“Oil your finger and stick it up my ass. You’re going to clean me properly.” There was a pregnant silence, and he wondered if Lysette’s mouth was twitching again at the demand he’d made of the posh princess. “You’re not shirking your duties back there, are you, Blondie?”
“No.” Even that one syllable contained the nervousness of before.
“Don’t I get a ‘No, Sir’? I liked that little development.”
“No, Sir. I’m oiling up my finger now.”
Good girl. You do know what’s expected by now… Oh fuck, here we go. The blonde’s clearly lubed finger was teasing at his anus, but only hesitated there a moment before slipping inside him. He clenched involuntarily at the delightful insertion and Imogen uttered a short, breathy squeal. “Don’t stop there, girl – that’s what a shower slave is for. Shove it deep and clean my ass.”
“Oh God - yes, Sir.” She pushed till she must have been three knuckles deep, easing her finger around to spread the oil. Mac’s erection swelled to new hardness in Lysette’s tender grip and he brushed the girl’s hand away, lest he lose control completely.
“Fuck yes, that’s good. Take it out and do it again. Keep using that oil.” Imogen’s finger slid out of him and reasserted itself moments later, freshly anointed. She clasped her hand to his buttocks and administered a writhing massage, knowing either from experience or instinct (the latter he guessed) how best to stimulate. “Jesus,” he said, his cock pumping huge at the internal stimulation, “that’s the fucking business. Wash me out. Wriggle that finger. Holy shit…”
Lysette, for all her filthy experience, was watching him with lust-clouded awe. You filthy fucker, her gaze was saying, and he could hardly deny it.
“Okay, that’ll do,” he said, reaching behind and pulling Imogen out of him by her wrist, before everything clenched too hard. “Nothing like proper hygiene. Speaking of which…”
It was time. Time for his final game.
He washed himself down first, flipping the switch so he could use the hand-held attachment to rinse his body of soap. The adjustable jet on the shower-head allowed him to direct a powerful stream of water up his anus, so that he could make good on the work Imogen had begun. “Damn, that’s a fucking nice sensation,” he told the girls as it sluiced him out. There was fun too to be had in aiming the jet at the girls, bouncing water off their tits and asses, making them yelp and squeal as the hard stream impacted against their firm flesh.
“We should make this a regular date, girls,” he remarked with enthusiasm as he drenched one pussy, then the other.
“Fuck…” Lysette clutched her vitals in protection from the watery blast. “You’ll be lucky…”
“I already am.” This was the luckiest night of his life, the type of which most men could only dream. But then you had to be man enough to seize the opportunity if it arose. And man enough to press it to its sweet conclusion… “Palms against the wall, girls,” he instructed, as he fitted the attachment back into its bracket and set the water tumbling once more from above. “Hurry up and spread ‘em.”
Imogen and Lysette stared at him, the dutiful body-slaves turning blank and wary respectively.
“C’mon, you two, I thought we’d got past that stage.” He slapped hands to Imogen’s wet body and manhandled her into place, palms flat to the tiles. Then he put Lysette beside her in the same position. “Now stick those asses out.” Two shapely bottoms thrust in reverse, their owners glancing back to gauge what trials the immediate future might entail. Mac reached out with both hands and fondled the girls – one soapy sphere apiece – his cock stretching high and proud between them. “In case you think I’ve been getting too lovey-dovey…” He whipped both hands upwards, applying a double-slap to produce a double-yell. “That’s right, bitches – it stings more when it’s slippery, doesn’t it? Well, doesn’t it?”
“Yes…”
“Fuck, yes…”
“Rub those pussies. Get to work on them now.” Both girls reached down and set about themselves with vigour. “That’s the way. Keep going, whatever happens.”
He meted out a long volley of slaps on Lysette’s bum cheeks, till he had burst every soap bubble on the surface, and then did the same for Imogen. Nothing reinforced an erection, he considered, quite like the hard crack of palm on shiny-wet girl-ass. On each impact blood coursed through him, stretching taut the skin of his mighty cock. Each girl protested volubly all the way through her chastisement, but neither lifted her fingers from her cunt at any point. These sodden sluts were ready to take anything he had to dish out – and it was a good fucking job. Reddened rears would soon be relegated in their list of concerns.
“Mad at me again?” he inquired, full of lustful glee.
“Fucking right.”
“God, you’re such a… such a…”
“Bastard?”
“Yes,” Imogen confirmed.
“Well I’m glad you girls are back on the same page. ‘Cos the two of you have a decision to make.”
“What decision?” Lysette glared back at him. She, like Imogen, had continued in clitoral stimulation all the while.
Mac picked up the bottle from where Imogen had dropped it and took his time oozing bath lubricant all over his fingers. He let go the bottle and cupped both the girls’ asses, searching between their cheeks till his middle fingertips had discovered two tightly puckered anal entrances. There was a gasp from both girls at the intimacy.
“Take hold of my cock,” he said, and after a moment’s hesitation both girls relinquished their pussies and reached back to grip him. There was plenty to hold on to, each girl’s hand stretching in an effort to encompass his shaft. “There,” he said, once they both had a good purchase on him. “Like you said, Scarlet, this monster is fit to burst. My balls have one serious load to shoot and the only question is where I’m going to shoot it. You think about that.”
His jaw clenching with desire, he thrust an oiled finger up each girl’s ass. Both of them gasped and stared behind, Imogen’s eyes doing that innocent doe thing she had down so well, while Lysette’s simply blazed. “Damn,” he said, as both anal channels clutched him, “you’re both tight as buggery. Here’s the deal, girls…” They continued to stare, their astonishment mounting with his words. “I’m going to fuck one of these asses. Within minutes my cock is going to be buried to the balls inside either your asshole, Lysette, or yours, Imogen. And I’m going to shaft that hole till I blow my wad inside it. One of you is going to have her rear pumped full of my cum – I’m going to fucking flood you.” Two pairs of eyes flicked back and forth between his face and his phallus, like they were desperately trying to work out logistics of size and available space.