Golden Ticket Pt 02

Golden Ticket Day 2: Bea

"Good morning sleepy head!" came the call from across the room.

I had slept beautifully again, some funny dreams which I had already forgotten. But I wasn't dreaming now was I? Sitting on the chair, with the longest, most slender and beautiful legs I had ever seen, crossed and propped up in the corner of my bed. Her golden hair was straight, perfect and just reached to her shoulders and her sparkling eyes conveyed a sense of mischievousness and fun that told me I was in for an interesting day.

She stood up and I could see how tall she was, almost my height. She was wearing a pink vest which was nowhere near long enough to reach her waist and showed off her flat stomach and tanned shoulders. Her denim skirt was obscenely short and my mind was already lustfully imagining what if anything she was wearing underneath.

"Like what you see, do you?"

"How do you know?"

"Apart from your eyes on stalks, there is that". She pointed at my crotch. I was sleeping just under a sheet and from the outline it was clear that I had a healthy morning erection.

"Show me!" she demanded, playfully.

"It's all yours, and all because of you." I replied.

"You're a charmer you are. Sure it's not about happy memories from yesterday too?"

I blushed revealingly.

"Thought so. You had a great day yesterday, that's nothing to be ashamed of."

She sat down on the bed next to me and through the sheet traced the outline of my stiff cock with her finger.

"You are going to have a great day today too, and this delightful thing is going to be the centre of attention. I may look like the sweet innocent type but I'm not. I like to enjoy myself...."

Whilst she was talking to me she was slowly pulling back the sheet, almost without knowing she was doing it. I was looking at her, but she only had eyes for my erection. Finally the sheet was down to my thighs and at that point her voice had tailed off with lust and wanting. She just looked for a few moments.

"Oh my, that is a nice one. I want to touch it, I want to..."

"Stop!"

She pulled back her hand as if caught like a child with her hand in the biscuit tin.

"It's yours, all yours, all day, but you have to tell me your name first."

"Okay, James, I'm Beatrice, call me 'Bea', everyone does." She pronounced it 'bee'. "Now can I touch it?"

"Yes, Bea, you can."

Like her arms and legs, her fingers were long and slender and she wrapped them right round me. She pulled back my foreskin to reveal the shiny red tip.

"Mmm", she breathed, "perfect. I'm going to have such fun today."

She licked her finger and gently rubbed it all over the tip. A little more saliva and both her thumb and forefinger were in action.

"I love it, I love your cock. I knew I would when I saw you with Annabel. You know what cock worship is, don't you? That's what's in store for you today, having your beautiful cock worshipped, all day. I bet you'd love me to bring you off, right here, right now?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Well you're going to have to wait a little longer, but it'll be worth it. Firstly, though, you're off for your morning run with Charlotte, then breakfast. Go on, get your running gear on, she'll be waiting outside."

As I was to find all day, everything happened exactly how Bea wanted it to happen.

"Awake yet?" Charlotte asked me as we warmed up. "Let's go."

Once my body had got going and reluctantly accepted that exercise was going to happen, I started to enjoy it. More than yesterday too. My muscles were already starting to remember this positive feeling having spent too much time in recent months just taking me back and forth to the fridge for another beer. Charlotte knew it too and again pushed me. We got to her favourite spot up towards the high end of the estate.

"Let's pause. I promised Bea I'd bring you back in one piece, untouched, but tomorrow is my day, and I'm definitely an outdoors girl. Come on, I'm playing you along, don't look so worried. Let's go again."

Back downhill towards breakfast made running a pleasure and my stomach was already rumbling. Bea was already seated at the patio table, sipping her coffee.

"Good? Have a seat and get stuck in to your special James breakfast. Then you need a rub down after your run. This is decaff by the way, we're not allowed caffeine either."

I ate my muesli with fresh fruit and yogurt, drank my freshly squeezed orange juice and wiped my mouth with my impeccably pressed linen napkin. All the while, Bea watched me, curiously, over the rim of her coffee cup. Wasn't she hungry?

"James, have you ever tried 'edging'?" she enquired, as if asking if I'd ever tried a certain food or something.

"No, I don't think so. It sounds like a dangerous sport."

"It isn't the least bit dangerous. For you it is an exquisite, prolonged pleasure."

"Okay, I'm interested, I like trying new stuff. What about for you?"

"For a cock obsessed thing like me, it's enormous fun."

I was intrigued. But I would have to wait.

"Come on, time for your professional massage, I want you properly relaxed. Follow me."

Where else would we be going but the massage room? And there, to my delight was Annabel looking as enticing as ever. She was dressed very, very similarly to Bea, short denim skirt, and a lime green vest. I wanted yesterday to happen again, but on the other hand today was going well so far.

"Good morning, honey", she greeted me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "Lie down. I think you can lose the running shorts now."

I lay downwards, naked, just as the previous day, my face in the circular cushion.

"Can I help?", asked Bea.

"Sure, just stand on the other side and match what I do."

They started with my shoulders and pressed hard, easing the tight muscles. They were working hard on me, pressing, soothing, squeezing, and moving down to my lower back.

"Hard work, isn't it?" said Bea. Her hands left my back for a moment and then a pink vest appeared on the floor directly below my face. It was swiftly followed by a lime green vest.

"The buttocks need especially hard work, I find, lots of attention," advised Annabel.

I felt my ass gripped hard, really being manipulated firmly. It felt good after the run, this was where it generally ached the next day. A little more massage oil was dribbled onto me, and it was allowed to dribble down my crack.

"Why don't you massage in between?" suggested Annabel. "I'll move onto the thighs."

"Ooh, smooth, very nice. Someone did a great job here. I hope you made sure that it hurt him, just a little. I bet he likes us smooth, so fair's fair."

"Oh yes! I suppose I might have made it a little easier for him, but hey, you don't often get a chance like that."

One of Bea's hands was tugging gently at my balls and the other was tickling me around my ass. I shivered with pleasure.

"I think he likes it."

"On yes, but this is nothing to what he's going to get later."

"Lucky boy! Let's finish his legs and then roll him over."

They worked their way down my legs, working hard on my calves. Then it was time to roll over. Funnily enough I was still nervous about being naked and exposed in front of the two of them. Annabel and Bea on the other hand were very keen to get me on my back. I looked up at my beautiful elegant goddesses, both naked but for their microskirts.

"Let's start at the ankles and move up again." Bea wanted to take the lead a bit more. It seemed to me it was perhaps quicker and less thorough, as Bea was keen to get to the main attraction. My quads did receive quite a lot of attention all the same, with some accidental brushing against me from both of them.

"I think it's time you gave it a proper massage", whispered Annabel, as the tension and anticipation built beyond a critical level. "I'd love to watch."

Bea's eyes sparkled as an idea occurred to her. "Why don't you take a seat?"

"Okay", said Annabel, looking round for a chair.

"No, the best seat in the house! I know you like it, and he'd love it." Bea pointed at my face.

"Ooh, yes, I see what you mean. Yes, I'd absolutely love to. I really like it in the morning."

Now this really was heavenly. I hoped that whichever companion was in charge would be happy to share me with Annabel, but I didn't think it would be so soon. Her pussy was soon settled delightfully on my face. She really was delicious, she tasted so sweet, that I would have happily licked her all day. With Annabel, though, it was never going to be all day. After only a few minutes of me lapping at her labia, her orgasm started to build from deep inside and it burst out with that familiar "Oh, oh, oh!"

"Wow, you're a quick one!"

Annabel blushed. "Yes, the first one always is."

"I want to find out how long the second one lasts. Go on, stay there, I'm sure James is happy to give you a bit more."

"Mmm mmm", was about as coherent as I could be, what with my face being completely covered.

With having two women to enjoy, I can't describe what both were doing at the same time. But I have to tell you that Bea was an expert at cock and ball massage. She drizzled some more oil down the shaft, and made sure that my balls were well coated, and slippery. She played with them, juggled them, tugged gently on them, squeezed and released, squeezed and released. Then her hands moved to my shaft, to the base, and she alternated each hand pulling down with one then the other, then alternating hands with upwards strokes. It was absolutely delightful, pure pleasure, without me being anywhere close to exploding.

"I want to watch you finish him off, I'd love to see it."

"You're gonna have to wait a very long time. I'm going to make him last for quite a while yet, probably all morning, maybe even all day!"

"He's going to be climbing the walls by then, he'll be begging you."

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm hoping for."

"I'd like to see the finale all the same, but maybe it will be someone else's turn next."

"Yes, I think I'll make sure that tongue is well used this morning. There are a couple of others in the queue. By the way, are you close yet?"

Annabel didn't answer, but soon after that her eyes, so Bea told me later, started to glaze over, and from deep inside, it started to build. Her legs held my head tight, her hold body tensed, there were a few shudders, and "Oh, oh, oh!"

"Wow, another good one!"

"He knows just how to do it to me. I love it." She climbed off.

"Thanks for the lovely massage", I told her.

"I think you've more than repaid me." One more happy shiver of pleasure, Annabel picked up her vest, kissed us both, and left.

"Just you and me now, babe. You need a shave and a shower. Meet me on the patio when you're done, and I want you to wear one of the dressing gowns. There are about 100 in this place anyway. Off you go."

As I showered I had to resist the temptation to finish myself off, I was getting so desperate. Bea had been playing with me off and on since I woke up, and my balls were starting to ache.

Back out on the patio, she was waiting. I was disappointed to see the vest back on, but the way she was sitting, cross legged, meant that I had a pretty good view. Definitely no panties. She patted the bed beside her, to encourage me to sit down.

"Now I've been having a lovely play with you; I could do with a bit of pleasuring myself."

"I'd love to go down on you now, I've been waiting for you to ask."

"Tongue is nice I suppose, but it's not what really gets me off."

There must have been a look of surprise on my face, because Bea burst out laughing.

"If only your tongue was the solution to the world's problems! No, it's fingers I like. I like being played with as much as playing. Go on, give it a try! Lie down first, make yourself comfortable, that's it, pillow under your head. Now try, see if you can work out what I like best."

Bea loved eye contact. As I slipped a finger in she smiled. It was tight, but another finger fitted very snugly. I slipped them gently in and out.

"That's nice, very nice. You can do that to me all day. Whenever you can reach me, do it. But it doesn't bring me off. Try something else."

Another finger was too tight, so I tried just going faster, and really pumped in and out.

"Very, very good, but no cigar. You need to use your thumb."

"You're too tight, my thumb won't fit."

"Let me show you. Open your mouth!"

I did so, and Bea inserted two fingers, palm upwards. Then she used her thumb to rub my nose. She sort of pulled her fingers against the roof of my mouth, whilst pulling her thumb down my nose. It didn't do much for me, but when I tried it on Bea, it worked immediately. The effect on her was quite dramatic as she started writhing on my hand, and moaning gently. I carried in, pushing my fingers in and then drag-squeezing my fingers and thumb back out. She leaned in and kissed me hard. No tongues, but lips pressed firmly against lips, and more moaning into my mouth. A little longer and it was over.

"You're a fast learner! I had to kiss you then or I would have screamed the place down. I can't take too many of those or I end up as a pile of quivering jelly. But you might need to send me a message and it's a good way to communicate secretly with me."

My first thought was that it would be impossible to imagine anyone less jelly-like than Bea. There was barely an ounce of fat on her. But my second thought was about sending messages. What circumstances would need me to communicate like that?

"Now let's get back to your pleasure, that's me satisfied for a while. Comfortable? Good. Rest your hand on my ankle. I want you to tell me when you get close."

Bea made herself comfortable next to me, sitting sideways. With her right hand she played with my balls, with her left, she gently pumped me. I was very slippery with some baby oil which she just happened to have ready. The pleasure gradually built and built until I knew I wasn't far off.

"I'm close!"

She instantly stopped, and just let my cock rest in the palm of her left hand. The right hand stayed busy. After a little while:

"Ready for more?"

I nodded and Bea set off again, building me up towards climax. She was very gradual, very, very pleasurable and it was easy to lose track of time. She got a little quicker with it, and suddenly I.had to cry out again:

"Stop!"

Instantly her left hand was motionless. I was breathing heavily, I suppose anticipating my release, but once again it was to be postponed.

"Ready again?"

After applying some more oil, Bea started me up again, stroking firmly up and down, playing with the tip, back to the base, up and down some more. What would happen if I didn't say 'stop'? I really needed it now, I wanted it badly, why couldn't she just finish me? It was building up nicely for me, so, so good, I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out, but suddenly Bea stopped anyway!

"Did you think you could fool me?", she laughed.

"How did you know?"

"You made it completely obvious! For a dedicated cock worshipper like me, you gave me so many clues. I can read you like a book."

"Tell me."

"Your hand tensing on my ankle, your back arching, your balls tightening, your cock thickening and stiffening slightly, to say nothing of your eyes going funny and your silent scream."

"Oh, that obvious? Oh, I was trying hard not to give it away."

"I don't think anyone thinks straight when they're close to the special moment."

"Is this edging, then?"

"Uh huh, it's taking you close to the edge and then pulling back."

"How long does it last?"

"How long is a piece of string? I'm going to make it last as long as I can. And at the end, you'll have the best orgasm of your life, I hope. Are you enjoying it?"

"Yes, I'm loving it, it's amazing. But it's also really frustrating, I really want you to finish me, I want to grab it and finish it myself."

"You're thinking of taking matters in hand? That will never do, we'll have to prevent that. Do you think you can multi task? Could you pleasure me at the same time?"

"Sure, but I might have to stop when, you know..."

"I'll just take that as another clue", she smiled.

Bea adjusted her pose to 'classic recline'. That is to say, she was leaning on her right elbow, which was touching the bed between my slightly spread knees. This made it easy for her to carry on massaging my balls. And her left hand was free to pump me once more. But from where I was looking, that was not the most striking thing at all about her pose. Her right leg stretched out straight, past my ear it seemed. And her left! Oh my god, it was possibly the sexiest thing I've ever seen. She stretched up her left leg almost doing the splits. It exposed her perfect pussy to me; it was mesmerising. I had never had someone offer their body to me in such a beautiful, erotic way before.

"I'm not a museum piece, you know, you can touch me. Please do! You know what I like."

I walked my fingers up her leg, teased her a little before putting my digits just where she wanted them. It was a moment for gentle, mutual play, and I slipped gently in and out of her. She responded by playing gently with me; enough to pleasure me greatly but not too much to stop me making it mutual.

"I know that a long slow 69 is one of your favourites, isn't it?"

"Yes, but..."

"But what?"

"I've enjoyed a few of those before, but this is amazing!"

"It's amazing for me too, and I admit this isn't my first one of these."

"What do you like to call it? Mutual masturbation?"

"I suppose that's one name for it. I'm not sure I've got a name for it though, I just love looking you in the eye whilst I play with you, and you can't look at each other in a 69. And I love your fingers. Nice and fat, just like your cock. Now I'm going to edge you again, I want to see your 'almost there' face again."

She built me up almost to boiling point and dropped me again. She had me writhing around with exquisite measure, just as she'd promised. Then I remembered I was meant to be pleasuring her too and went back to two gentle fingers for a little while. Bea was an expert at this, knowing how to slowly build me up so that I thought this was going to be the time when age finally let me spurt. But every time she stopped at a point where the merest touch would have been too much. She had me begging now:

"I don't think I can take any more. Please can you finish me? Please?"

"James, I really thought you had more resistance, more self control than this. Are you actually begging me now?"

"Yes, I need it so much, my balls ache. I'm begging, yes, I admit it."

"Shame, I was about to introduce you to a friend of mine. She's just dying to meet you. If you could only wait a little longer...."

"Is she blonde?"

Bea nodded.

"Is she wearing a very short denim skirt?"

Bea nodded.

"Am I going to fall in love with her at first sight."

Bea just laughed at this.

"So having met Annabel (we all know how much you like her), me, Charlotte (she's pretty fit), and Emily (did she taste as good as she looked?), what did you think your other companion would be like? Ah, here she is. Or shall I send her away and finish you off?"

And yes of course, the new arrival was absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a short denim skirt with a tight black vest. Of the five of them she was probably the shortest, but still of medium height. Her breasts were definitely fuller than Bea's and stretched her black top appreciably. Her legs looked firm and muscular, like Charlotte's. To look at, she was a picture. Her sparkling eyes and huge enticing smile were framed by her sexy golden curls which bounced as she walked.

"Hi James, I'm Denise."

Shaking hands didn't seem appropriate - I was lying naked on my back, my stiff cock in Bea's hand, and two fingers inside her.

"What a scene!" Denise observed. "Can I help?"