Whatever it is, it should be quick

Inside, it smells like every public men’s room at a beach — a mixture of stale urine, disinfectant, salt air, and mildew. It’s not very arousing, but Leah and Tracey don’t seem to care. They press close on either side of you. Their hands meet on the crotch of your shorts to rub together over your cock.

Abbie is watching outside, but you’re still feeling nervous about being walked in on because the last time you tried doing this in a restroom. “Look,” you tell the girls as they are frantically unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts. “We’ll just be really quick, to take the edge off. We can take our time and do it right once we get to Ms. Fellows’ place. OK.”

“Anything you say, Boss, like always,” Tracey says as she pushes your shorts down and grips your hard shaft in her soft, warm hand. “I just need you so bad right now.”

“Thank you, Dave,” Leah says softly. Her fingertip traces over the tip of your cock, smearing the precum that’s leaking from it. “Even a little bit helps. You take care of us so well.” She stretched up on her toes to kiss you tenderly on the lips. Your cock throbs. She squats down in front of you and slurps the head of your cock between her lips.

Tracey strokes your shaft as Leah licks and sucks the head. She leans close to you and whispers. “Look at what a slut you turned such a reserved, good Christian girl into, Boss. It took me forever just to get a little hand action from her. You’ve got her sucking you like a whore in a truck stop men’s room.”

Leah moans at that, and her sucking and bobbing on your cock become more intense. Tracey’s fist cranks on your shaft, tight and fast. ‘Me too. You turned a lesbian into a cock-hungry cunt who’ll do anything to please your dick. And your own sister, who you grew up with, now she’s not only your fucktoy ****, she's plotting ways to help you fuck all your bitches.” Her voice has turned into a low, sultry growl.

“You don’t have to last. You don’t have to do anything but cum in us, or on us. Use us and put us aside. Our only purpose is to amuse you and take your jizz,” she snarls. “Cum in that prissy little dyke’s mouth. Make her eat your sperm and love it.” Her jerking hand grips tighter. Leah nods in agreement and sucks noisily.

You let yourself go over the edge. Your cock throbs and erupts, pumping spurt after spurt into Leah’s eager, gulping mouth. Tracey crouches to lick the remnants of cum from the head, then kisses Leah, probing her tongue deep into the other girl’s mouth.

“Was that fast enough, Boss?” Tracey asks, grinning up at Dave and winking. Leah giggles.

“You can get nasty, Tracey,” you tell her. “But, you know I can control exactly when I cum now. I really didn’t need the extra motivation, but it was very appreciated.” You laugh and offer the girls your hands to help them stand straight.

You lead them out the door, pull the sign off, and toss it in the nearest trash can. Then you check your phone again. Still no reply from Ms. Fellows. You join Abbie at the picnic table and tell your little harem, “Still no email. We have to try plan B.”