.The Las Vegas Trip

"Okay," I said.  "I'm y'all's love slave?  Prisoner?  What's the story?"

"No story," Amanda said.  She moved around the bed to sit beside me, stroking my face.  I leaned into her touches.  I couldn't see what Amy was doing.

I tugged a bit at the handcuffs.  I'd played with some real cuffs one time, when Campus Security had me in the office for some questions.

These felt a lot lighter.  Probably toy cuffs, I figured.  Or sex-play cuffs from Spencers.  I wondered how long Amy had had this pair.

"Are you ready?" Amanda asked.  I started to reply when I realized she was talking to Amy.

"Yep," her sister replied.  Then stepped to the foot of the bed.  She was wearing a fedora on her head.  It made her look all sorts of tough. 

There was a match stick in her mouth, furthering the image.  And now she wore a harness over her hips, which supported an enormous dildo.  A big pink plastic cock wobbled in her grip as she stepped forward, stroking it.

"Is HE ready?"

I yelped and sat up.  I hardly noticed that I yanked the handcuffs apart as I did.  "No, no, no, no," I said.  "There's absolutely no place I'm ready for that to go!"

"Wow," Amanda breathed.

"Yeah," Amy said softly.   They were both really impressed by the show of strength, popping the chains of the handcuffs.  And, it looked like, they were turned on, too.

I just had to disarm Amy.  I reached for her and she grabbed my wrists, fingers playing with the loose chains.

"Oooh, baby," she moaned.

"Yes, yes," I said.  I unclipped her harness and took the dildo by the base.  "But I think I should be in charge of this."

"Pooh," Amanda pouted.

"You have nothing against me sticking THIS into Amy, do you?" I asked.

"Oooh, baby!" Amy said cheerfully.  She threw herself onto the bed, legs wide.

"Depends," Amanda said. I knelt between Amy's legs.

"Depends on what?"

"On what you're doing to me at the time," she replied. 

"Ah."  I had Amanda lay on the bed, with Amy kneeling over her.  She sucked on Amy's breasts while I positioned myself.  I knelt and rubbed my cock against her pussy lips.

I pushed the dildo against Amy's pussy.  She pushed her ass towards me, twisting to improve the angle.

I eased my cock and the toy cock into place.  Push until I had passed the lubricated part, then pull out to spread the pussy juices. 

Above and below, bit by bit, inch by inch.  My face was in the small of Amy's back, licking and then blowing gently on the wet spot.

One hand stole around to cup Amy's boob, then squeeze Amanda's.  They twisted and pushed to get more attention but I was concentrating on the cocks.  Alternating the tempo kept it slow, dragging it out.

They begged me to speed up, harder, faster, deeper.  I kept it slow but steady, twisting my hands every so often to rest the cold metal cuff against their bodies.  That reminded them of the thrill they felt when I pulled free.

Amanda finally put her feet flat on the bed and pushed herself up.  That drove my hand, and the dildo, hard up against and into Amy.  She cried out and hugged her sister's head to her breast.

I heard slurping and suckling and felt clenching and twisting.  Amy came first, screeching out profanity, then collapsing over her sister.

I let go of the dildo, leaving it in place, and set to just plain fucking Amanda.  Moments after that, her legs kicked against mine and she screamed, muffled by the breast in her mouth.

The thought that I'd just satisfied two women pushed me over the edge and I came.

I sank down beside the sisters, an arm under Amanda's pillow, the other over Amy's shoulders.

We cuddled there for a long, blurry moment.  Amy slowly slid ot the side, pushing Amanda up against me. 

After a while we both started playing with Amanda's boobs again.  I offered my fingers to Amy.  She licked them, I licked her fingers and we played with nipples.  Pull and tease, stroke and squeeze.

Amy pulled the dildo out and started to use it like a pencil, drawing a sticky line up Amanda's leg, thigh, to her pussy.

"Mmmm, yes," Amanda begged.  "Please!"

"I dunno," Amy murmured.  She looked at me.  "Should I?"

"Or should we?" I asked.  Amanda cooed beneath us.