Unexpected visitors

Dean

WARNING EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT (18+)

It was the third house, Dean and Ryan broke into, today. Their inconspicuous blue Van, with the plumbers label, was full of jewelery, paintings, sterling cutlery and more, they allready looted. The car was parked right in front of the house, nobody would nether question why it was there, nor have a closer look. The two man where dressed into suitable blue overalls, the required tools in their hands. It was friday, early afternoon, and the sun was shining bright. Some would say, why not hide in the dark, but it was proven, that everyone was on high alert when it was dark, and every suspicious movement would bring the cops into the game. Unlike at day, who would suspect the postman, the gardener or even the plumber? Right. No one. It was a job, no one want to know much about, and no one would throw a second glance at.

They had caps on their heads, Deans short brown hair was covered underneath, while Ryans blonde surfer curls fall around his head untamed.

'Cover me.', Ryan said, as he picked the front doors lock.

Dean crossed his arm, to make his allready broad figure grow even wider, and blocked the view from any person who might look.

In most cases, the house was empty and their residents were at work, or in school. It was an rare event, that someone was at home, but they were well prepared for these cases.

The klicking noise told Dean, that the door was unlocked. Ryan gave it a gentle push and they went inside. The men nodded at each other, then they split up, to see if someone else was here. Dean had a hammer in his back pocket, Ryan carried a screw wrencher with him.

'Are you sure you heard something honey?', a woman asked, her voice coming from a room at the end of the right corridor.

'I´m sure there was a noise.', a man answered her, who just came into Deans view.

'I´m just having a quick look, I´ll be right back.' He walked to the window, a can in his hand.

'Better hurry, I´m getting cold.', she pouted.

'All right.', he laughed. 'You got me, I´m coming.'

He turned around, just to meet Deans fist, which came with a hard punch into his face. The man instantly was knocked out and fell with a slump to the ground. The can rolled across the floor, before it came to a halt. It was whipping cream. Dean picked it up. How strange.

'I´m still waiting here.', the woman called again. 'Come and warm me up.', she spoke seductively.

Dean followed her soft voice, like she was a siren, calling for him. Ryan was allready there, standing in the doorframe, without making a move. He just stared inside the room, as if he had forgotten everything else around him. Dean got curious. Why wouldn´t he knock her out, like they normally do? And why wasn´t she calling for help?

But when he reached Ryan, and got a peek inside the room, wich obviously was the bedroom, he understood.

There was the women, whose voice they´ve heard. She layed in the middle of the bed, completely naked, blindfolded and unaware of the situation, her ankle and wrists handcuffed to the bed. Her brown long hair cupped a pretty face with full lips. Due to the fact that her arms were stretched out over her head, her breast were pushed up and well presented. When he saw her dark pink n*****s he could tell, that she was cold indeed. They looked so hard and sensetive as they pointed upwards. His gaze followed her flat belly and long legs down, and up again.

He moved closer, pushing Ryan to the side gentle, to have a closer look of her v****a.

Her legs were spread open, and so was her p***y. He breathed heavily and felt his c**k throbbing, as he admired the pink lips with the little hole between. Dean licked his lips, his mouth suddenly felt dry. He wanted to touch her, feel her soft skin under his rough fingertipps getting wet for him, surround his d**k with those soft lips.

'You like what you see?' She smiled, feeling flattered from his gaze, his quiet whorship.

'I can feel you glare. Come now. I´m feeling lonely.'

Without thinking, he strode closer. He moved around the bed to the side, where he crawled onto it, sitting next to her.

The whipped cream, he had forgotten until now, was still in his hand, so he put it down to the bedside table, next to some condoms. He than reached his hand out for her cautiously, until his fingertipps touched her soft skin.

She smiled, as he stroked her belly gently, his hands wandering over her body, exploring it. While his hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently, he throw a glance to Ryan.

'That feels good.', she mutters.

Ryan stood a bit closer now, watching the actions on the bed, a bulge clearly forming in his pants.

Dean looked back down to the woman, he pinched her n*****s and earned a soft moan.

He bit his lip as he felt his own c**k harden and pushing against the fabric.

He quickly stood up, kicked his shoes away and unzipped his overall. He needed more space. He hurried to step out of it, now just in socks and boxers. He exhaled relieved, feeling much better now.

'What are you waiting for? I need your hands back on me again.'

Oh, she doesn´t need to tell him twice. He kissed her cleavage, his hands stoking her arms, her torso, they were everywhere.

When his gaze fall back onto the whipped cream, he picked it up and shook it, before he sprayed it on each of her n*****s.

'What´s that, it feels cold.', she asked curiously.

He lowered his mouth over her right breast, to lick the cream from it.

'Oh yes.' He sucked her n****e hard, nibbling gently on it. Her back curled and came up, like she was pushing herself into him. She moaned, her head falling from side to side, her legs trying to move and rub herself against the sheets.

Dean changed his position, one leg on each side, now towering above her.

'Please. I need you to touch me.' Oh, he didn´t plan in ending this so soon. His d**k was pulsating and needed to be touched too, but first he would please this woman, like no one did before.

When her n****e was as hard as stone, he released it and moved to her other breast. He stroke and kneaded her breasts again, as he licked the cream away, his tongue moving closer and closer to her waiting n****e. Again he sucked wildly on it, his tongue dancing and twirling around, encouraged by her steady moans. He carefully bit it, while his fingers pinched her other oversensitive n****e and she screamed surprised.

He heard some rustling, and saw how Ryan moved out of his clothes as well. His eyes were fixed onto her breast, so he didn´t notice Dean staring, while his hand pushed his underwear down and got a tight grip of his member. His balls were plump bags of sperm, sheltered from blond curls, his c**k, even slenderly built, was so long, Dean wondered if there was a hole deep enough, which could absorb him completely. Even Dean wasn´t interested in men actually, the thought not just pleasing one person, but two at once, was extremly hot and he felt encouraged in his actions. And he couldn´t quite get rid of the image from Ryan, f*****g that woman sensless with his snake like d**k.

Dean shook his head, to concentrate. Maybe he would see Ryan in action later, but now was his time and he would spend it well. He picked up the whipped cream again to draw a line from beneath her breasts, all the way down her belly, over her vulva and farther along her p***y lips, right over her open mouth, where it mixed with her own sweet juices, dripping out of her.

'Oh my god.', she gasped surprised, when the cold cream came into contact with her sensetive flesh.

He threw the can away and moved down between her open thighs, to bring himself in position.

Even he knew the sound he was hearing very well, he turned around. Ryan stood behind him, so he would have a good look, his Boxers laying now somewhere in the room, his d**k still in his hand, gently stroking it now. His hand embraced his member easily, as it was so slim, the fingers massaging each prominence veign, the movements all the way up and down making him harden, his pre c*m allready dripping out.

Deans own c**k pressed hard and painfull against the fabric and begged to release, too, but now was not the time. He lowered his head beneath her breasts, where the cream began and extended his tounge out. He licked the cream, and followed the line all the way down. Her breath came rapidly, she shivered, her body moving to reach some satisfaction, that only he could bring her. He grabbed her ass, to steady her, while his tongue licked further and further, his slow movements powered from the fast fabbing sounds he could hear. His tounge reached the soft skin of her vulva, and she screamed and begged:

'Yes! I need you. More. Please!'

His tongue remained at her hill for a while, sucking and kissing her skin, before he moved further on, to her c**t.

Her moaning was everything that matters at the moment.

Again he stayed here for a moment, took his time to twirl it around and suck on it until it was hard, than he moved on. He gently licked her folds clean from the cream, touching her opening slightly and he felt how desperate she tried to move and rub herself stronger against him, but he held her tight in his grip.

Ryan growled behind him, Dean could tell he was close to release.

He moved on and licked her inner folds, stronger now, pressing his tongue against her flesh to massage it and bring her some satisfaction. The whipped cream mixed with her juices and his salvia mixed as a sweet cocktail, flew down his throat as a sweet sensation, he couldn´t get enough from. He licked eagerly until he had a feeling no one of them could take this anymore. Her muscles allready shook and cramped together, just to relax again. Dean quickly reached out for a condom on the bedside table and hurried to get out of his Shorts.

He let out a relieved seigh, as his rock hard d**k got freed and he carefully put the condom over it, as he felt like it could explode any second. Compared to Ryans c**k, his own was a bit shorter but thick, and he knew he would stretch her to the limits, but she was more than ready to meet him. His finger guided for her p***y, stroking the wet flesh while he brang himself into position. She was so wet for him and his d**k entered her easily as she took a deep breath of relief. She was warm and surrounded him just perfektly. Her lips stretched around his shaft tight, as he moved back and forth inside of her. Dean pinched her c**t just as he was full and deep inside of her, and she climaxed instantly. It felt like a tight grip around his p***s, her inner walls cramped and contracted around him. That was all he needed to release inside of her. His head fall back into his neck as his sperm shot out, her muscles not stopping to contract. Her screams mixed with his moans and grunts and also Ryans, as he saw his exaculate landing across the sheets and on her leg. Dean felt exhausted as he slowly moved back, pulling the now soft and empty p***s out of her. He tossed the used condom away, and watched her sweaty body as she slowly got back to consciousness again. Her breath slowes down, she clearly was exhausted, too.

'I don´t think that anything has ever felt so good before ever.' Her voice was groggyly but euphoric.

'I knew this whole thing,', she clashed with the handcuffs. 'would help us bring more fun into our bed. And you didn´t want to try at first!', she weakly laughed. 'And now look at us.'

And she looked completely satisfied indeed, as she layed there naked, her breath still a bit unsteady, the sheets between her tighs wet from where there still was c*m dripping out of her.

Dean couldn´t help but lick his lips at the sight of it.

But than Ryan touched his shoulder and gestured towards the door, when he looked at him. He left the room, and Dean followed her. He closed the door, so she would know she was alone and could regain, and also wouldn´t hear them talking.

'Whats up?', he asked Ryan. 'You don´t really want to stop here, right?' He asked him in disbelieve.

'No way.' his eyebrows came together, as if he wondered, how Dean could ask something so dumb.

'That was better than every Porn I´ve ever watched, and now it´s my turn.' He smirked.

'But I wanted to give her some time, and we also do have something to manage here.'

He didn´t really think in robbing this place right now, does he?

But he must have seen Deans face as he was at a loss.

'The man?', he said, like it was obviously. He continued when his partner still said nothing:

'You remember someone you punched your fist into?'

Oh. That man. Dean made some approving sounds.

'Good. I know you got a mean right-hander, but to be honest, we were just lucky he didn´t woke up allready to call the cops. Or kill us first. So if you would be so kind to manage that, I need to prepare something.'

'All right, no problem.' He saw Ryan walking into the kitchen, while he walked back into the living room. The man hadn´t moved, so he went to the tool trunk they left at the front door and got some tape out of it. He used it to keep the mans mouth shut and his hands and feeds cuffed, in case he would woke up again, while they were still here. When he was wrapped to his satisfaction, he left him and went back into the bedroom. Dean met Ryan on his way, whatever he has plannend, it seemed like he was ready for round two. He let him defer to open the door and walk inside.

'Your back again. I was here all alone.', she pouted. 'But I´m glad your here now.'

So was he.

Dean came to a halt at the end of the bed, watching Ryans actions. He had a jar in his hand, steam coming out of it, it must contain something hot. He sat down at the edge of the bed, right next to her. He than stick his finger into the jar, licking something dark from it afterwards. He seemed pleased with the temperature. He moved up again, to straddle her, the jar in his right hand, his left coming down to touch her body. He tilted the jar carefully, it was melted chocolate which came down to her skin. She hissed in surprise, as it was still hot, but his tongue quickly came out, to lick the pain away, and her hiss became a moan.

'It´s so hot.', she mutters. 'What is it?'

He dumped some more on her cleavage and her throat, gently licking. His lips and tongue all covered in chocolate moved to her mouth, where he smeared it all over her lips. Her own small tongue came out, to have a quick lick.

'Hhhhm. It´s chocolate.', she said in delight. Her tongue came out again, slowly moving over her under lip, to catch eatch drop.

While Ryans hands meanwhile had moved to her breast, to admire them, he couldn´t resist any longer, but to give her tongue a lick. Surprised by his action, she put her tongue back into her mouth, but Dean could tell, Ryan didn´t had enough of it yet. He nuzzled his face into her cleavage, sucked, licked and kissed until he was full of chocolate, than he moved back to her lips, kissing them, sucking her under lip inside his mouth, gently nibbling on it. When she still wasn´t giving him access to her mouth, he pinched both of her n*****s hard. She let out a soft moan, and he took the opportunity, to press his lips against hers, his tongue, hot from the chocolate, exploring her mouth. He kissed her, until they felt dizzy from the lack of air, then he finally released her lips, both gasping.

Dean wanted to touch her so desperatly, lick her, as he felt his d**k harden again. He could understand Ryan now, watching was extremly hot, but he didn´t know if he had the strenght not to participate like him, it was hard to resist this temptation.

Ryan dumped more chocolate on her breasts and her sensitive n*****s, blowing cold wind onto them afterwards.

One hand played with her n****e, while he dipped the finger from his other hand inside the jar. He draw pattern on her belly, his mouth followed the hot trail to blew on it.

'That´s amazing.' she spoke softly.

His hand suddenly cupped her vulva, making her gasp and he kissed her again, his tongue invading her mouth. Her hips moved up to meet his hand, rubbing herself against him.

Ryan removed his fingers and dipped them into the jar again, just to continue rubbing her waiting p***y lips.

'Oh my sweet...', she hissed and gasped at the hot contact, her hands closed around the bedpost as she moaned.

Deans c**k throbbed, he wanted to be back inside of her so badly.

'I want to feel you.', the woman begged. 'I want to taste you.' She licked her lips in anticipation and Ryan looked at her, before he first freed her ankles followed by her wrists. He had found the fitting key, to the plushy handcuffs, right next to the condoms. Ryan helped her up and into a kneeling position. When she tried to touch the blindfold, he hold her hands in his own, stopping her movement.

'I´m sorry, it was a reflex. I won´t take it off, you can trust me, it´s so exciting with it covering my eyes.', she said and he put her hands down.

He kneeled right in front of her, his d**k semi hard between them. Ryan guided her hands down to it. She bit her lip excited by the touch. Her thin finger gently explore his length, stroking down to it´s root, where she felt some curly hair, and back to it´s top. She noticed every vein and felt it´s pulsating. She started slowly, but her grip around his shaft became stronger as she stroke up and down.

Dean hadn´t really thought about it, but suddenly his own p***s was in his hand, getting rubbed, copying her movements. He imagined it would be her hand around it, like it was around Ryans.

The both of us getting harder and harder, our breath heavier.

'You feel so good. I bet you taste delicious.', she murmured and licked her lips.

That was all Ryan needed, he brang her hands to a halt and grabbed the jar again. He looked hesistately down onto the hot chocolate, before he dumped it on his p***s. It must be extremly hot for the sensitive flesh, but after a moment, his faced relaxed and it seems like he liked it.

He straighted himself up, than he grabbed her roughly by her hair, forcing her down. She positioned herself on all fours, to keep her balance, when suddenly her nose made contact with Ryans d**k. Dean saw her smilling, backing off a little, than her pretty tongue came out to give him a long lick. Ryan and Dean coughed in unison. She was like an eagerly kitten, her soft tongue stroking all the way from the top right down to his balls, to lick the sweet chocolate mixed with his precum away, and Dean could tell it was a long way. Ryans hands were cramped into her hair, pushing her down, but she obviously enjoyed herself too much to even try to stop. When she noticed that all the nice cream was gone, she opened her mouth and took the tip of his c**k inside, her lips closing around him, causing another moan from Ryan. Slowly she tried to take more of him, before she moved back. She couldn´t even bear half of his length. Dean walked some steps around them and came to a halt behind her. Her ass pointing upwards, both of her holes open and ready, her p***y wet and glossy. His d**k was throbbing so hard in his hand, he couldn´t resist any longer. He moved up onto the bed behind her and gave her c**t a quick rubb, while she sucked Ryans p***s. He got a muffled moan in response, her tighs closing around his hand. Without another warning he inserted two fingers, while his other hand casually layed on her ass cheek. She arched her back and screamed, but with a c**k in her mouth it was baffled. Dean removed his finger which were nicely wet now and took care of her other hole. He lubricated her before he gently entered a finger. She was tight and he moved inside of her until he felt the movement getting smoother. All the while, she was sucking Ryans d**k. Than he added a second finger, giving her time until she was ready to take him in. When he felt her widen for him, he brang his thick d**k into position, his hands grabbing her firmly by the hips. He entered her slowly, filling her, until his c**k was buried inside her completely, her ass making contact with his stomach. Dean heard her gasping than and there, while she tried to continue the sucking, but she was too distracted to do a good job. He bit his lower lip as he finally allowed himself to go on, without any reservation. He moved back until just the tip of his d**k was inside her, than he slammed forward really hard, filling her out again. The power of his thrust pushed her forth, forcing her to take all of Ryans c**k inside of her, deep down her throat until her lips met his pubic hair, her face pressed against him. She gagged, the muscles squeezing him, as he grunted in pleasure. Dean gave them no time as he moved back, his hands firm on her hips forcing her with him a bit, so she nearly released Ryans c**k, just before he gave her ass another powerfull thrust, repeating the process again and again. It was so hot, like he was f*****g both of them, encouraged by gagging and and grunting. Ryans d**k was so long, it must go down her throat so wide, Dean couldn´t even imagine. He hold himself back to enjoy it as long as possible. He slammed inside of her faster and faster, feeling himself close to release. He f****d her faster and harder, all the same time, she mouth f****d Ryan faster and harder. Than he saw how Ryan cramped due to his orgasm. His sperm shot out of his d**k, spread in throat and mouth, as Dean continued f*****g her. When he finally was empty, Ryan revomed his p***s from her f*****g mouth, c*m dripping out of her as she gasped for air. He fell onto the bed completely exhausted as Dean followed him and released deep inside of her. He breathed heavily as he came to a halt. He took his d**k out and felt very satisfied as he collapsed to the bed, when suddenly Ryan was there, inserting his finger into her p***y. Dean watched as he finger f****d her, stroking her gspot in the process, as she screamed for him to move faster. It didn´t take him long, to bring her an orgasm. Both of them lay down panting and breathing heavily. They lay there for a while, complete motionless, everyone of them in their own thoughts, while they waited for their breath to steady.

'I know your guys are not my husband, none of you is, and I knew it from the beginning.', she suddenly spoke and smiled.

'He never would have done any of this. I love him but our life behind closed doors is... kind of boring. I covinced him to this little adventure, but just the blindfold and handcuffs felt so weird for him, and he never would have gone further. So I really enjoyed this. And a threesome was one of my dreamy for a long time. So thank you, but now you have to leave.'

Dean sat up and looked towards Ryan who did the same. They shared a look, before they stood up in silent agreement, to get dressed. One last time Dean looked at the beautiful woman who shared such a unique time with them, before he left her and the house behind. He walked to the car mechanicly, the whole experience felt kind of unreal and as he looked at Ryan, he bet he felt the same. They would never speak about it, but think back of the events with pleasure.