The House

13. Don’t stop you say, coming near

“Don’t stop,” you say, approaching the edge of the bed. The redhead moans again as the darker woman complies with your request. Watching them intertwined fills you with a longing to join them, but you don’t know where to begin or how.

The black woman leans over and whispers something to the redhead, who blushes a little – hard, considering how flushed she already is. And then they both disengage, separating under the sheets from one another, and the black woman looks to you again.

“Come in,” she says, tenting the sheet between them up, indicating that you should get inside. You mount the bed without thinking, and crawl in between them, tucking yourself in, facing the redhead, the Black woman behind you.

“We can take this off, right?” the redhead asks, and without waiting puts hands on your waist, undoing your robe’s tie. You nod, and then the darker woman’s at your back, pulling your robe down, silk sliding against silk, as your shoulders are exposed.

Hands start to brush you, and your own hands slide up. The redhead kisses you and your hand finds her waist, her back, her arm, her breasts. She gasps as your fingers stroke the supple weight of her, rolling a thumb over her n****e as her tongue touches yours. The darker woman’s hands were on your waist but now they’re curling up your ribs, coming for your breasts, as she licks up to the spot behind your ear, making you shudder. She purrs as she starts to massage at you, one breast in each hand. The redhead rocks forward to rub her breasts on yours, and you bend down to take her n****e into your mouth, feeling it harden instantly. She gasps and brings her hands up to your hair, scratching fingernails along your scalp.

The fabric of the sheets and the softness of so much skin makes sliding easy. You press down to catch the redhead’s other breast in your mouth while massaging the first one, and feel her move one leg between your knees and you willingly spread your legs open. Hands and fingernails trail down your back along your spine as the black woman’s breasts press up and then her hips move to grind against yours. You gasp, surprised at this more serious tone, and then you look up and twist backwards – and she bends forwards, matching your mouth with hers. You moan into her as she starts moving her hips against you, and as perfect as all of this is, you know what she wants – and you want it too. You move your own hips in time and find yourself grinding on the redhead’s thigh. She purrs and reaches a hand down, lowering herself bodily, until her face is at the level of your breasts and she can easily slide her hand in where her leg used to be. You know what she’s going to do and yet you gasp as she does it – her fingers find your c**t and start to rub.

The darker woman bites your shoulder, and reaches through to grab your breasts again, as though she’s both holding you still and presenting you to be touched. The redhead kisses your n*****s and her fingertips work their way back to your labia, sliding across them with your own wetness, before pushing one into you, feeling your warmth, making you moan.

“But – I –” you feel helpless, like you’re not doing enough for them, even though you are definitely enjoying what they’re doing to you.

“Shh. You’re the Mistress,” the darker woman says, absolving you of guilt.

“You can always pay us back later,” the redheaded woman says, looking up. Then she bites at your n****e playfully and moves her hand faster.

The black woman lets go of you with one arm and sinks it down. You think she’s going to touch herself – but instead, she touches you. She traces it down your spine until she reaches your a*s and grabs it roughly, almost growling in your ear. You lift your leg higher because that’s what you think she wants and find it is – because her hand’s now reaching at you from the back, middle and ring fingers diving inside your p***y, rubbing her thumb against your asshole.

You gasp and moan at so much new sensation, as the redhead presses another finger inside, and it’s like they’re both pulling you apart, setting formerly quiet nerves alight. The redhead’s using two hands now, one in you, and one on your c**t, and she’s still sucking on one of your breasts, rolling your n****e against her tongue, and the black woman’s l*****g and kissing on your back with an occasional unpredictable bite, and your hips start to wave, pinned by both of their desires for you to come between them, hard. You start to cry out as the tension builds, and the black woman bites you harder which turns you on more, and the redhead’s fingers all speed up, and then the black woman slides her thumb inside your a*s, and the sensations are all too much – your breath hitches, again and again and your hips thrust and their hands follow and your o****m coils inside you like a spring until it explodes out of you with a shout.

You thrash between them, helplessly, crying out as you do so, listening to their moans of satisfaction at you coming on either side. You relax, feeling exhausted, even though you didn’t put any effort in, and their hands come out.

“Was that good, Mistress?” the redhead asks.

“Do you need to ask?” you say, reaching a hand out to run through her hair.

She smiles mischievously at you.

“Now,” the black woman says, propping herself up on an arm behind you. You look back, and her smile is positively wicked. “About paying us back…..” She leans over the edge of the bed and pulls up two strap-ons from somewhere underneath it. “We have some ideas….”

Would you like to pay the black woman back first? If so, touch here.

Would you like to pay the redhead back first? If so, touch here.