As you can understand I felt disappointed when the two women stood. Cindy stood first, leaving my cock still pressed snugly against Anna's ass cheeks, but then Anna stood as well, and my large cock attempted to stomach punch me in frustration.
The situation was absurd. I was not the kind of guy who ended up in situations like this. Cindy Campbell was a tall blonde in her early thirties. Her hair came down to just below her shoulders. She was wearing white washed denim shorts and an orange bikini top, one that did nothing to camouflage the large succulent nipples that stood out from her firm, fake, but fantastic looking c-cup chest.
Anna was shorter, though somehow just as leggy. Her shorts were denim but traditional blue, and did a remarkable job of accentuating her ass. She had a very deep, dark tan. Anna Johnson was a brunette, and do to the loose fitting shirt she wore I had absolutely no idea if her large breasts were real or fake, but I was 99% sure that I didn't give a damn.
Both women were married and strangers to me until this afternoon. Both had done an unbelievably fast job seducing me into being what I guess would amount to being their sex slave for the evening, just before they abandoned me on the floor.
Feeling dejected, I moved to pull my trunks up, the only stitch of clothing I had handy, but Anna's foot came down on my bare cock, gently but firmly pressing it against my abs, preventing me from covering it.
"We can't spend the entire day having sex in here. Your summer bimbo wouldn't be able to mistake that smell for anything other than what it is. Likewise our places are out, but luckily I own another condo a few doors down which just so happens to be vacant this week. And look, I even brought the key."
Mrs. Johnson fished said key out of her pocket. It wasn't on a ring. If this was an affair of opportunity and not planned out, which is what she had described, it seemed odd that she just happened to have the key to an empty condo on her person, but I am not a complete idiot. Not only was her foot pressed against my cock, but she was offering me the sexual opportunity of a life time. I kept my mouth shut.
"Cindy and I are going to go next door and grab some things. You are going to pack up all the drinks and two solo cups from the kitchen and walk maybe a dozen doors down that way by way of the beach." She pointed out which direction for my benefit.
"Cindy and I will walk down the street and enter through the front. We will open a patio door for you once we are ready. When you see the door open, you will come inside, set the drinks out on the counter, then stand opposite us and wait for instruction. From this point forward you will do exactly as you are told. Understood?"
I had the sudden impression I was not the first young man they had shared. I nodded. "Yes ma'am." I said.
"Yes mistress Johnson." she corrected me, applying more of her body weight to the pressure on my cock. It didn't hurt at all. A hard cock is actually designed to take a considerable amount of pressure and abuse, when you think about it. I knew better than to let Mistress Johnson see that.
"Yes Mistress Johnson." I amended obediently.
"You will notice that Cindy will also refer to me as her mistress while we are alone. Regardless of this, anytime you are alone with either of us for the duration of your summer here you will call us only Mistress Johnson and Mistress Campbell respectively, and you are to obey both of us without hesitation, myself first and foremost. Understood?"
"Yes mistress Johnson." I replied. She finally eased the pressure off of my cock.
"Lie there exposed until you are certain we have left the condo," she told me. She didn't wait this time for a reply but turned and left me alone on the floor. I waited until they were gone, and they took their time, before I pulled my trunks up and stood. I was not used to this whole submissive thing, and was not sure if I had a taste for it, but a little subservience was certainly worth the prize at the end of what seemed like a fairly short tunnel. And she did just say all summer, didn't she? I didn't even try to wipe the smile from my face.
I gathered up the alcohol and two cups as ordered (very much aware that neither would be for me) and bagged up everything into the brown paper bag that we had bought them in. I was fairly certain my friends would later ask me where they went, and no decent lie came to mind either. I would just cross that bridge when I came to it.
I was strolling down the beach in no time with a suspicious brown paper bag and a massive erection tenting my shorts. There were two condos I thought might be vacant that were both in the right area, so I had no idea which one we would be using. To say I was excited, nervous, and intimidated was an understatement.
It is illegal to have booze down on the beach during the day, and I became self-conscious of the large plain brown paper bag in my arms. I ended up setting it down somewhat close to a trash can while I waited, and stayed close enough to keep an eye on it. The women kept me waiting.
After a subjective eternity I saw the perky and sexy Mrs. Campbell in her orange bikini top and white washed shorts appear in the sliding glass door. She spotted me, smiled warmly, opened the door, and disappeared inside. Swiftly (because I thought the women might enjoy seeing me jump, and not at all because I was really freaking eager to see what happened) I gathered up the alcohol and hurried up the patio. I almost forgot to wash my feet in my haste. I felt certain Anna would have scolded me for tracking sand into what should have been an unoccupied condo.
Anna and Cindy were sitting on the couch. The layout was identical to the condo that my friends and I were staying in. As instructed previously I sat the drinks out, cups and all, before moving to stand opposite the couch and await instruction. There was no television across from the couch here either, not even a framed painting like at our place, just an empty space for me to stand.
I was disappointed to see the two women with as much on as they had on earlier. Anna Johnson had on a bikini top under the shirt, and I was dying to get a better look at her chest.
After a few seconds of pointed silence of me standing by the wall and the women eyeing me with smiles on their faces Anna said casually "Lose the trunks." The trunks were all I had on of course, but I only hesitated for a moment. Both women had already seen and touched my cock in one fashion or another anyway. Soon I stood completely naked in front of the two married women.
"You are every bit as handsome and well hung as Nicole said you were. Does it surprise you to learn that she snuck her hands into your trousers last night before you woke? It shouldn't. The slut wants you badly. I can't blame her. But we get you first. Isn't that right Toy?"
"Yes Mistress Johnson." I said.
"Do you know how to mix drinks Toy?" Anna asked.
"Yes Mistress Johnson." I replied. She waived dismissively, permitting me to get to it. I made the two women drinks, very much aware that I was nude and they were not. I decided making the drinks either too strong or too soft would go over poorly, so I aimed for something right down the middle. I brought the drinks over to them, and when neither woman reached for theirs I sat the drinks down on the table. Lacking any further direction I went to stand back in my designated spot against the wall.
I stood there for a moment while the two women considered me. Anna was the first to pick up her drink, but Anna waited until Cindy had done the same before she took a sip. Again Cindy mirrored her. "Not bad." Anna admitted after a moment. Cindy nodded in agreement.
Anna asked me "Do you like having your cock sucked Toy?"
"Yes Mistress Johnson." I replied quite enthusiastically.
