3 Rules

Dan swallowed hard, his cock semi erect in his pants. "What are the rules?"

"First rule," Tiffany began, leaning in closer, "you don't talk about what happens between us to anyone. Not your buddies, not your mom, not the mailman. Got it?"

Dan nodded, his mouth dry. "I won't say a word."

Tiffany took out her phone and began to text Chloe, her thumbs flying over the screen. She was setting the stage for what was to come. "There's more," she said, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "Chloe has some rules she wants to add."

Dan nodded, his heart racing as he watched her.

Tiffany's phone buzzed, and she read the message with a smirk before looking back at him. "Chloe says the second rule is that you have to be willing to try new things."

Dan's cock twitched at the thought of what kind of 'new things' Chloe might have in mind. "Okay," he managed, his voice a little shaky.

Tiffany's gaze remained locked on him, a knowing look in her eyes. "The third rule," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "is that you're not allowed to cum without our permission."

Dan's cock jerked in his pants at the thought. He had never shared his secret with anyone—his ability to control his orgasms. It was a talent that had served him well in the past, allowing him to perform for hours without release, much to the amazement of his past partners. But now, the thought of being at the mercy of these two women was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.

He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Okay, I agree to the rules."