A little surprise for Bailey

The girls seem to be deliberately taking turns with me; this is Bailey’s week, so they’re letting me focus on her. Except, understandably enough, for Abby, who only had a couple nights with me before I started fucking Bailey. Abby’s come over a couple times, and I’ve fucked her once at her house as well—and today, we’re doing something special, which required a little special equipment.

I’ve wondered idly who will show up at my door when this week with Bailey is over—or if I’ll have another invitation like I got with Bailey. I’ve spent more time thinking about Kira and wondering how to approach her. I have the advantage with her that she isn’t living at home; she had enough credits that she was able to get into an on-campus apartment with a couple friends, and she got permission to move in for the summer term. (She’s taking a couple classes, which is at least part of it.) Her parents approved; they still get to see her all the time, but they have more space, and they believe it’s good for Kira to be living on her own. She won’t be all on her own come the fall, of course, but right now, she’s the only one in the apartment.

The other advantage I have is that my practice is close enough to her end of campus that she walks to work, which means that if I kept her late for—special activities—no one would see anything suspicious on my end. I’ll just have to figure out if it would be better to fuck her there or at her place. No neighbors at the office, which would be a good thing; but it’s not such a comfortable—

The perfect idea hits me. The massage therapist! I keep forgetting we added her to the practice. I could offer Kira a massage!

Enough for right now. I’m here. Time to think about Bailey.

I walk into the Rivers home without knocking and head back to Bailey’s room. I open her door without knocking as well to find her half-dressed, changing out of her work clothes. She looks up in shock as the door opens, which changes quickly to naked lust when she sees me. “Strip, fuckslave,” I command her. “Lie on your back on the bed with your head to the foot, your arms and legs spread. We’re going to do something special today.”

“Yes, Sir,” Bailey says eagerly, complying with alacrity. I handcuff her wrists to the corner posts of her footboard—she looks aroused but also uncertain; both aspects of her expression deepen when I tie her legs to the corner posts of her headboard. Then I blindfold her. “Sir?” she asks, doubt warring with desire in her voice. “What are you doing?”

“I’m preparing to enjoy my fuckslave, who’s been a bad little slut,” I rumble. I straddle her head backwards and feed her my dick. “First, I’m going to fuck your face.” I start thrusting; she’s gotten a lot better at this over the course of the week so far.

I only get a few thrusts in before I sense someone in the doorway. I turn to see Abby and hold up a finger to my mouth to signal her to silence, then pull out of Bailey’s mouth. I hand Abby a note so I’m sure she’s clear on what I want her to do; she nods and smiles, then gets into 69 position above Bailey and grinds her clit into her friend’s face. “Now, fuckdoll, eat that pussy like a good cumslut.” From the way Abby moans before bending her head to return the favor, Bailey is obeying my order enthusiastically.

I come in behind Abby, get myself in the right position, and pierce her sex hard with my shaft. Since she’s bending down to eat Bailey out, I can’t go as deep as I might, but it’s plenty deep enough to set her moaning gutturally into her friend’s snatch. That sets Bailey to moaning in turn—though feeling my balls on her face, as I’m pretty sure she can, might have something to do with it as well. I bend forward to grab one tit from each, cupping and squeezing Abby’s, pulling and twisting Bailey’s nipple, and start pounding Abby as hard as I can. She braces herself against my pummeling to be sure to keep her pearl in Bailey’s mouth; I’m not sure how she keeps eating with all the moaning she’s doing, but given Bailey’s moans, I don’t think Abby’s slacking off.

It isn’t long before Abby cums screaming into Bailey’s wet orchid, which sets Bailey off with a shriek of her own. When Abby calms down, I grab her arms, pull back, and jackhammer her prisoner-style. Bailey makes disappointed sounds but keeps slurping, and Abby cums again quickly, even harder than the first time. I pull Abby up, whisper in her ear, then pull out of her; she shifts forward and I tell Bailey, “Suck out the cream like an obedient fuckslave.” I go around to the head of the bed and kneel between Bailey’s legs. I shuffle forward and slide my knees under her ass. It’s more awkward getting into position this way, since I can’t pull Bailey toward me, but I manage to get shifted around so I can hilt my sword in her hot, wet sheath. Her ragged moan is muffled by a faceful of Abby, but it must be pretty loud.

I start fucking Bailey hard and fast, then lean forward and reach out my arms to Abby. We make out for a while, and then I kiss my way down her body to her flawless twins. It’s a little odd to be suckling one girl’s tit while I pound another’s cunt—Rowan wasn’t interested in threesomes—but it’s a very good kind of odd. Abby holds my head to her chest as I devour first one breast, then the other. Her moans go higher and louder as the sounds coming from Bailey grow more and more frantic; when Bailey screams in the throes of a violent climax, Abby screams as well, her body writhing like a candle flame.

I’ve managed not to cum so far, but I won’t hold out for long. The only question is where, how, and in (or on) which girl I want to cum. I’ll have plenty of opportunities for both, I remind myself. I have them both all night . . . I’m so glad I don’t have to go in tomorrow, or this just might kill me.