It was difficult to tear my eyes off of one of them, to look at the other, until my eyes fell on the other, then the difficulty in shifting my eyes started over again. I suppose this situation is a fair example, of being tortured by pleasure.
Sas
ha placed her hands back on my knees, and knelt again between my legs, spreading her knees apart. Then, sliding her right hand again toward her crotch, she reached once more, with her left, for my fully erect cock. As she began stroking my cock, ever so slowly, with a light gentle touch of her left hand, she cupped her right over her pussy and began massaging her labia and mons. She tilted her head back, with her eyes closed as she seemed to bask in the pleasure of the moment.
Annette, after pulling the yoga pant leg back up her right leg, had again sat down in the chair, but only midways of the seat cushion, slumping her back against the recliner’s tall back, and resting her chin almost on her chest. Instead of leaving her feet on the floor, she had spread her legs wide, lifting them high above the arm rests, attracting my gaze. Then, she slowly lowered her legs, draping each one over an arm rest of the recliner that she occupied, effectively putting her pussy, as the front and center show piece, of her displayed body that was now completely naked, except for the one clothed right leg. Except for her dark brunette landing strip, her pussy was bare. Her labia, which were exceptionally large compared to my three women’s, were laid open to either side of her pussy, with the inner lips visible and slightly parted.
At the time, I had no thought about what I had just instructed the two women to do, or why. My direction to them, had spurted from somewhere deep in my mind, and flowed out in my words to them, totally without conscious thought. Later when I reflected on this scene of events, I wondered if subconsciously, I was trying to force Annette to maintain her dignity as partially clothed, while still satisfying my own base desire to enjoy her full nakedness. Or maybe, it was to ease some guilt pangs, that I may have harbored, about sexually engaging her in this manner. I didn’t figure it out then, and I still haven’t until this day. But, the whole odd scene, as it evolved, was still one damn, hot turn on!