Steve braced himself to try not to move.
As she spoke she placed a hand on both his thighs and leaned in close. “Do you want me to feed you your own cum?”
Staring into the face of this young, gorgeous woman, Steve’s cock betrayed him by bouncing up, once, twice, three times.
“Good.” She flicked on the vibrator and walked back towards Sara.
Sara smiled and placed a hand on Maggie’s waist. “What do you figure? How long do you think he lasts?” There was something mean about referring to her husband as “him” when he was in the room right in front of her. But it seemed linguistically appropriate. He was a third party now, a helpless observer. And she knew he’d like it.
For her part, Maggie was too excited by watching this act of dominance play out to delay any longer. Without responding, she moved in for a kiss. The first kiss was light, but with a speed that communicated urgency and it was not long before Sara responded, slipping her tongue into Maggie’s mouth. They stood there entwined, hands roaming across each other’s bodies, down a back, along a hip. Sara traced the neckline of Maggie’s dress with her finger. Down the strap, over the curvature to the middle. Then she gently lifted the straps of the dress and let it fall to the floor.
Maggie stood before her in matching baby blue lace bra and hipster panties. Her breasts were smaller than Sara’s, each just barely a handful. Her waist was tiny, and the flickering shadows played off the subtle contours of her ribcage and the gentle line running from her breastbone to her bellybutton. Sara sunk to her knees, kissing Maggie on the belly, then lower, just above her underwear, while her hand moved up to press against her breast through the bra.
As Sara went down in front of her, Maggie found herself facing Steve directly. She looked him in the eye, tauntingly, smiling as his wife drew nearer to Maggie’s pussy. She saw his chest rise and fall deeply, he was squirming in his seat and his moaning was growing louder. “Oh is that little cock ready to burst already?” She said it with a pouty face and a baby voice.
Then she grabbed Sara by the hair and forced her head down. Sara obliged licking her through the fabric of her lingerie. Maggie’s pouty face was replaced by an open mouth and a loud exaggerated moan, as her friend’s tongue dampened the thin lace.
And then sure enough Steve lost control of his body and his cock shot out the first pulse of cum. Excited by manipulating him so easily, Maggie withdrew an inch from Sara and patted her quickly on the shoulder, laughing, “Look he’s coming already”.
Sara, still on her knees, turned to look at her husband. By the time she focused on him a rope of cum had already landed on his chin and a second thick strand was shooting up on to his chest. She watched in fascination — never having seen him cum from this angle. His balls drew up away from the wand and his penis contracted with each shot of cum. He moaned and thrashed like an animal, spraying again and again until finally his cock stopped twitching and a single long pulse of cum lazily emerged from the tip and ran all the way down to the wand below.
“I didn’t think our little pet would be that eager for his treat.” Maggie said.
Sara turned back to Maggie and said, “I want to watch you do it.”
Maggie nodded.
Walking towards Steve, Maggie reached down with her finger and collected the cum hanging from the tip of his penis, wrapping it around her index finger, but careful not to touch the cock which belonged to Sara.
Maggie briefly stopped to observe the cum on her finger and the mess all over Steve. “Jeezus does he always cum this much?”
“Yes. Well, no. Even for him this is quite a bit. It’s those supplements you suggested.”
Maggie smiled and bent down so that her lips were next to Steve’s ears. She whispered, “You thought those pills were for Sara’s benefit, didn’t you? You thought you were going to get the best blow job of your life and she would swallow all your thick, sweet tasting cum like a good housewife? Na uh uh. You know she listens to me right? I come up with things for her to do and she does them. Sometimes I think I’m the one you should be begging for your little spurts. And maybe next time you will be.”
She pinched his cheek and then, smiling at her own plan, inserted the finger through the gag and into Steve’s mouth.
He didn’t fight it, but let the cum rest on his tongue. Next she collected the cum on his chin, his shoulder, his chest and deposited it all in his open mouth. Steve breathed heavily, his cock drooping to horizontal like a flower heavy with frost.
Maggie was tilting Steve’s head back by the chin as she did it, and Steve could feel the semen running slowly toward the back of his throat. He strained to see Sara from the periphery of his vision, hoping if he locked eyes she would intervene. Instead he saw her, still kneeling on the carpet, with her jeans unbuttoned and her hand moving under her panties, pleasuring herself as her best friend fed him his own cum.
“Fuck this is so hot” Maggie whispered to herself. She felt the power of standing over a man who was covered in his own hot white shame. The power of knowing she was still clothed, and he was completely naked and tied up.
She had resigned herself to being naked in front of him, to that small amount of vulnerability. When she had discussed the plan with Sara, Sara had told her that she convinced Steve to go through with this when he was on the edge of coming. That’s when he was always the most honest. When he said yes she asked him what made him finally do it. And he admitted, blushing and fearful, that he had always wanted to see what Maggie looked like without her clothes on.
Maggie had stewed on this little divulged secret all week long. She didn’t want a fair exchange. She wanted to dominate him, to take without giving. And now that he had cum so early, she was determined to finish fucking his wife out of his sight.
She had watched him cum twice now, watched his face contort and his cock pulse, but he would not get even a single glimpse of what was under her lingerie. She had won, and her panties grew wet with the thought.
Steve finally swallowed. His cock had settled to the point that it was now lying with its weight directly on the vibrator. Neither of the women paid notice as Maggie turned and walked back to Sara.
“I’m sorry about that little interruption” Sara cooed. “I thought I trained my toy to last longer.”
“It’s too bad he’s such a fast finisher, the show was just getting started. But I guess we don’t need to worry about performing now” And they kissed again, moving towards the bed this time.
Steve inched upwards in his chair, watching as Maggie followed Sara up onto the bed. Then turning back to look at him, she drew the curtains on the poster bed.
Through the lamplight he could make out the silhouettes of their bodies and he watched as Maggie unclasped her bra from behind and drew his wife’s lips to her waiting nipples. Maggie made a mewling sound as she did. His wife who was always in charge, who told him if he could cum and how he would do it seemed happy to be led by this woman. Although Maggie loved that she was tormenting him, she became caught up in her own pleasure and soon neither woman gave much thought to Steve. Instead he sat there with the taste of his own cum in the back of his throat and his cock once again swelled ridiculously and pointed to midnight while the moans and giggles of the girls played out slowly in front of him.