Chapter Six
I didn't remember falling asleep, but it was close to noon when we woke. The room was too warm for sheets, and we were too tired to care. I was buried under two naked bodies. From my position, I could only see two blond mops of hair resting on my chest. I couldn't tell or remember which was my young, beautiful fiancée and which was the elegant, retired dominatrix who took my virginity. But one of them was cradling my balls.
I had a strong morning wood. It stood proud over the prone women like the iconic tower outside did to the city. I felt the hand slide up from my balls and begin to gently stroke the shaft. My hands instinctively palmed the closest piece of flesh to them. I had a firm toned ass in each.
Two heads turned, and I saw their faces. It was Emily stroking me awake like she did every morning. A bit of relief came over me. I was still uncomfortable with the whole thing. Ms. Laura lay naked, inches from my engorged manhood.
Emily's jerking sent waves of pleasure through me. It was hard in moments like this to rationalize that feeling. It wasn't like I didn't enjoy it either. Ms. Laura and Emily were both gorgeous women. This was what men dream of. It was what I dreamt of. Nevertheless, I felt in my soul something was wrong about it.
But Emily's stroking felt too good. Soon, I felt my troubled mind sink back into lustful bliss again. Two beautiful, very naked women lay on top of me. How could it feel like this if it was wrong?
"Good morning," Ms. Laura said in a voice made horse by a long, good sleep, "At it again, I see."
I felt Ms. Laura's hand come up and wrap around my cock, just over Emily's. The two both held it.
"Oh, very nice," Ms. Laura said admiringly, "Emily dear, go into my bag, front pocket. I have something for you. I'm going to ride this big slut and make him regret fucking my other slave without permission."
"Yes, ma'am!" Emily said, rolling out of bed.
I was suddenly left alone with the older dominatrix, her hand still wrapped around my straining cock. My conscience screamed like a prisoner jailed just behind my eyes, telling me to just speak up, but my carnal desires were in the driver's seat. They pushed it down with the thought of "it was too late" and "just one more time".
Ms. Laura rolled on top of me, and I let it happen. Her warm, wet orifice slid over me like a glove. I was deep inside of her. That suppressed part of me continued to protest, but betrayed by biology, the only thing I could vocalize was a grunt of pleasure. Protests were for another time.
She sat straight up and began to roll her hips in a continuous wave. Her large breasts moved with the hypnotic rhythm. I was entranced but had to stop. Emily was feet away, digging through Ms. Laura's bag.
"Why was I like this?" I thought to myself before being swallowed by lust again.
The friction was already bringing me close, but not over the edge. The relentless wave of her body on mine carried me along in a heightened state of sensation. I felt pins and needles in my feet and fingertips and needed something to change. In frustration, as much as carnal desire, I tried to take control. I bucked hard, trying to disrupt her withering and relentless motion.
