Tootsie and I shared a very strange bond. She enjoyed my watching her and her girlfriends. This was great, because I enjoyed watching. I never knew before this that I had voyeuristic tendencies. But now I looked forward to whatever show she decided to put on. It had been three weeks since our first encounter, and there was no shortage of beautiful women in her life. Some nights were so steamy, I just wanted to go over there and join in. That was not the arrangement, though I hoped that might change one day.
This particular evening, a warm Friday night, fresh from a late afternoon rain; the smell of crepe myrtle and asphalt hung heavy in the air. I was worn out from a busy work week and couldn’t wait to relax. I looked forward to seeing Tootsie and whomever her partner was tonight; possibly stroking myself to release, then passing out. I opened the door to my apartment, stepped inside and got comfortable.
Tootsie did not disappoint. Tonight, she wore a white lace bra and panties combo, with matching stockings and garter. The other woman was the most beautiful creature I think I’ve ever seen. She was taller than Tootsie (or maybe wearing heels) wearing green lingerie that matched Tootsie’s. Her hair was long locks of fire, streaming to the middle of her back. It was moments like this that I wished to have a closer look, as they moved in closer, their lips locking in a sensual kiss.
I could feel the stirring in my loins when there was a knock at my door. Who in hell is knocking on my door at eleven-thirty on a Friday? I rose, turned on the living room light, and went to the door. I used the peephole to look into the hallway, but saw nothing. I opened the door, expecting an empty hallway. My ex-girlfriend surprised me instead, stepping from behind the wall.
“Hi, I know it’s late, I just wanted to see you,” she started, letting herself in. “I was in the area and thought I could come up and we could, you know.”
“I’m not interested,” my words flew with more disgust in them than I was prepared for.
Apparently, she was oblivious to it, as she continued on. “I miss your hands, your touch,” she moved closer, reaching to put her hands on my bare chest.
“I bet you do, should’ve thought about that before your little weekend trip,” I snapped at her. She was the one who decided to run off with another guy.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she cooed, trying to put her hands on me, “come here.” She attempted to kiss me; I turned my face, then turned my body and walked away.
I walked towards the dining area, glancing out the window, and noticed the neighbor’s light was off. Dammit, I missed the whole thing. I wish she would just leave.
Again, she tried to grope me, putting her arms around me, feeling my chest and abs. I wiggled away in protest, keeping my hands to myself, wondering how I would get out of this. She pushed me, causing me to overbalance and land on the couch. She quickly climbed on me, straddling my lap. I crossed my arm over my body. She attempted another kiss and I continued to move my face back and forth to avoid her.
My mind flooded with actions and outcomes. For any guy, this situation is a catch-22. If we fight back, if we give in, there’s no out. We are automatically guilty of being the aggressor and no one will ever believe it’s the other way around. Trapped. That’s what I am. I continued to resist her advances as she attempted to force me to put my hands around her. I needed a way out.
Knock, knock, knock.
I had never been so happy to hear that sound. I didn’t care what time it was; I didn’t wonder who it was. Right now, this person was saving me. “I gotta get that,” I said, lurching forward. This time she let up, standing to clear the path.
I opened the door to see Tootsie looking at me. The look on her face was a mixture of rage and contempt. Tootsie and her friend walked in past me; eyes focused on my ex who was staring in bewilderment.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Tootsie demanded, walking right up to her.
“I…I’m his girlfriend,” she stuttered, trying to find footing as she stood on the edge of a slippery slope.
“NO, you’re not. We are. And it is time for you to go,” Tootsie wasted no time controlling the situation. The two women each took an arm and led my ex out the door. They gave her a gentle push through the threshold, closed the door abruptly and turned the lock. We stood in silence as we listened to her retreat down the hall.
“Thank you, so much,” I breathed a sigh of relief. “You have no idea...”
“Yes. We do,” Tootsie interrupted, the previous stern look gone; melted into the soft, vibrant features I recognized. “We saw the whole thing from my window. We knew you were in trouble.”
Emotion overwhelmed me and I hugged her. She accepted with a comforting grip. The other woman stepped in as well, giving me a reassuring embrace. I began to tremble as the reality of what had just happened began to set in. They guided me to sit on the couch, and they sat on each side of me.
“Are you okay?” Tootsie asked, genuine concern in her voice.
“Yes, I just don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up when you did,” I responded with gratitude.
“Well, it’s over with, and I don’t think she’ll be coming back,” the redhead spoke up. “I’m Kari, by the way.”
“Thank you, Kari. Tootsie. I really appreciate what you did for me, and I’m sorry it interrupted your evening,” I looked at them apologetically.
“The night isn’t over, yet,” Kari purred, putting her hand on my leg. She looked at Tootsie; her emerald eyes sparkled.
Tootsie turned her blue eyes to me, “Would you like to have a closer view?”
“Yes,” was all I could manage. A lump formed in my throat and my heart pounded frantically.
“Would you like to join?” Kari moved her hand up my leg.
“Yes,” I tried to swallow the lump.
“Then let’s turn this night around,” Kari said, standing and taking my hand.
It was only now that I noticed the matching knee-length jackets the women wore. Were they still wearing their lingerie? They let their coats fall to the floor. Yup. The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, sealing me in with the two women who'd been my saviors that night. Tootsie, with her wild auburn curls and freckled skin, her black lace barely contained her full breasts. Kari, sleek and athletic with fiery red hair, deep emerald eyes, and a tattoo snaking up her thigh, and green lace hugged her toned ass. The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, casting warm shadows over the king-sized bed and the worn leather chair in the corner where I sank down, cock already straining against my lounge pants.
“Sit back and enjoy the show, handsome,” Tootsie purred, her blue eyes locking on his as she pulled Kari close. They stood at the foot of the bed, inches from him, starting slow with foreplay that made his pulse race. Tootsie cupped Kari's face, drawing her into a deep kiss, their lips parting with a soft smack. Tongues slid together visibly, wet and hungry, while Tootsie's hands roamed down Kari's sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her tits through the lace.
Kari moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in Tootsie's curls as she pressed her body flush. She squeezed Tootsie's ass, pulling her tighter, their hips grinding in lazy circles. I watched, transfixed, as Tootsie slipped a hand between Kari's thighs, rubbing the damp crotch of her panties. Kari gasped, breaking the kiss to nip at Tootsie's neck, then trailed bites down to her collarbone. They shed their lingerie piece by piece—Tootsie unhooking her bra to let her pert breasts spill free; Kari peeling off her panties to reveal her shaved pussy, already glistening.
Naked now, they tumbled onto the bed on their sides, facing each other with legs intertwined. Tootsie latched onto Kari's nipple, sucking hard while flicking her tongue over the peak. Kari arched, her hand diving between Tootsie's legs to stroke her slick folds, fingers parting the lips to circle her clit.
“Fuck, you're soaked,” Kari whispered, plunging two fingers inside, pumping slowly as Tootsie bucked against her palm. I shifted in the chair, palming my bulge, but staying put, obeying their playful command to watch.
The foreplay escalated when Kari pushed Tootsie onto her back and crawled down her body. She spread Tootsie's thighs wide, exposing her pink pussy, and dove in with her mouth. Tongue flat and broad, Kari licked from asshole to clit in long strokes, savoring the tangy wetness. Tootsie gripped the sheets, hips lifting to chase the pressure as Kari sucked her clit between her lips, humming vibrations through it.
“Yes, eat my pussy,” Tootsie groaned, her free hand reaching to pinch her own nipple.
Not to be outdone, Tootsie flipped them after a shuddering mini-climax, burying her face in Kari's pussy, dripping with excitement. She lapped eagerly, tongue thrusting inside before focusing on the swollen nub, two fingers curling deep to hit Kari's G-spot. Kari writhed, thighs quivering around Tootsie's head, her moans muffled as she bit her lip. They switched again, each devouring the other until the room filled with slurps and gasps, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal.
Finally, they shifted into scissoring, legs scissored together, pussies grinding clit-to-clit. Tootsie on top at first, she rocked her hips, sliding their wet folds together with slick friction. Kari thrust up to meet her, hands gripping Tootsie's ass to pull her harder.
“Grind on me, baby,” Kari panted, their clits bumping with each roll, building heat until Kari came first—her pussy pulsing, juices smearing Tootsie's thighs. Tootsie followed seconds later, crying out as waves crashed through her, their bodies locked in trembling release.
My cock throbbed painfully now, but I waited as instructed, eyes dark with lust. The women disentangled, flushed and smiling wickedly, and beckoned me over.
“Your turn,” Tootsie said, standing to tug me from the chair. They led me to the bed, stripping my shirt and pants in tandem—Kari kissing my chest while Tootsie yanked down my boxers, my rigid cock springing free, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip.
They pushed me onto my back in the center of the mattress, climbing on either side. Tootsie caressed my shaft first, her soft hand wrapping around the base, stroking upward with a twist at the head. Kari joined, her fingers tracing my balls, stroking them gently before leaning down to lick the underside from root to tip. I groaned, head falling back as they took turns sucking me. Tootsie went deep, lips stretching around my girth, throat relaxing to take half my length while her tongue swirled. She bobbed slowly, saliva dripping down my balls, which Kari lapped up.
Kari took over next, sucking just the head while pumping the shaft with her fist, her other hand teasing my balls and perineum. They alternated like that, mouths hot and wet, until my hips twitched with need.
“Ride him,” Tootsie urged Kari, who straddled my waist, guiding my cock to her entrance. She sank down inch by inch, her pussy enveloping my shaft in tight heat, walls fluttering as she bottomed out. Kari rocked sensually, grinding her clit against my pelvis, tits bouncing with each sway.
Tootsie straddled my face, lowering her dripping pussy onto my mouth. I licked eagerly, tongue delving into her folds as she rode my face, smearing her essence over my lips and chin. The threesome moved in slow rhythm—Kari lifting and dropping on my cock, Tootsie humping my tongue—hands roaming everywhere: Tootsie pinching Kari's nipples, Kari reaching to rub Tootsie's clit. I thrust up into Kari, my muffled groans vibrating through Tootsie, until I tensed and erupted, pumping thick, hot streams of cum deep into Kari's pussy. She clenched around me, milking every drop, before lifting off with a wet pop, my seed trickling down her thighs.
But the night wasn't over. As we caught our breath, the women’s touches turned rougher, more demanding. Kari pushed me flat again, but now Tootsie climbed on, impaling herself on my still-hard cock—recovering fast from the visual feast. She rode me in reverse, ass facing me, bouncing with primal slaps of skin. Kari knelt over my face this time. I ate her pussy, sucking with delight as our mixed juices flowed down my chin.
Things escalated when the women repositioned. Kari got on all fours first, ass up toward me. I knelt behind her, gripping her hips and slamming my cock into her from behind, the angle deep and punishing. Each thrust made her tits swing; her moans sharp. Tootsie lay beneath Kari in a 69, legs spread, as Kari dove into her pussy, tongue fucking her hole while lapping at her clit. I watched over Kari's back; the sight fueling my pounding—fucking her harder, balls slapping her clit until she shattered, pussy spasming around me while her mouth stayed buried in Tootsie.
They switched: Tootsie on all fours now, my cock plunging into her pussy, stretching her wide as I gripped her curls like reins. Kari slid under Tootsie, sucking her swinging tits before moving to eat her out from below, tongue flicking where my shaft pistoned in and out. Tootsie bucked back, taking me deeper, her cries echoing as Kari's mouth worked her clit relentlessly. My second orgasm built fast, primal grunts escaping as I flooded Tootsie's pussy, pulling out to let the excess drip onto Kari's waiting tongue.
Kari lapped it up greedily, then flipped Tootsie onto her back for one last round. I fucked Kari doggy-style again, this time with Tootsie beneath, Kari's face in her crotch, eating her freshly filled pussy. The chain of pleasure looped—my thrusts driving Kari's tongue deeper into Tootsie, who writhed and came on Kari's face. I followed, burying myself in Kari and unleashing another load, collapsing over them in a sweaty heap.
The room reeked of sex, bodies entangled, breaths ragged. “More?” Tootsie whispered, already tracing Kari's thigh. I just grinned, ready for whatever came next.
