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expectant. It’s blatantly clear that she’s not talking about food.
Oddly enough, the face that I found to be tired and smeared a moment ago suddenly seems almost tempting, or at least doable. My sexual proclivities are rearing their ugly heads. Two girls willing to do anything to please me? The opportunities are endless.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, my interest piqued.
The brunette pipes up. “
We
could be your breakfast. If you want,” she adds, almost shyly.
Her friend nods in agreement. “I hope you have a big appetite.”
I smile wolfishly, definitely interested now.
“Well, have you ever heard the phrase ‘my eyes are bigger than my stomach’?”
One girl smiles and the other nods. I nod back and lean forward, speaking quietly as if sharing a secret.
“I like to watch,” I tell them.
Brunette immediately stands up, gently pushing my shoulders backward until I’m reclining again.
“Then watch this,” she tells me confidently. She grabs Blondie and pulls her onto the lounger next to me. “I’m Erika,” she announces, as she pushes Blondie onto her back. “And this is Meghan.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I mumble.
But they don’t hear me. Brunette is sliding Blondie’s shorts off, pulling them down over her hips and then licking each place that her fingers touched. As she moves to the girl’s tits, taking off her shirt and then pulling one of those lush little nipples into her mouth, my dick gets hard and I pull it out of my pants.
There is something wrong with me.
I get off on watching other people’s pleasure. Or I get off when pain is involved. Or I get off when something is far, far over the line of normal. I don’t get off by my own participation. That’s fucked up in a million different ways, but I’m not going to analyze it now.
For now, I’m going to watch the girls’ tight little bodies sliding together, because that does it for me.
Watching their tongues tangle, their tits press together… that does it for me, too.
And when Brunette’s mouth burrows between Blondie’s legs and then Blondie comes into Brunette’s mouth… I’m a goner. I stroke myself, not caring that any number of the staff inside the house could glance out and see me getting off on the lounge chair.
Before long, Brunette shoves my hand away, replacing it with her mouth. Blondie kneels over my balls, licking them like an ice cream cone.
“Pull on my balls,” I instruct Blondie. She grins devilishly and does as I ask. “Harder,” I say firmly. “Harder.”
Pain shoots through me as she complies, and she pulls ever harder on my ball sack. I like the pain. It blocks out reality.
I smile and take a sip of coffee, as they bob and dip and pull and suck in front of me.
Turns out, this Monday isn’t so bad after all.
Jacey
I glance at the clock in the dingy, hot office. Ten thirty-seven A.M. We were supposed to be here at Joe’s Gladiators thirty-seven minutes ago.
I actually showed up early, not wanting to get on Joe’s bad side right off the bat. The bailiff had said that any little thing could give Joe grounds to not sign my card. Dominic Kinkaide, however, apparently doesn’t worry about such things. He’s late.
Very late.
To distract myself, I pick up my phone and call my best friend. Who better to commiserate with, right?
Maddy answers on the second ring.
“Hey girl,” she chirps cheerfully. “What’s up?”
I scowl. “Don’t pretend you don’t know,” I tell her grumpily. “I know that Gabe told you everything. I suck. It’s common knowledge.”
Maddy pauses. “You sometimes suck,” she agrees. “But not most of the time. You messed up. Big deal. You’re fixing it now.”
“You’ve got that right,” I agree, staring around Joe’s cluttered office. “I’m at the gym waiting to start my community service. It’s disgusting here. And those boys out there. Oh my god. They’re so intimidating. They look like they might shiv someone in the
Oddly enough, the face that I found to be tired and smeared a moment ago suddenly seems almost tempting, or at least doable. My sexual proclivities are rearing their ugly heads. Two girls willing to do anything to please me? The opportunities are endless.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, my interest piqued.
The brunette pipes up. “
We
could be your breakfast. If you want,” she adds, almost shyly.
Her friend nods in agreement. “I hope you have a big appetite.”
I smile wolfishly, definitely interested now.
“Well, have you ever heard the phrase ‘my eyes are bigger than my stomach’?”
One girl smiles and the other nods. I nod back and lean forward, speaking quietly as if sharing a secret.
“I like to watch,” I tell them.
Brunette immediately stands up, gently pushing my shoulders backward until I’m reclining again.
“Then watch this,” she tells me confidently. She grabs Blondie and pulls her onto the lounger next to me. “I’m Erika,” she announces, as she pushes Blondie onto her back. “And this is Meghan.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I mumble.
But they don’t hear me. Brunette is sliding Blondie’s shorts off, pulling them down over her hips and then licking each place that her fingers touched. As she moves to the girl’s tits, taking off her shirt and then pulling one of those lush little nipples into her mouth, my dick gets hard and I pull it out of my pants.
There is something wrong with me.
I get off on watching other people’s pleasure. Or I get off when pain is involved. Or I get off when something is far, far over the line of normal. I don’t get off by my own participation. That’s fucked up in a million different ways, but I’m not going to analyze it now.
For now, I’m going to watch the girls’ tight little bodies sliding together, because that does it for me.
Watching their tongues tangle, their tits press together… that does it for me, too.
And when Brunette’s mouth burrows between Blondie’s legs and then Blondie comes into Brunette’s mouth… I’m a goner. I stroke myself, not caring that any number of the staff inside the house could glance out and see me getting off on the lounge chair.
Before long, Brunette shoves my hand away, replacing it with her mouth. Blondie kneels over my balls, licking them like an ice cream cone.
“Pull on my balls,” I instruct Blondie. She grins devilishly and does as I ask. “Harder,” I say firmly. “Harder.”
Pain shoots through me as she complies, and she pulls ever harder on my ball sack. I like the pain. It blocks out reality.
I smile and take a sip of coffee, as they bob and dip and pull and suck in front of me.
Turns out, this Monday isn’t so bad after all.
Jacey
I glance at the clock in the dingy, hot office. Ten thirty-seven A.M. We were supposed to be here at Joe’s Gladiators thirty-seven minutes ago.
I actually showed up early, not wanting to get on Joe’s bad side right off the bat. The bailiff had said that any little thing could give Joe grounds to not sign my card. Dominic Kinkaide, however, apparently doesn’t worry about such things. He’s late.
Very late.
To distract myself, I pick up my phone and call my best friend. Who better to commiserate with, right?
Maddy answers on the second ring.
“Hey girl,” she chirps cheerfully. “What’s up?”
I scowl. “Don’t pretend you don’t know,” I tell her grumpily. “I know that Gabe told you everything. I suck. It’s common knowledge.”
Maddy pauses. “You sometimes suck,” she agrees. “But not most of the time. You messed up. Big deal. You’re fixing it now.”
“You’ve got that right,” I agree, staring around Joe’s cluttered office. “I’m at the gym waiting to start my community service. It’s disgusting here. And those boys out there. Oh my god. They’re so intimidating. They look like they might shiv someone in the
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