Filthy Whispers

OK, so maybe these two hours were going to cost me a month's wages.

What would you pay to live out a lifelong fantasy? What price do you put on a memory, one to treasure and revisit until your dying day?

To be fair to the girls, they cost me less than the five star hotel room, the travel to a distant city, the couple of bottles of champagne, the pure silk designer lingerie I decided to gift them, on a whim. I couldn't take the chance on them turning up in cheap trashy nylon. I needed everything to be perfect.

It was.

***

The knock on arrived on schedule, to the second. I opened my suite door and gasped. They were exquisite. Delicious. Both in their mid to late twenties, everything their agency had promised and more.

"Hi. I'm Chanelle," the taller, redheaded girl smiled. "And this is Mitzi," her voice was soft, feline, a hint of a European accent - was it fake? I didn't care. She gently stroked the shoulder of the blonde blue eyed angel beside her, with the back of her hand.

"We hope you were expecting us?"

"Oh I was, I was" I stammered, "I just hadn't expected you to be quite so beautiful."

They stepped into the room and each gave me a tender little kiss on either cheek. I passed them each a flute of champagne.

"So," Chanelle purred. "Do you have anything particular in mind for our party tonight?"

"I do indeed. Take a seat and I will tell you exactly what I have in mind."

***

The girls listened attentively as I spelled out what I wanted of them, smiling occasionally, nodding appreciatively at suitable moments. I could feel my heart racing, my body trembling with excitement as I spelled it out in detail. I'd never thought it likely they would refuse the assignment, but when they assured me "it sounds like fun" it was a relief to see their faces were open and honest.

"Do you mind which of us has each task?" Chanelle asked me, one eyebrow perched inquisitively.

"You have been doing most of the talking and your voice is so incredibly sexy... would you?"

She grinned wickedly. "I'd love to."

***

They took about ten minutes in the bathroom getting changed and ready. It felt like an eternity. The door opened ajar. "Are you ready for us?"

"I am." And I was. I'd taken a seat in an upright chair, with cushions and pillows thrown around on the floor in front of me.

The bathroom door swung open and I let out a low growl. "Oh my God."

"Do you like how we look?" Chanelle was in the black silk stockings, suspenders, push up bra and a minuscule pair of panties. Mitzi in a gossamer thin ivory tinted baby doll chemise and matching frilly knickers. The round curves of her large soft natural tits were clearly visible through the silk My mouth immediately went dry as a desert, I could only nod and take a gulp of champagne.

The girls didn't move. Just stood there, letting my eyes rove all over their bodies. Chanelle was standing slightly behind Mitzi, giving her that same soft stroke down her bare arm with the back of her fingers.

"The first time I met Mitzi was in a room a lot like this one" Chanelle continued.

"Some old Texas millionaire had hired us both. "He said he was married. Religious.

He wouldn't even touch us. He just wanted to look. To watch." Chanelle leaned down and softy kissed Mitzi on the neck. Mitzi closed her eyes in bliss and tilted her head to one side to offer better access, or perhaps to give me a better view.

"He asked us to strip each other, slowly, one item at a time. Mitzi was wearing a long white dress with a zip down the front, do you remember baby?" Mitzi smiled and nodded. "I stood behind her and pulled that zip down as slowly as I possibly could, just one notch at a time. I remember looking over her shoulder and as the dress fell open I could see she was naked underneath. I remember thinking she had the best tits I had ever seen, immediately I wanted to touch them, stroke them, squeeze them, kiss them. I tell you she has the most fantastic tits. Do you want to see them?"

I nodded, helplessly.

"All in good time," she teased, while running a fingertip over the silk around the underside of her curved, rounded breasts.

As if answering a secret signal, Mitzi dropped the her knees while Chanelle strode assertively across the hotel room towards me. She placed one hand on my shoulder and stood just behind me. Throwing her hair back, Mitzi dropped to her hands and knees and without ever breaking eye contact with me, crawled towards me until she reached the cushions around me on the floor, where she leaned on one hand, her feet tucked up behind her, stock still, a sculpture of unparalleled beauty. As I gazed down at her, Chanelle spoke on.

"We were there all night, with the American, weren't we Mitzi? We stripped each other and danced to the country music he liked, our naked bodies pressed together, our hands clasped on each others butts, squeezing, grinding.

"Then we got the oils and massaged each other, Mitzi was on her belly as I stroked oil into every inch of her back, down her thighs, her feet, I spent so long stroking her feet, before my hands slid up her legs, up the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs apart, and then my fingers touched her pussy for the first time. I remember how she wriggled and writhed and I could instantly tell how wet she was.

As Chanelle spoke she carefully took hold of the top button of my shirt, unbuttoning it, them moving down to the next one. "That was when she turned onto her back and opened her legs and with the old man lying next to us panting on the bed, I kissed inch by inch up the inside of her thigh, all the way to the top, then planted my lips around her clit and kissed her there. I still remember the moan she let out as she took hold of my head and came for the first time, right there and then."

As Chanelle recounted her tale, Mitzi's hand slowly drifted down her body, resting on her knickers between her legs, reliving the memories.

"We came so many times that night, do you remember, Mitzi babe? After a few hours we were so turned on that you pushed your fingers inside me and it wasn't enough, I begged you for more, begged you for your whole fist. And when I came with you fucking me like that I squirted everywhere, I was screaming.

"And you know the weirdest thing about that old guy? He wouldn't even touch himself. Said it was a sin. He just lay there on the bed with his cock harder than it had been since the 1970s and when Mitzi and I had fucked ourselves dizzy we curled up naked between his legs and kissed each other softly just inches from his cock. And that's when it started spurting like a fountain, all of its own accord, splashing our faces and tits, and pouring all over himself. Do you remember that, Mitzi?"

Mitzi didn't say a word. Just closed her eyes and smiled to herself, while her hand drummed a little pattern on the mound beneath her panties.

Chanelle took a moment to sip on her champagne. My shirt was open fully by this point and she took her place behind me, the palms of her hand resting on my bare chest, one fingernail idly toying with my nipple.

"Now the second time Mitzi and I met, what a night that was. We were told to wear our best party dresses, and we arrived at the address, this huge mansion in the countryside. There were so many girls from our company there, at least 12 of us, and then a bunch of other girls I'd never seen before. Our host was some kind of Arab prince, but we never met him. We did meet so many rich men though. Important men. Famous men. Like the rock star who took a shine to Mitzi.

"Let me tell you, Mitzi was SO excited when she saw him, she made sure she caught his eye, didn't you baby? You were like a giddy teenage groupie. I watched it all. Why don't you demonstrate what you did for our friend here?"

On that, Mitzi rolled onto her feet and stood up. She had taken her heels off and couldn't have been much taller than about 5'2 in her bare feet, which meant with me sitting on the chair, her tits were almost exactly on my eyeline.

"You stood in front of that rock star, slid the shoulders off your dress and smoothly pulled it down to show him what you were bringing him" as Chanelle said those words, Mitzi slipped the straps of her baby doll negligee and pulled it downwards, her incredible tits just inches from my face.

"Then you straddled his lap, sat on his knee, unfastened his belt and opened his button."

Mitzi straddled my lap, sat on my knee, unfastened my belt and opened the button at my waist. I could feel her delicate weight pressing down on my thighs, wriggling and shuffling slightly as she prised open my flies and reached inside.

"Then you took his cock out and oh my God it was so beautiful. So big, So thick. So very hard." Mitzi reached in and wrapped her hands around the shaft of my cock, easing it out into the air. I many not be as big & thick as her rock star but damn was I hard.

"I remember watching you fall to your knees, how carefully, how softly, how gently you scattered little kisses all the way up the shaft of his cock, before you gripped the tip of it between your lips and slowly, inch by inch, sucked him into your mouth."

As she spoke, Mitzi scattered little kisses all the way up the shaft of my cock, opened her lips and gripped my swollen cock head between her red-painted lips. I moaned at the sensation as I felt the suction slowly increase and my cock slid between her lips, over her tongue, and deep towards the back of her throat.

"I'd like to say what happened to you next but I'll need to leave that to Mitzi to demonstrate. Because while she was doing that these two football stars took hold of me, one hand each, and led me to another room. It was a bedroom, with a huge wide TV on the wall, showing a projection of the camera that was sitting on a tripod, pointing at the giant bed.

"These guys wanted to see what they did to me. They wanted to see it all. They wanted to watch themselves fucking me, using me, degrading me. I was to be their personal porn star."

Mitzi let me cock slip from her mouth for a moment, I looked down and caught her eye, I think she wanted permission to take a break. I smiled & nodded as she held my hard cock between her perfect tits and stroked me slowly, firmly, insistently, from the base to the tip. I closed my eyes and listened to what Chanelle was whispering huskily in my ear.

"They ordered me to take off my dress, their tone was a little rougher than it needed to be, I wasn't going to say no to them, but I have to tell you, their dominance really turned me on. One of them lay me on my back and dived between my legs, he was gripping my ass and pushing my pussy up into his face as his tongue explored deep inside me. Above me, looking backwards, I could see the other guy pulling off his t-shirt and opening his pants, next thing I know his huge hard black cock was pushing between my lips, nearly choking me. His buddy kept licking my cunt, kissing my clit, until I was on the verge of orgasm, then he picked me up like I was a ragdoll, flipped me round onto me hands and knees with my ass in the air and stood behind me. I could now get a proper look at the muscular, solid body behind the huge cock in my mouth, glistening, rippling, and I could feel the nuzzle of a hard cockhead resting between the lips of my pussy and then felt myself filling up as a huge hard cock rammed hard inside me, pushing me forward, harder on to the huge one in my mouth."

While she talked, I kept my eyes closed, imagining the scene, but between my legs Mitzi went back to licking, kissing, sucking my cock, sending wild, intense sensations up and down my shaft and trembles down to my toes. Chanelle's voice was right in my ear now, whispering hot breath against my neck as she talked.

"They fucked me like that for hours, my cunt, my face, then took turns. When they switched I could see the guy who had been fucking me had the biggest cock, I could barely open my mouth wide enough to swallow him, but my attention was taken by the guy behind me pulling my ass wide apart and spitting there... making me wet. I knew what was to come next and I wanted it, I wanted it all.

"As I felt his huge thick dick slipping into me I looked at the screen and saw myself, naked on my hands and knees being fucked in the face and the ass, right there, larger than life. I've always known I was a slut, and I've often been called a whore, but never did I feel so much of a slut and a whore as I did in that moment with these two glistening black Adonises fucking me like their personal slave girl.

"I was cumming and cumming with a huge cock in my ass and another in my face, and I wanted those boys to cum so bad, I needed their cum too, I wanted all of it, I wanted to feel it, wanted to taste it, and when I looked up at the giant screen on the wall I wanted to watch it all happen."

Mitzi was rubbing my cock with her hands into her mouth now. I was getting close but didn't want this moment to end just yet. I took hold of her wrists & slowed her down to a tickle. Chanelle wasn't finished her story.

"So without waiting to be told, I took the porn star position, on my knees in front of the camera, legs wide open, with a big strong athlete standing either side of me, my hands on their cocks, stroking them into my face."

Chanelle moved around from her position behind me and knelt on the floor, next to Mitzi, unclipping her own bra, throwing it aside then miming what she was telling me, stroking thick far imaginary cocks over her face, into her mouth. She stared me hard in the eyes.

"And that's when they started to cum, stroking themselves hard in my face, I felt this sudden hot spurt of jizz splash across my face, another over my tits, then one of them forced himself into my mouth and spurted a thick load straight down my throat, they kept cumming and cumming until I was drenched, glazed, dazed, licking my fingers rubbing their slippery hot cum into my face, tits, into my pussy and I touched myself again and I started to cum again, a filthy cum slut, moaning on the giant screen on the wall."

Chanelle was leaning back now, her tiny g-string pushed to one side as she masturbated herself hard and fast, panting, whimpering, for real now.

I looked down at the sight in front of me. Two stunningly sexy girls, stripped down to a few fragments of fabric, the delectable, curvy blonde with her lips wrapped tight around my cock, the gorgeous slender redhead lying on her back, legs open, furiously rubbing her clit while moaning "Oh fuck I am such a slut, such a whore, I am going to cum oh fuck I am going to cum."

It hadn't been my plan, but plans change. I took hold of Mitzi's face gently in my hands and lifted her off my cock. I gestured her towards Chanelle. "Make her cum. Make her cum first."

Mitzi lay down alongside Chanelle and half lay on top of her, their bare naked tits pressed together. Mitzi's hand greedily pushed Chanelle's own hand to one side and then began fingerfucking her, fast and hard. As Chanelle began thrusting her hips and writhing in ecstasy I knelt down beside them, my own cock just inches from their lips as they kissed each other with genuine desire and passion.

"One last time. Please, talk to me some more" I begged them.

Mitzi, the sweet young blonde who had barely said a word since she arrived in my room, suddenly stepped up to the mark. She glared at me, deep into my soul, with a look that was pure lust.

"Do it. Cum for us. Cum for your filthy, dirty-talking whores. We want it. We want it all. We want you. Cum in my face. Cum in her mouth. Cum all over my tits. Cum all over her cunt so I can lick it clean. We want to be every filthy fantasy you ever had right here, right now" and I exploded.

As Chanelle groaned and moaned with orgasm I unloaded all over both of them, more cum than I have ever spurted in my life, just as she had called for, just as I had seen in every porn scene, just as I had imagined in every filthy fantasy, I came and I came and I came until all three of us collapsed on the floor in a writhing, sweaty, spunky mess.

***

I still had over an hour of time booked. We showered, we cleaned up, and then yes, we fucked. We fucked properly, tenderly, then roughly. We made sure Mitzi had her pleasure too. But that was not what this had been about.

It had been about the voice.

It had been about the stories.

It had been about the words.

It had been about the filthy whispers.