Timing Is Everything
By J.V. Altharas
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“Then I’ll ask again,” said Katrina, “what if I don’t want to let you free, and I don’t want to leave? What if I want to see what you taste like?”
The bluntness of the question left Tasha a bit stunned. Katrina had been talking for days about how much she needed to get laid, and how much she was looking forward to a weekend with a guy that she referred to as the ‘Energizer Bunny.’ Tasha could see from the playful look on her face that her roommate was dead serious; and admitted to herself that with the option right here in front of her, she was tempted.
Tasha had come into this evening wanting to feel dominated by Marcus, and maybe that had just put her in a compliant frame of mind. She knew that if she thought about it for very long, the insecurity of being in a new relationship would talk her out of sharing him with anyone.
Katrina, still waiting for a response, decided to take matters into her own hands. She got up on the bed behind Tasha and said, “I’ll tell you what; I’ll work on warming you up for your man, and if I do something you don’t like just tell me to stop.” The warm breeze of Katrina’s breath on her thighs sent a shiver down her spine.
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Tasha could do ‘silence.’ She’d planned to go along with whatever happened this weekend. She wasn’t sure how Marcus would react, though. She knew that threesomes were ‘business as usual’ for him, but they weren’t for her, and he was patient enough not to have pressed the topic. At the moment she was technically cheating on him, and she didn’t want him thinking that this was what she’d planned.
Tasha couldn’t resist saying, “You know, if Marcus catches you playing with me without his permission, you’re probably going to get a lot more than a taste.”
Katrina’s hands glided gently up Tasha’s thighs; then slowly up her back. The sensation of her nails was electrifying, a sensation Tasha hadn’t felt in a long time. Katrina leaned in close and said, “I’m counting on it.” Tasha squirmed, feeling herself starting to get wet. Katrina’s nails dragged down her back, not quite hard enough to scratch. Tasha was unable to stifle a satisfied moan as she felt her thong pulled to the side. |
Crouching behind her handcuffed roommate, Katrina leaned in for the
taste she had been waiting weeks for. |
Crouching behind her handcuffed roommate, Katrina leaned in for the taste she had been waiting weeks for. Seemingly out of nowhere, a man’s voice said, “Interesting.”
Tasha, lost in the moment, nearly jumped out of her skin. She said, “Marcus, this isn’t what it looks like.”
Marcus dropped the duffel bag he had brought in with him, leaning against the door jamb. With a sardonic smile he said, “That’s tragic. It was starting to look like I’d won the lottery.” Tasha wondered why she had even thought this would phase him. His casual manner was more proof that he’d been honest about his rather diverse sexual experience. While that aspect of him intimidated her she also found it intriguing.
Marcus winked and said, “I’m not angry, babe, but someone better start telling me a story.” He looked to Katrina, who was grinning at him, and said, “I didn’t tell you to stop.” With a gleam in her eye, Katrina needed no more encouragement. She’d never met a man that would turn down a threesome, and didn’t expect much trouble out of him.
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Marcus knelt in front of Tasha as she struggled with the cuffs, saying, “Tell me a story, baby; what’s going on here?” Tasha squealed as Katrina’s tongue parted her labia, fighting to concentrate as she explained her planned surprise. He took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes, saying, “You are truly an amazing creature, baby. No wonder I can’t resist you.” He smiled as her cheeks flushed.
Marcus kissed Tasha softly and said, “While I’m sure the three of us could have one hell of a couple days, it really is okay if you don’t want to do this. We can send her on her way and have exactly the weekend I was planning for us. There are a lot of conversations we’ve never had about group play, and this may be rushing things. If you have any hesitation at all, we can wait.”
This was one of the reasons Tasha was falling so hard for him, so quickly. No matter what was going on, he always seemed to put her happiness and comfort first. Whenever she was with him she felt safe, and protected; no matter what twisted things he did to her. She had no idea if she was ready for this or not. Still laying there cuffed to her footboard, Katrina’s tongue driving her wild, Tasha decided to jump off the cliff. With a sly smile, she said, “I wouldn’t have cuffed myself to the bed if I didn’t trust you.”
After giving Tasha another soft kiss, and taking a moment to toy with the nipples peeking out of her bodice, Marcus walked to the side of the bed. Katrina was lying on her side with her face buried in Tasha’s pussy, thrilled at the thought that she’d be getting laid this weekend after all. Marcus took a handful of her hair and gently, but firmly, pulled her away from Tasha and into a standing position next to the bed.
With a serious tone, Marcus said, “Would you like to spend the weekend as our plaything, Katrina?”
Flashing a grin, Katrina asked, “That depends, will I get a spanking?”
“Only if you’re a good girl,” he replied smoothly.
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