Chapter 2 - The Council Flat
As we walked the mile to their council estate, I discovered that the blonde was called Becky and the brunette was Michelle.
The girls went hand in hand, but as we entered the estate, their hands parted. This simple act told me that their lesbianism was a secret in their community.
I was beginning to get cold feet, it was late, and even though it would be the weekend, my wife would be worried where I was. However, as I walked behind and studied the Becky's little round bottom sensuously moving under her dress, I couldn't think of anything I wanted to do more than to have her. Michelle did not interest me, but I had never had 2 women at the same time before - it would be an experience.
While Michelle was subdued, Becky wanted to know more about me.
"So are you rich then? You look like it with your clobber."
"I do OK," I responded, not wanting to give too much away.
"We 'aven't got jobs, get money from the dole and benefits. Also shag a few of the lads 'round here for a few quid. Gives us enough to survive on for a few nights out, and hols' in Ibiza once a year. We love Ibiza. Cheap drink and drugs, and usually get laid every night... sometimes for money."
"You're not expecting me to pay are you, because if that's the case, I'll be going home right now."
"Nah, you are here for fun... besides, I need someone to help me punish Michelle."
Their flat was a run down council owned dump. The girls, who shared it, had at least attempted to brighten it up, with posters of boy bands, and fairy lights on the walls.
As soon as we got in, Becky turned to Michelle and slapped her hard on the cheek.
"You fat cunt, next time I ask to be fucked, do it right!"
"Yes, Bec," responded the subdued brunette.
"Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Go clean yourself... and do it properly."
While Michelle went to the bathroom, Becky poured us a couple whiskies from a half bottle she found in her kitchenette, and then led me to the bedroom.
She sat on the bed, still with her stilettoes on, finished her whiskey, and said:
"Come on mate, take off your jacket and tie, and give me a snog."
I did so, sat down next to her and started kissing her. She kissed me as she had kissed Michelle, passionately, heavily using her tongue on me. Hungrily, I clasped her tits, groped her body, caressed her legs, down to her ankle chain. She in turn, felt for my cock, and after a bit of fumbling released it from my trousers. She stroked it roughly. I winced, and squeezed her breast hard, searching out her nipple through the bra, and pinching it.
She stopped kissing me, and I could see in her face the realisation that she could not command me. This would be a battle of wills. He looked pensive for a second, then spat into her right hand and started stroking my cock more gently. As she did so I took off my clothes, and then clumsily helped her out of hers.
Michelle came back into the room. Naked, smelling fresh from soap.
"Come here, bitch," snarled Becky. As she approached, Becky stood up and roughly grabbing Michelle by the hair, spat on my cock, and then said to her, "suck it."
Dutifully, Michelle, bent down and started on my prick. I was impressed to note that she immediately started to deep throat me. Long strokes with her mouth up and down the shaft, with sufficient pressure to arouse me further.
Meanwhile, Becky and I restarted our kisses while she kept hold of Michelle's hair, forcing her head up and down my cock. I took the opportunity to grasp her left breast with one hand, and grab her right buttock cheek with my right. It was so small, it fitted nicely in my hand, with my index finger sitting in her crack. It found her anus, and I gently rubbed it. It seemed to turn her on.
"Yeah, do that," she moaned.
I took my hand away, and stuck the finger into her mouth to suck on, before replacing it on her bum. This time the lubricated finger slipped into her anus to the first joint with ease. This turned her on even more, and she became more forceful in pushing Michelle's bobbing head (caught between our bodies) onto my cock. Even Michelle's talented mouth couldn't cope, and she gagged a bit.