Vicky and Christina had been in the shower for almost 20 minutes.
“It's in almost to the wrist.” Christina sounded like she was working hard and determined.
OK. Now they had my attention. Pushing the bathroom door open, I could see them through the clear plastic shower curtain.
Christina was sitting on the shower floor. Vicky was standing spread eagle over her face, her hands pressed against the back of the shower as she leaned forward. Christina had one hand buried in Vicky's pussy to the wrist. She was fisting her. Her other hand was wrapped around Vicky's but. At least two fingers stuck in her ass. She was using her tongue and teeth to nip at Vicky's clitoris.
I leaned up against the door frame and watched. They were having a good time. I was glad things had worked out so well during our trip. Vicky caught me looking and reach down to place her hand on Christina's cheek.
“He's watching us.” She was trying to talk through her gasps of breath.
“Good, let's make it special and give him a show.” Christina doubled her efforts. Her for arm was a blur as she twisted and flexed her hand deep in Vicky's pussy.
Within minutes Vicky was convulsing. Her legs were slack and she was about to fall.
“Go...YES.....Put it in Deeper.....Faster!” Her head flew back in the shower's water stream. Her body cumming hard. When she could take no more she collapsed into Christina's arms. Both giggling like school girls.
I went into the living room of our suite, fixed a drink and sat on the couch. A moment later the girls came in from the bathroom.
Vicky sat on one side, Christina on the other. They weren’t completely dry, towels wrapped around their wet hair. And that was all. But naked.
“OK, big boy. Have we got plans for you!” Vicky was pressing her boobs into my arm and looking at me with that drop dead, beautiful smile that always meant something devious, dangerous and sexual was about to happen.
“Vicky told me you could keep it up forever. After today, I believe it. But, we want to test that.” Christina was pressing her boobs into my other arm and purring at me like I was catnip.
We had made it back to our San Francisco hotel. Our day had been spent performing in two web cast, BDSM sessions at the Dungeon. One with a dominant biker bitch, the other with our new friend Christina.
We'd come here for a long Halloween weekend. The trip was a way for Vicky and I to explore her submissive side as well as her bisexual, dominant/submissive feelings.
I looked from one to the other and gulped.
“All right, what acts of perversions have you two come up with now?..... And, will I live through it?....... And, If I end up in jail are you two gonna get me out?” Whatever they'd dreamed up, I was already hooked. And, they knew it.
“We had a great idea in the shower.”
“Is that what you had in the shower?” They both hit me in the chest.
Vicky just smiled and started one of her breathless, explanations. “Well, we also had an idea in the shower. Since it's our last night here, I thought we'd get dressed up and go out for dinner. Do something special. See some sights. Christina will be our guest.”
“That sounds like fun.” I was almost relieved.
“But, that's not all.” Christina was picking up the narration. “Everywhere we go we're going to find someplace and fuck.”
Vicky jumped back in.
“Yea, we'll do a two on one. You and Christina can fuck me then we'll switch and you and I can fuck Christina. And, we don't mean 'just have sex'. We mean hard, fast fucking. Something like controlled rape. We'll keep going until we get worn out.”
“Or, until we get arrested.”
“Awhh...you wouldn't let that happen. After all it is our last night, you know. And, we've got to have something to remember when we go home.”
“You mean we haven't done enough to remember already?” I was astonished.
Both beautiful, nude women stood up and hugged each other, bodies pressed together from tits to thighs, French kissed then looked down at me and smiled.
“Oh, what the hell. I'm too big for anyone to make me their bitch in jail.” I stood up. “Let's get dressed and pick a place to eat.” I knew I was hooked when I'd opened that bathroom door. They did too.
Christina was grinning and looked at us slyly. As she brushed by me she whispered, “She said you'd give in.”
Vicky and Christina are beautiful, drop dead gorgeous women. Vicky and I meet Christina our first day in SFO at the sex shop 'Hard on Leather' where she works. We'd been enjoying each other's company almost nonstop.
Vicky had been a dancer all her life. A lmost 10 years as a professional . (Ballet and Jazz, not erotic. Well, sometimes erotic.) Her body is incredible. At 26 she is 5'5", 120lbs. Her measurements are 34D-20-33. Her face is a mixture of angelic beauty and exotic intrigue. One of a kind. Her skin has a natural, deep olive tan and always seems to have a glow like a fresh layer of baby oil. Absolutely no tan lines. Her legs are half her body height. Strong, lean and incredibly shaped. Her body's hard, strong and breathtaking. Despite it all, the first thing anyone ever notices about her is her hair. It's three feet of dark blond curls and waves. It frames her face and cascades to below her waist. Thick, wavy and luxurious.
Christina is also a classic beauty. Maybe 26. She's 5'8”, 135lbs, 36-21-35. Long, natural red hair. Skin so pale white it seems transparent and luminous. Long, shapely legs. A sprinkling of light orange freckles crosses her thighs, breasts and ass. Her nipples so light pink they're almost white and always standing up hard. She's also a hard body. Whatever she does to stay in shape, it works.
Both women are shaved and waxed from the neck down. Not even hair on their arms. And they both have that inch wide space between their thighs, from the knees to the hips. It makes their pussy lips visible when you look at them from the front or back. How in the hell do they do that?
Me? I'm a 6'3", 250 pound walking steel beam. After a military career and recent graduation from university, I was starting my next phase of life.
An hour later we were dressed and ready for dinner. Vicky wore the same turquoise blue dress she'd worn to the Ball. Christina's dress was almost a match, except in black. There wasn't enough material between the two dresses to make a decent tablecloth.
Four inch high heels all around and their only jewelry was earrings. They had one oversized hand bag between them and it was heavy. We were gonna draw attention no matter what.
I found the cab driver's card from our first night and secured his services. Our walk through the hotel drew stares and attention from everyone. No broken glasses this time but there was a very pissed off old woman yelling about her husband's wandering eyes.
The cab was waiting. When the driver saw us he rushed around and opened the door. As I passed him getting in the car he whispered to me. “Jesus, man. What do you do, put something in the water or just hypnotize them?”
We had reservations at a famous, seafood restaurant right on the water near Fisherman's Wharf. I hoped they'd survive the night.
I sat in the middle of the taxi's back seat. The girls sat on each side of me, beautiful skin everywhere. They were taking turns sticking their tongues down my throat. The cabbie was having difficulty watching the road and watching us in his rear view mirror.
Vicky saw him looking and leaned over to whisper in Christina's ear. Short giggles then they reached out and kissed each other. Christina turned and lay across my lap on her back. Vicky leaned over kissing her from lips to chest. When she ran out of skin, she pulled apart the front of Christina's dress and started on those pink nipples.
Suddenly, we were bouncing around on the sidewalk. The car jerked and we were back in the street. The girls never broke their rhythm. All I could do was shake my head. The driver was straining to see the action in his rear view mirror whispering, “Fuuuuck!”
When we were safely in the street, Vicky looked up at him in his mirror. “Take your time. We need about ten or fifteen minutes.”
Both girls made a dive for my dick. Vicky had my pants apart in seconds. Christine took the head of my dick in her mouth. Between her tongue and teeth raking over the head, I was hard in an instant. Vicky was using her teeth to run up and down the vein that ran up the base of my prick.
“Fuuuck.” The cabbie had slowed to a crawl. He was almost in a trance looking at the action in his mirror. He was actually doing a better job of driving only because he'd pulled off on a parallel street with less traffic.
My dick was standing up hard. Vicky and Christina were taking turns sucking and jacking me off.
Vicky cupped my balls and grinned at Christina. “Watch this.” Those long nails started pulling at my balls while she bit down on the ring around the head of my dick. My hips shot 6 inches off the seat trying to fuck her mouth.
“Wow. Does that feel good? I'll bet she could suck your brains out the end of your dick. If she doesn't, I will.” Christina was watching Vicky's mouth and hand action. She had a look of amazement on her face. Maybe, amusement. Whatever, she clamped her mouth on mine and tried to suck my tongue out.
The cabbie had pulled over to the side of the street, turned around and was watching us over the seat.
Between the two women I was getting close.
“Oh shit.” I grabbed a hand full of Vicky's hair. “Vic, I'm gonna cum!” Christina had moved her face down next to Vicky's waiting for the blast.
Everything stopped. Vicky grabbed the base of my dick and squeezed.
“God.....Vicky.....what the hell are you doing?”
“Not yet baby. I want you to stay hard as a rock and ready to fuck, real soon.” Vicky sat up, smiled that 'your gonna get fucked to death' smile and kissed me.
Christina looked up at the driver. “Go man.....We're hungry.”
At the restaurant the girls were the center of attention. After dinner we had drinks in the bar area. They were both relaxed, sipping drinks and looking fine. Vicky's eyes flew open and she let out a yelp then moaned. The show had started.
Christine brought her hand from under the table and ran it along my jaw. I could smell Vicky's pussy juices. She reached the hand bag slid it into her lap. She looked at Vicky and whispered.
“Turn around, bitch!” Vicky turned sideways and I heard a 'click-click'.
“Now, let's get out of here.”
I had already paid the bill so we got up and left. Christina was holding Vicky close in front of her as we hit the street. Even with the restaurant crowd and Fisherman's Wharf a block away, this was still a warehouse area. The cabbie had gone so we walked a block.
Christina reached in the hand bag, pulled something out and put it in my hand. The chain with the nipple clamps.
When we were out of direct eye site I grabbed Vicky's arm and spun her around. I finally noticed her hands were cuffed behind her back.
“Be still.” Christina stood behind her, reached into the front of her dress and lifted her breasts up and out of the plunging neckline. I bent over, kissed her and rubbed her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and I could feel the sexual tension flying through her body. Christina pinched her boobs up high as I attached the clips and twisted the clamps down on her nipples.
“Oh....Shiiiit!” She liked it. Christina squeezed her breast flesh harder. “That feels soooo gooood.”
Smiling her wicked smile, Christina said, “I knew it would.”
We turned down the first dark alley and stopped at a loading dock.
Christina garbed Vicky by her hair and pulled her over to the raised concrete loading dock. Between her hands and mouth she was all over Vicky. Christina looked over at me.
“Well, what do you think?”
“It'll do.”
Christine hoped up on the loading dock and scooted her ass to the edge. I found a wooden box and pushed it in place for the Vicky in front of the loading dock. Vicky stood on the box between Christina's legs. Perfect height.
Christina had pulled her dress up to her waist to reveal those beautiful legs and that bald pussy. Vicky couldn't wait to bent over and bury her face in those pink pussy lips. I grabbed the hem of Vicky's dress and pulled it up, over her head and let it hang on her cuffed hands. That ass was incredible.
I released my cock and twisted Vicky so she could move her hands up and down its length. I was hard in seconds. I kicked her feet farther apart and in one motion was buried to my balls in her cunt. No preliminaries. She was already hot and very wet.
“Oh, Fuck” Vicky was pushing her hips back into me.
“Fuck her. Fuck her HARD.” Christina was really getting into this. “Eat that pussy bitch. Suck on my clit.” She reached between her legs and grabbed the chain that was clamped to Vicky's nipples. She pulled it taught. I knew it was pulling Vicky's hard nipples up with her breasts.
Even with us working her over, Vicky was enjoying herself. I could tell. I grabbed her pelvic bones and rammed my hips and cock harder into her cunt.
“Fuck her really hard. Get in deeper.” Christina was squirming under Vicky's mouth. “Slap her ass so she knows who's in charge.”
Reaching down and grabbing her thigh, I picked up Vicky's leg. She's so flexible I had no problem lifting her leg straight out to the side and placing her foot on the loading dock ledge. She was balancing on one high heel. Changing angles, I bent my legs and pushed deeper into that incredible pussy.
Vicky picked up her head and looked back at me. “Aw, FUCK yes. Baby that feels so Goooood.” Her eyes fluttered then she dropped her head back into Christina's pussy.
Between fucking, sucking, ass slapping and nipple torture, we had been at it for a good ten minutes.
Oh shit! I could feel eyes on us from the dark or somewhere. I stopped moving and slowly turned my head. A truck had stopped at the end of the alley.
Vicky looked back at me in surprise. “What?...... Why'd you stop?” I still hadn't moved.
“Please don't stop. Fuck Me! Fuck Me In The ASS!...... We talked about it! I'm ready!........Keep fucking me and you can fuck my ass.” She had that pleading in her voice again. “Fuck me in the ass...... When you're ready to cum, tell me. I'll let you fuck me in the mouth and fill it full of cum.