a 15 minute read
She insists that we take her car. I wouldn't mind having my ride with me but I can always send out for it if needed. Driving assist features on modern cars have rendered the driving experience's interactivity obsolete. I take the back seat of the coupé. Somehow I feel trapped but never feel threatened. The girls are all laughs - naturally. Not a single care in the world. They are fully aware that all of their needs are being completely taken care of and in a timely manner to boot. Safe out of harm's way, every action returning minimal risk. They know what's going to happen.
What they don't know is how exactly it's going to go down.
Even I am not sure how it's going to go down.
Alesia is quite animated and expressive about the topic she is currently and heatedly discussing with the more restrained, due to operational circumstance, Constance, who insists in woman-handling the vehicle all over the silver plated road. My presence has been expertly forced in the background. I can't really hear what they are saying and indeed I do not care to find out. I'm extremely busy night-dreaming a world of luxury, mine that is. Alesia swings her head around, long straight dirty blonde locks swish an inch from my face. She stares at me tentatively for a good ten seconds. If our present setting was to be the beach she would have definitely slid her sand crusted black shades halfway down the rim of her nose, just so that she could cinematographically shoot me with the mellow brown of her eyes.
This is all about commandment, control, in this instance dominance via the guilty pleasure of unbridled sexual satisfaction.
Casanova once said "I do not conquer, I submit". I won't doubt the practicality of this approach, it is almost certain that it did work for this lonely troubadour of sugary lies. Women though, do not like to appear as if they are the ones that are choosing, even if by all means and as an articulate human being will ultimately pick a course of preference. Submitting should appear as evidence of their choosing and as such should be unwanted. All that remains is the real alternative of conquering. Conquerors chose and their victims have no blame and no calling to shame. Seduction made easy. Just do everything yourself. Take ALL the blame.
"My place, her place, your place, someplace!?", her eyebrows wriggle slightly as she laughs. Constance is scanning the rear view mirror in anticipation of my response.
"Place crawl. We'll mark the one which brings us faster into a collective climax and abuse it until the end of time!" Constance giggles. Her eyes are constantly fixed upon the road unless she is checking me out through the rear view projection, which actually happens quite often. Alesia hums reprimandingly and withdraws her body and attention, reverting to a forward silent position. I kick the back of Constance's seat.
"Hey..!", her voice comes long and sweet over the car's monotonous hum.
"Yours", I say and stretch my arms over the back seat.
"Yeah baby...", she murmurs softly, and turning towards her codriver licks her lips and clicks her tongue. Alesia doesn't appear to be as lively as before. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, but the particulars of general affairs are rarely of my concern nowadays. I return to my silence and witness the orbiting street lights flash past my window, soon enough the car slides into the underground parking lot. I'm the last to get out and the first to exit the elevator into Constance's condominium. I'm the last to ask for a drink and the first to slip into the purple quilted Olympic Queen sized bed. For ten minutes I'm the sole bedroom occupant. I might as well fall asleep, instead of waiting for their lace clad asses to swing forward into action. Lazily, I toy around with the light controls, in a calculated attempt to adjust the overall mood of the room into something akin to my taste. It's not long after I have safely settled into the sheets and quilts that both girls enter the room dressed exclusively in perfectly matching two-piece white-blue satin baby dolls.
They are holding hands. They look at me scanning them, top to bottom and immediately switch postures. Constance's right arms wraps itself comfortably around Alesia's lower back and pulls her closer to her. She tilts her head to the side and leans it playfully on her shoulder. Alesia's taller physique stands in matching contrast with Constance's smaller, plumb shape. I feel like a judge on a talent show. Two sets of identical bra's act as curb feelers for two sets of completely different of boobs. One pair is small, perky about the size of an average orange, the other large, imposing, proper melon sized. Alesia's arm scoots over her partner's chest and lightly starts caressing the exposed flesh. In response, Constance begins to lightly kiss Alesia's shoulder, working her way around the shoulder strap which magically disappears after a few seconds, exposing just enough flesh to keep the creative juices of my imagination flowing. In my mind the two girls are already voraciously fucking each other on the very bed I'm currently occupying, and I'm witnessing myself sitting by their side, like the valiant vociferous conductor that I am, orchestrating their every move, instructing the execution of the godliest of acts. Alesia's head tilts backwards, neck clearly exposed, eyes closed, poised towards the gates of an overtly sensational paradise. I can hear her moans, rising softly through the hallowed church of lust that is her sleek slender body. I'm waiting, edging for the madness of passion to overcome both entities, I'm calculating in my mind the force of the sexual explosion that will consume both bodies once the fires of licentiousness are firmly lit by friction alone. As if in direct knowledge of my most intimate thoughts, Alesia swivels her head down and grabs Constance's head with both palms, bringing it closer and at the right position to engage in an animalistic bout of face eating.
My visions appear to take form in front of me. Tongues move swiftly in and out of mouths, cheeks glisten under the soft afterglow of expertly placed spotlights, moistened and tendered, moans and sighs betraying the extremity of their contentment reach my ears, tantalising my soul which begins to loudly request the input of satiation.
"Come here!"
My command is issued but I acknowledge no response. The girls are knee deep in French kissing the hell out of each other, shoulders and tummies are now fully exposed, power-hungry hands fondle and pinch breasts and hardened covered nipples. In an unsuspecting moment, Alesia pulls away from Constance's tight embrace, grabs her by the shoulders and forces her on her knees. Like lighting, she grabs the back of her head and in tantalising slow motion, she directs it straight to her nether region while constantly maintaining strong, direct, lustful eye contact with me.
I decide to pay her back using the exact same token so I slide my right arm under the covers and begin to slowly tuck away at my warmed up but still not fully up to speed cock. I make sure that each movement is visible without being implicit and I push, using the same lustful look my never-ending stream of erotic projections into her melting brown eyes.
Constance seems to be really enjoying her new found position of delegated power. I see her white arms slide quickly around Alesia's exposed tanned buttocks, lifting the frayed ends of her dress high enough for me to witness the immense plains of broiling un-occluded flesh. She squeezes and pulls Alesia's buttcheeks apart and from where I'm sitting I'm getting clear visions of her arsehole as it stands liberated, wide open under the veil of dimmed electrical light. My own stroking automatically becomes faster and in a second is synchronised with Constance's advances over her partner's rear end. She appears to be ablaze, pushing forward into Alesia's still dressed up cunt, reminiscing of a wild animal gnawing away at it's still alive, but now docile prey. Pants and growls accordingly emanate from her muffled mouth, her tongue shoots violently forward, a small flat wet erect penis locked in a deadly strife for possession, insertion into a wondrous moistened cunt. She is the taker now, fighting for dominance over a castled object of denied desire. Alesia's hands travel down at waist level, her fingers slowly and majestically roll tightly around Constance's wrists. The victim longs for a pretend escape and at the same time desires annihilation but it's evident that the secret must not be allowed to surface, not at a moment where pretenses still contribute a heavy part in arousing lust and desire. Alesia's body shakes as she is trying to break free and at the same time remain, in place, under examination, her whole being scrutinised, analysed, dissected into creating the perfect modicum of pure pleasure. She tries to force Constance's hands into breaking away from the fervent grasp that consumes her ass, she reciprocates by pulling Alesia's trembling pelvis further into contact with her own face, her hawkish nose bending against stretched underground velvet. Alesia throws her head back and lets out one long, crawling sustained howl. The kill is complete. She starts to gyrate a little faster each moment until and with sudden explosive force detaches herself from the sexual leach marching forward into her breach. Constance falls backward and lands on her round soft bum, extends her arms behind her back to stabilise herself on the ground and lets her head roll back in synchronised motion with the movement of her body. From where I'm lying I can see her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her eager open mouth, her tongue flaying around, smacking violently against her dry lips. A shaking trembling body is towering over her now. I can't really see what Alesia is doing at the moment, my attention has been captivated, mesmerised by the snake-like apparition that is this white plum straight haired woman's maddened tongue. My cock is right about the touch and go, my hand is in tight grip of the controls, my mind has been stalled on a continuous rerun of the same imagery. Something resembling a thickened rain cloud crashing down the steep hillside of a mountaintop falls on Constance's skyward face. There is no way in my present condition to correctly discern the particulars of this happening and it's not until Alesia's long tanned legs cross into my field of vision that I have a chance to concentrate. Constance's left arm starts slowly travelling upwards as I momentarily regain enough focus to understand that what has fallen over Constance's flushed face is Alesia's white satin panties.
I have long ago taught myself the never-failing technique of remaining true to the spinning reel of flaming fantasies frantically boiling inside my head, but right now I feel caught by surprise. Those two towering legs seem to vibrate in a peculiar oscillatory pulse, transmitted energy keeping me steadfastly transfixed on them. My gaze begins to travel upwards, following the natural curve of Alesia's right shin at exactly the same rate of climb as Constance's hand maintains as it travels towards the panties overlaying her facial curves. I'm well past the shin and travel cyclically around the knee, before I commence my slow caressing ascend along the velvety inside of her thigh when a solid flash of thought containing a spectacular freeze-frame shot of Alesia's unfolded, unbridled pussy enters my mind.
Right there and then I see her fingers drawing the curtains wide open, revealing the opened gate, and Constance sees, the first sight after pulling the undergarment off her face, a silver stream come gushing down on her, pulsing light refracting through, contributing a golden yellow hue into its sleek pouring body.
Alesia's outpouring stream of hot steamy piss falls straight into Constance's open moaning mouth, washing her frolicking tongue clean of any past ailment. My cock is now magnanimously hard.
As if flagged a “Go” sign from an invisible marshal, I kick the sheets high up in the air and jump out of bed. Constance's head resides in perfect vertical alignment with my crotch, it's current state adds even more to the proximity of my desired affair. Without hesitation, I slide my valiant cock over Constance's appropriately wet lips up until my clean shaven, tight and shiny balls comfortably roll into her mouth. She takes at it with speed, precision, and passion. I find myself literally sitting upon a wet dream. Alesia drops her hand on my head and slides an index finger into my mouth. I bite her, slightly but decisively and she withdraws her advance with a pinched “oh”. My left arm flies around and manages to land a strong and firm smack on her right butt cheek for which she responds with a proper scream. Constance is grinding her lips all around my ball sack, suddenly taking one ball into her mouth and rolling her tongue firmly around it before spitting it out, ready to receive the other one. I cusp Alesia's neck with a free arm and pull her towards me. I plant a big wet kiss on her puckered lips, pull her away just for a second, just for me to see and recognise the truth transmitted by the hunger in her eyes and then return her in place beginning with big pressing strokes to consume her face. Simultaneously I yank my cock away from Constance's devouring mouth, grab it firmly by the base and aggressively slap her across the face with its unaltered hardness.
“Yeah you fucking bitch, take it, just take it!”
“Ooohhhh!!!!”
“Stick your tongue out again, lick it!”
“Mmmmmm... ooohhhh....”
“I'm going to destroy your ass, I promise you that”
“Ooohhhmmmphh”, she closes her eyes ready to commence another degradation trip. Rushing in aid and assistance I manoeuvrer my cock deep into her mouth, grab the back of her head with both palms and fervently begin face-fucking her.
“Mpphh, mmmmmmpphh..”
“I'll fucking slice your pussy right in two!!”
Her eyes are squeezed tight. Her breath is short and sharp. Her tongue slides out of her mouth, eager to accept my balls, bearing piston-driven gifts. Her arms are limp having fallen idly to the side. Her breasts are jostling hard against her still unfastened bra.
Alesia notices the discrepancy and hounding down on her partner's crouched figure tears the bra off her shaking body. Like clockwork I retract my sword and allow her body to be released on the floor. Constance rolls sideways down onto the floor and immediately Alesia wolfs in again and expertly so removes Constance's panties. Without haste, I grab her fallen legs and pull them harshly over my shoulders. My cock is oiled and ready. Constance's eyes are still closed but I cannot be retained any longer for any other establishment other than my member in consummation of her pussy. I slide myself in, lean forward and leave all my weight on her pinned body. As soon as she feels my cock in all it's established firmness she lets out a harmonically colourised scream.
“HhaaaaaAAaahhhhhhhnnnnnn ….”
I have her pinned down to the ground, constantly pounding the whiteness of her big round ass for a good three minutes. My stamina does not seem to run out and her eyes have yet to witness the describing rays of novel light. Alesia is constantly prowling around Constance's force shackled body, pulling away at her skin, licking, biting her breasts, caressing her nipples with elongated round-tipped fingers. I can sense her aching, edging for a piece or the whole of the action but I ignore her advances towards totality, instead I keep her hungry and violent by allowing her to taste snippets of sensation, a gloriously slowed down upstroke, the rough pulling of hair, an excavating middle finger down the brown holiness of a moistened arsehole. She fights for possession of my body, of my lips, my breath, my cock and it's power addled insanity but I still keep her sliding on the razor's edge, drawing satisfaction out of her unvitiated lust, provoking her, enraging her while at the same moment, the same instant, demolishing any ego border her partner had ever previously erected. Once slightly close to the end of my cycle, I stop myself dead in my tracks, pull out and push her legs off my shoulders. She falls lifelessly to her side once more, and I grab Alesia from the back of her neck again, forcing her down over Constance's pulsating arsehole.
“Lick it, eat it, stick your tongue down in there!”
Down on all fours, face squeezed between two round plum butt-cheeks, she starts to eat away on her partner's pleasure dome. I grab her dangling boobs and squeeze them tightly. She screams and pulls away, hellfire in her eyes. Without hesitation I push her away and grab her partner's pelvis drawing it closer to my already launched rocket. Skimming at the speed of light through empty space I once more encounter the desired wormhole and take a wholesome dive into it.
This time I wont be taking no prisoners, this time I want my own so I lay all the weight of my law on her and pound away for an undisclosed amount of time, frenetically drawing closer towards my very own completion, my very own, solitary climax.
She falls on me right on the culmination of the action in one last desperate attempt in forcing me to disengage, but it's already too late and I won't be put on for another second. I shake her off me, shake her partner's bum and shake my blood right into her fallen core.
She rolls over and fumes all over me.
“Take me! Fuck me!”
I raise my right hand and viciously smack Constance's ass-cheek a couple of times. She is screaming in pain, in delight, in ecstasy, in divine terror.
“Not tonight baby!”, I spit words through clenched teeth as I pull out of a cunt before forcing myself back into a mouth.
I grab her hair and push myself deep, and in there I ballistically explode.
A foreign murderous scream flies in to hail another's muffled imploding orgasm as I crane my neck at an impossible angle letting out a bellowing rolling growl.
“Grrrraaaaaarrrgghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Read the first episode in the series, Undisclosed Paradise
Read the second episode in the series, Stored Taking
Read the third episode in the series, Double Trouble Pt1
Read the fourth episode in the series, Double Trouble Pt2