Story so far:
Mac Lewis has been fucked over too long by his calculating sexy bitch of a wife Miranda. On realising that their intimate pre-divorce dinner has been a ruse for Miranda to have his house burgled, he rushes to catch the thieves in the act. But these are no regular burglars. Lysette and Imogen are two of Miranda's hottest employees, and now Mac has them on CCTV and at his mercy. Only nice-guy Mac's mercy is all used up. And the pretty thieves have a choice - arrest and possible prison time, or get busy giving Mac exactly what he craves. Time to get this party started...
The girls glanced at each other, Scarlet evaluating the situation, while Blondie just looked bewildered. It was a no-brainer as to who would act first on his orders. Before Mac's gratified stare, Lysette kicked into full stripping action.
Once she'd begun, she didn't miss a beat. She dragged the black top over her head and cast it away as her red hair cascaded once more. A black brassiere cupped the breasts of her lissom athlete's body, but not for long -- she unclasped it and brushed it free, revealing pert tits the same shade of cream as the rest of her. In a heartbeat she kicked off the pumps from her feet, slid her leggings and panties down her slender thighs, then stepped out of them without modesty, treating Mac to flashes of her gym-trained ass and red pubic strip. She was literally butt-naked in seconds, before his outgoing call connected. When Paul Raymond -- his business associate -- answered, it almost took him by surprise.
"Mac -- how's it going? Still good for the morning?"
Scarlet was dropping to her knees before him and unfastening his trousers' bulging crotch, while her associate looked on in open-mouthed amazement. "Hang on, Paul," he said huskily, "with you in a moment..." Without hesitation Lysette-girl relieved him of any restrictive clothing and his cock sprang free, standing like a great tower of fury before her startled face. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. He'd never stooped to bragging about the size of his cock, but he sure as hell enjoyed the ripple in Scarlet's composure before she opened her mouth wide, got her crimson lips around his head and started sucking.
That's it, girl.
She knew what was at stake and worked him properly from the start, head bobbing up and down on the end of his shaft with vigour and her tongue swathing him, both palms laying hold of his hips. Her cheeks turned concave, putting the 'suck' into succulent. The whole picture of bouncing red hair and gobbling mouth was beyond beautiful and made better by Blondie's gaping astonishment. Perversely the sight of the sweet girl's voyeurism also caused his conscience to flicker -- the conscience he'd thought had been dismissed. Was it too much to make the girl watch her comrade suck on his fury-swollen fuck-stick? Screw it -- conscience had got him precisely fucking nowhere in his life. It had led him to an evening where his bitch-wife ransacked his domain, via her two opportunistic followers.
You watch, girlie. Watch and fucking take notes.
Then he saw the sneer in Lysette's face as her lips slid up and down on his bulging velvety pole. The red hair and the attitude reminded him too much of a Miranda French pity-suck, when his wife had deemed him worthy. How many nights had he respectfully worshipped that woman's cunt, only to be taken out of the game with a tap on the shoulder?
Well, fuck you, Miranda, and your two thieving cohorts. Yes, I'd like to fuck you all, but two out of three ain't bad...
If there had been a shred of the nice guy left, Lysette erased it by peering up at him with that Miranda-like steely glare. Incensed, he grabbed her tight-permed glossy locks and shoved her far down onto him, so that his shaft opened up her throat and the head of his cock planted itself deep. He held her there gagging for a moment, gripping hard and glaring into her eyes with a 'learn-your-place' stare. Then he pulled her off and let her pant and gulp before him, spit oozing from her lips. When she recommenced sucking, it was with no less commitment, but rather more sense of duty.
"You there, Mac?"
"Yes," he told his neglected friend hoarsely, not taking his eyes off slurping Miss Scarlet. "Sorry -- we're going to make our business breakfast a lunch, if you can manage that. I'll be paying. There's a situation here that's going to take a while to sort out and I might be a bit ragged by morning."
"Sure, not a problem. Everything okay, mate?"
"It wasn't, but it's all getting better by the minute," he said, revelling in the steady rhythm of that wet mouth on his rigid length. "Remember telling me how hot all the girls are who work for my fucking bitch wife? You recall pointing out a certain hot redhead while you were scrolling through her bloody Facebook?"
"Yes..." Paul's response was of a man not used to his friend speaking in such terms.
"Well that exact same redhead is naked on her knees, sucking my cock right now."
There was a pause. "Bullshit."
Mac chuckled. "No bullshit, mate. Scarlet, introduce yourself to my friend Paul, and then tell him what you're doing." He held the phone down to the girl, easing her off him. The pissed-off scowl she shot him was so much more gratifying than her former defiance.
"Hi Paul," she said, her gaze steady on Mac. She had to gulp down saliva to go on. "My name's Lysette and right now I'm sucking your friend Mac's cock." He raised his eyebrows to demand that she elaborate a little and she glared at him, mustering the words. "I'm... I'm sucking his huge throbbing cock like a good bitch." Her face inquired resentfully if she'd done enough. Mac thrust his cock back into her mouth and, while she sucked hard, made sure Paul got some seriously wet slurping audio.
"Fucking hell," his friend said with a whole new respect, when they resumed the conversation. "You dirty bastard. Nice going."
"And once she's done going down on me," Mac said with gaze still fixed on his guzzling cock-slave, "I'm going to fuck this 'good bitch' senseless."
And her friend.
"Christ -- what's happened to you, man? Look, tell me about it over lunch. You've clearly got one fucking great night ahead, so get on with it. And give her one from me too, you lucky bastard."
"Oh I will, mate. Trust me on that."
He ended the call and considered briefly that he might have invited Paul to the developing party. But no -- this wasn't a night for sharing, or he might have put both girls on the phone. It was one for sheer greedy indulgence. "Keep going, keep working that cock," he told Scarlet, unbuttoning his shirt. Blondie, he noticed to his satisfaction, was still fixating on the scene. The girl was positively stupefied, as he undressed.
There was a very specific pleasure in stripping off before these two. Despite -- maybe due to -- all the divorce-related stress, he had worked out at the gym to the point of exhaustion, his one financial luxury. He knew his body was in great shape as he threw the shirt away -- it was not mere vanity to consider himself a Tarzan-like specimen of masculinity. Now, months of accumulated fatigue had evaporated as the night's events progressed. He felt energized and powerful, the likes of which he could scarcely remember.
This was his night, his time. Mackenzie Lewis was coming into his own, and these thieving bitches were going to know it. They were in for one hell of a night,
both of them
. His gaze settled on the blonde. She was still spectating avidly, but despite her shock it seemed that her trepidation had ebbed. Her look was one of a girl intrigued, as if her scarlet friend was saving the day for the both of them, allowing her to take a more forensic interest. Mac took delight in shattering the silly young woman's illusions.
"Hey Blondie, don't get too relaxed. You think your friend here is going to do all the work? Your turn's next and I'm going to put that mouth of yours to good use, trust me. Now get like Scarlet." Imogen stared at him, her eyes wide circles and her mouth agape. "What are you waiting for? If you want out of your current fucking mess, you're on my time and you'll damn well do as you're told. Don't just sit there fucking staring, girl, while your friend does all the dick-sucking. Come on, you big-titted bimbo, take your fucking clothes off!"
"Imogen, take them off," Scarlet literally spat, taking a moment out from Mac's cock to speak, before filling her mouth with him again. The irritation at her useless friend was comical.
Blondie finally stirred into action. She rose from the bed with a melancholy expression on her pretty face and peeled her top upwards and away, glossy hair splashing back down around her shoulders. The reveal, as she pulled the garment away from herself, was of a body almost as toned as Scarlet's, but graced with substantially bigger breasts; her half-cup brassiere provided a pink lacy setting at odds with her attempted burglar persona. For a man already having his dick serviced by a hot nude Scarlet, it induced a state of sheer granite excitement.
Fuck. Oh God, yes.
"That's it, take it all off. Every stitch. I want you naked as the day you were fucking born. You're going to show me everything you've got, girl." Next she kicked off her pumps and removed her leggings, so that he could fully appreciate the swell of her ass and her long, sculpted legs. Looking down with a sorrowful pout, the pretty blonde girl in a pink lacy bra and French-cut panties stood before him, like she'd walked straight out of his fantasies. The whole scenario might have become overwhelming, but he steeled his determination until it was as hard as his cock, and kept his focus.
"Now lose the bra," he told her. "Get those beautiful tits out." Blondie reached behind and fumbled with the clasp of her brassiere. He caught a different kind of look in Scarlet's eyes as she sucked now, one that betrayed her enjoyment at the developing circumstance. Damn -- the little bitch wanted to see her busty pal humbled like she'd been. This situation kept getting better. The bra finally released from the spectacular bosom it cradled and the girl let it tumble, her palms lingering self-consciously around her breasts.
Christ.
They were fucking enormous, with nipples almost as candy-pink as her lingerie. The girl was a fucking sex-cartoon. Was it possible he was swelling even harder inside Scarlet's sweet mouth?
