Whatever these women wanted they would take. And whatever they wanted, he would give it to them.
Una kissed him once he was fully spent. Her fingers ran through his hair, slid down over his ear. She traced circles around its outer edge.
He looked into her eyes. Even in the semi-darkness of the room, they still sparkled. Again he felt helpless.
‘Have we finished with him yet?’ Una said to Gloria.
Gloria giggled behind him. Her finger was still embedded in his anus. He tried to wriggle off.
‘Not so fast,’ Gloria said against his ear. ‘Didn’t you hear what Una said? We haven’t finished with you yet.’
‘Greedy girls,’ he said. ‘What do you want now?’
Their bodies became like clothes that fitted a little too tightly.
‘We’re going to give you exactly what you deserve.’
They stretched his arms over his head and tied his wrists to the towering posts of the cast iron bed.
A sudden worry crossed his mind. ‘Is this going to hurt?’
‘Not much.’ It was Gloria who answered.
He began to struggle.
Una laid her hands on his chest. Her lovely face came close to his.
‘Don’t worry, darling. Lie back and enjoy it, there’s a good boy. If you don’t, Una will smack your naughty bottom or stick things into it that it just won’t like!’
Gloria got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He could hear her using the lavatory.
When she came back, she held a long, orange-coloured bottle in one hand.
‘What’s that?’ he asked as she took out the stopper.
‘Oil,’ murmured Una as she flicked her fingers at his hair and kissed his brow. ‘Don’t look so worried. It really is only oil.’
His lips suddenly felt incredibly dry. He ran his tongue over them. They did not improve.
Gloria’s fingers fastened around his limp weapon.
He groaned. ‘Oh, no! Not again!’
The girls cuddled up to him.
‘But darling, you’ve had what you came for. Now what about us?’ Una exclaimed.
‘That’s right, darling,’ added Gloria. ‘You might think it’s just fun going to bed with two women, but every pleasure has to be paid for. Two women are hard work – as you, my darling, are about to find out!’
To his great surprise, his stiffness returned. Una and Gloria stroked his purple-veined protrusion which was already delivering a spit of salt-laden juice from its throbbing head.
Despite his fear of not being able to perform – because fear was really what it was all about – he found himself murmuring with pleasure. Their hands were all over him, stroking his chest, his belly, nibbling at his ears, his neck and his throat.
Una’s mouth covered his and suppressed the groan that accompanied Gloria’s nibbling of his balls. He could feel her soft cheeks against his inner thighs, her nose against his stem.
Strong and newly virile, his penis stood up. Chest heaving, he watched as Una got astride his pelvis and lowered herself onto his phallus. Slowly but surely, the whole length was gobbled up by her body.
Beyond her he could se Gloria bent between his thighs, her bottom high in the air, her teeth still nibbling at his balls as Una rode his stem.
The urge to catch up with her and fill her with his semen was extremely powerful, but he was not given the chance.
‘My turn!’ he heard Gloria cry.
They swapped places.
Ben knew he was being used, but could do nothing to stop it – not that he wanted to.
The lips of Gloria’s plump pussy slid down over his length.
He groaned with pleasure as Una lifted his leg and began licking from his scrotum and into his crack.
‘Give me more,’ he heard Gloria say.
He tried to protest. ‘Girls, I can’t take much more.’
They ignored him and spoke to each other.
‘Is he letting you down?’ Una asked Gloria.
‘This stud is not doing his best,’ Gloria responded.
Una sighed. ‘Oh dear. Then I’ll have to deal with it. Now let’s see if I can find his ‘g’ spot again.’
Ben cried out and arched his back as Una’s finger pushed into his anus. She did not ease it in, testing to see if it pained or pleasured him. She pushed it straight in up to the hilt so that his hips rose from the bed and his penis rammed home more fiercely into Gloria’s accommodating vagina.
Because the response was so fierce, he could not stop the vessel that ran the length of his penis from filling up with fluid. Neither could he stop it from racing to the tip of his shaft and spilling like foaming milk into the waiting Gloria.
He groaned when Una said she wanted him to fuck her too.
‘Oh come on, Ben. Isn’t this what threesomes are all about? Everyone getting what they want?’
Still tied to the bed, he did as she required as best he could, though the sight of her ass and his penis disappearing between her cheeks did go some way to help.
Hours later – though it seemed longer to him – they finally untied him.
‘We’ll rest for now, and try again later.’
That was their plan, but it wasn’t his. Once they were asleep, he eased himself out from in between them, ostensibly to go to the bathroom.
His clothes were where he’d left them. The girls were still sleeping. He was out of there.
‘Two’s company, three’s a …’ The usual phrase was that three was a crowd. In his threesome fantasy it was the girls who did the work.
On weary legs, his penis sleeping like a squashed giblet in his pants, he exited stage left.
Threesomes, he decided, were a bloody nightmare!
French Top-up
By Alicia Carter
‘Very unusual name, Tissy,’ François said, gently placing a cup of coffee in front of me. ‘I’ve not heard that before.’ His deep French tones were already sending shivers down my spine, making my body tingle all over. He smiled warmly as he took a sip from his cup.
‘When I was really young, six or seven maybe,’ I said, smiling appreciatively at my coffee, ‘I started hating my real name – Sissy – which believe me, led to no end of teasing.’ I leaned forward to pick up my cup, admittedly further forward than I needed to, just so I could offer him a good look down the top of my loose-fitting blouse. In the coffee table reflection I saw his expression change – he was staring straight down it! I lingered for a moment, absent-mindedly turning the cup handle, allowing him a longer peek at my breasts, which were completely exposed after removing my bra outside his apartment door. I grasped my coffee cup and quickly sat up. Disappointment! Not even a touch of embarrassment on his face. I guess plenty of girls had flirted with him over the years – but I’m more determined than any of them! I slowly uncrossed my bare legs, allowing them to drift apart a few inches, pulling my short skirt perilously high on my lap.
‘I tried Missy for a bit,’ I continued, as if I hadn’t just opened my legs for him, ‘until I understood the spoiled brat connotation. Then I misheard a friend shouting Tissy, Tissy ... and I sort of liked it.’
He smiled warmly back at me, ‘Very good, very good.’ Up close, he was much more attractive than I’d expected. I’d seen him strolling around campus a few times, and had watched him from the sidelines, playing squash with a guy on my course. Now, sat here right in front of me, he looked absolutely gorgeous. I’d been told he was around 46, which made sense, as he exuded a lifetime’s worth of confidence and experience. The elegant way he moved, and his smooth calm tones were very appealing. The fact that he’d maintained his dignity despite five minutes of concentrated flirting told me I had a real challenge on my hands – time to pick things up a bit I think!
‘So an exchange, with Paris University for six weeks, to study ...’
‘... The Future of Modern Digital Media,’ I replied proudly.
‘Ah, very ... good.’ He’d hesitated because I’d leant forward again to p
ut my coffee cup down. Only this time I’d gone down much further, under the pretence of a problem with my shoe that I just had to sort.
‘Sorry, an itch,’ I lied. My blouse now hung low enough for him to take in the full shape of my breasts, and my painfully erect nipples. I shifted a few times, making my breasts wobble, keeping his eyes firmly glued to them.
‘So I was looking to top-up my French a little before heading off,’ I said, still apparently struggling with my shoe, pleased as punch his eyes were still staring down inside my blouse. Better still, I saw a generous-looking swelling grow in his trousers. The thought of reaching in and exposing his cock was making me wet between the legs.
‘Will you do it for me?’ I gasped, a little cheekily.
He snapped his head up quickly, and for the first time looked a little self-conscious. ‘Of course I will ... do it for you.’ I could see him wince at his own words.
‘What shall we do first?’ I said, keeping the suggestive talk going, and elegantly flicking back my long silky hair. He crossed his legs, seeming to be in some discomfort.
‘We’ll start simple,’ he said quickly, clearly keen to get on with the tuition, to keep us both distracted. ‘I’ll shout out in English, and you translate … en français. Oui?’ I just nodded, feigning a nervous smile. He laughed back, trying to relax me a little – but I was more relaxed, more in control, than he could ever imagine.
‘OK, here we go. Coffee.’ His voice clear and commanding.
‘Café ... easy.’ I slapped my bare legs playfully.
‘Decaffeinated coffee.’
‘Café ... décaféiné?’ The pause for pronunciation just for show.
‘Good. OK. How about ... I have travellers’ cheques?’
‘Shit, I need to sort those,’ I said to myself, genuinely irritated. ‘Umm ... J’ai les chèques-voyage.’
‘Excellent.’ He seemed genuinely pleased with my pronunciations. ‘OK, let’s try out a few simple phrases.’
‘Great, thanks,’ I said enthusiastically, while reaching forward once more for my coffee cup. His expression dropped, and I’m sure his heart was racing in anticipation. I let him take in another view of my naked breasts, but only for a moment this time, before sitting up straight. Then with my eyes locked to his, I brought the coffee cup up to my lips and drank deeply from it, allowing a little of the warm fluid to leak from my mouth and trail down my chin and neck. I arched my body right back as I emptied the cup, pushing my chest out towards him. With a hand around my back, I pulled the blouse material tight, so my naked breasts pressed hard against the thin material, stretching it rudely, showing off their delicious curves. My aching nipples poked hard against the cotton, showing him in no uncertain terms how turned on I was. I heard him gulp. For my pièce de résistance, while my body was arched right back, I allowed my legs to slowly drift steadily apart, revealing more and more of my milky-white inner thighs. As they parted, my skirt rode up to reveal – and I’m sure he must have nearly come in his pants at this – that I wasn’t wearing any panties, and that I was completely shaven bar a tiny bit of hair shaved into a heart shape – which also resembled an arrow pointing straight down to my hot wet slit.
‘I’m ready,’ I purred suggestively, replacing the empty coffee cup, relishing the look of horror on his face. For a few moments, he was dumbstruck.
He was flustered, ‘From what I’ve … heard you say so far, I think you should be fine in Paris.’ He glanced nervously at his watch, while his other hand fixed further discomfort in his trousers.
‘Please,’ I said innocently, closing my legs just a little bit, as if it had all been a misunderstanding on his part. ‘I really need topping up.’ His eyes flicked up and down my body as he desperately decided what to do.
‘OK,’ he said finally, having found some calm. ‘What about a few simple phrases, Tissy?’
‘That would be very useful, thanks, François.’
‘Very good! Here we go,’ he said quickly, indicating we were going to up the pace, probably to keep both of our minds on the job in hand. My mind already was!
‘How are you?’ he asked quickly.
‘Comment allez-vous?’
‘Where can I get some information?’ His words were simple and direct, like a teacher’s, which started a warm glow in my crotch.
‘Où peux-je ... obtenir de l’information?’
‘Is my train on time?’ he asked, as if talking to someone at a station.
Tricky one this. ‘Mon train a-t-il .... lieu à l’heure?’
‘That’s it, excellent, Tissy. Now,’ he said, his voice taking on a much more serious tone, ‘this is an extremely useful phrase.’ He kept me waiting for a moment, then said, ‘How much is a beer?’ After a tiny pause, he laughed at himself a little under his breath.
‘Combien coûte une bière?’ I laughed back, keeping the mood light.
‘How much for two beers?’ he shot straight back.
‘Combien pour deux bières. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.’ I lifted the stakes again, by idly scratching at a nipple, as if it were bugging me. When it hardened further under my touch, I wanted to play with it more. I pictured myself pinching and squeezing it through my blouse, maybe even wetting my fingers and thumbs so when I worked it some more, the material turned transparent ... but I didn’t, not yet. His eyes followed every move of my finger as it scratched away. He noticed me observing him, and quickly jerked his head up.
‘I am looking for the university,’ he choked finally, the words becoming a struggle now.
‘Je cherche l’université.’ I spoke clearly and confidently this time, leaving no trace of the uncertainty I’d faked earlier. Time to move in for the kill!
‘Excuse me, where is the restaurant?’ His forehead was coated with a thin sheen of sweat, and he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
‘Excusez-moi, où est le restaurant?’ I said ever so slowly and sexily, while sliding forward on my chair and opening my legs wider, this time completely exposing my naked crotch to his gaze. While he was struggling to form the next line in his head, I leant forward once more, so he could see my breasts again. Now his gawping eyes were torn between my heaving breasts and hot wet pussy. I slipped a hand down to my inner thigh, where I idly stroked a few fingertips on my soft flesh, slowly circling closer and closer to my crotch.
‘I would like to go to my bedroom,’ he spat quickly, just to say something, doing his best to keep his eyes locked to my face. Then a look of horror at what he’d said. I smiled back simply at his embarrassment and licked my tongue slowly around my lips, wetting them. Now he didn’t know where to look.
‘Je voudrais aller à ma chambre à coucher,’ I replied sexily, drawing out every word, as I started leaning right over the coffee table towards him.
‘I would like some decaffeinated coffee please,’ he mumbled, desperately trying to change the subject.
‘Je voudrais du café décaféiné svp.’
‘I would like some help please.’ From his expression, he really did.
‘Je voudrais de l’aide svp,’ I said perfectly, every subtlety and nuance nailed. Then I turned the tables!
‘Now it’s my turn,’ I purred sexily, stepping over the coffee table to stand straddling his legs. ‘You translate what I’m saying, François.’ Just saying his name made my pussy throb deliciously – in anticipation at what we were about to do.
‘Je voudrais,’ I said, watching him staring at my lips, ‘enlever mes vêtements.’ I felt like a goddess standing over him – immensely powerful, and full of sexual energy.
‘You, err ... I mean I,’ he gasped, ‘would like to … take my clothes off?’ His eyes flitted up and down my body like a schoolboy’s, taking in all my features, close up. I pulled out the bottom of my loose-fitting blouse, allowing him to look up inside, at my heaving breasts, which were now within his reach. I saw his lips moisten at the prospect.
‘Je voudrais votre robinet,’ I said lustfully, stroking a finger along the len
gth of the bulge in his trousers.
‘I would like your ... cock?’ he translated, overcome with emotion, but not halting my teasing his digit. I smiled affirmation, then leaned in really close, so my lips were inches from his face. He licked his lips nervously.
‘J’ai besoin de votre robinet.’ He was shocked. I’d asked him to translate I need your cock – which I did, right away! I reached down and unzipped his fly, then expertly pulled out his cock. He did nothing to stop me, as if paralysed. François’ cock was as beautiful as I’d imagined, long and thick. I moved my wanting mouth close to his, and flicked my tongue across his lips, wetting them.
‘You are very beautiful,’ he gasped, his warm breath washing over me, making me more gooey inside. ‘Vous êtes très belle,’ he repeated, this time in his native tongue.
I pressed my lips against his. ‘Embrassez-moi,’ I said, into his mouth. He did and kissed me delicately at first, then with growing, unrestrained passion. I tilted his head gently with my fingers and kissed him harder, pushing my tongue through his lips, squeezing them apart, tasting the inside of his mouth. I squatted lower, until my wet naked pussy pressed down against his stiff cock. It slipped naturally into position along my pussy, pressing my engorged lips apart, which by now were completely coated in my juices. I rocked back and fore on it, sliding along its length, but not letting him in. He was breathing hard into my mouth as we continued kissing. Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away.
‘Baisez-moi,’ he gasped, bucking his hips, sliding his cock rhythmically along the outside of my wet slit, the head sometimes rubbing deliciously across my swollen clit.
‘Oh I do want you to fuck me, François,’ I said, flashing my tongue quickly across the lips of his gaping mouth. ‘But we don’t need to rush.’
He pulled my lips to his, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, his cock still sliding effortlessly along my sopping crotch as he did. I closed my eyes for a moment, delighting in the deep guttural heat growing in my belly that would soon build to an almighty climax.
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