Hose

"You like that more than having your cock inside me" Janey
said wiggling her finger in his anus. "If I'd known you were
going to turn queer I'd not have married you."

Between moans Stephen defended himself: "I'm not queer, I
haven't had this before, you know that."

the, breath coming harder and faster. This was how they'd been going at each other when I first found 'em in an old tennis hut amid overgrown tennis courts back of their boarding school. Perfect blackmail subjects. Easy for me even on this my first try. Blackmail ain't easy and not everyone is a good blackmail subject. 18 years old, intelligent, horny as hell, goddamn virgin driven so mad by desire and sight of fuckable females all around which I couldn't get to fuck, I'd longed, dreamed rather than planned, read books about blackmailers, biographies, novels, what have you, and here had come my chance, wandering around trespassing that evening, carrying my videocamera with what seemed at the time the faintest, absurdest hope I'd find something to tape and hold over someone's head. And now here we were, second Friday with my Friday sex-slaves. It was just past 7:30 pm when I opened the front door of Chrissy's mom's house with the key my Friday-slaves had made for me during the week, as per my firm instructions. I'd phoned, confirmed her mom out at her parttime job. All good. Slowly and silently, I wandered upstairs, curious as to what I'd find up there. Chrissy and Cynthia were just lying on the sofa, watching tv. They'd been waiting both fully clothed and looked sullen, angry. "Hi there... Everything okay?" Both stared, didn't say anything. Just when I was about to snap at them for being so impolite Cynthia answered: "Until you came in." I couldn't help but laugh, and seeing the surprised look on their faces laughed even harder, not the reaction she'd expected. I dropped heavily onto the couch opposite their sofa, trusty little backpack beside me. "Well....How was your week? I do hope you both enjoyed it? Have any fun at school?" Once again they refused to answer for a moment. Then Chrissy sighed: "It's already bad enough we have to put up with this. Please stop making it worse by trying to be polite...You're a fucking blackmailer, that's all there is to it. Don't expect us to chat about normal things with you!" My manner hardened. "I told you last time: I want you two to be my Friday-night slaves and if possible we can become friends, that's up to you. Better your efforts to make me feel comfortable, the better I'll treat both of you. Up to you. Now, since you two refuse to be nice we'll skip the cosy part of our meeting and go straight to the sex part." Cynthia sighed and gave in. "No, stop... What do you wanna know about the week?" "Tsss... Too late now, Cyn... Next Friday I want a welcome kiss from both of you; then we'll chat, then we'll enjoy ourselves for the rest of the evening. Right now I have another bone to pick: what's with the jeans? I told you, wear skirts. Now get the hell upstairs and change. Either of you disobey again and I'll punish you. Understood?" They both nodded and at a small wave of my hand rose and went upstairs. They were down pretty quick - for girls. Chrissy wearing a short black skirt, similar to the one that Cynthia had been wearing last time. Short, exposing a mile of long slim legs. I felt horny as hell at the sight but kept from showing my excitement, grunting "That looks a bit better." Her small laugh in response showed me the bitch knew she was turning me on bigtime and being a dyke with the other didn't stop her wanting guys too. Time to trolley. "Okay. Time for fun, girls. I don't want you to miss your normal Friday sex just because of my presence. Get to it." Neither moved. Last thing they wanted was sex with each other while I was watching. Tough titty! I ordered: "Chris, sit down. Cyn, raise Chrissy's T-shirt and start playing with her breasts. Just imagine the two of you sitting here alone. I'm not here." Cynthia looked at me, pleading. I merely motioned for her to start the show. Another sigh. I tell you these two were perfect for it. There were moments I felt it wasn't even my show and I was just the audience they'd been longing and waiting for. There was a pause, only temporary, and sure enough in a few moments Cynthia raised her lover's shirt and I had the sight of those big firm young jugs. Oh Lord, I was stiffer'n a dead steer. Watched her suck, massage, put her hands under the short skirt and fondle. I wanted to enjoy, prolong, not rush but only so much a young guy can stand. "Okay, Chris, now your turn, give Cynthia some enjoyable moments as well." Both were fucking hot now and I didn't need repeat my command. Cynthia leaned backwards and pulled up her T-shirt exposing her smaller bra, filled with her smaller but totally damn gorgeous breasts. Soon her bra fell to the floor and Chrissy was sucking those beautiful bristols which was where my lips wanted to be. Hell, my hands could almost feel themselves squeezing and kneading the things. "Cyn, get your hand under Chrissy's skirt and start fingering her..." Looking down at my backpack I put my arm around it cosily, adjusting the angle of the hidden lens to catch the major action. Cynthia's hand sliding under Chrissy's skirt....slight struggle with Chrissy's panties. From Chrissy's reaction Cynthia reached her target: Chrissy's clit. The girl almost jumped up feeling her girlfriend's finger and I decided I wanted to record the big picture with all details: "Okay...Enough. Why don't you two try a 69? It'll be a lot easier..." Both girls getting more aroused by the moment, soon they were furiously sucking each other's clits. Chrissy's entire body began shaking and she moaned, having her first orgasm. The action slowed, then both became conscious of my presence again and abruptly ceased, looking embarrassed. "Wow, great show, ladies." After a pause I said "I think you both forgot something....Chrissy? What did I tell you last week?" She looked at me for a moment, uncertain as to what it was that I wanted, then all of a sudden realized what I meant. Sigh, then, a softly whispered "Thank you Tony, for letting me have such a great orgasm." "Cynthia?" Cynthia stared as if she couldn't believe all of this, but seeing the serious look on my face, slowly said " Thank you, Tony." "NO! Say the complete sentence; show your master how thankful you REALLY are..." Another deep sigh. This bitch needed dominating and my palm itched to slap her one. Finally: "Thank you Tony, for letting me have such a great orgasm." "That's more like it. Now I'll allow you another. Get over here." Reluctantly she came over to where I was sitting and stood in front of me. I could smell her sex and told her "Legs wide apart. Lift your skirt." She spread nicely. Perfect closeup of pussy wet 'n hot for the camera. Raising my hand I touched her crotch. She pulled back but just a small grunt on my part was enough to stop her and she allowed me run my hand through her pubic hair. Slowly I searched for her opening. "Spread your legs some more, bitch!" She spread her legs wider. I moved my finger towards it, stroking, teasing. Finally reaching it, I started caressing her labia, pulled them apart, pushed my finger inside...Found her clitoris. Talk about a needle in a haystack. A moan escaped her and her body quivered. Not the time to show the uncertainty I felt right then, I started to play with this little girlie-erection and she quickly became increasingly wet, moans telling me I was doing just fine. "Oh, oh" she said in little pants, "Tony, you fuck, I can't stand up, please." And she lay, collapsed more like, onto the carpet on her back so I had to kneel. With a little difficulty I found the spot again and suddenly she gave a yell and went rigid. I'd masturbated my first girl to orgasm! Good shit. Looking at her as she kinda came to I saw she felt real bad. She'd experienced an orgasm from the person she hated most. Damn. A tear welled up in her eye and rolled down her cheek. "Okay, Chrissy, your turn. Over here. And get those skirts off, everything off, both of you." I was gonna make these girls mine through their pleasure points. They'd hate me, but they'd love and need me too, damn em. "Oh well" the bitch said, "I guess an orgasm is an orgasm." Her internal geography was different and though I'd studied the theory this whole thing was new to me. Still somehow I knew it wouldn't take long for her to come and I was right. After a few minutes I discovered the right way to touch, her breathing became harder and harder and she climaxed. Opening her eyes she looked up at me with a ghost of a smile: "Thank you Tony, for this great orgasm." Bitch was getting the hang of things. Orgasm. That's what I needed bad now. I decided I should do something about this situation and waited while Chrissy rose to her feet then said: "Now you both had orgasms and I haven't so I think it's time for you two to do something about that." Both girls suddenly looked scared as hell. Pretty funny, huh? Went at each other like bunnies and looked at me now as if I couldn't be serious about this. Women! Fuck 'em, he sai

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