Wedding Gift

After the show, Kristen and Dylan came backstage. John was through for the night as the previous show was his last of the evening.

"Ladies, come in." John showed them into his dressing room, closed the door, and quietly locked it.

He turned to look at Kristen and Dylan. They were holding hands and seemed unsure about why they were there.

"Sleep."

The two went into a trance.

"Dylan, Kristen, when you wake up, you'll be overcome with lust for me. You won't know why, and you won't care. If I fuck you, no matter how I fuck you - mouth, ass, or pussy, you'll have multiple amazing orgasms. You are so overcome with lust for me, you'll do whatever I want and whatever I command without question."

John snapped his fingers, and the two snapped out of their trance. They looked at John, smiled, and their breathing increased. "Ladies, you OK?"

"I...umm...uh... stammered Kristin before she looked at her wife and blushed.

"Well, you're just so...I mean I...." stammered Dylan.

"Spit it out," said John.

"Fuck me!" said Kristen.

"And me!" said Dylan.

Kristen looked at Dylan. "Really, you?"

"You're my wife and want a guy we just met to fuck you!"

"Ladies, don't argue," commanded John. "Just kneel and put your hands behind your heads."

They obeyed.

"I'm going to fuck one of you up the ass while that one eats out her wife's anus while finger fucking her. The only decision is which one do I fuck up the ass."

"ME!" they cried out at the same time.