I had been away on a business trip for a week. It was supposed to be for two weeks but the deal fell though and we finished up coming home early. I rocked up at my place on Friday evening to find a party in progress. You can understand I felt a little surprised, as I live alone.
It turned out that the young lady next door (her mother had the key and was keeping an eye on things for me) had acquired the key and invited some of her friends around for the party that I found going on.
I, ah, remonstrated with the young lady, explaining that invading someone's house for a party was a no-no. It was agreed that I'd let the party continue until it wound down of its own accord. At least, the girls agreed to that. My opinion was neither sought nor wanted.
During the course of the night I had occasion to chat with the various party members. Two of them, Janet and Michelle, were very flirtatious. I wound up suggesting they come around the next day. The reason, I blandly informed them, was so that I could have sex with the pair of them. I told them what I intended to do to them when they fronted up, mentioning things like spanking as well as fucking. They had hurriedly retreated, red of face, leaving me the victor in our little war of words.
Now when I had suggested they come around it was very much tongue in cheek. I didn't think for one moment that they would. I mean, if you were a young lady and a guy you had only just met invited you around to his place so he could have sex with you, said sex to possibly include a spanking, would you front up? No, you would not. You would put his name down in your little black book marked with the words 'sex maniac - do not approach'.
This being the case you can imagine my surprise when I looked out the window the next afternoon to see Janet and Michelle walking down the path to my front door, nudging each other and giggling as they came.
I thought what the hell and tried to remember exactly what I'd suggested that I'd be doing to them. Remembering part of it I made a hasty adjustment to the furniture in the front room. Just in time for the bell to ring.
I opened the door and ushered them into the front room, not rushing them but certainly not giving them time to change their minds.
"I must admit that I'm a little surprised that you have actually accepted my invitation," I told them. "I thought you didn't look too enthusiastic when I proffered it."
The girls glanced at me and giggled.
Turning to look directly at me Michelle addressed the issue.
"Be fair. You just took us a little by surprise. Once we had a chance to consider your charming invite how could we possibly stay away?"
"Ah, why is your chair sitting in the middle of the room?" Janet asked.
The furniture adjustment I'd made was to push the coffee table to one side and yank an easy chair into the middle of the room, facing my mini-bar.
I placed a hand on Janet's back, edging her towards the chair.
"Two reasons," I told her. "As you can see, with the chair situated there it's facing the mirror fronting the mini-bar. Seated or bending over that chair and you can see yourself reflected in the mirror. The other reason was that I promised to bend one of you over the nearest convenient piece of furniture as soon as you walked in. That chair is now the nearest convenient piece of furniture."
A bit of pressure on Janet's back and she found herself involuntarily leaning over the arm of the chair. One hand held her there while my other hand was already lifting her dress, tucking it up under the hand holding her.
"Wait a minute. Wait," she yelled. "You don't seriously expect me to let you just, ah, I mean, you can't just grab me and, um, stop that."
What I was supposed to stop was my hand pushing down her panties, I think. Then again, she might have meant stop everything. With her panties down I now started massaging her pussy, preparing it for action.
"Be reasonable," I said. "I distinctly told you that as soon as you came in I was going to bend one of you over and fuck you. You're not trying to make a liar out of me, are you? Isn't that what I said, Michelle?"
When appealed to my impartial witness nodded. She could afford to agree. It wasn't her bent over the chair.
"He's right, Janet. That's what he said. Remember, we were wondering if he really meant it. It appears that he does."
"Look on the bright side, Janet," I told her. "You can just turn your head and you'll be able to see all the action as well as feel it."
I turned to Michelle again.
"Do me a favour, Michelle. My hands are rather busy right now. Would you be so kind as to undo my trousers for me?"
"Don't you dare, Shelly," wailed Janet, while Michelle giggled and started unfastening my belt.
"They call me Shelly, not Michelle, you know," she told me working on my zip.
"So I heard," I admitted, "but I like the name Michelle. It's pretty and it suits you so if you don't mind I'll continue to use it."
My trousers were now down and Michelle was holding my erection, stroking it lightly.
"Have a look, Janet," she cooed. "Have we ever got a present for you."
Janet turned her head to look at the reflection, staring at what Michelle was waving about. Her eyes opened wider. True, she'd seen it the previous evening, but it was one thing to see an erection that someone else had to handle. Something else again to look at that erection and know you were expected to handle it.
"Oh, come on," she protested. "You're not really going to do this, are you?"
For answer I removed my cock from Michelle's grasp and stroked it along Janet's slit, just trailing it back and forth, letting her get a feel for it. Her pudenda was flushed and swollen from the attention I'd been giving it, her labia pursed and waiting.
"I don't see that I have much choice," I said, positioning myself so I was ready to press forward. "You seem ready to take it and it wouldn't be fair to deprive you of it now that you're all eager and anticipating it."
I started pushing forward, amused to see that Janet was watching herself in the mirror. Damned if I could tell what the expression on her face meant. She made what I could only call a token protest as I moved into her. I say token because even while she was making the protest her bottom was lifting and she was pushing back to meet me, encouraging me to take her completely with that first thrust. Not that I needed much encouragement.
My immediate problem was that I didn't want to just give Janet a quick fuck until I climaxed. The fuck she was entitled to, but the climax I wanted to hold back. I had Michelle to consider. It wouldn't be proper to invite her over and then be unable to perform. Accordingly, I had to be careful how I handle Janet.
I had made a small error when whipping of Janet's panties. I'd left the rest of her clothes on, meaning I couldn't get at her breasts. A pity, but something to make up for another time. Meanwhile I had my hands on her hips and was driving in forcefully.
I strongly suspected that Janet was aroused before she even set foot inside my door. No matter what she'd said she'd been expecting this, although maybe not quite so quickly. Whatever, I was driving in hard, letting a hand stray around to the front of her and massage her mons even while I was driving home.
She was sounding off eagerly, accepting everything I was giving her and wanting more, and more of the same I gladly gave. She was way excited, her breath harsh and heavy, almost groaning as we came together. I kept her going for as long as I could but it was plain to see she was going to climax and going to do it soon.
I gave her that extra little bit of oomph to hoist her over the line, feeling her clamp down on me as she gave a small cry and started shuddering as her orgasm smashed into her. Damn, but I had to work hard not to blow my load.
Afterwards I pulled my pants up but stood next to Janet so she was still stuck leaning over. I idly caressed her bottom while I stood there, ignoring her requests to be let up.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," I said, speaking generally, knowing that they would be quick to do so if I was, "but I believe I mentioned something about a spanking as well."
