His Beautiful Neighbour Ch. 10

When finally Carol tore free, it was with a brand new fire in her eyes that she looked at James.

"And now, the little slave girl's gonna dance a little for the birthday boy," she smiled, picked up the remote for the stereo and started the music. James was too occupied with the 'show' to notice Andrea's clear alarm over yet another change in their plan. The idea was that they would do a little dancing, getting James warmed up with some lesbian undertones before moving on to the main event. But it seemed Carol had her own plans.

The music had a fast beat, easy to dance to, and before she even knew it, Andrea's hips started moving to the rhythm.

"Oh yeah!" Carol cheered, "Shake that money-maker!"

In his chair, James started nodding with the rhythm, showing his appreciation of the show, as Andrea got more and more into it. It was an odd feeling, being put so on display, but also strangely liberating.

She closed her eyes, shaking her hips as she started to move around, trying to sink fully into the music. With every not-so-subtle jerk of her hips, with every step in her high heels, her little negligee rose up, flashing her purple panties that were quickly getting quite wet!

She turned around, showing them her tight little ass, shaking it fast for her audience. James couldn't keep his eyes off the kissing lips on her cheek, remembering when she'd gotten the sexy tattoo.

"Mmmm... like it?" Andrea moaned as she gave her own ass a little slap, "Want to see more of this?" Her hands grabbed and squeezed both cheeks, as she looked over her shoulder at James -- who nodded with all his might.

"Oh yeah!" he muttered in agreement, desperately wanting to see more... much more. Andrea had always liked to dance though she'd never quite done it in such a situation before. She was agile, had a good sense of rhythm -- and certainly wasn't shy! All in all that resulted in a rather captivating show.

Carol, slightly drunk and high on power couldn't get enough of the tantalizing, almost hypnotizing movements of the dancing ass in front of them either -- she was staring as hard as James! And when Andrea moved her hands from her tight little ass to her hair that she started playing with, Carol suddenly got a strange impulse and without any consideration, she acted on it.

Slap! The crop in her hand suddenly struck Andrea's ass, right on the right cheek!

"Ouch!" Andrea yelped as she jumped; the sudden stinging pain was certainly not a part of the plan for the evening's entertainment!

"Keep dancing, slut!" Carol exclaimed, utterly pleased with herself and the eager look on James's face. He liked it, so Andrea couldn't really complaint, could she? That's what they were here for, after all, pleasing James. And he looked very pleased.

Andrea saw that too and shooting a dark look at Carol, she began dancing again, though it was hard to keep the concentration. She turned around, still dancing, preferring to keep her eyes on James (and the crop-wielding Carol! They had bought that crop for show -- to give Carol a dominatrix look, not for her to actually use it! And why did the lingering pain on her ass feel so sexy? Damn it!), and her hands instinctively moved to what she knew James liked: her tits.

"Mmmm..." she moaned as she pinched her nipples through the thin negligee, "You want to play with these, don't you, Sir?" she used her nipples to lift up her lovely melons, "Want to bite my poor little nipples?"

James nodded rapidly, the tent in his pants quite prominent.

"Oh yeah, you want it," she winked and decided to cut the entertainment short. Most of their plans had been shot down by Carol's sudden need for control and dominance anyway.

Still moving to the music, she made her way to James's recliner and slid down to the floor before him. With fast, almost desperate movements, she got his zipper and button opened and freed his throbbing, proud cock.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed, as always happy to see him, "You liked my dance, Master?" She winked up at him and before he had time to answer -- or even think about answering -- she took the warm head of his cock in her mouth.

"God!" James groaned, things starting to happen very fast. Her tongue swirled around his sensitive head; her soft lips kissed his pride and joy, using her expertise to rush him towards the orgasm that had been building since he opened the door.

This was the way it was supposed to be -- in Andrea's mind -- just him and her. She on her knees, pleasing, and him in control, getting pleased. Oh yes, oh yes!! Her right hand found its way down between her legs, and her own orgasm, always right under the surface these days, started to build.

Only problem was, of course, it's damn hard to beg for permission to cum when one's mouth is full of cock. Andrea didn't even bother to try, not yet at least. Later, she was going to beg him, screaming, while he pounded her cunt with his big cock! Oh yes, oh God!

Shit, stop that! she commanded herself, as she realized how close she was to cumming -- without his consent!

Shaking her head, she got her mind back on the task at hand and sucked the hard, delightful cock.

Meanwhile, Carol was torn between annoyance and intense arousal. That clever little minx had sidetracked her, but oh God, it looked hot. That red mane of hair bobbing up and down, totally caught up in the sexy situation. Carol didn't miss the hand between Andrea's thighs as she knelt in front of her master and lover.

Jealousy, a raging desire to re-live the connection with James, a burning need to stay in control of the slutty redheaded slave all mixed together in the blonde and gave her the courage to take charge of the situation once again. In a few, quick steps she was behind the kneeling slave who was too occupied by the hard cock going in and out of her mouth to notice anything else.

Suddenly a sharp pain flashed through Andrea's skull and a hard, uncompromising tug on her hair sent her reeling backwards, landing her on the floor from where she saw Carol quickly kneel down and take her place (after a short battle with her restrictive corset that didn't exactly make getting down to her knees easy...)! James's cock was not out in the cold for long before a new pair of hungry lips closed around it, eager to please him.

"Ah...!" he groaned, as Carol sucked his long cock as far down her throat as she could bear, massaging the sensitive head with her lips, tongue and throat-muscles as best she could.

Two incredibly sexy women were actually fighting to please him! Could any guy want more? In James's position, he couldn't imagine so, and it became very difficult to hold the impending orgasm back.

"Glurk! Glagh!" her throat gargled as she forced it to take the fat dick, again and again, a sound James still found unbelievably erotic. To his ear, it was the sound of submission, of a woman trying her best to please him, even fighting her own body to do so.

From her vantage point on the floor, Andrea stared at the couple and strange emotions fought in her. They were about the same age and looked good together, arousingly so. Jealousy and a dark anger arose in her chest, but at the same time a submissive joy spread in her. Right now, James wanted Carol, and she was happy to give her to him. She'd do whatever needed to ensure his happiness.

She'd get back at that cow later...

For now, it was important to make sure James continued to enjoy his birthday. He wasn't stupid and had probably figured that their little fight wasn't a part of any plan. She got up and went behind James's recliner, her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging him.

"Enjoying your little slut?" she whispered in his ear, sending a dark look down at the happily sucking face of Carol.

"Uh-huh!" James agreed, fighting the rising orgasm. He placed his hands on the blonde head, seizing control of the blowjob. Carol was happy to yield to him -- as sexy as it was to dominate and control Andrea, it was still sexier to submit to James and let him run the show.

The signs were clear to Andrea; she'd seen them often enough... James was about to cum.

"You gonna cum in her mouth, Master? Fuck her throat and send your warm, sexy sperm down her throat, making her drink it all?" she wondered, just loud enough for the both of them to hear.

"Uh-huh!" James agreed again, hardly able to do anything but agree at this point.

"No..." she objected in her low, sultry voice, "no, I think you want to cum on those huge porn star tits. Imagine, those enormous white globes, covered in your seed... sounds good, eh?"

"Oh, yes!" James agreed, and pulled Carol's head off his cock. She got the message, and started jerking on the hard, eager cock, aiming it at her corset-enhanced bust.

"Yessss!" Andrea muttered, "cover those babies with your jizz! Spray it on them; mark them as your territory. That little slut and her huge knockers are yours! Prove it!" She did her best to edge him on, and her desire to see Carol used like this overrode anything else.

"Fuck! Fuck!" James finally exclaimed and large white strays of cum stood out of his hard cock, landing on the huge twins so nicely presented for him.

"Ah! Ah...!" Carol moaned excitedly as pride and arousal mixed with a little disgust. Sperm was not exactly something that turned her on, but still... being used like this -- getting her breasts marked as her lover's territory was quite the turn-on.

"Yes! Yes!" Andrea grinned, correctly reading Carol's mixed feelings at getting her tits painted by her master's cum. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"Mmmm... You want to see your slave lick those tits clean of your cum, Sir?" she asked when he'd fired all his juice. When he gave a grunting nod, she knelt down next to the surprised blonde who was still jerking fruitlessly on the spent cock in her hand. Long lines of sticky cum decorated her tits, proudly displayed for their lover's pleasure, and she seemed a little at loss as to what was to happen now. Andrea didn't really want to lick her breasts clean, did she?

The mature slave girl leaned in to Carol and let her tongue playfully lick across her impressive bust, catching a strain of pearly white cum as it did so. Carol looked down at her, disgust, awe and arousal clear on her face as Andrea swallowed the salty sperm with a little pleasurable hum.

"So good," she muttered, seemingly more to herself though it had quite the effect on both James and Carol. The softening cock gave a jerk of appreciation, simply loving the nasty, submissive semi-lesbian action in front of it. Carol felt something along the same lines, only with disgust and envy mixed in.

Andrea was so cool, so in control of herself, even when she humiliated herself like this.

The tongue came out again and scooped up a large glob of cum but instead of swallowing it, Andrea played with it in her mouth. She turned around and gave James a nasty little show. She blew little bobbles with it, let it slide out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin, only to suck it back in with a joyful, little hum.

"Kiss Carol," James told her with shining eyes, wanting to get both his sluts in on the action. Andrea gave him a wicked grin, having hoped he'd say that and turned back to the blonde teenager who was looking at her with desire and disgust.

Taking the stunned blonde's face in her hands, Andrea placed a very careful kiss on her red lips. When Carol didn't respond -- the shocked teen was torn between embracing this slutty, submissive side of herself and thus be more like Andrea and simply being repulsed by such a revolting act -- Andrea pressed her sperm-coated tongue in between Carol's lips, determined to share the delightful fruits of James's balls. Then she sent the mix of spit and cum into Carol's mouth, refusing to break the kiss before she'd done as James ordered.

When she finally pulled back both she and her master excitedly studied the face of their blonde playmate who seemed even more conflicted now when James's cum was actually in her mouth. Her pussy was drenched, flooding with submissive juices, but at the same time the salty taste caused her to wrinkle her nose in displeasure.

"I'm not sure she likes it, Master," Andrea giggled at her and shared a smile with James, reminding him wordlessly that she liked his cum, that she was the smuttiest, nastiest, horniest woman in his life.

"Oh well," James shrugged, a bit disappointed, but it seemed to matter more to the girls than to him. It certainly mattered to Carol, who had decided not to be outdone by Andrea tonight! With determination written on her face, she ran her finger across her tits, scooping up a massive glob of cum and, suppressing her repulsion she held it to her mouth and sucked it clean, staring challengingly up at Andrea.

"Mmmm... It's certainly an acquired taste," she smiled smugly, enjoying the annoyed look on Andrea's face. James laughed and applauded her silently, while she scooped up more cum and held it out to Andrea, who licked it off her finger, annoyance and pleasure mixed on her face.

"Wow..." James sighed, the catty women in front of him were a sight beyond belief. Slowly, his cock was starting to harden again, eager for round two with his delicious sluts.

"Hmm..." Carol muttered when her tits were about clean of cum, "we're gonna need more. We'll have to get him back to life." She crawled back to James and unceremonially took his flaccid cock in her mouth, doing her best to give him back his hardness.

"Ah, yeah..." James smiled to her, and she winked up at him, glad to see and hear his clear pleasure. His hand grabbed a hold of the bun of blonde hair atop of her head and used it to guide the blowjob -- speed it up, in other words, 'cause that's how James liked getting his cock sucked... hard and fast.

It didn't take long before Carol was joined by Andrea, but she wasn't willing to give up the control, so she kept the slowly growing cock for herself. The older woman gave the blonde a scolding look, but figured there was more than one way to please a man.

Drying the last remnants of cum from around her mouth off on the backside of her hand, she crawled up to his face and placed a long, loving kiss on his lips. James eagerly responded, sticking his tongue into her mouth to play around with hers, while his hand snuck around her waist and found her near-naked ass to play with.

A sexy woman blowing him, another sexy woman kissing him while he himself felt one up and controlled the blowjob. Life was good, and it certainly wasn't long before Carol had trouble fitting all of his hard cock in her mouth.

"Glark! Kllaaak!" she moaned as she tried -- and failed -- to deep throat the large dick, but she didn't give up! She'd seen how much James enjoyed it when Andrea slid the entire length down her throat (though she'd also gleefully noticed that it wasn't exactly easy for the redheaded woman), and she wanted to give him that pleasure!

Of course that determination in itself was enough to please their young master. It was incredibly erotic to him that a woman, hot and sexy as she was, was willing to go through that trouble to please him.

"Oooh," Andrea sighed as she saw the rock hard cock disappear halfway in-between Carol's red lips, "it seems he's ready to play again." She reached down and grabbed a hold of the oddly soft skin covering his hard pride and started rubbing it in rhythm with Carol's head going up and down over it.

"Ah..." James sighed as the pleasure increased, one's good but two's terrific!

"Now, what would the birthday boy like to do now?" Andrea wondered loudly as she lovingly squeezed his iron hard cock while Carol continued to gag on it.

"Yesssssss..." James groaned, not really in a state of mind to throw around suggestions. Andrea smiled at him but as she wanted to get on with the show, she snuggled up closer to him, closer to his ear.

"Perhaps you'd like to celebrate your twentieth birthday by fucking a pair of willing sluts?" she whispered to him and batted her eyes invitingly when he turned to look at her.

Carol didn't hear what Andrea said -- she was too caught up in her own world of serving her lover -- but she certainly felt his hard cock twitch in her mouth. He seemed to like whatever the old hussy was whispering to him.

"Maybe we should go upstairs?" Andrea asked him, James smiling confidently as he groped her ass, and he nodded eagerly. Upstairs had a bed, and beds were just more comfortable.

James followed his two ladies upstairs, carefully studying the view presented him as they strutted up the stairs in their heels. Oh, how he loved a woman's ass and legs in high heels!

Andrea's tanned ass was small, tan, tight and inviting and decorated with the hot SWAK tattoo. Her purple baby-doll didn't even try to hide it and he didn't even know why she'd bothered with the tiny thong; maybe to frame her cheeks?

Carol's was opposite in almost every way, plump, fair-skinned and oh, so squeezable; perfect for a good spanking! It was almost completely hidden beneath her leather skirt, and James had yet to see her underwear -- if indeed she was wearing any.

Almost as if she were reading his mind, Carol looked over her shoulder, and she couldn't help but notice James staring intensely at her ass with a hungry look in his eyes. Smiling self-consciously, she reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt up a bit, showing him more of what he wanted to see. When his lips formed a pleased, eager smile at the sight of her round, tempting ass, she let go of the skirt, giggling a bit nervously as she blushed, but walked on with a greater sense of confidence. It felt good to be appreciated! He didn't seem to think it was too big!

When they arrived in her bedroom, Andrea wasted no time getting her panties off. A beautiful wrapping may help make the package look more inviting, but at some point it just gets in the way!

"Easier access," she smiled at James when her thong was on the floor and she stepped out of them. She crawled up in the bed, stopped on all fours with her ass pointed at James. Carol didn't want to be outdone, so her panties were on their way off too, and soon the bedroom floor was littered with two pairs of tiny little panties -- each with a very damp spot at the crotch.

Carol crawled up next to Andrea, so James now had two naked asses to look at; well, almost naked. Carol's skirt still hid a bit of hers.

"How do you want us, Master?" Andrea asked with a teasing smile while she looked up at him and shook her butt a little. James didn't answer, just stepped up behind Andrea, grabbed her around her hips and pulled her back a bit, so she was closer to the edge of the bed. Still without a word, he pushed his rock hard cock (that he hadn't bothered to tuck back into his pants; what was the point?) into her warm, wet pussy that eagerly welcomed him.

"Ahh..." James groaned as he easily slid into her well-known pussy, almost feeling as though he was coming home... a sentiment Andrea would happily agree to; this was where he belonged!

"Oh fuck, yes!" she cried, "oh God, it's been sooo long! God, I need this!" She hadn't been with James since Sunday, and she wasn't allowed to cum on her own. For a submissive woman, constantly reminded that she is owned by her lover by having to wear slut-lingerie and a collar, three days without orgasm is a test of character indeed!

"Oh, please, Master, it's so gooood!" she moaned as he quickly built up a fast pace, hammering into her willing fuck hole while enjoying her cries of passion. She couldn't help but cast a fast look at Carol who certainly didn't seem too pleased by being kept out of the fun. Ah, even better...

Smack! The tight, tempting ass got a hard slap as he continued to ride her, which definitely didn't slow her down!