So I remained kneeling in front of the hotel room door, jerking myself off
, for what seemed a terribly long time but was probably only ten minutes. Of
course, being so dam horny, my manipulations brought me to the edge of
orgasm quickly but, because of the command imprinted in my mind, I could not
cum.
Groaning into the panties in my mouth, I looked down at my tireless hand
jerking my poor red cock and wondered where it will end when I heard voices
in the corridor outside my room. Soon whispers and female giggles and the
sound of the key in the lock. I’m not a religious man but I prayed. Please
God, don’t let this be the maid or room service. Please!
The door swung open and Hannah and Julie slipped in. Both were in tennis
outfits, white sleeveless tops and short white pleated tennis skirts with
tennis shoes and socks. The both had tennis racquets which they dumped next
to the door and I guessed they had been playing on the hotel courts. Did
they have lunch with Mandy, I wondered?
The door closed. “Can’t keep his hand off it,” observed Julie.
“His cock has ruled his life,” said Hannah. “He can’t say no to it.”
“Apparently not,” replied Julie.
“Mmf,” I spluttered through the panties. I wanted to stop! My cock was
getting sore and so was my wrist.
“Enough, Roy,” commanded Hannah and my hand ceased it’s motion. I slumped
forward in relief as Hannah and Julie sat on the sofa, side by side, amused
looks on their faces.
“Come here, Roy,” ordered Hannah. “And take those panties out of your
mouth.” They both collapsed in laughter as I sheepishly removed the panties,
dropping them on the floor.
Gingerly, I stood up and moved in front of them. To my embarrassment, my
cock remained hard and throbbing. Julie crossed her legs and my eyes were
drawn to the top her long legs poking from the short tennis skirt. Julie saw
my glance and smiled.
“What do you think of his new look?” Hannah asked Julie, pointing at my
shaven crotch.
“Nice,” the blonde woman said. “Turn around,” she ordered. “Wow!,” she
exclaimed when they saw my whipped buttocks.
“Oh, Roy,” Hannah laughed, “you’re going to hurt for a few days. Mandy
certainly walloped you.”
“She needed to, didn’t she,” Julie said.
“Had to get it out of her system,” agreed Hannah.
“Did you cry, Roy?” mocked Julie and I nodded my head, blushing with shame.
“A good cry into the panties in your mouth?” Hannah said and they both burst
into laughter.
“Gotta get a shot of this,” laughed Julie and I heard her rustling in her
bag. Suddenly there was a click. They had taken a photograph! I felt so
humiliated, so helpless. “Turn around,” she ordered and there was another
click.
“Get down, Roy,” Hannah commanded and I knelt in front of them. “That is
your position with us from now on. Understand?”
“Yes Hannah,” I replied, eyes lowered and face burning with shame.
Hannah laughed softly. “Still learning. I like that.”
“I want another picture,” said Julie. “Hold your cock, Roy and start
jerking. Now look up. Smile,’ she teased. Click! “Enough, Roy,” she ordered
and I stopped jerking, letting my hand fall to my side.
Julie placed the camera down and lay back on the sofa, next to Hannah, legs
slightly apart. My cock throbbed as I stared at her long brown legs, peeking
from the short white tennis skirt. “Ordering him about is sooo sexy,” she
murmured and Hannah moved closer to her, smiling down at me.
With one short movement, she leaned over Julie and kissed her. I gasped in
shock as Julie responded and for a few moments, the passionate kiss
continued until Hannah pulled away. Julie lay back on the headrest of the
sofa, eyes closed and blonde hair spilling around her beautiful face.
Hannah lightly caressed the top of Julies legs and smiled coldly at my
shocked face. “I should thank you, Roy. If you hadn’t been fucking around
with poor Mandy, Julie and I wouldn’t have, shall we say, gotten to know
each other as well?” She laughed softly. “And she’s such a beautiful woman,
isn’t she Roy?” I nodded dumbly and watched them kiss again.
In a moment, Hannah broke away and returned to caressing Julie’s brown
thigh. “We went to the powder room before we came here, Roy,” Hannah
whispered, “and took our panties off. Julie is naked under this short
skirt.”
My cock bobbed and Julie’s head rolled to the side onto Hannah’s arm, a
sensual look on her face, eyes still closed. I was so aroused. “Stark naked,
Roy,” Hannah continued, her long fingers teasing the hem of the pleated
skirt. Julie’s legs parted as Hannah slid the tennis skirt up revealing
Julie’s pussy. She was shaven, completely bald pussy, and I stared at the
puffy lips surrounded by nothing but skin! I had never seen anything so
arousing and compelling in my life.
“Julie likes the clean look,” murmured Hannah as her fingers lightly
caressed Julie’s thighs. “Look, Roy,” she said. “Pretty pussy.”
I fell forward at the command, my mouth yearning for those naked pouting
lips. She was all ready aroused and wet, her juices flowing freely as my
dutiful tongue tenderly licked, probed, explored and tunnelled her pussy.
Through my obsessive stupor, I vaguely sensed Hannah and Julie kissing each
other passionately above me as I worked slavishly on Julie’s pussy.
A hand seized my head and pulled me into her pussy as her legs closed around
me. “Oh, Hannah,” Julie cried out and moaned as she came. Of course, I kept
caressing her pussy and inner thighs with my tongue with long gentle strokes
until Julie said, “Enough, Roy.”
The urge left me and I sat back on my heels, looking up at the two women on
the sofa. Julie had straightened her skirt and that beautiful shaven pussy
was hidden from my view. Hannah was laying back, looking down at me with
half closed eyes and breasts rising and falling. I knew that look, she was
so aroused.
Julie leaned over and kissed her deeply, her fingers stroking Hannah’s
breasts through the tight tennis top. Hannah moaned slightly and Julie
leered at me as she pulled Hannah’s tennis skirt up around Hannah’s waist. I
watched Hannah’s legs fall apart to reveal her bush, her pink lips poking
wetly through her black pubic hair.
“I love all this hair,” Julie said softly as he long fingers ran lightly
over Hannah’s pussy. Suddenly, with one short motion, Julie slid a long
finger into Hannah’s pussy. Hannah moaned slightly at this penetration, her
head lolling back onto Julies arm.
Julie coldly held my eyes as she worked her finger in and out of my wife’s
pussy. In and out, in and out, all the while gloating at me as Hannah
moaned. “She loves this, doesn’t she?’ she whispered to me and I couldn’t
look away.
With a faint plop, she removed her finger and wiped it on my cheek. Julie
leaned back and pointed at Hannah’s cunt. “Look, Roy,” she laughed. “Pretty
pussy.” Compelled once again, I fell into Hannah’s glorious pussy, licking
and caressing as usual while Hannah and Julie passionately kissed above me
on the sofa.
It didn’t take long. Hannah must have been terribly aroused and she came
with a rush, screaming loudly while Julie held her. After a moment, they
commanded me to stop and I l sat back to see the two beautiful women
embracing on the sofa, whispering softly to each other.
Soon, they disengaged, stood up and walked hand in hand to the bathroom with
their hand bags. I heard running water, giggles, voices and laughter behind
the closed bathroom door and after about twenty minutes the returned.
“Look, Roy,” Julie said, sliding her brief tennis skirt up. “Panties back
on.”
I gaped! Julies panties were so sheer, I could see her pussy lips flattened
against the transparent fabric. “Julie is such a tease on the tennis
court,” giggled Hannah.
The panties were sheer white with a white lace trim around the legs and I
drooled. “Looks like he loves my panties,” said Julie and dropped her skirt.
Please, ” I begged. “Please let me come. I need to come,” I pleaded. “I’ve
learnt my lesson.”
Hannah’s eyes narrowed. “Have you? I don’t think so, Roy. I can’t trust
you.” She glanced at Julie who smiled and Hannah said, “Destiny.”
When I came out of the trance, I was standing in front of the two women.
“What did you do to me?” I groaned. “What now?”
“Just changed a few commands,” Hannah said and Julie giggled. “It’s simple,
Roy. You must obey Julie and myself with out question.” She coldly looked
into my eyes. “Understand?” I nodded. It was hopeless.
“And Mandy,” Julie added.
“Yes, of course. Julie, Mandy and myself. Total obedience. Now get dressed.”
As I picked up my clothes, Julie added, “And no underwear, Roy.” I dropped
my shorts on the floor. “I like to think of your poor hard cock sliding
around in your pants.” They laughed and, totally humiliated, I dressed.
As we walked out the door, Hannah scooped up the panties and my shorts,
stuffing them in her bag.