Penthouse (31 page)

Pam cleared her throat. Roger pulled away from me abruptly. His jaw dropped and his face became ashen. “How long did you plan
on keeping us on a string? Did you think we were just two stupid pieces of tail?” Pam blurted. For the first time since we
had known him, Roger became silent.

“Boy, are you ever in trouble now,” I scolded and shook my finger at him. Pam and I, feeling confident in our lingerie, approached
him quickly and pushed him onto the bed. Roger was bewildered. He wasn’t sure if he should be afraid or enticed.

“Yes, be afraid, be very afraid,” Pam told him.

Quickly and roughly, we ripped away his tie, his shirt, his shoes, his pants, and all his accessories until he was completely
naked. His cock was already rock-hard with excitement; both Pam and I noticed, but we were transformed into sisters on a mission.
We handcuffed Roger’s hands to the bedpost and tied his feet in the same manner.

We then stood before Roger at the foot of the bed and began arousing each other in ways that he had never seen in real life.
I could feel his eyes as I suckled and licked Pam’s gorgeous hard nipples. Pam knelt down before me and began licking my pussy
with enthusiasm, almost as though Roger wasn’t in the same room—nor, for that matter, on the same planet. Roger’s cock pulsed
with frustration. There was an agonized expression on his face.

“Ohhhh, girls,” he whined. “Don’t do this to me.… Please, help me out here!”

We continued our own pleasuring, pretending to ignore
the pleading man. “Please, do something with me, and I promise, I’ll do anything!”

“I think he’s on to something, Pam,” I mumbled. “I think we should teach Mr. Man here something about what it feels like to
be used.”

“I definitely agree with you,” Pam stated. She crawled between Roger’s bound legs and held his cock inches from her face.
“And besides, look at how hard his cock is. We can’t very well let that go to waste, now can we?”

I joined my friend, gently nudging her over to give me some space.

“Oh yes,” she murmured. “Look at that precome right there on the tip.… Which one of us is going to get that?”

“There’s more where that came from,” Roger said. “Now, please… don’t fight…”

As Pam held the cock in her hands, I bent forward and gathered up the sweet fluid with my tongue. I turned to my friend and
darted my tongue into Pam’s open, luscious mouth. How erotic it was to share a kiss as well as a treat.

Roger shivered and sighed with delight. Pam slipped her mouth around the swollen cock head and fastened herself there with
a hard suction, while I licked and slithered down the shaft toward his balls. Roger raised his hips slightly when Pam slid
her mouth over his cock. My eyes widened at how deeply my friend was able to take his cock into her mouth. I worked on stimulating
his balls—taking one into my mouth at a time, rolling each around with my wet tongue. Occasionally I would drift down even
farther and lash my tongue against his asshole.

It was too much for poor Roger to bear as we girls worked in unison: sucking, licking, mouth-fucking his prick until he let
out a deep groan and spewed the first shot of creamy come down Pam’s throat. She swallowed
quickly and removed herself from him and nudged me from any further action.

Roger looked bewildered. “What the hell?” he stuttered. His cock pulsed madly; his silky jism continued to cascade from his
slit.

“Please, don’t leave me like this, girls! I’m begging you!”

I reached over and licked Pam’s earlobe. “Are we ready for step two?”

Pam nodded in agreement. We briefly probed each other’s sopping, dripping cunts—each knowing how aroused we were and how badly
we needed to climax. I took a blindfold from my luggage and tied it securely around Roger’s eyes, completely disabling his
vision.

“Just don’t hurt me.” Roger shuddered. Pam climbed over Roger’s head, placing one slender leg on either side of his neck,
and lowered herself slowly. She parted her swollen wet cunt lips with her fingers and sat her hot sex right upon Roger’s mouth.
He mumbled gratefully and began a slow circling motion with his tongue all around her. Pam’s pleasure was obvious.

I moved inward like a hungry leopard, ready to attack my prey. I climbed onto the bed and squatted over Roger’s waiting, throbbing
cock. The moment that I had been waiting months for had finally come. Many sleepless nights had passed from wanting to feel
his member deep inside me. Now, finally, I could feel it enter me, plowing the sides of my slippery vagina.

My moist hole was so very tight from the lack of sex. Roger groaned at the warm, wet muscle tightening and sliding around
his cock. I began to pump myself in a fluid motion up and down the length of his cock, increasing my efforts and speed but
backing off before I got too close to
my orgasm. There was one more thing that I needed to take from him, before it was too late. I reached down, grabbed his cock
firmly, and slid my passionflower off of his rod. I noticed how slick his cock was from my juices. I wiggled and positioned
myself for the kill.

I directed the head of his prick against my asshole. Just the touch of it against my puckered rosebud sent shivers up and
down my spine. Slowly, I began to put my weight upon him, and the wet tip of his cock popped easily into my hole. Pleasure
burned throughout my body unlike anything I had ever known. I lowered myself upon him completely—his entire cock filling my
hottest and tightest region.

Pam watched me, her own pleasure rising even more as she saw Roger’s cock buried in between my firm buttocks. I began to rock
slowly and Pam bent forward, still enjoying Roger’s love feast on her pussy. Pam was drawn to the beautiful, bestial action
before her. She began to lick my honey-covered clit as Roger’s manhood entered and retreated from my asshole.

I couldn’t help but moan as I felt Pam’s tongue running wildly around my pussy lips, vagina, and clitoris. The three of us
became a single unit of licking, sucking, fucking, writhing, and moaning… each bringing the other closer to physical liftoff,
each feeling every nerve inching toward an explosive point of no return.

I was the first to reach that erotic height. I cried out and shook, my love juices dribbling all over Pam’s tongue and Roger’s
pump-organ. As my orgasm subsided, Roger threw his hips up mightily and let out a muffled roar. I could feel his seed rumble
up inside of me, shooting into the farthest areas of my heat. The sex fluid began to seep onto my buttocks, and another tremble
of pleasure overtook me. I removed myself from Roger and moved closer to my female
friend. Roger’s tongue continued to flicker and drive into Pam’s burning, sopping holes, his movements becoming quicker and
harder, with more purpose. Joining forces, I began tickling Pam’s clit with my tongue. I could feel Pam’s clit respond with
pulses. Pam’s breathing became deeper, faster, louder. Two madly lashing tongues were enough to drive her into a series of
convulsions as she began to fuck Roger’s tongue and grab my head, grinding into our faces.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s it!

“Yesss… I’m coming!” she screamed.

Her orgasmic fluids slid over our mouths. I had never seen a woman cream like that before, even in erotic films. When the
breathing relaxed and brain cells fell back into place, Pam and I looked at each other with a satisfied smile. We rushed to
get dressed and gathered our luggage.

“Hey, don’t leave me like this!” Roger exclaimed. This time we did not detect an ounce of sexual tension. As we opened the
hotel-room door, we took one last look at the naked man bound upon the bed. I went over and undid Roger’s blindfold, then
bent down and kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodbye, Roger,” I said plainly.

“It was a blast, Roger,” Pam exclaimed with one last wave, and she blew him a kiss.

As we walked down the hall with our heads held high, we could hear Roger’s loud, unwavering protests of love and affection.
Before we left the hotel lobby, we proceeded with step three, the final step of our wonderful plan. We phoned and left a message
for Roger’s wife, instructing her to come to the hotel, room 303, where her husband was waiting anxiously for her.

After booking into a different hotel, Pam and I showered together, dressed up, and went out to paint the town.
We danced and laughed, drank and flirted. I had one of the best nights in my entire life! When we returned to our room, although
exhausted, we still managed to pleasure each other one last time before drifting off into a deep slumber. After all, revenge
is tiresome work.