“Come on, Ben,” Amy tries to convince him over the phone a week after their first date. “It’ll be fun.”
“For whom?” Ben asks since he remembered that he wanted to make her come orally, but she denied him, the tease.
“I know what you want, baby, so let me make it up to you. This time it’ll be all for you. Please? Will you meet me?” Amy begs sweetly.
Ben finds it difficult to say no when she is so adorable. “You’ve twisted my arm. Okay. Where should we meet this time?”
Hence, here at the address Amy gave him, Ben stands before what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. Looking at the GPS on his phone he wonders what he is in for with the little minx this time. No other vehicles surround him, not even Amy’s cute yellow convertible. Is he early?
Lightning flashes overhead followed by a loud boom. From the dark clouds churning above, the rain starts pouring on him so he sprints up to the door. He tries the knob, and it turns easily in his hand. Frowning, he walks in tentatively.
“Hello?” Ben calls yet is not answered.
It’s darker within, and he needs a moment to let his eyes adjust to the shadows. When he does, Ben ventures forward along the only path provided down the corridor. The light gradually increases, and he spots a yellow Honda trike near the big hanger doors. He touches the engine, and finds that it’s warm. Someone arrived recently then. Good!
Ben continues to walk hearing the echo of his footfalls. The warehouse opens up to him and ahead he finds a circle of light. He approaches it hearing familiar breathy sounds. Sighing in relief, he witnesses quite an eyeful. First, there’s a wooden chair that carries a sign on it: “Sit Here, Ben.” Next to it, there’s a small table with a glass of champagne. He promptly reaches over to the flute and takes a sip. It’s fruity and sweet, yet does nothing to abate his thirst for the scene playing out before him.
How could Ben sit gazing at the circle of soft light shining on the bales of hay? It carries the fresh smell of the country. More importantly, it serves the backdrop for two naked babes engaging in some serious cunnilingus on each other. Both wear feathered-black masks covering their eyes. His undivided attention gathers in the show playing out before him. Each look in the throes of their pleasures thrashing about. Straw sticks out of their long hair.
Ben adjusts himself so that he has more room to expand in his khakis. He licks his lips as he witnesses the cream running down those pretty pussies being fingered one by the other now. Both calling out their pleasure, sweat lines their curvy bodies. They buck in each other’s arms. When they separate and see him standing with a wide-eyed stare, both smile at him with lust.
“Come…lay with us, Ben,” one of them says, and he could swear it sounded like Maureen! It couldn’t be. How would Amy know where to find her? He shakes his head not wanting to know. Sure, this woman sports auburn hair, but the other…she looks like Amy! He's sure of it. He knows that cute little apple bottom anywhere.
The one who hasn’t spoken, the one he knows is Amy, curves her finger toward him as she touches between her full breasts and bites her own nipple. “Won’t you come suck on these for me, Ben?” she inquires sweetly. She rubs both her boobs in a sensual message and then presses them together licking her own nipples again.
“Of course.” Ben nods with a smile.
In two shakes, he sheds his clothes to join the ladies in the hay. He licks the nipples offered to his greedy mouth. Amy, he thinks as he kisses her mouth, tastes of champagne, and he drinks her in deeply feeling her firm tits and pinches her hard nipples. She moans against his mouth, and his tongue plays with hers.
The other woman braces against his back. She brushes her erect nipples into his back all while kissing his shoulders, caresses his arms, scratches his back and gropes his ass. Her splayed hands reach around his waist stroke his abdomen and then draw lower. At his groin, they begin jerking him off assisting further the escape of his pre-cum. Maureen uses his fluid to coat his shaft as a lube. Ben moans in the rhythmic feel of her soft hands. His hips involuntarily slide along them.
Breaking the kiss, Amy urges and caresses his chest, “Lay back, baby.”
Ben does as she asks because this is so much better than their first time together. He pants in excitement as Maureen begins to restrain his wrists with Velcro.
Uh oh. Maybe I spoke too soon.
“I’m gonna put this blind fold on you, okay, Ben? And then we’re really gonna play,” Amy says with a mischievous smile.
Ben nods his breath coming fast. He’s a little scared, but more excited to find out what happens next. Without his sight, he cannot see what they do, but relies on his other senses. He hears every urgent breath they make. Rain strikes the roof in hard pelts. The ripping sound of Velcro at his feet is heard, and he feels the straps secured at his ankles. He’s spread eagle now and as vulnerable as a lamb. He licks his lips and takes a gulp in his dry throat.
“What now, ladies?” he asks turning his head this way and that trying to figure out where they are and what their doing.
He hears the whistle and then feels the crop across his chest. He winces with a gasp. No pain just surprise of the sting of sensation, which is followed by the tickle of a feather. His arms and legs receive the same treatment, and his cock twitches. He really likes this.
So far, so good.
Next, he experiences lips on his pouring sweet champagne into his mouth. He groans at the sweetness and play of Amy’s tongue. He’s dreamed of that wicked thing since last time. She tastes his mouth deep while Maureen drips something on him. Next he feels oily hands playing with his cock, grabbing around the base and pulling outward. As soon as her one hand reaches his mushroomed head pointing to the ceiling, she grabs the bottom of his pecker with the other to keep an uninterrupted motion going. It's more pleasant, beyond belief.
“Do you like so far, Ben?” Amy asks as she drags her nails over his chest. Ben also feels the rush of her silky hair over him.
“Oh, yeah,” he affirms and licks his lips that still tasted of her and champagne.
“Good. There’s more in store.”
“Ooooh,” he breathes when he feels cool droplets of liquid along his chest around one nipple and then the other. A warm mouth follows the wet trail, and he shivers at the contrast. Teeth graze his nipples, and he hisses.
A cube of ice lined his lips, and he darted his tongue out to taste. The tongue that meets his in play tastes of Amy. In their latest kiss both groan. Maureen slows down the hand job anticipating Ben’s squirt. Damn her! He feels the rush in his abdomen, and just inside his rectum. Man, she knows how to work it! Despite his orgasm, he still works with a semi-woody.
The whistle of the crop lands at his abdomen with his gasp. Ben clamps his hand in a fist. The feather covers his leg and tickles his feet. Hovering over his face, he detects the mouthwatering scent of aroused pussy. Eagerly he lifts his head and licks the cunt near. It draws teasingly away.
“Come on!” Ben exclaims in frustration each time she lowers her fragrant flower near his face. The scarce licks of her flesh gives him such a thrill.
“You wanna eat my kitty?” Amy teases in a seductive whisper waving herself just out of his reach.
Ben nods pulling against his restraints, “Yes, mistress.”
“Good boy,” she responses and finally gives him what he wants. Amy smothers his face with all her shortcake. Yes! Finally! She sure tastes divine of strawberries and champagne.
“Uhmmm,” he groans, with his tongue going to work. He shakes his head lining her back and forth. Her clit he finds in no time and sucks it, blowing her mind.
“That’s it, Ben! Just like that! Oh!” Amy shouts, trembling over him. Grabbing her mouth, she pants at his thorough licks and slips his tongue thrusting inside her. For only a moment, her thighs tremble and seize his head. Lifting so he may breathe, Amy grinds on his face faster than before. Her trembling intensifies as does his.
At the same time, Maureen works plenty of saliva over his prick by cradling it and focusing her lips and hot breath along the sensitive area. Once fully hard, her hands and mouth are replaced by her hot cunt riding him up and down.
Ben licks, thrusts, and sucks at Amy's pussy and clit faster than before. Her cries announce what he can already detect, “I’m cumming! Come with me!”
Maureen seems to be right there, too, as he feels the walls of her cave attempt to milk him for all his cum. Ben hammers up to meet her squats to ensure he gets there. The thunder sounds outside but cannot match the storm that works inside the warehouse. All their bodies work in sync, giving and taking pleasure. They reach the peak in a mass of shudders and heavy breathing.
Cum glistens his face when Amy lifts herself away from Ben’s head. She releases his restraints at the wrist. He removes the blind fold and then lifts Amy’s mask to see her bright eyes smiling at him like her mouth. At his feet, Maureen frees his ankles and then crawls over him also removing her mask with a smile.
He kisses both women and loops an arm around each as they sandwich him. Amy touches his face seeing his flush of desire. “Better?” she asks with a smirk.
"Much,” he says and then nibbles her nipples. “Don’t want to rest.”
Amy and Maureen swop places as they nod. They push Ben down on his back. Maureen’s twat hovers over his face. Already wet the warm lips kiss him. Rubbing his face with her, he makes it glisten anew. His tongue to taste her detects hints of champagne. Boy, it's like heaven! He devours the whole thing until Maureen grinds and thrashes that beautiful snatch in her shuddering cry. “Oooooh, Ben!”
Not to neglect his great stiffy coming back for more after she titty fucks him, Amy rides his meat aplenty. Up and down, she squats making sure to knead those tits and massage her clit. With all moaning and the cumming once more so strong, they are eager to see who could last ‘til dawn!
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