A Table For Three Pt 08

"There's nothing terribly hard about it," Kate explained. "We need an extra pair of hands more than anything. If you can change a few entries on a website, drive a van, fold clothes, and take a decent photograph then you're more than qualified to do the job."

Steve grunted an affirmative, trying to sound like he was paying attention. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in what Kate had to say. She was outlining the path to a shared future with herself and Alice after all. It was just that after ten minutes of blissful edging between the full curve of her buttocks, he was nearing his tipping point. Predictably, he was also the one doing all the work. While Kate lay on her front, flicking through the pages of a fashion magazine, he'd been lying on her back, steadily grinding his throbbing cock between her cheeks. His hips and ass were starting to get tired, he was sweating all over her, and he wasn't far from covering her with cum.

"Who knows, if this little partnership works out, I might have to make things more official." Kate's usual impassive demeanor was becoming less convincing by the second, every thrust of his hips grinding her pussy against the pillow wedged between her thighs. Her voice had taken on a breathy, husky quality which only made her even sexier than normal.

"Oh yeah?" Steve gasped.

Oh fuck, she was so soft and warm and smooth. He wondered if she'd forgive him ejaculating into the crack of her ass right now. Probably best not to push it, it had only been a day since he'd choked her on his cock on the mountainside. Letting Kate call the shots was back to being the natural order of things.

"Now that I've got two baby-sitters on the leash, I was thinking that it might be nice to have a child."

"What?" Steve couldn't hide his alarm. "I didn't know you wanted one."

"Oh, I'm not having one," Kate laughed. "I'll just tell my stupid little slut of a girlfriend to get off the birth control and spread her legs for you. You'd like to cream-pie that little bitch, wouldn't you?"

"Oh God," he moaned.

"You'll breed that little whore twice a day until she's pregnant," Kate's breathing was ragged now. Clearly he wasn't the only one enjoying that mental image. Either that or the constant stimulation against the pillow was finally overwhelming her.

"Fuck, yes..."

"You do it for me, wouldn't you, my darling?" Kate asked sweetly.

"Anything," he said, uncomfortably aware that he was starting to mean it. "I'd do anything for you, Kate."

Kate didn't bother hiding her arousal this time, moaning and stretching out beneath him. "Of course," she gasped, "children are a big commitment. It would only be right to consider marriage."

"Oh my fucking God," Steve reached under her to squeeze her tits hard, grinding himself forcefully against her. "Kate...I can't hold it much longer."

"Are you ready to be a good little husband and daddy, Steve?" Kate still managed to sound amused, even as her own orgasm approached.

"Yes," he said fervently. He was pretty sure she was teasing him, but the idea made his heart jump. "I'll marry Alice if you'll let me."

Kate laughed. "Alice? Don't be stupid. You'll marry me. She'll be the stupid little slut who got pregnant and dumped. It's going to be delicious making her be the best woman at our wedding, with a big old baby bump. All her family there, all the disapproval, and pity, and the jokes behind her back..."

"Jesus, Kate," he groaned. This was a new level of bullying even for her. He would have tried to retake some kind of moral high ground, but the hot pulsing in his cock made it a lie. The idea that he'd be responsible for Alice's public disgrace only made him hornier. The sociopathic blonde was not a good influence on him.

"The pathetic little bitch would be creaming herself at the humiliation of it," Kate sneered. Then she gave a deeper moan, pushing her face into the magazine. Steve felt her body tremble violently beneath him as the orgasm swept through her. He continued to grind her hard against the pillow, enjoying her pained moans, and a second wave hit her. His own orgasm flooded out in its wake, releasing a huge amount of semen into the cleft of her ass.

"Holy shit," Steve sighed, letting his body go limp. His dead weight pinned the still trembling blonde, but she didn't seem to mind. Relaxing on top of Kate, skin pressed against skin, felt wonderful. "I love you," he whispered. To his mild surprise she weakly squeezed his hand in response.

The moment was interrupted by a loud, performative cough. Steve reluctantly raised his face from Kate's mass of golden hair and saw Alice glaring at him. She was still sitting at the table, laptop positioned before her. Her expression was annoyed, but her face was flushed with arousal and embarrassment. "Seriously?" she said irritably. "You two couldn't have taken it to the bedroom? I'm trying to get some work done here."

Steve felt a far smaller twinge of guilt than he once would have done. He offered her a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, Alice, but Kate wanted me on the couch."

"Great," Alice huffed, "she gets the orgasms and I get to do everything else. How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate?"

"Stop whining," Kate mumbled. "Steve, make me a sandwich."

With a grunt of reluctant effort, Steve heaved himself off her back, pausing to admire the copious puddle of semen pooling between her tanned cheeks. Quite a lot of it had also splattered up her back, making a trail up her spine. "Of course, my love. Can I get you a beer as well?"

"Gin and tonic," Kate said. "With lime. Alice, make yourself useful and clean this mess up before it gets on the couch."

"Fuck's sake," Alice grumbled, but she was out of her chair before the words had left her mouth.

Steve moved over to the kitchenette counter, smiling happily as he started to prepare Kate's post-coital snack. There was nothing quite like watching his grumpy little crush licking his cum off her girlfriend to make domestic chores fun. Besides, he really did enjoy doing things for Kate. A life where he could make them both happy sounded very appealing.

"Can Alice have a sandwich?" he asked. He watched Alice sweeping the fringe from her face, keeping it clear as she bent to drag her tongue across Kate's skin.

Kate pondered this for a moment, letting Alice work and earn it. "Sure. You can have one too. Just make sure to wipe your sticky cock on hers first."

Steve laughed. It was amazing how effortless she made being a petty bitch look. "Yes, Kate, I'll do that. Love you."

Kate raised her head above the arm of the couch, winking at him, while Alice's tongue began to delve into the depths of her ass. "Love you too, Cream-pie."

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At Alice's insistence, Steve had spent the next couple of days having a rest from Kate's demands. "His balls will turn to dust if you keep pushing him like this," she said. Kate had grudgingly agreed, perhaps afraid of wearing out her amusing toy. Maybe her consideration for his well-being was a sign of his newfound status with her.

The rest period wasn't really a break, of course, Alice had her fingers in too many pies for that. Steve found himself getting to grips with their online store, folding and packaging clothes ready for dispatch, and getting to grips with her meticulously arranged storage system. He was even allowed to handle some customer queries over the phone, albeit under close supervision. He realized that he enjoyed it, the hours flying by in good company. Living and working with Kate and Alice seemed less like a pipe dream and more like something he'd always done.

He was perceptive enough to realize that this was also an unspoken work trial for him. Alice was testing the waters, seeing if he'd really fit into their life.

Little excursions broke up the work: ice creams and walks along the promenade, volleyball on the beach, and a swim in the sea. Steve was given the role of nude model for what Alice described as "an evening of culture", forced into increasingly embarrassing positions while the girls stood behind easels and tried to speed-paint him. Alice's attempts were surprisingly good, while Kate's could best be described as vulgar and disinterested. After a round of votes, the blonde's most challenging piece, dubbed "Idiot With Three Cocks", was taped to the fridge for the edification of all.

Nor was the enforced break without some sexual activity -- it just wasn't his sexual activity. Each night before bed they'd make him stand naked in the corner of the room, hands cuffed behind his back, and watch while they made out on the bed. Steve came to see a pattern in their love-making: they both competed with each other to see who could make him more frustrated; Kate was usually on top, but Alice spent a lot of time whispering new ideas in her ear; Kate loved having her tits handled roughly and would go into a blissful trance when her girlfriend licked her body, while Alice moaned whenever Kate's hands moved to her sweet little ass.

Steve jokingly made the observation that Alice would lick anything after watching her move from the soles of Kate's feet to her asshole over the course of several obviously pleasurable minutes. Kate blinked slowly, seeming to remember that he was still there, and gave him a predatory smile. "You have no idea. I'll show you tomorrow." Then she ordered Alice to slap his erect cock from side to side until he was shamelessly begging for mercy. He fell asleep, bruised and needy, with the throbbing meat pressed against Kate's thigh.

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The next morning, Kate made good on her promise, ordering them both to strip and get on all fours on a plastic sheet. Steve and Alice, facing each other close enough to steal a quick kiss, looked at each other in baffled excitement, while she wrote something on both of their backs with a marker pen. She then announced that breakfast was served, pouring out a can of baked beans in tomato sauce onto the sheet between them.

"No hands. Whoever eats the most wins a prize. The loser gets punished," said Kate, without preamble. "Now eat up!"

Sitting on a high stool at the kitchen counter, one bare leg crossed over the other, the imperious blonde watched with a sneer as they both hesitated, then went face first into the cold slop, trying to lick up and swallow beans as fast as they could. Alice had the benefit of competitiveness and few scruples, eagerly lapping up the unappetizing mess with an efficiency that suggested she'd done this many times before. Steve had a bigger mouth, the strength to push her head aside with his own, and a far greater desire to avoid whatever punishment Kate had in mind.

It was still a close run thing when Alice darted in beneath him to slurp up the last bean. They both stayed on all fours, panting slightly from exertion and adrenaline, until Kate announced a winner.

"Alice, you're fucking useless. Steve, you get a prize."

Kate came off the stool and knelt next to Steve in one smooth, unhurried motion, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Her words put a smile on his face and several inches on his cock. Rising up on his knees, he tried to kiss Kate, but she pulled a face and slapped him.

Oh, right, he thought, bean juice. "Sorry," he mumbled, moving awkwardly on his knees to get behind Alice. He laid a hand on her heart-shaped butt, enjoying the feeling of her warm flesh, and noted the tremble that ran through her body. From here he could see the words "Hungry Hippo" written on her back and he laughed, then realised that it probably said the same on his back. Remembering Kate's whispered instructions, he held Alice firmly by the hip before pushing two fingers hard into her rectum.

"Auuuuugh, God!" Alice moaned.

"Sorry, loser," Steve smirked. He gripped her hip harder, keeping her from wriggling away while he finger-fucked her asshole. Alice's wails were gratifying, as was the way she shoved her ass back to meet him once the initial shock had worn off. Kate had her well-trained.

Kate let him work her over for almost a minute, before raising her hand. Steve obediently stopped and waited for the order to release the moaning brunette. Instead, Kate said "We all know that's not a punishment for you, Alice. Put the beans back on the sheet."

Alice froze, raising her head. "What?"

"Beans back on the floor, idiot," Kate said with exaggerated patience. "Bring them up or I'll make you do it. It'll hurt more if we do it my way."

"Kaaaate..." Alice's voice came out as a whine. Hardly able to believe what he was hearing himself, Steve mistook her resistance as the natural urge to avoid doing something so gross. It took a moment for him to reframe the idea. Alice wasn't shocked by the demand, she was just embarrassed to be doing it in front of him. Kate was letting him into a dirty little secret.

"Make me repeat myself again," said Kate, "I fucking dare you."

"Oh God," Alice shuddered. "I'm sorry, Steve." Then she stuck a finger down her throat and vomited her breakfast back up.

Kate smiled proudly, as if her girlfriend making herself sick was the most normal thing in the world. "This was all her idea, by the way. She was hinting at it for days before I realised what the sick little bitch wanted. My sweet little...sorry, OUR sweet little girl, needs a queen to worship, someone with absolute power over her. Someone who will abuse that power without mercy. Naturally, she chose me."

Steve couldn't see Alice's face from his position, but he felt her asshole spasm around his fingers, a reflex triggered by humiliation and arousal.

"The thing with Alice," Kate continued, "is that it's never enough. She's a greedy little slut. You do the unthinkable a few times and suddenly it's a routine. She always wants more. You want to give her more, don't you?"

Steve gulped, aware that his left hand had crept to hold his now fully erect cock. He wanted to give her everything she ever dreamed of. He wanted to share that power with Kate. He couldn't help pumping his cock a couple of times, gasping at the sensation.

"Is this some sort of sign language you slaves have developed?" Kate nodded at his errant hand with a look of disdain.

"Huh?"

"I'm still waiting for an answer," Kate said ominously. "Verbally. Out loud. With actual fucking words."

"Oh," Steve blinked. "Um, yes. I want to give her everything."

Alice, ass in the air, two fingers in her puckered little hole, face pointing down at a puddle of lurid orange vomit, made a little moan of delight, as if she'd just heard the most romantic proposal of her life. Kate rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out and making a rotating finger motion near her temple. Crazy person, the gesture said. Steve tried not to ruin Alice's moment by laughing.

"Okay," said Kate, "now order her to lick it up."

"What?!" the exclamation came from both Alice and Steve simultaneously.

"Yes, yes," Kate sneered, "what a shocking demand. Big surprise. Get on with it, or 'Beans for Breakfast' is going to be an online sensation by tomorrow morning. And yes, I got both of your faces clearly."

Steve didn't bother checking to see if she had her phone nearby. Kate never made idle threats, just the ones she was fully prepared to deliver on. "Lick it up, Alice," he said sternly, "you can't just go around making a mess like that. What would your parents think?"

Alice moaned, cursing under her breath.

"You know what," Kate grinned, "we don't want her feeling short-changed. Fuck her ass while she does that. It'll make for a better video."

"Oh, no!" wailed Alice. "Steve, don't you dare. I'm not r..."

Her protest died in an involuntary intake of breath, as Steve withdrew his fingers and lined the head of his cock up with her asshole, pushing his hips forward. Alice tried to shuffle away but he took a firm grip on her flared hips and pulled her back into his thrust. Her tight little sphincter, already primed by the hard fingering, spread around him almost immediately. Alice made a sound that perfectly expressed both outrage and desperate need, her body going rigid, and then his cock was inside her, being pushed deep into her guts.

Steve let his own lust dictate the pace, long, slow strokes exploring Alice's depths and overstimulating the sensitive nerves of her anal ring. It was as heavenly as the first time had been and he struggled to control his breathing, wanting to make the sensation last as long as possible. If he could he'd stay inside her forever, but the sheer pleasure of thrusting into her was addictive, demanding that he pull back and drive in again. There was no way he's be able to hold back for long.

A glance over at Kate revealed that the blonde wasn't joking about the video. She had her phone in one hand, and was aiming it at them with an expression of intense focus. Her other hand picked a strawberry out of a bowl and distractedly popped it into her mouth. Only the gleam in her grey eyes revealed a hint of the sadistic joy she was taking in humiliating her girlfriend.

"Are you sure you aren't ready, Alice?" Steve teased. "You feel very ready to me."

"Oh God," she moaned.

"I can stop if you want me to," he said, grinning. "Just say the word."

"No!" Alice's voice sounded almost panicked. "Don't stop. Please."

He started to thrust a little harder and faster, letting his balls slap against the soft curve of her ass. The glorious white-hot promise of approaching orgasm surged through him, making his belly tighten, and he fought to restrain it.

"Alice, I gave you an order," Kate sounded annoyed. "If that puke isn't gone by the time he comes inside you, then you'll be sorry."

"Fuck..." Alice gasped. She lowered her head and began lapping vomit off the floor, gagging audibly and shaking her head. "Please, I can't. Not like thi..."

A strawberry bounced off Alice's head, silencing her and rolling away across the living room. "Clean it up NOW," Kate demanded, "or I'll make him hold you up by the window. Everyone on the street can watch his cum dribble out of your ruined asshole, you disgusting little slut."

That seemed to do the trick. Swallowing any further excuses, Alice dropped her face to the sheet beneath her and started licking like her life depended on it. Steve slowed his pace a little, reaching down to tickle the soles of her feet, laughing when she jerked and spluttered. Then he took hold of her hips again and began pumping in earnest, giving in to the impulse to fuck her hard. Alice's moans became more animalistic, intense satisfaction mingling with pain, and complicated by the need to rapidly scoop up and swallow vomit using only her tongue.

It took considerable willpower to give her enough time to succeed in her disgusting task, but Steve managed it. Just. When the release came it made him roar, eyes rolling back in his head. He continued to hammer Alice's back door until the last of the aftershocks died down, dimly aware that she was screaming her way through her own series of orgasms. His fingers were digging into her hips hard enough to leave dark bruises, but she didn't seem to notice any more than he had.

The relative silence of the afterglow, full of mutual panting and wordless expressions of pleasure, was broken by the loud click of Kate setting the phone down on the counter-top. She gave them both an ironic slow clap, the customary smirk back on her coldly beautiful face.

"What do we say to the nice man who just fucked your pathetic, broken little shit-hole, Alice?" Kate prompted, her voice sing-song sweet.

"Thank you, Steve," Alice moaned, her voice quiet and shaky. "Thank you for fucking me so hard."

Kate nodded in satisfaction. "At least she remembers some of her manners. All that money Daddy spent on sending her to Lesbian Hogwarts wasn't completely wasted."