Christopher Enslaved For Life
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Waking up with two naked and beautiful women on either side of you would have to be the best thing in existence.
It had been a hot night (in more ways than one!) and we had kicked the all the blankets and sheets onto the floor. Or maybe we had done it in the midst of all the sex during the night; I was a little hazy on the details. The end result though was that I had woken up surrounded by smooth, soft, and cool skin.
Linda was on my right and she was languid and relaxed - sporting a satisfied expression on her face even while asleep. She had an arm across my chest and one leg draped over my hip. Emily was on my left, and she lay facing me with her long legs drawn up towards her chest. I had an arm around the girl, and she was resting a hand comfortably on my forearm as I held her to me.
The night before had been absolutely incredible.
It was hard to pick the best part, but what was high in the contention was how Linda had acted and treated Emily. After we had gone past the pretext of having the young woman over and had moved straight to the sex, Linda had taken my direction about her being a plaything for us to enjoy rather to heart. I don’t mean to say that she mistreated Emily in any way; it was more that she treated her like a beautiful prop for us both to use however we saw fit. Emily was just along for the ride.
At the same time though, Emily had loved it all - at least, going by how many times she had cum anyway. I had influenced her so that she wanted to be used by Linda and I; and she had definitely got to experience that many times over! Every time we had directed her to a new position or had told her to do something, she had flushed with arousal and had willingly done so.
Linda and I had been so entranced with our little toy that I hadn’t even fucked my wife last night! Instead, we had used Emily over and over to bring outselves to climax. When I had at last been too exhausted to fuck anymore - even with the cheat of freezing time and having a rest to recuperate - Linda had taken charge one last time.
We had finished up the evening in the shower, so after we were all laying on the bed - tired, content, and still damp from the water - Linda had reached out and twined her fingers in Emily’s disheveled hair. With heavily lidded eyes, my wife had inexorably pushed the girl by her hair downwards and between her thighs. Linda had arched her back and purred; thrusting her large breasts into the air as she had ground Emily’s face into her crotch. Even though she too had been exhausted, Emily had obediently began to lick and suck at wife’s pussy one last time.
I had watched; intent and almost awed, as Linda lazily used the girl to get off. Linda had moaned quietly and happily, directing Emily where she wanted her to go with the firm grip she’d had on her hair. It hadn’t taken long, and Linda was soon trembling and shuddering from her orgasm. Once she had finished, she had petted and stroked Emily’s head absently; letting her know she had done a good job.
It had almost been enough to bring me to hardness once more, but when both women had settled happily on either side of me I had quickly drifted off to sleep; cocooned by their soft curves.
Remembering last night had got me hard. I looked at both of the women next to lustfully; they were both such a perfect contrast for one another. Linda so small, and yet possessing awe-inspiring curves. Emily tall and willowy, with slender limbs still in the first blush of youth. It was still early and both of them were still fast asleep - their breathing relaxed and steady.
Watching Linda interacting with our little plaything last night had been such a huge turn on that I wanted to encourage that side of her. Being careful not to disturb either of them, I activated the Watch and froze time.
Once I entered the eerily silent world I had come to know so well, I stretched without fear of waking the women. I casually groped both Linda and Emily; taking liberties with their pliant and helpless forms. I never got tired of this - being able to have my way with someone with them all unknowing.
I turned to my wife and kissed her forehead, before gently tucking her midnight hair out of the way and placing my mouth by ear.
“Linda, you love taking charge of who we bring into our bed. They are a toy for us to enjoy.” I repeated this refrain softly to my wife, not wanting Emily to hear.
I considered giving further instructions to Emily, but decided not to. She was perfect as she was. Besides; if I got what I wanted with Linda, the thought of Emily hesitantly giving into my wife’s more strong willed desires ... well suffice to say I wanted to see more of that.
I got back into position on the bed and restarted time. I purposely jostled the two women and smiled in anticipation as I watched them wake up. My dick was standing proudly erect, and I was looking forward to some fun this morning.
“Mmm ... good morning, lover.” Linda said sleepily to me, smiling happily.
“Are you talking to me or our guest?” I asked her, smirking a bit.
Linda raised herself on one elbow and looked over me to Emily who was blinking sleepily. She looked at the girl with a hungry and possessive expression.
“You’re my lover. She’s our little plaything.” Linda said lightly, echoing my command. Emily looked up at my wife’s words and blushed prettily at hearing herself described thus.
“Well we certainly had fun with her, I will admit.” I said, also grinning possessively over at Emily who returned my smile - if a bit hesitantly.
“You’re the kinkiest people I’ve ever met.” She said to Linda and I, her face flushed and pleased. “I never suspected you were like this.”
“Maybe you just bring out the best in us.” Linda said, directing a smouldering look her way. She then noticed my erection for the first time. “Oh my - is that for me or for her?”
“Undecided.” I teased her, smiling at how she had echoed my question. “How much do you want it?”
“I wouldn’t say no.” Linda purred as she reached down and wrapped a small hand around my girth. She squeezed my shaft gently. “I missed out on this last night. I think you were a little distracted by someone else.”
“You’re one to talk!” I laughed. I sighed happily as Linda started to slowly stroke me. “Why don’t you climb on, lovely?”
“What about me?” Emily asked, half amused and half seriously. She was watching us both intently.
“I haven’t forgotten about you, dear.” Linda said heatedly before turning to me. “I have a better idea, honey.”
“I’m all ears.” I groaned as she continued to play with me.
“Trust me.” Linda grinned, copying my words from last night.
I nodded happily at my wife. My direction to her had obviously worked and I liked where this was going.
Linda clambered over me and slid her body over that of Emily’s. The girl’s breathing increased as my wife straddled and then gently pinned her arms above her head. She then leant down and kissed Emily, softly at first - but then harder. I watched as Linda started to kiss the girl aggressively; plundering and laying claim to her.
She broke the kiss and looked down at Emily with their faces barely an inch apart. Linda licked her lips and Emily was watching her with wide eyes, both of their faces flushed with arousal. Linda gently gave her one last quick kiss on the lips.
“Ready to do what I tell you, little one?” She murmured, pressing her heavy breasts into Emily’s small ones.
Emily swallowed and then nodded vigorously.
“Good girl.” Linda nipped Emily’s lower lip. “Scoot down to the middle of the bed.”
Emily slowly and carefully slide out from under Linda and did as she was told. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Linda then crawled over to where the girl was laying and got onto all fours above her in the classic sixty-nine position. She lowered her hips so that her pussy was hovering just above her face.
“If you do a good job I might return the favour.” She said arousal making her voice thick.
I had moved to behind Linda and made eye contact with Emily as she lay with her head under my wife’s hips. Emily didn’t break our gaze as she extended her tongue and began to lap the folds of my wife’s pussy.
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BisexualI brought a drink and went and sat at a couch in one of the corners about 5 minutes later this women who I had noticed earlier and not because she was hot but actually the opposite she was a large women about 35 years old, but was wearing a semi-tight black dress and looked kind of sexy for her size. She asked if she could join me on the couch I noticed a few spare ones but could do with the company, sure as I moved to the side a little. She introduced herself as Mary. She asked what I...
THE BOX IS AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL, WHEREVER THAT IS or If you think you're confused just think how I feel. Wendy has mesmerized my Dad ... pretty easy to do ... after all, he did marry my mother. Wendy claims she's sleeping with me tonight ... I have a single bed. We're riding together in the backseat and it's my father's idea. 'You could hold my hand' I held her hand. I can hear her in my head. 'Yes, you can.' Evidently, she hears me in her head. 'Yes, I do.' I...
WELL, I NEVER... My Grandmother's exact words. She was speechless after that. Mom greeted Wendy with the hug reserved for her brother ... the hug kept for momentous occasions. When Harry came home from Germany after the war, he got that hug. Mom came from a family of nine. Eight girls and Harry ... Harry was the treasured, and only boy. The Bleeker's, Harry Sr. and Myrtle, had Mom, then seven spectacular beauties, and Harry. Harry had been captured when his B-17 was shot down three...
CHURCH 'Where do we go?' she asked. 'Stick with me.' Sunday School at the Congregational Church for us "almost teens" was upstairs behind the balcony. The church was very old, built of rough faced grey quarried marble. Although it looked small, it was roomy, with beautiful stained glass windows and plush pews. There was a marvelous pipe organ built by the Felgemaker Pipe Organ Company. Four manuals, two layer foot pedals, several side manuals and row upon row of stops. The...