“Get down on your knees, in the closet,” commanded my roommate Valerie.
Like a devoted, helpless pup, I obeyed. Her voice was wicked, strict, and dominant for such a petite little thing, who seemed sweet, gentle, and quiet. I knew before I roomed with her that she was not exactly the innocent type, like most people thought – hence the reason I had the hots for her.
She is, in fact, deliciously crazy and unpredictable.
“That’s a good, naughty school girl,” Valerie said. Her English fiancé smiled at me.
His name was Paul. He was thirty-eight years old and gorgeous. He stood at 5’10,” had a muscular build (especially his abs and legs), had blue-green eyes, fine, silver-fox hair, and the most charming smile and seductive “fuck me” English accent. He and Valerie had been dating for five years; engaged for about a year. His coming all the way to America from London this time around was planned to become something extra-special. It was not just to be a visit to see his fiancée – they were out to fulfill one of his deeply sought fantasies: to have sex on a college campus with not just one, but two schoolgirls.
I was dazed and by the raw sex in his eyes, and had been all evening. With every stolen glance, I observed the confident bulge in his pants, the snicker on his lips as he watched Valerie and I kiss in the restaurant, in public. I heard the animalistic groans coming out of his mouth when he felt our wet panties from underneath our skirts as we stepped into the elevator on our way up to our dorm room floor. And Valerie, my lord, the sexual beast in her was unleashed with every grab of Paul’s crotch, every pinch on my ass, every kiss on both our lips, and every time he and I grazed our fingers on her breasts, ass, waist, and shoulders. Just one touch made her nipples hard and perky. As for me, my emotions were a ball of nervousness, eagerly anticipating the unexpected and the unknown, unraveling right before my eyes.
Finally, down on my knees in front of them, I felt nothing but courage.
“Open your mouth,” Valerie demanded.
She stood over me, her panty-covered pussy just inches from my face. She turned around, her back facing towards me, bent over, and flipped her flirtatious little skirt up over her ass. She pulled her panties down very slowly. As her panties touched the tops of her thighs, Paul pulled the cheeks of her ass open. Ever so slightly, her pussy lips gaped for me, showing how moist and glistening her pinkness was. She pulled her panties down, stepping out of them gracefully. She turned back around to face me, sniffing her pussy on her panties.
I was shaking with excitement. She thrust my head back by my hair, not hard, but assertively. My mouth naturally opened as she held her filthy panties to my lips; I instantly smelled the perfume of her strong scent on the flimsy material. She balled her panties and pushed them into my mouth, shoving them in so that they gagged me completely. With every breath I took, her aroma rushed into my nostrils, filling me with an ecstasy that I’ve never felt before with anybody else.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy,” Paul said, petting my head.
“Face your back towards us, Lovely.”
As I turned to the wall of the closet, a sparkling vinyl blue collar was put around my neck. There was a tinkling bell on it, ringing with the smallest of my tender movements. The cold leash attached to the D-ring that was slithered down between my warm and my trembling thighs – it sent cool electrical currents through my skin. I became their little sex pet, their minxy sex kitten, just as they wanted, the sexy fuckers.
“I can already tell how horny she is,” Paul cooed from behind me, grabbing my long ponytail and sliding off the hairband, forcing my hair into a wild banshee mess. A chill shivered down my spine as his fingers tapped a pathway to my thighs, brushing against my ass cheeks, and then up my skirt, fondling my moist panties. He quivered with excitement, but didn’t say a word. His growl buzzed against my neck; he bit down into it, teeth trying to penetrate my skin, tugging and pulling, but gently. He only wanted to give me one of the infamous hickies that Valerie has bragged about and flaunted all evening. The man sure knew how to add just the right amount of pressure to his vigorous suckling and nibbling; it made me kick my head back with closed eyes, letting out a soft cry from my lips, my pussy pulsing, wanting more of him.
“Doesn’t it feel good, my sweet?” Valerie said as she watched.
“The best…” I replied, deep of breath.
“I told you so.”
I was gone, lost in his mouth gripping my flesh, suckling harder, growling deeper like a wolf, feeling the pressure, him pulling my hair, and yanking my head back when he was done. He let my neck go. The hicky mark burned as if I was just branded; he left me with a scar as a reminder that I was enslaved.
Moaning huskily with satisfaction, he stripped off my plain black skirt and replaced it with a red plaid skirt, snugly fit at my waist.
“Our naughty school girl,” he whispered, licking my ear. I nearly melted right there and then. “It’s time for your punishment.”
That voice, as thick and smooth as honey, made me submit entirely to his every word, with no hesitation, no fears. Just trust.
“Stand up,” Valerie snapped.
She slipped a sheer, hot pink garter belt up to my hips. I lifted up my legs, one at a time, as Paul dressed them into a pair of white stockings, adjusting the garter straps with one quick snap, awing at how cute I looked in them. Valerie slid my red tank top off from over my head, replacing it with a simple, white blouse fit for the perfect, charming school girl.
“Sit back down.”
I fell on my knees, noticing her take off one of her black stockings. Before I could even steal a glance at her bare, muscle toned leg, she put the stocking over my eyes, blindfolding me, tying it in a knot behind my head.
Darkness.
The lack of sight intensified my senses, making me sensitive to every touch and every sound. I heard whispers, the opening of a suitcase, silence again. Hands tightened around my arms. They pulled my arms up and then down, and bound them to the sides of my legs, a loop around my neck, around my breasts, between my legs, and tied into a knot behind my back.
I couldn’t move. the bondage was tight and cleverly structured. I breathed heavily through my nose, smelling Valerie’s juices in the panties that grew more ripe and delicious inside my watering mouth.
Paul and Valerie closed the door. I was alone, in darkness. I wished I could see it all, but I could damn well hear it: Paul slamming Valerie against the closet door, as if they were in a domestic fight, hearing her cry, sexual tension at last released, and then silenced with their passionate kissing, aggressive groaning, and tongue fucking. They created an earth-quake like shake against the closet. As the banging grew faster and louder against the door, my breathing quickened; how nasty, how perverted, how naughty, how cruel this was, I thought. I had never imagined that something this wicked could turn me on. I was gyrating my hips against the rope between my legs, squeezing my thighs together, putting pressure on my clit to try and bring myself to orgasm. My cunt pulsed like my heart beat, fast and hyper, releasing a gush of my warm liquid honey into my already sticky crotch. My hips rocked back and forth, trying to taste more of Valerie’s hot, wet juices. I could hear them louder and clearer, and I visualized them in the darkness: Paul clenching onto Valerie with her legs over his shoulders, pressing and holding her against the door, his lethal fat and throbbing eight-inch cock penetrating her pinkness, pounding her with a vengeance. It had been so long since they fucked; she was cock hungry, he was cunt starving, and they both created raw and obnoxious sex sounds with every ounce of pleasure that ran through their veins.
With each pound and thrust, they were in complete unison, hip to hip, beautifully in tune. I was oozing wet hearing and imagining more of it: Valerie slamming her head back into the door, massaging her clit with one hand and pulling Paul’s hair with the other, trusting him not to drop her as they were consumed in their overwhelming fuck. It didn’t take long for Valerie to scream, declaring her orgasm, the loudest I’ve ever heard from her, and Paul pressed her harder against the door, holding her there, as he came inside his cock’s majestic, cushiony-pink home. He was panting and breathing heavily, but not the least bit exhausted; this was only the appetizer.
My pussy-fluid gushed more heavily after their orgasm. They could probably smell it, the strong and musty aroma of my sex was trapped in this closet. It was getting warm in here, my skin was sparkling in sweat. Behind the closed doors I could smell Valerie’s luscious creamed cunt, dripping with cum. I shuddered, struggling to unloosen my rope bondage, just for the fun of it, even though I truly didn’t want to. The darkness, the mystery, and the anticipation made me feel at home in their perverted world. They left me their waiting, playing their sexy games. I could only imagine what they were doing without me: ass smacking, finger pounding, nipple biting, and a whole lot more tongue sucking and quickie fucking. The sounds of it continued.
Finally, they stopped.
“Let’s get dressed. Our school girl has been in there long enough.”
I heard the kind of sweet giggling and smooching that two lovers make after they make love. These noises grew into the blatant, wet, love-sounds of oral sex, obnoxiously loud, lush, and slippery. They kept me waiting on purpose. I took advantage of the time, making myself cum again with the rope scarring into my pussy.
Then the sound of their zippers sliding up signified that they were ready to release me. The door was opened, my blindfold was undone, and I could finally see the light.
The hot and heavy stench of sex hit me with a punch, but it was Valerie’s outfit that blew me away. I had never seen her dressed in anything this smoking hot: black fishnet stockings, shiny six-inch heeled black pumps, a black vinyl flared skirt, black vinyl gloves, secretary-style glasses, and a cream white Basque that perfectly accentuated and hugged every curve of her body and her full, engorged breasts. Her long, straight black hair was let down her back, slicked with a few beads of sweat at the front, and her makeup was subtle: mascara on her lashes and raspberry red lipstick, plumping up those thick and juicy lips. Her cocoa-brown skin glistened with more sweat, as hot as steam. The moisture beautifully brought out the taught and well-defined muscles on her arms and legs.
Staring up at her from my fetal position, gawking like a fool, she gave me the dirtiest of smiles as she tightly gripped two black and blue leather floggers in her hands. I found myself immediately afraid and intimidated by the seductive leather and the sharp tipped tendrils, filled with bite and sting that would equally match the poison of Valerie’s venom.
Smacking my cheeks, she smiled. “Hello, pretty girl.” Her lips pressed against mine and she tongued the panties, tasting herself.
Paul sat on the bed, staring at his college girls, wearing a business suit. Men, whether young or old, are ridiculously suave and handsome in a suit, and Paul was no exception. He exuded elegance, exciting sex, and dominance, all mixed into a seemingly innocent package. His hair was brushed back, smooth and clean. I could smell a light splash of cologne on his vanilla skin that only glorified the scent of his lover on his body. The smell of him, the smell of her, and the sight of both of them, a dominant duo, brought a new rush of intoxicating pleasure into the core of my being. Even without Valerie’s hot panties in my mouth, I was speechless.
“Did we keep you waiting long, sex pet?”
I nodded, releasing a heaving moan through her now saliva-soaked panties.
“What a patient girl you are,” she smiled, caressing the line of my jaw and patting my cheek. “Ooh, I can tell that you’ve been struggling in this rope.”
She went down on her knees and untied me. “Oh my, look at these pretty pink marks on your white skin.”
When she licked her lips, I sensed that she could tell that I had been playing with myself too; her eyes said “I could smell your cunt even with the closet shut.” The ropes slivered off of my body, leaving pale red lines behind on my legs and in my inner thighs as a reminder of how much I struggled.
“Aren’t they beautiful,” she cooed, kissing the marks, cherishing the work that she and Paul had done so far without even touching me.
“Now, time for you to get out of this fucking closet. The Master needs you…”
She grabbed the handle of the leash roughly, leading me out of the closet on all fours like a dog about to be punished. The bell on my collar rang as I crawled; our suitemates could probably hear it clearly through the paper-thin walls.
“Mmm there she is, one of my favorite school girl sluts.” Paul grinned, his eyes were so deceiving. It was hard to tell if he was in lust, eager to fuck me, or playing it innocent, willing to be patient. I stood in front of him, doggy style, facing his crotch. I could smell it. He stared down at me, inspecting my face and its expressions of my need, my craving, and my desire for anything and everything that could wind me up into a horny catastrophe. He looked right into my eyes, hand up my skirt, curling his fingers into my panties. He soothingly massaged my rope-burned outer lips as he whispered strict and bluntly, “You are wet. So wet and fucking filthy.”
“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled in my stuffed mouth.
“Why are you wet? Was it because of me and Mistress fucking each other while you were trying to masturbate like a silly whore inside of that closet, not being able to touch?”
I nodded quickly. Valerie chuckled wickedly from behind me, teasingly trailing the tendrils of the floggers above my head, down my back, and along my barely exposed ass cheeks. It felt as soft as her fingers, as warm as her lips. Paul could sense it, almost as if he could read my mind: I wanted her to whip me, NOW!
“So, naughty school girl,” he smirked, fingering the panties further into my mouth. “Will this be the first time that you and Mistress will play with each other?”
I nodded; that was the truth, the good, but excruciating, truth.
“You’ve been waiting for awhile now, have you?” He caressed the hickey on my neck. “Now, I can reassure you that there will be no more cuddling, kissing, and teasing for you two. You may do what you will together.”
The sound of him saying those words made my pussy pulse at least a dozen times. Imagining it, the no privacy issue finally abolished, somebody to share my deepest thoughts and fantasies with, reenacted, more imaginative, mind-blowing, intoxicating, and real.
Suddenly my Mistress made me squeal in shock; she lifted up my skirt, fully exposing my ass, and lashed it with one flogger at a time, and then together. An abundance of leather tails hissed through the air, scraping into my raw flesh. Tingling, burning sensations danced on my skin, rushing through my helpless body, leaving a recurrent burn that lingered there with each continuous smack. I couldn’t tell where the flogger’s blow ended and began and the unpredictability of it made me tense and arch to its touch, causing me to scream louder. Paul grabbed my hair and pulled it, kissing my gagged mouth, moaning excitedly. His breath smelled like Valerie’s creamy juices. I was in heaven in more ways than one.
“Masturbate my fiancée, make him hard!” she hissed, choking me ever so gently with the collar by a rough tug of the leash. She pushed my face into his crotch. Paul spread his legs, forcing my face deeper into his manly scent.
“Do you feel him?” she groaned.
I could; he was semi-hard, his meat growing and throbbing against my nose.
“Trombone me you fucking slut. That will get my really hard!”
He aggressively pulled the panties out of my mouth, carelessly dropping them beside me to the floor. He got up, unzipped his pants, bent over, exposing his pale white ass.
“You better do it right,” Mistress hissed, diving deeper into her flogging-happy wrath. She forced my ass up higher in the air as she released countless sharp, stinging smacking blows, causing me to unleash a primal scream from my mouth each time. I didn’t let it distract me as I spread Master’s ass cheeks, my clit throbbing at the sight of his clean, quenched little asshole. I slapped my wiggling tongue against it; his orgasmic, animalistic reaction caused his knees to buck together and to push his ass further against my mouth. The louder his reaction, the more intense Mistress flogged me, faster and harder, pedal to the medal, my ass sore and throbbing, my nipples hard and erect, and my pussy juices flowing. My hard moaning vibrated against his asshole; Paul’s breathing quickened as I firmly gripped on his cock by the shaft, thrusting my hand up and down his wet and juicy meat, already seeping with pre-cum lubricating his foreskin. I slapped his kiwi-sized balls with my free hand, teasing the tip of his cock by pushing up the foreskin and twirling my pinky in circles between the glands. It drove him wild.
“Fuck!” Master roared. “You are doing a good job school girl, keep it going.”
As I ran my tongue in circles on his flickering asshole, slightly penetrating him, I remembered a specific fetish of his that Mistress had told me. I grabbed the panties from the floor and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock, thrusting my hand up and down in rapid, horny speed.
“Oh my God, fuck!” he squealed, his feet wobbling, sounding like he was going to come. I kept going; I wanted to make him come. Mistress’s slaps slowed down, softened, and then came at a complete halt; the floggers fell on the floor with a light smack. Mistress got down on her knees in front of my flogger-burned ass, cupping my hot and moist pussy in her warm little palms. My juices dripped on her, she played with my nectar by rubbing her fingers together.
“My lord, you are so wet,” she murmured, spreading my ass cheeks to make my pussy hole gape, revealing my pinkness. My tender pussy walls quaked when her tongue slipped inside me, touched for the very first time by a woman. My body shook with such immense pleasure. Her tongue fit perfectly inside of my pussy like a lock to a key. She worked it with deep and powerful thrusts and rapid circles, fishing out every orgasm that I could release. I wanted to let go the instant she began to eat me out, but I desperately welled up the pleasure inside of me. Her tongue was an energizer bunny, going and going and going, up, down, in circles, deep, deeper, all in slick and fluid consistency. A sea of all of our moans filled the air; I drowned in the ecstasy. While munching me, Mistress spanked my raw and sore bum cheeks, rubbing her long and slender black vinyl finger in the crack of my ass. My asshole quenched when she pushed her finger in, wrapped around it, throbbing, relaxing as she gave it a massage, enforcing more in, thrusting in and out. I moaned harder against Master’s asshole; she pushed another finger in mine. I felt like I was splitting in two; the pain made me oooh, it felt so good. I moaned and breathed heavy, loving the smooth motion of her fingers and the warmth of the vinyl inside me in contrast with my rough, wild tongue pounding on Master’s delicious ass. He arched back, shaking his butt and groaning, “That’s enough! Get on the bed school girl, Mistress, this instant!”
We tore away from each other, restless, our bodies raging with passion. We crawled on the bed, Master lying on his back, me standing above his head intentionally so he could look up my skirt and get a glimpse of my pink panties, and Mistress in front of me, giving her hips a twirl to make her skirt fly up like Marilyn Monroe. Master grunted and moaned like such a pervert, grinning, he was the king of the world. Mistress’s eyes beamed with lust; she grabbed and pulled my hair and kissed me madly, more so than she ever did before. At long last, my hands caressed the smooth and shiny vinyl flair skirt, the silkiness of her damp stockings, her plump melon-like breasts, and the soft tenderness of her face, her brown skin, warm and exquisite, igniting my fueled desire to fuck and be fucked by her. Her hands made a journey up and down every inch of my sensitive body, kissing my lips, our tongues dancing and massaging each other, moaning loud enough to be heard.
Master masturbated his cock underneath us, pants fully down, just wearing his dress shirt and coat. We could hear him, sighing excitedly and panting, overwhelmed at the sight of us as if he couldn’t believe that he lived to see this day. We made him drool and tremble over us for a little while longer, rubbing each other’s bodies from underneath our skirts. Having her hips on mine, with her vinyl-encased hands caressing and spanking my bottom, and me, caressing her silk stockings and lovely behind as well, made me want to faint and cry. I was emotionally wound up in her and her man. I sucked on her tongue, noticing that her ass cheeks were framed by a vinyl double-strap-on harness. I was really going to get it. I felt it in her penetrating eyes.
“Oh my god I so want to lick your ass, school girl,” Master cried
His nails dug into my thighs. He pulled me down to his face, my ass resting right on top. My ass smothered him and he lightly suffocated, grunting excitedly, gripping my hips. At an instant he slivered his tongue up against my asshole. His hot, wet tongue slipped on my ass cheeks, fucking my bum hole. It felt strange and foreign, since I was an anallingus virgin. Quickly, I came to love it, wiggling my hips into him, pushing my ass to his face further. Mistress eating out my pussy was explosive, but on this end, the sensation turned into fireworks. Master brought out the richest sensations from every nerve of my hole, forcefully pushing as much of his tongue that my ass would allow to fit inside. I never moaned like that before; like an animal in heat, my breath heaving, loaded with so much pleasure about to explode. Beads of sweat blossomed on my breasts and slid down to my belly button. Every welt and bruise from Mistress’s flogging turned into the most orgasmic pleasure spots on my body as Master caressed them. Moaning and crying as I gyrated my hips into him, Mistress stood over my head, scooting down a bit with her hot, glistening pussy an inch from my nose. She grabbed the leash, the loop of the handle around her wrists, and yanked my head right up into her pinkness. Finally, I could sniff it, touch it, caress it, teases it, taste it, lick it, eat it, fuck it---mmm! Her pubic hair had that nice, musty scent, groomed and trimmed to her Master’s liking. She pulled an inch of the front of her stunning harness to the side, revealing that pussy that I’ve been yearning to see. The lips were so plump, supple, and suckable. I flicked my tongue against them, tugged them with my teeth, stretching them out, suckling them like the juiciest of raisins. I moaned, engendering the softness, the moisture, the taste of her juices, salty and sweet at the same time. Running her fingers through my hair, she kicked her head back as I massaged her pubes with my fingers, her legs trembling. I was almost afraid that she couldn’t keep herself standing up when I kissed her exposed, gorgeous clit.
Master groaned, busily and attentively feasting on my asshole. Making rough and husky moans, I licked her sexy little clit, tongue fondling it, and buzzing my hums and moans into her as I scooped some of her cunt juices into my mouth. Overwhelmed with pleasure, but not ceasing to forget my own pleasure, her hands pounced on my breasts, squeezing them hard enough to make them bulge out, enforcing the nipples to perk and redden. I stroked her clit harder, teasing the head with rapid, hyper, ever-going tongue slaps. Meanwhile, I wrapped my hand around Master’s stiff cock, thrusting my hands up and down as before, but faster, remembering to give his balls some love and affection with a rub and a light spank. He responded by spanking my ass repeatedly, making it burn. All this multitasking, it made me want to come, but again, I had to hold it even if my life depended on it. I could feel it, her clit, increasingly throbbing, deliciously engorged, blood and pressure rushing to her pleasurable spot.
“You love it, don’t you, darling?” she cooed, slapping each breast one at a time. Her mission was to make my vanilla flesh turn as red as a sunburn and she accomplished it smack after smack after smack. She daintily danced her fingers across the spank marks she made, loving her screaming masterpiece. Her pussy grinded deeper into my mouth, rough and aggressive; I kept up with her pace; she gripped my ears gently, shaking, and then spilled a sharp, orgasmic cry when her fluid oozed inside of my mouth. Her juices were white and creamy; it poured inside me, washing my tongue. Before I swallowed she hurriedly kissed my mouth; we played with her nectar inside of our mouths with our tongues, all wet and sticky, mixing with our saliva.
“That’s so filthy,” Paul quivered, pushing me down low to the base of his cock.
“I want to see her little brown asshole fucked,” Mistress stated, sitting down on her knees, adjusting the harness the way it was before. Master seemed hesitant, but decided to do it for her pleasure, not solely to fulfill his own.
“Lay your back against his chest.”
As I leaned into him, she spread my ass cheeks and gripped on her man’s cock. My hand dived to my pussy; I aggressively massaged my clit. Master grabbed my breasts, squeezing my nipples between his middle and index fingers. He kissed my lips passionately as Mistress slowly guided his cock to my twitching, saliva lubricated asshole.
“Ready school girl?” he sighed. “Ready to be ass fucked?”
“Yes!” I screamed.
Light and gently, my asshole swallowed the head of Master’s veined cock. Mistress was ridiculously turned on at the sight of it: Master holding me by the thighs, creating a slow thrusting motion, inviting more of his cock deeper inside my virgin butt hole. I cried; this time I really felt like I was split in two, throbbing and pulsating, in immense pain and toppling pleasure. Mistress sat down in front of us watching, rubbing her little clit and fingering herself with two fingers wedged deep insider her pinkness, fucking it; god she was so frisky and horny. My asshole tightened around Paul’s thick and juicy cock; he grunted at the tightness, determined to tear through its stubbornness. Soon enough he forced it in deeper, inch after inch until my ass cheeks pressed against his base. The pain, as well as the pleasure, increased much more when my ass was filled; leading me to many erotic zones I’ve never been to before. He asked me if it hurt; I cried no. Everything completed me; the slow and gentle pace of his thrusting that increasingly turned savage and rapid. He pounded my anal pinkness so hard; my pussy gushed in globs of my nectar, trickling down and matting into my pubic hair. Mistress melted in her orgasmic grunts and moans, playing and slapping my breasts with her feet, which turned me on. I pushed my breasts together; tit fucking action began with her foot wedged between them, thrusting up and down---fuck! They did it! I couldn’t help it; I came. A lot. Mistress smiled, watching me explode. Afterwards she stood up and went to her clothes drawer. She took out a six inch silicon purple dildo, putting it in the O-ring of the harness, snug and fit.
“I’ve been waiting for this event forever honey,” she said to me, getting back on the bed, on her knees in front of me, holding onto the base of her silicon cock. I bit my lower lip in anticipation of her penetrating me, my pinkness wrapped around it, and me watching her fucking me to the same rhythm as her man. Master pounded me harder, breathing heavily, “Ready to be DPed, you fucking school girl fuck toy?”
“Yes!” I cried.
She spread my ass cheeks, my pussy hole gaped opened, fully creamed. My pussy was dripping and on the verge of exploding again when she slid her cock inside of it. Double penetration, non-stop arousal. Both my holes were filled, throbbing, reddened, aching, overwhelmingly pleasured and wrapped around the most perfect of cocks. I kicked my head back against Master’s shoulder, kissing Mistress’s breasts that were pressed up against my chin. Master bit down on my neck; I bit my lip, looking up at Mistress. Her hips slammed into mine with each consistently quick and powerful thrust, rubbing into all the right places inside of me. They were both going to make me cum so much and so hard. The sound of our kinky sex roaring through the air brought me there again.
“Fuck…Paul…Valerie…oh my God!”
We were all sweating, keeping up with our paces. The smell of humid sex became the new oxygen; we breathed it in and grew naturally high. Before I knew it Valerie’s breasts smothered my entire face as she came at the same time as me. She nearly passed out in pleasure; I held her up like a weak little creature, ready to pass out myself.
“Girls, I’m going to come!”
Paul pushed me off his enraged cock slowly, demanding us to open our mouths so he could feed us both. We sat down on the floor in front of his cock; his creamy nectar came gushing out in a thick stream, spilling into his lover’s mouth, filling her up, and then oozing into mine. Watching Valerie swallowing him, and her gazing at me swallowing him, was beyond sexy. We kissed each other, tasting his cum in each other’s mouths, seriously, passionately, as if we were lovers. Together, we were trying to catch our breath, thoroughly spent, and relaxed, drowning in our sea of pleasure. We were completely soaked in sweat. Even my stockings were as wet and sticky as my panties. Our costumes, which were wet, clingy, and smelling of pussy, sweat, and semen, remained on our bodies as if we were taking an intermission before the grand finale started. From the devious look in Paul and Valerie’s eyes, I knew that this was only the beginning of our first act; there was a whole lot in store for us later.
“Well ladies,” Paul grinned. “How about some Guinness to wash things down?”
“Of course,” Valerie coughed; semen was caught back in her throat, just like mine. She got some beer mugs from the kitchen of our common room. Paul, being a gentleman, poured us each a glass full. We made a toast to good sexy times, and drank.
“So Paul, are you going to tell your blokes at home about this?” I asked.
“As if they would actually believe me,” he laughed heartily.
Just for him, on our next and last evening together, we filmed our session as living proof to his friends back home in England that he truly was king.
Originally published June, 2008