Pussy: Lisa. I make friends with the three of them by meeting them the first time in front of the front door of the house and from then on I meet them almost every day. I learn that Lisa (who does not live with the other two but is always with them) performs at a nearby bar and I go to hear her hoping to get something out of it. Her music is terrible, but at least she notices me and we start chatting (and flirting). I buy her an aperitif, alcohol is followed by more alcohol, and eventually I drive her a little tipsy home. The girl, already usually devoid of social barriers, wastes no time in inviting me inside to close out the evening as best she can, and I gladly accept. From then on we do nothing but play, switching positions with ease from standing to sitting or lying on the bed, with her adapting to every style and rhythm. I finish on her back and conclude by giving her a massage.

Ass: Jennifer. I drop by Courteney and Jennifer with an excuse, but there is only the latter. She’s furious: it seems her boyfriend had an affair with someone while they were together, even though he keeps claiming they had taken a break. I talk to her, choosing my words carefully, pampering that more spoiled, princessy part of her. When I make to leave shortly after, she stops me by telling me she wants to fuck me. She does this out of spite, so I play the part of someone who would not want to take advantage of her until she confirms the offer with conviction. I lift her up holding her by the hips and sit her down on the kitchen table. I kiss her neck and massage her breasts while she brings a hand to her vagina and begins to stimulate it. I provoke her by telling her it would be a nice snub to do something together that she has never done with hey bf and ask her if she has ever fucked her in the ass. She seems to have a slight second thought, but I push it back by lowering myself and licking her pussy. “We’ve never done it,” she says stammering, then stands up and turns around, bending 90 degrees over the table. I spread her anus with my fingers, then I penetrate it with ease, even too much: she may never have done it with him, but it’s obvious this isn’t her first time. Without fear of hurting her too much, I increase the intensity considerably; her cries of pleasure echo in the room. Without leaving, I move her off the table and leave her bent over in the void unable to hold on to anything, pulling her by the arms. Gradually I set her up straighter and straighter until I can pull her head back by her hair. By now her moans are loud. I finish inside her and carefully lay her face down on the nearby couch. She is still in the throes of pleasure. With one finger I scoop up some of my cum and offer it to her; she sucks it with a mischievous look.

Mouth: Courteney. I hear knocking at the door and go to open it: it’s Courteney, who enters my apartment furiously, forcing me to back away. She tells me that I must not allow myself to take advantage of her friends or be seen in their home again. I look at her with an amused and mocking expression; out of anger she tries to slap me, but I block it before she hits me and look into her eyes with a serious expression. I tell her to go talk to Lisa and Jennifer and ask them how things went, then to come back to me: if they say they felt exploited or gave in to my demands, then I will do as she asks; if not, she must be at my service for a week and obey every my request. For a moment a shadow runs across her face, but it quickly goes away, leaving room for a look of defiance. Competitive Courteney walks out of my house strutting around saying that she has to make some phone calls. She returns an hour or so later, but this time her face is sullen. “A week, right?” She asks, and I nod. I ask her to make me an aperitif, but first I make her put on a very tight catsuit-she will have to wear it every time she acts as my maid. The girl is annoyed, it hurts her pride, but not as much as shirking her commitment would. I eat the appetizers she has prepared, accompanying them with a beer while she stands against the wall biting her lip. I motion her to join me and sit beside me. When I grab her wrist and make to bring her hand toward my pubis she retracts, but I remind her that we had said everything for a week. She snorts in annoyance, but agrees to massage the area of my penis, which slowly swells. I unzip my pants and pull it out. Courteney squeezes it with one hand and starts to go up and down, but I finger no and squeeze her cheeks with one hand. She struggles freeing herself, but accepts and begins her blowjob helping herself with two hands to make me come first. She is good, very good, but the most satisfying thing is to see such a beautiful and bossy girl shut up like this to give me pleasure. I lower my gaze to the neckline of her dress from which a hint of breasts is visible. Excited, I bring both my hands behind her head preventing her from rising. Courteney coughs, her throat tightens around my cock, and I enjoy all her difficulty. I come inside her and wait until she has swallowed. When we are done, I allow her to change and leave. I walk her to the door and say that with this I consider her duty fulfilled. She remains still, seems to think about it for a while, then explains that I had said a week and that should I need anything, just call her. I smile and greet her with a friendly slap on the buttocks.