Unwanted Heat

A thrill coursed through my nerves and my cock awakened as I followed her to another room. It was an elegant bedroom complete with a sauna bath and a variety of sex toys I had never seen in my entire life. There was a horse-like contraption that I assumed women used to masturbate. There were dildos of different sizes, colors, and materials. There were dildos with clitoral stimulators too.

I stood at the doorway unable to assimilate everything into my mind. My penis was standing at attention and I felt the embers of lust glow inside my groin. I wanted to run to her, embrace her sexy back and fuck her to kingdom come.

“He’s here,’ Katy announced to a person inside the room.

“Oh,” my eyes scanned the room and rested on the woman I had accidentally bumped into yesterday.

“He’s hot,” she warbled, “you’ve chosen wisely.” “Come, Mr. Anthis. May I call you Al?” she queried.

“Ummm . . . sure,” I stammered, my pulses racing.

“Sophie, this is Alden Anthis, our new tax accountant. Al, this is Sophia Jameson. She’s the Assistant CEO. She takes over when I’m not around.”

Sophia had bigger tits and buttocks than Katy, and she seemed friendlier.

She smiled a lot and winked at me whenever I stole a glance at her.

“Good evening, ma’am,” I acknowledged her with a forced smile. I sensed my penis eager for what these two gorgeous ladies had in store for me.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Sophie would want a massage too,” Katy hauled me to the king-sized bed where Sophie had lain sprawled in her towel.

Her skin glowed in the dim light and her tempting curves peaked through the pink towel around her body.

I gingerly held one of her legs in my hands and started massaging it.

Katy covered my hand with hers and once more guided my fingers in doing the circular kneading massage on Sophie’s calves. Sophie was sighing blithely, enjoying the relaxing feeling. All my nerve endings were triggered and I salivated as my hands reached her thighs and felt the heat of her pussy under the towel. She wasn’t wearing anything. My cock contracted and my hands trembled.

Katy was embracing me from behind my back and I sensed her melon-like tits pressing against my body. I was certain now that my overtime job was to pleasure these two horny women.

“You ought to learn various jobs if you want to work for us permanently,” Katy whispered in my ear. “Hmm?”

I nodded, unable to utter a word. My body was aching all over, wanting to fuck them.

Sophie flung the towel and said urgently, “Al, massage my body too.” I almost went berserk with madness when I saw her perfect nude body.

Her ripe breasts were waiting to be fondled and the slit between her legs was enticing me, its folds pinkish and inviting.

Katy was still guiding my hand with her own, directing it towards Sophie’s flat abdomen. “Here, massage the muscles and then go upwards.”

The touch of her silky stomach brought a convulsion through my body. “Concentrate, until you’re done. Don’t touch this,” she purposely patted Sophie’s pussy.

My mouth was parched and my chest constricted. I was having difficulty breathing. I wanted to bury my head in her abs and smell the musky odor of her pussy. But Katy urged me to move to her breasts. My eager hands grabbed each one and almost crushed them in my haste.

“Be gentle. The breasts’ pain receptors are ultra-sensitive,” she lectured. “Some men don’t know that our tits should be treated like fragile objects. Too much pressure is not pleasurable.”

She released my hand and rummaged in the drawer. She held a feather in her hand and when she came back. She ran the feather lightly on my arms. “This

is how you should massage her breasts light and feathery.”

I imitated the caressing action of the feather on my skin and massaged her breasts lightly, stroking them gently. Her nipples grew taut under my persistent massaging. They seemed to beg to be kissed and sucked. I was unable to resist as I stooped down to take them into my mouth, alternately. Sophie moaned in elation as I nibbled, sucked, and caressed that area. By then my dick had grown to enormous proportions, it was painfully seeking release from its bondage.

“You’ll have to know how to do foreplay properly,” Katy was saying, but I was lost in the pleasure of Sophie’s delicious tits. My initial shyness was now disappearing rapidly, I wanted to strip naked and romp with them in my birthday suit.

Katy was now kissing Sophie, their hungry lips fighting for dominance, their tongues crazily lapping each other’s lips. “And this is how . . . you kiss . . . passionately,” Katy said in between kisses, she was completely naked as well.

I went mad with lust watching them French kiss, and I attempted to undress myself but Katy shouted, “NO! Don’t you dare? Learn first.”

“Here, kiss her,” Katy ordered me.

I held on to Sophie’s tits as I crept upwards her mouth and slobbered her like a bitch in heat. I sucked her lower lips, her tongue, and her upper lips as my fingers continued to fondle her nipples and massage her tits. I was on top of her and I pressed the bulge in my groin hard against hers, wanting her to beg me to fuck her. But she didn’t. Neither of them touched my body and I was frustrated and eager to be touched. Only my lips stayed glued to Sophie’s lips basking in

the sweetness of her torrid kiss.

Then I was pushed aside by Katy. “Watch closely and learn,” she hissed, “this is how you do cunnilingus.”