“Hey Tyler, over here!” Says Megan, waving at me with a long, lithe arm. “Come sit with us!” She’s at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, surrounded by a gaggle of attractive female friends, all looking suspiciously innocent.
I make my way toward them, threading through cheap plastic tables packed with buzzing tech workers, who wolf down food as they excitedly debate the most boring software topics in history—arguments about indentation rules and semantically meaningful whitespace. I grin, face gripped by mirth. My lunchtime conversation promises to be much more interesting.
I reach the corner table, heart barely skiping a beat as I slide muscular legs between Megan and her friend Jess. Our thighs rub against each other on the crowded bench. “Ladies,” I say, setting down my tray to unwrap a sandwich.
“Gentleman,” says Megan, dropping her springy voice down to a mock baritone as she puffs out her chest. The pantomime draws a fit of laughter from her peers. “So how’s it going, Tye-Tye?” She leans forward, forearms steepled over her lunch, emboldened.
I smile in spite of myself. “Who’s Tye-Tye?”
“Soooo uptight.” Megan rolls her eyes. “How about Mr T? Can I call you that instead?”
I ignore her words and put the sandwich to my mouth, sinking my teeth into a massive bite of turkey, sourdough, and provolone cheese. My eyes never leave hers as I chew, face blank and unreadable. The silence is deafening as I watch her squirm, writhing in the failure of the jab.
The pressure becomes too much for her. “Fine, <em>Tyler</em>.” She speaks my name with bitter emphasis. “How you doing?”
I nod, satisfied. Megan is like a wild stallion, you have to break her in, or she’ll never show respect. “I’m good, Nutmeg,” I say, delivering her nickname with a wink. The comment releases tension, causing the other women at the table to giggle. “How bout you?”
She stares back at me, flashing irritation and amusement with her cornflower-blue eyes. Slowly, her mouth contorts in a reluctant smile. “I’m just dandy!”
“You know,” I give her a nudge with my tricep. “I went and got that thing done, yesterday.”
Megan throws back her head to cackle. “The full body wax?”
“Yeah. That was the challenge, right?”
Jess perks up, leaning over my right deltoid to fixate on our faces. She’s beautiful. A wild-eyed woman with flaming red hair, snowy skin, and high cheekbones. The visage of a viking, embodied in an artisanal mix of courage and meekness. I bet her pussy smells like cinnamon.
“What challenge?” she says.
“You wanna tell her, Tye-Tye?”
I glare at Megan, but let this one slide. “Basically, Megan implied that women are made of stronger stuff, that a man could never handle a full body wax.”
Megan cuts in. “Especially not the sensitive parts!”
“Especially not the sensitive parts.” I nod.
Jess crumples her brow. “So what was the challenge?”
“For me to get my sensitive parts waxed, and prove my manhood or something.” I say, smirking as I give Jess a sidelong glance.
“Oh, that’s it?”
“It wasn’t very thought out,” I say.
“I really just wanted to see if he would do it,” says Megan, her eyes twinkling.
I wave a finger in the air, scolding the raven haired vixen. “But you promised me something if I went through with it.”
Megan lets out another wicked cackle. “Oh I did, didn’t I?”
“I expect you to deliver.”
“What did she promise?” says Jess.
“Do I tell her?” I say.
“Nope.” Megan grins like a sadist, slipping a silvery hand under the table to graze my upper thigh. “So how does it feel down there?”
“Airy and vulnerable,” I say, my squared jaw working a piece of my sandwich. “I get nervous whenever I bend over.”
The tables bursts out in laughter. “Welcome to womanhood,” says Megan with a wink.
“Now about that promise.” I won’t let her get out this one.
“It won’t be me, but I’ll find someone.”
I glance over at Jess, my smiling eyes concealing monstrous intentions. Her face meets me with a puzzle of quizzical thoughts. “How about her?” I say.
Megan bursts out laughing. “Oh, Tye-Tye. You are just precious.”
She can call me whatever she wants, if she can convince this northern angel to lick my asshole.
“What about me?” Jess looks ready to explode in a fit of curiosity.
I pat her shoulder. “How about we three get drinks after work? Maybe we’ll tell you then.”
Megan lets out another cackle.
Jess frowns, but her pink lips curl in a barely repressed smile. “Fine.”
I sit at one of the benches along the wall of Roper and Rye, a trendy whiskey bar a few blocks from work, and watch the room as I wait for the ladies to join me. The servers are all young men, sporting vintage suit vests and elaborate facial hair, looking like characters featured on Monopoly money. They strut around in the dim light like proud roosters. Nothing wrong with a little showmanship, I guess.
I’m lost in my thoughts when I hear a springy voice erupt behind me. “There he is!” says Megan, Jess peeking over her shoulder with a smile.
“Right where I said I’d be,” I say.
“Yeah, yeah. So what are you buying us?” She hands Jess a menu, and begins to browse the list of craft cocktails with indulgent eyes. I can literally see the narrative spinning up in Megan’s face: how this is a treat, and how she <em>deserves</em> it. She’s funny that way—has to frame everything in a little internal story.
Jess, on the other hand, sits quietly to the side. She’s already set her menu down, and is staring at us patiently. That’s one of the things I find so charming about Jess, she doesn’t take her ego with her everywhere she goes.
“So, what’ll it be?” I say.
“I want the pineapple sour,” says Megan.
“How bout you, Jess?”
“Highball.” She hands me her menu as I call over a server and place the orders. “So, what’s all this about?” she says, once the mustachioed butler takes his leave.
“Our secret has a three drink minimum,” I say.
“Oh really, and why’s that?” Jess crosses her legs, which bulge in shapely arcs under her skin-tight jeans. “I’m intrigued.”
“Glad to hear it,” I say.
Megan slaps my arm before turning to her friend. “Because, our truth isn’t suited to virgin ears.”
“This isn’t some cult shit, is it?”
“Is there a cult for this?” I say, drawing laughter from Megan. “Something involving full body waxing and anal?”
“What?!” says Jess, her sculpted eyebrows leaping up her forehead. “Anal?”
“Oh shut up, Tyler.” Megan tilts her head. “He’s messing with you.“
“How many drinks in are we?” I say, jiggling my glass of whiskey on the rocks. It’s near empty.
“One drink?” says Jess, her highball having just arrived.
“Slam these, and lets order another round,” I say.
Megan wrinkles her button nose. “A pineapple sour is not made to be slammed.”
“Bullshit. You didn’t even know pineapple sours existed before tonight.”
The ladies laugh as they down their drinks. I can already feel an alcoholic buzz percolating in the air, like a warm statically charged blanket. Another round is soon delivered, this time it’s shots. We each slam one, rolling quickly down the hill of sobriety.
“How bout now?” I say.
“We’re getting there,” says Megan. “So Jess, we’re good friends, right?”
“Sure.”
“Like I tell you things, and you tell me things. Like how you think Tyler is super hot.”
Jess’ snowy skin goes pink. “Oh god, is that what this is about?”
“Does she?” I grin ear to ear.
“Shut up,” says Megan as she hits me once more. “And not exactly. Well, you know how I think Tyler is super hot too?”
“Yeah…”
“Let’s grab another drink,” I say, flagging the server for another round of shots. They’re delivered quickly, and we swallow the burning liquid down our throats. I’m solidly tipsy now.
“So anyway,” says Megan, her words now lightly slurred. “I trust you. Do you trust me?”
“Of course!” Jess leans in for a hug. I watch as the two ladies smoosh their athletic bodies against one-another. “You’re like my best friend here.”
“You too!”
“I love you.”
“Oh my goddd, I love you too.”
I clear my throat.
“Oh, right,” says Megan. “So, do you want to fuck Tyler with me?”
Forty minutes later and I’m staring at Jess’ naked body on my couch. She sits across from me like a lamb offered to some undeserving god: supple thighs sticking to black leather, snowy skin puckered with virgin goosebumps. She rubs her concave shoulders, concealing rigid pink nipples. Even after a few more drinks at my place, I know she’s nervous.
To my left, Megan drapes her body over my thigh, smiling like a witch at her friend. She revels in the contrast of their natures, in the affirmation of her own wildness. On a whim, she pops my semi-erect penis in her mouth, massaging it as she stares at Jess, her cornflower eyes a feline challenge.
I push her off of me, and move to sit next to Jess, I know what she needs. Placing my broad left arm over her shoulder, I lean in to kiss her temple, smelling lavender in her hair as I slowly pull her hands from her shoulders.
“It’s alright,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” I hook my fingers under her chin, pulling her mouth toward me. She lets out a gentle moan as we kiss, and I can feel the tension leaving her body. “There we go,” I say, gazing into her sea green eyes. She opens up with a shy smile.
Megan crosses the room and falls to her knees, placing the tip my now hard cock in her mouth. She sucks eagerly, demanding attention as she slides my shaft deep down her throat. I can feel her black hair tickle my thighs as her head bobs, and I let out a moan.
Even with her mouth full, I can still see that self satisfied smile as she feels my tip swell up in her mouth. But I know what she deserves.
I grab a tuft of Megan’s hair and push her head down over my cock, choking her as I fill up her esophagus. She gags and immediately struggles to pull away, but I hold her head in my powerful arm for a second longer before letting her retreat.
She spits a massive wad of saliva onto the tip of my dick. “Asshole,” she says.
I smile, slamming the little slut’s face back into my pelvis over and over again. I use her throat like she’s my personal little sex toy, and she loves it. I can see her hand snaking between her legs, see her thighs quivering as she rubs herself.
I look over to Jess, who watches the scene with wide eyed fascination. “Come here,” I say, pulling her up with my free hand, and adjusting her so that her crotch hovers in front of my face. A little tuft of orange hairs sits above her public bone and tickles my nose as I burrow into her.
She squirms a little, but it’s not enough. “No,” I say. “Throw your legs over the back of my couch and ride my face.”
She nods and does as she’s told. Now I can really burrow into her pussy, licking her cinnamon clit as she writhes and moans above me, gyrating her labia over my angular face. She coats me in silky discharge.
Gripped by passion, I release Megan’s hair, and cup Jess’ thighs, squeezing as I work my tongue. But Megan won’t be ignored, and I feel a sharp pain as she nips at my testicles.
“Excuse me, sweetheart,” I say, gently moving Jess off of me. “But there’s a naughty little bitch that needs to be punished.”
Megan crawls to the ground on all fours, propping up her tight, round ass at me as she smiles over her shoulder. “Fuck me, daddy.”
I let out a deep growl as I pull on her hair like the reigns of a domesticated animal, causing her neck to arch back as I bury my cock deep inside of her. I can feel her ridges pulsing as she moans with each hard thrust, secretions coating my slick balls.
“You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” I release my grip from her hair so she can nod. “Are you sorry?”
“I’m sorry, daddy!”
I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the couch, where I set her on top my dick. “Then ride me like a good girl.”
Megan nods, and begins gyrating her pelvis in eager spasms.
I pull Jess in for a kiss, my face glistening with her own juices. She accepts, and suckles on my lips greedily.
“I want you to get on your knees and lick my balls while your friend rides me,” I say. “Can you do that for me?”
She nods and moves to the floor. I lose sight of her behind Megan, but soon feel a pleasant warmth engulf my scrotum as she sucks and tugs on my sack like a lollipop.
On top of me, Megan’s face is contorted in ecstasy as she spins on my cock, tightening around me with building excitement as she nears her edge. Time to finish her off. I grab her long, elegant throat, tightening until she can barely breath.
She lets out a raspy moan. “Daddy,” she chokes, shuttering as an orgasm racks her body. Waves of pleasure send contractions through her vaginal walls, causing a drip of pre cum to escape the tip of my swollen cock as I near my own orgasm. But I still have something to do.
I reach around Megan and grasp Jess’ glorious fiery locks, pushing her head down slowly, feeling her obedient tongue glide down my scrotum, taint, and settle over my asshole. Victory. Her wet little mouth licks at the sensitive nerve endings around the rim of my ass with surprising eagerness.
I clench up, waves of pleasure attacking me from every angle as my cock throbs inside of Megan. I let out a loud moan as I cum harder than I ever have in my life, stuffing that dirty whore full of wave after wave of semen. She’s orgasming again, watching me with half-closed eyes and a beaming smile as she feels the warm milky fluid fill her.
“Good boy,” she says.
In response, I gently slap her across the cheek before bringing my hand to her throat once more. Using her neck as leverage, I stand up and toss her under me. From there, I keep her pinned down as I pull out to watch heavy trickles of semen pour out of her gaping cunt and flow over my black couch.
“Good girl,” I say with a wink, and watch her smile underneath me.
“Asshole.”
I pull Jess up from the ground with my free hand and kiss her passionately. “I owe you a little attention.” I say, letting my hand glide down the small of her back until it rests on her shapely ass.
She nods, letting her head fall to rest at my shoulder, tassels of cinnamon fire tickling my cheek. Such an obedient little girl. I give her a kiss on the crown of the head.
“I’m going to make love to you, Jess.”
She smiles sweetly, burying her face in my chest as I watch my cum run down her friend’s thigh.
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