Alison makes Joan eat ass

Alison kept one hand tangled in Joan's brown hair, preventing her from getting her lips around Connor's cock. She was clearly **** to, pulling forwards against Alison's grip, but her friend kept the cock away, pumping it tauntingly with her other hand.

"You like being a plaything for us, don't you?" said Alison, "So you'd better obey me." Connor stiffened at this. Well, he was already pretty stiff. But hearing his girlfriend's best friend not just commanding her, but taunting her... it was fiercely arousing, but also felt like a threat. A risk to their relationship, which already felt like a ride speeding uncomfortably fast. The question was whether he was steering it. He looked down at the girls. Alison was still stroking his shaft, but had moved in to french kiss Joan.

"She obeys me." said Connor firmly, "More to the point, she's chosen to obey me. And you too." Alison pulled away from the kiss, and turned to look up at Connor. He smiled down at the girls, and reached out to stroke both their heads. "I'm grateful for that. I want to make her happy."

He paused, and then continued,

"She's an amazing plaything. Let's use her." Both girls grinned, and Connor wasn't sure who looked happier. Alison was the first to move in the silence, though, pushing at his chest until he fell backwards onto the bed. She jumped up and crawled onto it next to him, lowered her head and began sucking at the head of his cock. For a girl who'd been talking up her crush on Joan not fifteen minutes ago, she was really keen to blow him. She was pushing herself and drooling uncontrollably down the sides of his meat. Then she gestured Joan closer and directed her to Connor's dangling nutsack.

Connor bucked his hips off the sheets as he felt Joan's lips and tongue went to work, only for Alison to lean her weight onto his hip bones and hold him still.

"Shh. Relax and enjoy," she said, while pumping his slick length vigorously. Connor wasn't able to do anything except relax into the sensations of two mouths working on him. Occasionally he managed to lift his head to get a look at Alison at work, her hair held back with one of her own hands. He felt another orgasm building, but before it was close Alison paused and lifted her head, grinning at him.

"Let's try something new. Hey, Joan? Are you being a good little girlfriend down there? Making your boy feel good?" Joan didn't reply, as far as Connor could tell, "Let's try something really special. It's dirty, though. Are you ready to be a dirty little slut for him?"

Alison reached down and moved Joan's head with a hand. Connor wasn't sure if it was the one that had been rubbing saliva all over his dick, or the one from her own hair. Any chance of noticing which was removed by the feeling of Joan pushing at the back of his thighs, and licking at his asshole.

"Jesus! What- urgh!" blasphemed Connor.

"Yeah, this is something she's mentioned. Well, she said it once and she was kind of drunk," said Alison with almost ironic calm, "It's something she likes in porn, you know? I guess it's the humiliation, for her..."

She kept talking like that, stroking him as Joan rimmed him, until Connor groaned out that he was coming. Alison didn't hesitate or pause, just kept up her rhythm until he was spurting into her palm, only stopping once he was completely drained.

When Connor finally gathered himself enough to sit up, he saw that Alison was holding her hand down to Joan. His girlfriend was actually licking his load from her friend's - from their lover's hand. She was like a pet being fed, he thought, and at least as enthusiastic.

Then he collapsed back onto the bed, drained, pleased, and exhausted.