"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.
