by Rowena
I can only hope the sound of my orgasm got buried under their own as they came loudly and wantonly.
Before they notice me, I turn and head to the waiting shower, eager to finally wash all signs of my shame away, my dick still leaking cum in small spurts.
I turn slightly so that my back is to them.
Courtney helped me with the shower after I turned the water off and stood there looking around a bit, trying to locate a towel or something.
She pushed some big metal button, blasting me with warm air.
“We might have to bring the sheets over and dry them before bed,” she says with a smile.
I can’t get over how happy and carefree she looks; I’ve never seen her look like this.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen her smile and laugh, of course, but the way she’s doing it now—it’s almost childlike and sweet. Innocent and open. Genuine.
Christ, how much has she been faking with me?
The two of them work as a team to dry the top sheet layer a bit, then they puff the pillows and set up the bed, being silly and looking like kids as they do it.
Jesus, they seem happy with each other.
What’s really going on?
“So we just have the one bed,” Courtney says, stating the obvious, “and I don’t want to ask you to sleep on the floor—that would suck; the ground’s hard as hell. And this is a queen, and considering our sizes, we should all fit, even if not so comfortably. Or we can hand you the pillows and you can make your own spot somewhere if that’s more comfortable…”
“I’ll just join you,” I say. “I mean, I’ve seen you all naked, and the two of us know what your pussy tastes like.” I meant that comment to be light, but it causes the two of them to exchange quick, unreadable glances and now everything’s awkward.
“Right. So we’re all good then?” she says, glancing from me to Dustin.
Dustin turns his gaze on me briefly, but his handsome face holds no malice, although no friendliness either.
“All good,” he says.
“I claim the middle!” Courtney says, and he smiles affectionately at her while I try to ignore my disappointment.
Dustin gets the side that has him pressed against the wall while I get the edge, facing the remainder of the room—the only one at risk of falling off the bed.
The lovebirds cordially take me through the breakfast routine.
I’m still not over the three of us being naked, but the two of them seem to have gotten used to it pretty quickly.
The food is delicious, by the way, and Courtney fills me in on a few other things—the guy mentioning being a billionaire, for one, her momentary suspicion I was behind the whole thing for another—a theory she dropped completely once she realized the man behind the voice had reacted to current events while I was in the room, so I hadn’t just made a recording.
Although why she’d suspect me in the first place is beyond me.
“You have the same kink,” she says as if I’d asked out loud. “I thought maybe you just like watching, even if it’s me with others, that maybe that’s why you avoided doing anything with me yourself—that you were saving for the right time to request that I do it with one of your friends while you watch. Some people are like that.”
“Oh, it’s not that, dear, sweet, naive Courtney,” the voice suddenly says. “He does enjoy watching, but you are a non-factor.”
Courtney looks confused.
Meanwhile, a ball of dread starts to form in my belly, building and building, and soon, it’s spreading through my limbs.
“You look sick,” Courtney says as her blue eyes rest on me.
“I have a feeling we’re on our way out, and that this...guy’s about to reveal the final terms to us. And one or all of us definitely won’t like it.”
“Well, he pretty much said as much, but as long as I don’t have to fuck a cow or anything…”
“Don’t give him any ideas,” Dustin says lightly, causing her to chuckle.
Dustin’s face brightens as he watches her, and I find myself stuck on the beauty between them.
I have never been this close to such physical perfection—in the nude, no less—and it throws me. Both Dustin and Courtney are exceptional specimens.
If there’s one thing to be grateful for, it’s that I got stuck with folks who are easy on the eyes under the demands of constant nudity! Small miracles.
“You weren’t going to propose to me, were you?” Courtney suddenly says as she looks back at me. “You know—on the last day I was out there. Our dinner date.”
“Not that evening, no. But eventually.”
Her eyes widen in surprise and her expression takes on a struck look.
“Good to know,” she says quietly.
I’m not sure what she means exactly, but I don’t bother to ask her to clarify—I’d rather not speak about such things at this time.
The ominous feeling has me in its hold—I’m worried sick about what the creepy billionaire has up his sleeve, and it’s not long before we find out.
12
Dustin
I don’t know what to make of that engagement exchange between Brick and Court.
To my ear, it sounds like they’re not quite finished, even though I consider them very much finished.
Everything Courtney has been doing the past several days made it clear to me the two of them are done and the two of us have begun—there’s no more maybe.
Still, it’s got me anxious.
“Dinner will not be served this evening,” our kidnapper says, which probably means two things: good and bad news.
“I will walk you through exactly what I want, and after your execution of my every demand, the three of you will be released this very evening. You’ll be deposited near your homes, fully clothed, everything taken returned to you, so after this evening’s activities, make sure to take your final shower!”
This guy is a clown.
Anyway, I’m ready—it’s about time we get the hell out of here, whatever it takes.
I want to continue dating Courtney properly—take her to dinner, museums, arboretums.
I want to hold her hand in public, let those closest to me know I found my girl and I’m bringing her home.
“First up,” the voice continues. “I want you riled up, Dustin—your cock raging and ready to go. Courtney, begin a trail of kisses all over his body. Along the way, pick a place to leave a mark.”
I hold in a snort. So far so good.
Courtney is smiling prettily at me as she comes over, her beautiful, slender naked body getting closer and closer to me, raising my temperature, and then her soft lips are on me—first on my upper arm, with a gentle, worshipping kiss, then she kisses across my back which sends an unexpected ripple of electric shock through me, jolting my cock even wider awake.
I’m about half-mast now as she reaches my other bicep and plants a kiss there.
Then she moves to the front, her lips teasing my chest, her mouth pausing to close over my nipple as her tongue plays with it, swirling around it before she moves to the next.
She starts kissing her way down, and again waves of electricity pass through me, my hot flesh reacting to her warm, sensual touch.
She has made it down my abdominal section and is about to come face to face with my erect cock when the voice says, “Stay above the waist, Courtney.”
She kisses her way back up, looking sort of disappointed, sliding her lips up until she reaches my neck.
She pulls on the skin there with her succulent lips, threatening to leave a hickey as her kiss deepens to a suction.
She moves to the other side of my neck, and by that time, I’m ready to take her down to the ground, but I remain dimly aware of our need to follow instructions or else.
She lifts her lips to mine, and I take them, kissing her deeply and passionately, aware of my cock’s growing need.
Her hand moves to grasp it, but my gratefulness at her touch doesn’t long.
; “All right—pull away, you two,” the voice commands. “Courtney, stand against the wall next to the dresser.”
My eyes follow her, everything in my body zeroed in on her body as the key to my pleasure, the answer to my release.
“Looks like we have a problem here,” the voice says. “Chad, why don’t you help poor Dustin out?”
It takes a sec for the meaning to register, but my attention on Courtney has now been fully broken.
“Excuse me?” I say with undisguised outrage as I glance around the room.
“You heard me. Don’t stop now—your freedom and lives depend on it.”
I turn back to Courtney, fuming, and she clasps her hands together in a praying gesture.
“Please,” she mouths.
Boy, do I wish she was this accepting of the terms much earlier; we wouldn’t be where we are right now with Brick coming toward me, his eyes on my raging cock and, if I’m not mistaken, actually looking quite eager to get to it.
Jesus Christ, how do I get through this? My erection is already deflating.
I don’t want him—I want her!
I need warm, gooey flesh massaging my dick.
Brick lets out a sound as he drops to his knees—like a light moan—and as he prepares to take my cock in his hands, Courtney grabs my attention.
Her shapely legs are spread, and she has started playing with the folds of her pretty pink pussy.
That works.
My cock starts swelling again as what I want most is kept from me but in torturous sight.
Brick grabs my cock and starts gobbling it, and I keep my eyes on Courtney, watching her be a naughty, naughty girl against that wall, one of her arms across her chest as she fondles her own breast while the other works her juicy cunt.
Oh, what I wouldn’t do to invade that tight snatch of hers again!
She teases me with the motions, her small fingers sliding over her folds, her thumb strumming the hood of her clit while she stares at me like she wants to eat me alive.
My cock thickens more, and Brick eagerly keeps up with the task.
I dimly get the impression Brick might have done this before.
He bobs his head over my cock, fondling my balls delicately.
When Courtney pushes a finger into her mouth, sucking it before bringing it between her legs and sliding it in and out of her hole, mimicking the thing I want to do most right now with my cock, my balls draw up, and Brick’s skillful hand and mouth finish me off.
I blast cum down his throat, my toes cracking with my release.
“Your turn,” the voice says, and dread fills me.
It’s one thing to get blown by someone you’re not interested in—it’s quite another to return that favor.
“But hands only,” the voice continues. “Stand, Chad.”
Brick obeys, his erection jutting out from his naked body, his boyish face flushed, his eyes beady with animalistic need. His body is tense with anticipation, lust.
“Hold him from behind,” the voice instructs me, “as if he were Courtney.”
Oh, fuck.
Courtney has stopped what she was doing and is watching with rapt interest.
Guess I can’t blame her.
I wrap my arms around Chad, holding him from behind as instructed and dreading the voice’s next words.
Chad leans back against me and it seems he’s putting as much of our skin in contact as he can as he melts into my chest.
I even think I hear him sigh.
“And now pick a hand to jack him off,” the voice says.
I have to admit—if this is all, I’m kind of relieved.
But the voice is only giving us the deal piece by piece so who knows?
I pick my leading hand for the task, and I jack Chad off as if I was jacking off myself, my eyes back on Courtney’s alluring form.
Surprisingly, her cheeks flush redder, and she goes back to doing what she was doing before, her eyes intently on us—well, mostly on what I’m doing to Brick’s dick.
It’s not long before Brick groans his orgasm, his jizz shooting up and spilling all over my hand.
“God, I’m so close,” Courtney whispers sort of to herself and rather pitifully, making me want to put her out of her misery desperately, finishing her off with my mouth, hand, cock...whatever demands her pussy first, once I get close enough.
I also want to clean up first.
“Go ahead, Dustin,” the voice says, “help her out. But using only your mouth.”
Fair enough.
My cock’s on break anyway.
“Stay,” I say as she starts to slide down the wall. “Stay standing.”
When I reach her, I kneel before her, spreading her thighs so I can get at her pussy properly, and I lick and suck and pull on her pussy with my lips and tongue until she’s writhing and moaning desperately, her hand on the back of my head as she thrusts her wet cunt against my face, fucking it until she comes loudly and beautifully, pulsing and pulsing against the finger I slipped inside her.
Unfortunately, by this time, my greedy cock is at attention again, and it wants in.
“Do it,” the voice says, “fuck her like it’s the last time.”
She’s still coming down from her orgasm but I stand and lift her against the wall, positioning her for my dick, lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around me as I find her wet hole with my engorged mushroom tip.
I push inside her still-pulsating pussy, slamming deep as I smash into her pussy lips, eventually lifting the other leg so I can fuck her against the wall properly, both her legs wrapped around me as I pound her mercilessly.
As my balls start to draw up with impending release, Brick comes out of nowhere and plays with my asshole, and I come so hard, I nearly go blind. I’m almost surprised my climatic roar hasn’t cracked the walls open.
It takes a seriously long time for my sight and hearing to come back to normal.
I stay buried inside Courtney, my ass cheeks still clenched from my final hard thrust, poor Courtney stuck against the wall, her cunt pulsing with another release all around my throbbing shaft.
Eventually, my body unfreezes and starts relaxing back to normal, and I let Courtney down, my cum dripping down her inner thighs, her face the picture of delighted exhaustion.
I make sure she can stand properly before I let her go, and then I wait, hoping we soon get to hear the words we all want to hear.
What comes through first is applause, slow but constant.
“Well done,” the billionaire says, sounding legit pleased with us—as if he just saw the best play he’d seen in years starring all his favorite celebs.
“You managed to exceed my expectations and elevate the material. Good for you.”
“Uh, thanks?” I say, unable to help myself.
“Go on—shower and prepare yourselves for the big moment. You’ll be back home before you know it.”
Whoops and cheers erupt, the three of us finally allowed to be excited about regaining our freedom, the uncomfortable tasks required of us behind us.
And it certainly goes without saying—wherever he drops us off individually, I will find my way back to Courtney.
The three of us shower together, thinking it’ll make things go faster.
Then we stand there getting air-dried together before exiting the area and filing toward the middle of the room to wait for the final words or instructions or whatever.
“Last time we get gassed!” I say brightly as the familiar hissing starts, and gas starts to fill the room.
The last thing I remember is Courtney reaching out to grab my hand, my chest swelling with love, warmth coursing through me as I start to get sleepy...
Part III
“You’ll be back home before you know it.”
Voice
13
Courtney
“You couldn’t have just told us that? You must have known we were worried sick!” my mom says, her dark blue eyes looking way more angry than relieved by now
.
When I first showed up at their door, both mom and dad swallowed me in a grateful hug, but now all the pent-up emotions are flying.
“Well, I didn’t expect Brick to get all crazy looking for me like that—he’s usually pretty blasé when it comes to me. Plus, that was sort of the whole point of taking a break like that—to be free from obligations and responsibilities for a while; I needed the vacation. Brick didn’t know because he was part of what I was getting away from. And anyway, the time sort of blended together and I didn’t realize how much time was passing—I didn’t mean to disappear that long. But you know what? It was glorious. I had no one to answer to but myself. And like I said, I did eventually get in contact with him, and we took some time together to figure things out.”
“And what have you figured out?” my mom says, crossing her arms.
“The two of us are just not going to work. We decided to uncouple.”
“Listen,” my dad says, “I took care to introduce you to Barry’s son…”
“Yeah, I know it looked great on paper, Dad, but no matter what, we couldn’t make it work. My retreat helped me see what it is I really want. And it’s not Brick or any other millionaire you might have in mind to set me up with. Actually, I want you two to leave me alone when it comes to that stuff; I don’t want an arranged marriage, especially now that I think I found someone I really like.”
“Who?” my dad says gruffly.
I glance from one silently seething parent to the other.
“Courtney, dear, you can tell us,” my mom says in a falsely light tone. “We won’t get mad.”
“Well, I don’t know about that—last time you picked up on our feelings for each other, we both got sent away.”
My mother gasps. “Emilio’s son? What? How?”
“We sort of bumped into each other recently, and everything sort of…came back.”
“His dad’s a gardener,” my dad says contemptuously. “What sort of work did he end up in? He was being groomed for the family business, wasn’t he?”
