Red-Handed Ch. 05

(The story so far: Mac Lewis's punishing of the two girls who broke into his house on instruction from his estranged wife Miranda has reached incendiary levels. Following her opportunity to act as his partner in fucking Imogen, Lysette has been put firmly back in her place. Now both girls have been ordered to the shower, where one final crazed sexual adventure awaits them.)

Steam and spray were well in evidence when he entered the washroom. The facilities were meagre in size, but at least the shower cubicle was substantial, with jets powerful enough to whip up some serious heat. The two girls inside were shrouded in wet mist, their curves -- slender and full respectively -- a sexy suggestion through the clouded glass. His heart glad, he yanked open the door and brought his hard dick to the party.

"Hi girls. Missed me?" The steam enclosed them all, water exploding off his body along with those of his two playthings. He wondered what words, if any, had passed between them in his absence. Both were adequately soaped -- Lysette's graceful contours with a nylon shower rose and Imogen's robustly feminine figure with a sponge. Both were wary, of each other and of him. Their gazes darted through the haze over his hard body and the cock which had fucked them both.

Mac gave a warm, open-handed gesture. "Look at you two gorgeous naked beauties. Beautiful shower babies, doing as they're told. One thing..." He picked the rose and the sponge from their hands and set them on the floor. Then he lifted the gel bottle from where one of them had set it and squirted copious apple-green gel -- first on Lysette's tits, then on those of Imogen. "I expected you to soap each other. Wasn't I clear on that? I must be getting sloppy in my instructions." They glanced at him and then took in the sight of each other with mutual distrust. "Well," he said, an edge of threat undercutting his amiable tone, "get on with it."

Lysette moved into action first, as he might have predicted, wrapping her hands around Imogen's globed beauties and giving the rack a good soapy fondling. Her palms glided in broad circles, the shower-sodden blonde aching visibly under her companion's touch. "Pay it back," Mac told Imogen, and this time there was little hesitation in the luckless girl's response. She reached and enveloped Lysette's trim mounds, hands flexing and compressing, squeezing while she was squeezed in return. Mac absorbed the lovely vision for a moment, before squirting great palmfuls of gel and spreading them liberally over the girls' stomachs and thighs. "That's it, get close. Lather each other. Come on, Blondie, the time for shyness is way past. Show me what you know I want to see."

Imogen's gaze caught his -- she looked petulant now that her arousal had been demonstrated to such an extreme degree. Her hands slithered all the way down Lysette's body, past the hourglass of her waist and swell of her hips, to spread soap over those taut ass-cheeks. This is what you want to see, yes? The sentiment was there in her face, a resentful seeking of approval from the man who had made her cheat so extravagantly. She'd had to fuck him, but the drenching of his cock and balls in girl-juice had been nothing to do with necessity. Her grasping and moulding of Lysette's slick buttocks was likewise done out of more than requirement.

"See? You want to please me. You can't help it, naughty girl."

She stared at him, eyes full of forlorn excitement at her ongoing adventure. Her hands squeezed harder, kneading the base of Lysette's ass, massaging deep into the tissue of those springy cheeks. Lysette in turn plunged her hands down Imogen's waist to glide around her full cheeks and grab, her slender fingers digging into generous bum-flesh. Mac palmed his cock with a gel-covered hand in appreciation of the show.

"Even Scarlet is loving it, though it'd kill her tell me as much." The redhead's scowl, as she focused on soaping her partner's butt, confirmed the truth of his words. "But we both know you're into it -- right, Imogen? You can't disguise how much you're getting off on this. Boyfriend or no boyfriend."

Anger flashed across Imogen's face, but she responded by sliding one hand to Lysette's stomach and diving her fingers between the girl's thighs, making her start. The redhead's breathing grew shallow, her eyes filling with murderous lust, as her treacherous friend rubbed her clitoris hard. Imogen stared at Mac while she frigged, her eyebrows raised to inquire if he was impressed. Happy now? Are you? The spirited flash from the submissive blonde was as hot as it was unexpected. Her body jolted, however, as Lysette's had done, when the other girl's fingers dived and jabbed into her wetness, trying to out-frig her. Then each girl was fixated on the other, meanness in her face, as she finger-fucked her rival's cunt.

"Yeah, you fucking love it," Lysette spat, her wrist working like fury. "Don't try to deny it."

"I don't. There, I don't. Fuck..." Imogen's voice shuddering with emotion as her fingers spun on wet clit. "But you love it too. He's your fucking dream man. This is the best fucking night of your life."

"Bitch."

"Takes a bitch to know a bitch."

"Fuck... Is that the best you've got?"

"Fucking slut. That better?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth, squirting Barbie."

"Damn you! You fucking beat my ass."

"You deserved every fucking slap. I'd do it again -- and you'd fucking love that too. You came hard enough."

"God! You are a bitch!"

"Yeah, and you were my bitch. Still are."

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you too!"

Mac laughed, the sound disconcerting them enough to shut both up, but not halting their frig-fest. "Come on, girls," he said, revelling in the added entertainment of their masturbatory spat, "kiss and get it done with. We both know you want to."

The girls glared at each other, hands stalling on cunts, both breathing hard. Lysette moved on Imogen first, gripping her by the strands of her sodden hair and pulling her into a fierce clinch. The blonde girl responded instantly, clapping both hands to her friend's shower-soaked flesh and locking her mouth hard. Mac moved in on them, cock swaying high, as the two soapy bitches kissed open-mouthed, nails digging into flesh or tugging at hair, tits squishing and sliding. He teased fingers down both their spines, scrutinising close up as Lysette captured Imogen's plump lower lip between her teeth and bit. The blonde clutched hard into red hair and twisted, until she was released.

"Bitch!"

"Whore!"

Then they locked in again, like each was trying to consume the other. This bout was longer, fuller, hotter -- hands still clutching but slithering too, to explore foam-covered body surfaces. Mac got in close and caressed the asses he had formerly spanked, watching as his two hostages-to-fortune sucked face. Their tongues were visibly tangling in between sessions of tight lip-lock, anger and vengeance tempered by a growing enjoyment. When he slid his hands up to grip their hair and pull them apart, they were breathless and unsatisfied, like something had been interrupted too early.

"Damn, you're starting to make me left out," he said, as they stared at him with a uniting confusion. "Getting into that just a little too much." He reached down with both hands and slipped fingers into their pussies, making them gasp together. "You want to come?"

"Yes," Lysette breathed, her voice hoarse.

"Uh-huh." Imogen was weak with desire.

He put their backs both up against the shower wall and thrust two fingers apiece into wet sucking cunts, while they stretched down fingers instinctively to play with their clits. "Look at you two bitches now," he said, as his fingers flexed and withdrew inside their pussies, fucking them over and over. They were stretched tight against the tiles, both pairs of eyes screwed shut as they worked themselves. Exulting in his own mastery, Mac dropped to his knees and squirmed his tongue beneath Lysette's red thatch, the fingers of his other hand still plundering Imogen. He licked one girl out, savouring her nectar, while still enjoying the clutch of the other's channel.

Lysette came hard and fast, her groin bucking against his face and her hands gripping his hair, as she flooded his mouth with hot tangy essence. She was still dripping from his chin and trickling to the back of his throat, when he moved to Imogen and commenced eating out her plump pussy. The girl groaned like she was insane, as he clasped her ass cheeks and thrust his tongue. When she climaxed, the juice threatened to drown him. It jetted to the back of his throat and all over his face, so that when he rose from her drenched cunt, he was masked with her. "Goddamn, you might be the horniest bitches I've ever fucked," he told them. And I've fucked Miranda.

Imogen was slumped against the wall like she might subside onto the floor. Lysette went so far as to grip the girl and shore her up, and their gazes met in their post-orgasmic haze. The redhead virtually peeled her blonde companion from the wall and something approaching a truce seemed to establish itself between them. "Fuck," Imogen mouthed, and Lysette's eyes acknowledged the implied sentiment. Fuck, indeed.

"See how nice I can be?" They both looked at Mac warily. "Now return it," he said. "Wash me down. All of me."

They glanced at each other, Lysette looking balefully back at Mac. "Well we've given him everything else he wanted, haven't we, Imogen? Played all his games."

"Yes, we have," Imogen replied with an irony born of experience. "Every last one of them."

They played this one too, applying generous amounts of shower gel to his chest and back, and soaping with smooth, attentive hands. Even Lysette acted her role to the full, Mac noted, washing his arms and massive pectorals with an air of duty, his cock-tip sliding against her stomach as she cleansed him. Imogen pressed into him from behind, massaging his shoulders and working the gel into the muscles of his broad back. "This is what every hard-working man should have," he told Lysette, allowing his head to loll back. "A pair of hot naked body-slaves to soap him."

"You making sure he gets the benefit of those tits, Im?" Lysette inquired, palms lingering deliciously on his nipples.

The blonde's rack pillowed against his shoulder blades, her hands sweeping downwards to stroke his hips. "He's getting it now."

"Good." The redhead's palm glided down to move in circles on his ribbed stomach, knuckles brushing his cock-shaft. "And I guess I know what you'll want washing next."

"Take your time with it," he told her. "Blondie, wash my ass and wash it well."

"Yes, Sir. Lysette, would you pass the gel?"

Her scarlet co-worker did, having delivered a large apple-green squirt into her own palm first. "There. Give his ass-cheeks a good massage. And don't forget in between."

"I won't."

The girls' purely solicitous approach was a novelty. As Imogen's palms cupped Mac's buttocks and squeezed rhythmically, Lysette slid her own hands from his balls to the tip of his cock, evenly spreading gel over the ridges of his blood-bolstered shaft. Adventure and orgasm had mitigated much of her fury, although something of that sardonic attitude lingered in her eyes, even as she played the devoted slut. Her hands were nimble and teasing as they lathered his pole, distributing an even sheen of bubbles over its hard surface. One crafty set of fingers slid beneath, to scoop up his swollen ball sac and test its weight.

"Christ," she could not help but marvel, "you must be fit to burst." She continued her soapy attentions to cock and balls. "This big rigid beast has to need relief by now, surely..."

"You all fucked out, Scarlet? Offering to wank me off and put an end to it?" Every nerve in his worked-out organ was tingling again, while Imogen's deep-kneading fingers were firing shivers of delight up his spine, more so when she parted his cheeks and explored down the cleft. "Well, it'll end soon enough, sweetheart," he informed the redhead, "on my terms."

Lysette's face darkened when he said it -- the emotion not entirely clear. "Not making you feel good enough yet?"

"Oh you girls are making me feel plenty good." But soon I'm going to feel even better. "Blondie, there's some bath oil down near your feet. Reach down and get it."

Imogen's slippery tits skated against his back and thigh as she stooped to pick the bottle from the floor and he had a mental image of her stretching open everything she had in the process. "What do you want me to do with it?" she inquired meekly on standing up behind him. God, this bimbo had been fucked fully into the program.

"Oil your finger and stick it up my ass. You're going to clean me properly." There was a pregnant silence, and he wondered if Lysette's mouth was twitching again at the demand he'd made of the posh princess. "You're not shirking your duties back there, are you, Blondie?"

"No." Even that one syllable contained the nervousness of before.

"Don't I get a 'No, Sir'? I liked that little development."

"No, Sir. I'm oiling up my finger now."

Good girl. You do know what's expected by now... Oh fuck, here we go. The blonde's clearly lubed finger was teasing at his anus, but only hesitated there a moment before slipping inside him. He clenched involuntarily at the delightful insertion and Imogen uttered a short, breathy squeal. "Don't stop there, girl -- that's what a shower slave is for. Shove it deep and clean my ass."

"Oh God - yes, Sir." She pushed till she must have been three knuckles deep, easing her finger around to spread the oil. Mac's erection swelled to new hardness in Lysette's tender grip and he brushed the girl's hand away, lest he lose control completely.

"Fuck yes, that's good. Take it out and do it again. Keep using that oil." Imogen's finger slid out of him and reasserted itself moments later, freshly anointed. She clasped her hand to his buttocks and administered a writhing massage, knowing either from experience or instinct (the latter he guessed) how best to stimulate. "Jesus," he said, his cock pumping huge at the internal stimulation, "that's the fucking business. Wash me out. Wriggle that finger. Holy shit..."

Lysette, for all her filthy experience, was watching him with lust-clouded awe. You filthy fucker, her gaze was saying, and he could hardly deny it.

"Okay, that'll do," he said, reaching behind and pulling Imogen out of him by her wrist, before everything clenched too hard. "Nothing like proper hygiene. Speaking of which..."

It was time. Time for his final game.

He washed himself down first, flipping the switch so he could use the hand-held attachment to rinse his body of soap. The adjustable jet on the shower-head allowed him to direct a powerful stream of water up his anus, so that he could make good on the work Imogen had begun. "Damn, that's a fucking nice sensation," he told the girls as it sluiced him out. There was fun too to be had in aiming the jet at the girls, bouncing water off their tits and asses, making them yelp and squeal as the hard stream impacted against their firm flesh.

"We should make this a regular date, girls," he remarked with enthusiasm as he drenched one pussy, then the other.

"Fuck..." Lysette clutched her vitals in protection from the watery blast. "You'll be lucky..."

"I already am." This was the luckiest night of his life, the type of which most men could only dream. But then you had to be man enough to seize the opportunity if it arose. And man enough to press it to its sweet conclusion... "Palms against the wall, girls," he instructed, as he fitted the attachment back into its bracket and set the water tumbling once more from above. "Hurry up and spread 'em."

Imogen and Lysette stared at him, the dutiful body-slaves turning blank and wary respectively.

"C'mon, you two, I thought we'd got past that stage." He slapped hands to Imogen's wet body and manhandled her into place, palms flat to the tiles. Then he put Lysette beside her in the same position. "Now stick those asses out." Two shapely bottoms thrust in reverse, their owners glancing back to gauge what trials the immediate future might entail. Mac reached out with both hands and fondled the girls -- one soapy sphere apiece -- his cock stretching high and proud between them. "In case you think I've been getting too lovey-dovey..." He whipped both hands upwards, applying a double-slap to produce a double-yell. "That's right, bitches -- it stings more when it's slippery, doesn't it? Well, doesn't it?"

"Yes..."

"Fuck, yes..."

"Rub those pussies. Get to work on them now." Both girls reached down and set about themselves with vigour. "That's the way. Keep going, whatever happens."

He meted out a long volley of slaps on Lysette's bum cheeks, till he had burst every soap bubble on the surface, and then did the same for Imogen. Nothing reinforced an erection, he considered, quite like the hard crack of palm on shiny-wet girl-ass. On each impact blood coursed through him, stretching taut the skin of his mighty cock. Each girl protested volubly all the way through her chastisement, but neither lifted her fingers from her cunt at any point. These sodden sluts were ready to take anything he had to dish out -- and it was a good fucking job. Reddened rears would soon be relegated in their list of concerns.

"Mad at me again?" he inquired, full of lustful glee.

"Fucking right."

"God, you're such a... such a..."

"Bastard?"

"Yes," Imogen confirmed.

"Well I'm glad you girls are back on the same page. 'Cos the two of you have a decision to make."

"What decision?" Lysette glared back at him. She, like Imogen, had continued in clitoral stimulation all the while.

Mac picked up the bottle from where Imogen had dropped it and took his time oozing bath lubricant all over his fingers. He let go the bottle and cupped both the girls' asses, searching between their cheeks till his middle fingertips had discovered two tightly puckered anal entrances. There was a gasp from both girls at the intimacy.

"Take hold of my cock," he said, and after a moment's hesitation both girls relinquished their pussies and reached back to grip him. There was plenty to hold on to, each girl's hand stretching in an effort to encompass his shaft. "There," he said, once they both had a good purchase on him. "Like you said, Scarlet, this monster is fit to burst. My balls have one serious load to shoot and the only question is where I'm going to shoot it. You think about that."

His jaw clenching with desire, he thrust an oiled finger up each girl's ass. Both of them gasped and stared behind, Imogen's eyes doing that innocent doe thing she had down so well, while Lysette's simply blazed. "Damn," he said, as both anal channels clutched him, "you're both tight as buggery. Here's the deal, girls..." They continued to stare, their astonishment mounting with his words. "I'm going to fuck one of these asses. Within minutes my cock is going to be buried to the balls inside either your asshole, Lysette, or yours, Imogen. And I'm going to shaft that hole till I blow my wad inside it. One of you is going to have her rear pumped full of my cum -- I'm going to fucking flood you." Two pairs of eyes flicked back and forth between his face and his phallus, like they were desperately trying to work out logistics of size and available space.

"Thing is," he said, fully warmed to his topic, "I'm not going to decide who gets it. That's your job. I'm giving you thirty seconds to choose which of you takes an anal reaming from this dick. And if you can't agree on it, I'll fuck both your asses and still call the police." Both girls stared at him askance. "What are you waiting for? Clock's ticking, bitches. Who's going to take one for the team?"

Lysette's and Imogen's gaze lingered on the cock that twitched and throbbed in both their hands. Mac contemplated the relative merits of each ass -- the pert rear of the Miranda-wannabe and the more voluptuous proportions of the out-of-depth bimbo. Either would be a prize, and to poke both had struck him as a serious option, but this final mind-game was too satisfying to forgo. Each girl's asshole clenched tight on the finger that intruded deep inside. One of them was going to make him feel amazing. He studied his two playthings as they looked up and stared into each other's eyes. Scarlet was scarcely less alarmed than her companion, but her look was harder.