Taking a Drive Ch. 03

Black Rolls Royce turned a lot of heads in his old neighborhood. The odd Ferrari or Mercedes during the week was normal, they had no clue where he went on the weekends. "Where are you taking me?" Chauffeur was mute.

Le Mouton was busy for a week night, Maitre De didn't need to greet him before leading him through the guest tables. Making eye contact with several of the ladies, his sexy swagger, had several woman near swooning, jealous scowls from the men. "You nasty flirt!" Stella was loud raising her martini glass.

Shuffling from the booth she got three steps before Gino rushed her for a deep romantic kiss. His thumb slipped under the material of the halter dress to swipe her very sensitive under boob. She adjusted his bulge under his expensive Italian suit discreetly so he could sit comfortably.

"Let me look at you." He pushed her away at her hips so he could see her full length. Black shiny material was curtain like over her breasts gathered around her waist, the folds flashed at her hips to a modest above the knee length. The light seemed to reflect waves of blue and purple, a rainbow effect.

"Givenchy!" She proudly exclaimed, all eyes were on the couple, "Tiffany's!" Her voice louder than the murmurs around them. Golden strand necklace with a bundle of diamond strings sparkling in her valley. Clearing his throat the maitre de was encouraging them to be seated.

Booth was going to be cozy with three scrunching Stella to the middle so he could find room on the end. "Humiliating!" Red hair was medium dark, emerald green eyes, pouty red lips, "He hasn't even looked at me!"

"Meet Sam!" Stella had to push his head in her direction. Sam had her hand extended, royalty demanding a kiss on the back of her hand. Stella could feel his surge, jealous and excited at the same time, Sam chewing her bottom lip her tail-tail sign, Sam was going to devour my man.

"Garscon!" Loud and brash, "Three martinis" Sam had the staff shying away, barely able to maintain their polite service. He felt sorry for the staff, he'd been on the receiving end of rude customers too many times. Turning her attention back to Gino, "You made me feel like dog-poo, didn't even notice me sitting here sad and lonely." Stella laughed at Sam's hurt little girl act.

Server set the drinks on the table getting away a quick as possible, "Cheers!" Both ladies at the same time, "We're celebrating!" Together again. Laughing, kissing each other, not letting him in on the joke. He could see the almost psychic connection.

"Don't you want to be in the middle?" Stella purred in his ear. Sam escaping the booth to stand next to him.

"Tell me you like my dress better than hers.." White with the same exact style, bigger breasts, dress material shimmers pink and purple. Sam dropped the bomb, "Daddy.." Turning the low cut back to him, "I like spankings too.." her ass is smaller but very firm, she put his hand on it.

"Are you both drunk?" He was sliding over so Sam could sit on his side snuggled between both of them. Under the napkin Stella's hand was over Sam's fingers feeling his throbbing cock.

"Are you going to fuck both of us?" Determined Sam demanding an answer.

Stella with lustful clarity, "Cum in your pants." A command he could not refuse. Regrets not wearing underwear. His little fingers could feel the heat under the lace panties, both of them could feel his hands shaking. Both of them kissing the stubble on his jaw bone.

"Good boy.." In stereo, those were the words Stella used when she made him pull her tampon string with his teeth. Patrons were staring at him, did he moan out loud? Buzzing in his ears, could they imagine the torture he was enduring?

"Garscon! Bottle of your finest champagne!" Maitre de was the only person willing to deal with the rude bitch.

Barely concealed frown the top man of Le Mouton presented bottle of champagne that would cause hyperventilation in any connoisseur. Sam stood fists on her hips, sneering at the wrong election of champagne. "Here it comes!" Stella laughed out loud.

"My daddy has you keep bottles of Dom Perignon Rose Gold 1996 vintage!" Whole restaurant could hear the yelling. "My daddy owns this Place!" Sam had an audience, "He named this place 'The sheep' for a reason!" Opened her little clutch that matched her dress, "Y'all are my daddy's Sheep!"

Rant had Stella pulling him to his feet to stand beside Sam, "Let's go get some pizza!" Sam let many hundred dollars bills fluter to the table. Laughing with their sexy stud in the middle they waltzed out the door to the waiting Rolls Royce.

***

"Ciao bella come stai!" (hello beautiful how are you!) Sophia came out the front door when she saw the Rolls double parked. "Mama Mia!" Sophia hugging him with Sam and Stella not wanting to let go of him. "Let me get table for you!"

Luigi had come out of the kitchen was all over Stella and Sam. When Stella heard Sophia asking the group in the booth to change tables, Sophia told them, "I pay for your dinner."

"Sophia, I'll pay for everybody's dinner." When Stella smiles like that nobody can refuse.

"Even Luigi's Two next door?" Luigi questioned. He had taken over the restaurant space next door. Mostly pizza and beer, Stella handed over her American Express.

"Since you became big shot you no eat here anymore." That's not exactly true, he orders lunches for his shop guys once or twice a week. Sophia took both his hands looked him up and down. "What did you get on your fancy suit?" Sophia grabbed a towel wiping the stain on the front of his pants. Bus boys had the table ready.

Sophia hugged Stella before she could sit down, "You lucky girl, he's like my Luigi when he was young.." Sam thought, is that what Stella and Gino will look like in twenty years?

Sam watched him watching Stella as she slid to the corner of the family sized booth. Reminded her of the ride crosstown. His lips on hers, the kisses and nips all over the exposed side boobs. The gentle thumb under the material stroking Stella's most sensitive spot, Stella moaning "Come for me now.." Sam was the one on her knees sucking his cock.

Aftertaste was still fresh, Luigi's hands touching Sam, handsy almost inappropriate, teasing. Flash of her tit got her a swat on her butt. Luigi turned to his wife Sophia for a quick but intense kiss. Smiles and nodding heads towards Stella and Gino kissing infer she was the fifth wheel, made her tits pop. Luigi loves looking, Sophia has a wise laugh.

"You two need to take that to the ally!" Sophia was breaking up the love birds. Sam was sliding the long way around snuggling Gino between the two woman. Sophia calming things down, "So what we celebrating tonight?" Sam and Stella burst out laughing, they were still keeping the secret.

"Remember our first week at college?" Sam squeezed out.

"Pizza and beer!" Stella bouncing in her seat.

"And that stupid fucking jock!" Sam looking at Stella with wide eyes.

"We had to show him how to use rubbers!" Both of them with peals of glee at the inside joke.

"Bring us a pitcher of beer and the best piazza in town." Gino commanded, he loved Stella's head shaking approval.

"OOhh! Do you have any of those red cups they used at fraternities?" Sam was clapping her hands tits bouncing, Stella was wiggling her chest, her tits almost fell out. Sophia and Luigi were rushing to accommodate the college freshman girls.

"Ladies, tell me about the stupid fucking jock?" Gino had his arms around both of them no escaping. Sam was beginning the story, made him buy the pizza and lot's of beer if he wanted a special night. Sophia set down the pitcher of beer and a stack of solo cups, her oldest daughter was taking over as hostess. Sophia sitting down with them, a bottle of Chianti.

Sophia may have figured out what was going on under the red checkered table cloth. Stella soaked her fingers in butter garlic dipping sauce for the oven baked basil dough bites. Sophia laughing, "Hands above your head if you're choking bambino."

"What you want on the pizza?" Luigi was going to sit down with us after baking the pie.

"Sausage and pepperoni! Extra cheese! Make it all greasy and gooey!" Stella was going all out, "Those spicy green peppers!"

Sam added, "New York style with anchovies!" Luigi was loving Sam more by the minute. Gino was refilling the cups, he loved the foamy mustaches.

"Chugging contest!" Sam must have been the life of the party in college, "Gino gets to say go."

"Winner gets his dick first!" Stella adding her rules, "Just like in college!" Stella was the winner with a loud belch. Sam finished the story, she won the chugging contest that night. Stella witnessed Sam losing her virginity. Stella lost hers with Sam sitting on his face while they kissed and played with each others boobs.

"Wipe your chin.." Stella, so motherly, wiping his chin treating him like he is a little brat. Smeared the second spermy load mixed with the buttery goodness then kissing him deeply.

"He had a little fucking dick," Sam was holding fingers up scrunching her face, "Our vibrators were bigger."

"Fucking idiot followed us around for a month!" Stella saw Luigi with our dinner, Sophia was laughing harder than she had in years. College stories were ribald, the pizza was awesome.

Grease dripping from Sam's chin to her cleavage. Stella's greasy fingers slipping under her dress smearing it around. Sophia and Luigi acting like horny teenagers, not a care in the world, Gino had never seen them kissing romantically.

Sophia was voluptuously sexy for her age, big saggy tits with huge nipples pressing her peasant blouse. "Take me to the ally," Sophia slipped into Italian, "fottimi come una sgualdrina!" (fuck me like a slut)

"Bellamisimo!" Luigi returning was a happy man holding her hand. Sophia was put back together sloppily with the many customers wanting them to stop by the tables in the bistro.

Gushing customers over their nonexistent bill. Italians talk with their hands. We knew he was telling them who to thank, the over dressed threesome in the booth.

"Momma!" Youngest daughter was seeing her parents in a different light, the big bottle of Chianti was almost gone. We were staggering to the Rolls Royce parked at the door, we were getting mobbed, another quick escape.

***

Jumping into the spacious Rolls passenger area Stella was frantic ripping off her panties, "Fuck me.." Teasing him all evening had been torture on her too. Busted his zipper, his hand was in his pocket searching for the ring, his one knee on the floorboard.

Sam had a container of the garlic butter dipping sauce pouring it all over the place, dress probably ruined getting the tatters out of the way. Wanting to devour Stella's pussy pie.

"I was going to ask you to marry me!" Gino's disappointment became frustration. Stella's lust becoming irrational, turning her back to him knocking the ring out of his hand, she needed both of them to fuck her up.

"Eat me bitch!" Sam twisting around her back on the seat cushion head hanging on the edge. "She's the best cunt licker." Her green eyes full of contempt, "Her cunt is mine!" Sam looking past his stiff dick into Gino's blue eyes.

Week and a half since they had messy period sex Stella's butthole was winking at Gino. Sam giving Stella encouragement, "Smother me with your cunt!" Sam and Stella in a frenzy of fingers, lips and tongues. The two woman racing for a climatic finish when he pierced her asshole, muffled screams of ecstasy in stereo.

He felt the blockage in her colon, usually regular and meticulous in her anticipation, it has been a long week. Mysterious meetings in New York. Surprise meeting the taboo subject Sam. Hand jobs under the table and wiping his face with his cum filled napkin... botched marriage proposal. Smooth ride of the Rolls Royce suddenly making turns on a curved road, drunk off their asses feeling no pain.

Stella's beautiful hair in his fist yanking her away from the pussy that she loves more that him. Jealous rage fills his whisky dick, hardened steel sword to slash and stab, stirring the shit in her bowels. Sam's cunt and firm ass propped up on the seat back, he slaps it hard, punish it. Again and again till it explodes in Stella's face drenching her.

His balls ache from smashing Sam's head, her slaps, fingers poking his ass, blasting his penis poison marking his territory. Unintelligible words, venom and hate, as the brown butt gravy oozes out. Clouds her emerald green eyes, deep pools of yearning.. stuffed his dirty cock deep in her gullet to stop the words, "We love you Gino!" Stella yelps for both of them.

Chauffeur impatiently holds the door, disgusted at the mess, helps naked Stella and Sam to their feet. Wipes some of the grime with Sam's white dress handing it to him, throws their shoes towards the porch. His suit is ruined, holding his pants up, "Sir, ma'am, there will be extensive extra charges.."

***

"Don't want to open my eyes." He can feel her breath, dry lips barely touching. His nose detects her intoxicating natural aroma with hints of basil, garlic butter and spicy pepperoni. Slippery messy breasts held tighter to his body, her hand on his cock lubed with the culinary confection. Only there are two hands on his dick. Big boobs on his back, three pairs of legs tangled.

"I love her too." Soft voice of the brash, rude red head from New York, Stella's best friend. His eyes opened to Stella's blue eyes with a hundred times more love than he could imagine and hope.

"I didn't fuck her.." Ride home last night rushed his drunken memories. On his knees in the back of the Rolls Royce, his proposal, fumbling with the wedding ring. "I haven't been that drunk in many years, can I have a do over?"

"Fucking right! I want to do that over and over!" Sam sat up showing off the sparkler on her left ring finger. Stella was laughing. "Almost left this in car, isn't it beautiful?" Sam is a perky morning riser.

"My nuts ache, so does my head." he moaned.

"Aspirin and water coming right up!" Sam bounces from the bed, "You two stay right there." Collecting his suit trailing from the door, "Coffee will take me a few minutes."

"She's always been like that, everyday is an adventure." Stella chuckled, "That's why I love her." Sam was back in a jiffy with two glasses and a bottle of aspirin.

"Don't get up." Sam was feeding them water and aspirin, we were her little chicks.

"Gotta pee.."

"I want to help with that!" Sam was leading him to the boudoir, his suit in the waste bin, wallet on the vanity. "Some times I wished I had a dick," Boobs smashed to his back, both hands around his waist, "Figure eight's are my favorite!"

Chuckling, "Where did the flying bitch from yesterday go?" He asked.

"Ohh you're packing a lot!" She was drawing circles around the bowl, He could see her looking up in the mirror, "Let me shake it." Sparkle in her green eyes, big smile, "She doesn't get up till noon, the bitch I mean."

"You have the most mesmerizing emerald eyes." He was finished relieving himself standing face to face with Sam.

"Not as pretty as Stella's blue eyes! But I have bigger boobs!" Gave him a little shake, turned around, "Think her ass looks better than mine?" Did a little dance, "Do you want a shower or coffee first?"

"Coffee!" Stella yelled from the other room.

"You go lay down, I'll be back." Sam darted out the door.

Crossing paths, "Do you love her yet?" Stella was headed to the bidet.

Each of them were feeling better after the cappuccino, "You two start with out me." Sam was escorting Gino and Stella to the shower, "Unless you want to watch?" Settling down on the toilet, "Stella likes to watch sometimes."

Stella blushed, "Shut up! That's for later," turned to Gino, "I called the shop, you're on vacation until further notice." Stella was back in control. We laughed and laughed washing away last nights dirties, talking about Sophia and Luigi.

"On your knees honey.." Sam gave Stella instructions, "Suck his cock, no hands.." Sam squatting next to Stella, "Deeper, use your tongue on his nuts." Stella followed her instructions to a tee, "Look into his eyes.. Good girl."

Sam allowed Stella to put two fingers in her twat, "Good girl.. come on your fingers.. use the middle finger.. find his button up his ass.. good girl.. look in his eyes.. he's coming... don't swallow.." No doubt where Stella learned her fellatio skills.

Sam rose as his knees shook, catches his gaze, "It's past noon." Lifting Stella, she is hypnotized. "Kiss me..." Sam and Stellas full body lovers kiss, his morning protein passed back and forth. Sam and Stella's breasts slipping and sliding, hands wandering.

Conflicting emotions crease his brow when Sam's semen glossed lips turn on Gino. Overpowering first lovers kiss knocks him back to sit on the ledge. Straddling his single leg she feels the affirming pulse of his cock in her hand. "Stella." he groans into the kiss, intuitively caressing the underside of her breast bringing even more intensity to Sam's loving kiss.

"Love her.." Stella's voice in the mist. "Please.." Stella humping his other leg, both of them grinding clits his hips. He can't tell one set of lips from the other, rough on their tits, suck and nibble, left and right as they kiss each other. "Come for us.." Two different hands stroking his dick raising a fountain of love.. coating three chests.

***

"To my best friend forever!" crushed ice margaritas, no salt, both of the naked friends were feeling bloated after the pizza and beer last night. On the veranda shining with the coconut oil, occasional dip in the infinity pool, fantasizing out loud about being stranded on a tropical isle with the jungle boy.

"Jungle boys don't wear speedos." Gino itching the red polyester chaffing his big nuts.

"It's a chastity belt nimrod!" Sam loved calling him derogatory names, "How about being a deck hand that saved us from the rocks on the beach dickhead!"

"Doesn't your hero deserve a little respect?" Watching Stella and Sam kiss and fondle each other was his new favorite hobby. Stella reached out hooking her finger in his suit crawling up his ass crack. Joint on her finger slipping over his anus and scrotum letting it snap back.

"Samantha Hastings doesn't respect anyone.." Stella wiggled her nose at the stinky name.

"So, what are you and Samantha Hastings celebrating?" Gino noticed Sam's slight tick at the name. "You never told me, just laughed." They were laughing and hugging again.

"You never read the newspaper?" Sam had to add a bite, "Are you a clueless gigolo?"

"Bah!" He replied, "Only thing good in the paper is the Horoscope and the cartoons."

"Best headline," Between Stella's grunts and guffaws, "Was, 'Samantha Hastings Ex-Best friend Reaches Undisclosed Settlement Against her Father.'"

"My daddy's name is William Smith, sixth richest man in the world now!" Gino loves when Stella snorts when she laughs. Sam is not far behind.

"That's what I've been working on for the last few months.." Stella told him she had settled the litigation, her share a hundred million dollars, "I have a new goal now.." Sam sighed when Gino got on one knee, Sam slipped the wedding ring from her finger setting it in his palm.

"Stella please, I'll give my life for you, will you marry me?" Gino hoped they were tears of joy.

"Gino I love you... I promise you will be the only man that touches me, Yes I'll marry you." Deep tender kiss slipping the ring on her finger, the matching wedding band on layaway is not going to be a problem. (Dual diamonds cut so that they form a heart when matched)

"Love you Stell.." Sam was blubbering, "I'm losing my best friend."

"Only if." Stella was teetering on the edge of a cliff, "You can share with Sam.." Gentle affirmative nod, then his eyes crinkle with orneriness.

"Does that mean I can fuck her?" His dick popped out of the top of his speedos, Stella laughed.

"More margaritas stud muffin!" Sam injected.

"You'll have to obey us!" Stella's conspiratorial grin.

"Heavy on the tequila dick wad!" Sam snapped.

"She's a kinky bitch!" Stella snatched Sam's nipple.

"Put that thing away." Sam's eyes were following his waving prick, "Get us our drinks slave!" Tickles and wrestling for a few minutes.

"Let's go inside." Sunset was beautiful but it was getting cool. Large pit group couch with plenty of throw pillows, many options to snuggle and cuddle, soft lighting. May be a snake pit, Gino was winding around Stella as tight as he could.

"You hardly know me." Sam wanted to talk about herself when he returned with the pitcher of drinks. "Oh! This is strong." Sam circled her clit gently, "Trying to get me drunk so you can get in my pants asshole!" Pointing a toe at him, "Oops! I'm not wearing any!" Tease and denial had started.

"Hastings is my mother's name, took years before the DNA test proved he was my daddy." Shamed and ridiculed for being the illegitimate daughter of a whore and a slut. Trust fund allowed her mother to send the rebellious child to a private girls school. "Stella was my first, only, friend. We were roommates at school."

Stella's mother had given her up for adoption, bought by a rich narcissistic couple thinking a child would be a good hobby. Out of sight, out of mind when the shitty parents got bored. Lost little girls in a cruel world, they had each other. Both of them vowed they would earn millions all on their own. Sam told him she was an investment analyst for a large hedge fund, "An anal.. ist?" Sam spit out her margarita at his remark.

"Do you know what shorting is?" Sam with her elbows on her wide open knees began mansplaining, he stuffed her condescending attitude back with a quick succinct definition. "Stella tipped me about her lawfare, we shorted my dad's company, I made millions, reduced the value of my trust fund twenty six percent."

"That's insider trading.." Sam tilted her head glancing to Stella at his remark. "I won't tell anybody."

"I think I may love this man.." Sam was changing the subject away from bragging how rich and smart she was. "I've known about you for a long time, loved the video Stella sent me. Are you going to fuck me like that?" Smug smile as he tucked the tip of his dick back under the speedos. He could tease too.

"Have you been to the condo yet?" Sam's gleaming green eyes reached up at a memory. Gino noticed some secret passing between the two. "He had you so frustrated.." Gino's eyes implored Stella to explain her breathy statement.

"Do you remember when I brought my car in a second time after you had just serviced it?" They both cringed at the experience.

"One tire was low," Gino shook his head, "You stood over me.."

"Nothing I can do for you." Stella imitated his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I let my hair down and bent over the fender! You never noticed!"

"She was a wreck when I got to the condo," Sam took Stella's palm placing it on her cheek, "I flew in from New York." Fierceness in the two woman's eyes as the memories passed between them. Abruptly Stella wiggled out of the middle of Gino and Sam.

"We need shots.." Stella was swaying to the bar.

"I let her have the upper hand," Sam was peeling the red speedos down his leg, "Only time I needed my safe word.." Beads of sweat were starting to form, suddenly very hot.

"We'll go to the condo tomorrow night." Stella stood over them with the tray of shot glasses and limes. She felt fifty feet tall..."Samantha Hastings." Firm tone, Sam scrambled to her knees clasping her hands behind her back, "Enough of that." Stella broke the spell with a giggle, "Let's celebrate!"

Sitting cross legged with knees touching, tray with shot glasses, limes and a half full bottle of tequila the conversations continued. "To three times the happiness any one can have!" Gino started the first round. Plenty of tittie tweaks and tossing lime peels at each other.

"To the fucking cock that makes my true love happy!" Second round loosened the brash green eyed red heads mouth. "Hey dimwit! Don't you know when she lets her hair down and bends over the fender she wants to be taken by some Italian Stallion?"

"I thought he was a gay bird!" Stella wiggled her back bouncing her tits, both hands running up her sides finishing by messing her hair up more, "What red blooded man could resit this!"

"He likes that.." Sam was tracing his dick helmet with a lime.

"Suck it bitch!" Gino had Sam by the back of her neck forcing her down.

"Now we're getting somewhere." Sam resisting his pull. "Fucking jag off speaks.."

"Red light." Stella the vixen was putting her hair in a pony tail.

Sam spits the words, "When she puts her hair in a pony tail," Sam's lust shimmers, "She wants to be ridden hard.."

"Fuckin bitch." His palm in the center of her chest shoving Sam to the side. "She can watch me shove it up your ass.." Stella backing away, same old act, forcing his passion to rise.

"No!" He loves it when she says no.."Make love to Sam.." He can't resit Stella's begging pleas..."Make her love you... show her your heart... flood her with your love.." Stella put their hands together, her engagement ring sparkles with her hand over theirs, "Please in our bed..."

***

Stella sat in the dark corner, two lovers spotlighted on the bed. Hidden cameras recording every loving kiss. Remembering how he worshipped her body, every nerve tingled with his tender kisses. Now it was Sam, Sam who would never love a man.

Stella's nightmare that her man was making Sam moan in eternal bliss, floating on clouds of ecstasy, minds and bodies melding together. Jealousy churning in the pit of her gut, love radiating from her heart, matching the turmoil of this crazy world.

"It's safe.. fill me.. drown my womb with your seed." Stella shivers at Sam's words, her own memories, her anticipation. "Love you Gino.. our souls will always be together..." Her green eyes peering into the darkness, her lips tremble the words, love you Stella...

***

"It was magic, I can feel them swimming." Sam whispered to Stella laying next to the lovers. "Your plan is crazy!" Stella's giggles made him stir.

"Love you Sam!" Stella lost her whisper, his one eye opened, "Love you Gino!" Both his eyes are open.

"Love you Gino!" Sam slid over him so both could cuddle him. "Love you Stella!" Sam is always bubbles in the morning, "What's this beautiful cock want to get into this morning?"

"Mumm, you two taste good together!" Stella kissing his dick, she was bright eyed too.

"Let's swap, he has morning breath." Sam and Stella kissed over his chest. He was laughing, both of them kissing him, up and down, both of them peppering him with kisses.

"Daddy it's time for a shower." His eyes smiled expecting Sam to say that, Stella's eyes had a particular gleam. Sam was dragging them to the ensuite by his hand.

"Take care of your own business buster, we need a few minutes of girl talk!" Sam was hugging and kissing Stella jumping in the shower. Gino could feel something in the air as he sat on the throne. They were all amazingly comfortable taking care of all the biological functions in the open.

***

"This is a vacation condo?!" Gino was reacting to the whole top floor penthouse. Big living room and deck with a view. Open kitchen, hallway to several bedrooms. "I can almost see my house from here."

"Look here," Sam had a telescope zeroed in on his front door, "We've been keeping an eye on you for quite some time." Large glass doors slid back opening the patio to the kitchen and living room.

Gino had been scratching his head over the lounge Sam had dragged from the deck into the great room. Wrought steel with an adjustable back. Wheels that contacted the ground with a slight lift at the opposite end. Easy for one person to move without dragging the steel frame with the padded cushion attached.

Stella was booting up the computer with the photo files. "Look at that cute butt!" Gino on all fours fixing the sprinkler system. Pictures of Gino doing everyday normal stuff flashing by.

Stella had already confessed letting the air out of her tire so she could seduce him, "You fixed my tire with honor and integrity, you respected me!" Stella's personal porn video flashed on the big screen. "Who knew honor, integrity and respect could be so fucking insulting! Degrading?"

"Love you Stella," video was having an effect on him. "I would never degrade you.."

"Fucking dimwit!" Sam was fixing cognacs, she also had a box of cigars. One side the labels said 'It's a girl!' the other half was boy. "Do you ever feel sorry for Monica Lewinski?" Wrinkled his eyes not answering.

"Don't you like giving me facials?" Stella was practicing fellatio on a cigar, "Spluging all over our tits?"

"Don't you want to tie me up," Sam was lighting her cigar, "I'll be your submissive little bitch. Your cum dumpster..." Cloud of smoke made him catch his breath.

"Powerful men fucking the secretaries, fucking workplace harassment!" Stella had her skirt bunched up dipping the end of her cigar in her dripping pussy. "Treating woman like dirt. I made those fucking bastards pay!"

"Some woman like rape." Sam ignoring Gino talking to Stella. "Fucking victims don't have to feel guilty, telling their husbands is wasn't their fault for how good it felt.."

"Some woman like spankings." Stella hugging Sam, caressing her ass under her skirt. "Some women need it harder.." Kissing passionately leaving him gulping his cognac fixing another. "Do you want the paddle tonight?"

"Some woman like to dominate.." Sam puffing on her cigar, Stella opening Sam's blouse, "Men and woman.." Sam holding Stella's head to her breast so she can worship them. "Inflicting pain before pleasure so sweet..?"

"Some woman like to tease," Stella veering the conversation to another kink. Sam pushing Stella to her knees. "Wants her man watch as she submits to a woman." Stella dropping Sam's skirt, feather kisses around Sam's heart shaped landing strip.

"Put that back fuckhead!" Sam barked at Gino, fly open so he could relieve his aching cock.

"Nasty bitch! I haven't fucked your ass yet.." Anger and lust boiling up, ripping his shirt off.

"My asshole is off limits to little boys!" Sam's voice rising. Stella, butt on her heels, hands on the floor panting like a dog staring up at his angry purple cock.

"Please mistress, please, make him pound my shit hole.." Stella pleading between the battle of wills.

Gino yelled, "Piece of shit whore!" Sam's palm slashed at his cheek, loud smack turned his head. He was stunned at his reaction, adrenaline surge to fight back. "I'm sorry!" Dropping his raised closed fist.

Sam and Stella took the distracting opportunity to slam him in the seat handcuffing him to the sides of the steel frame lounge, "We got'em now!" Palms in the air for some high five's.

"You two are so beautiful together!" Sam ignoring Gino's protests, had Stella's personal porn video from their first weekend together, replaying on the big screen. Stella tugging his pants over his ankles.

"Both of you are going to get a spanking after you let me loose." Gino had his grin back. "And I'm not going to use my hand."

"Do you want me to wear my school girl outfit daddy?" Sam strutting around in her stilettos only.

"Please daddy, I love when you give me a bad girl spanking." Stella in her grey pencil skirt, white blouse buttoned to her neck. "Make me count every one." Putting her long braid into a tight bun donning a pair of thick black frame glasses.

"Che cazzo?" (what the fuck) He slipped into Italian with Stella standing over him with her hands on her hips, ramrod stiff backed severe bitch, blue eyes laser focused on his twitchy prick.

"Bloody hell.." A term he picked up from his English mentor. Sam was back with her black stockings, leather harness tying everything together. Putting a leather choker around Stella's neck with an attached leash.

Stella standing at his feet. Sam ordered, "Hike your skirt up slut." Inch by inch past her knees, her very fit quads. He'd never seen her labia so red and inflamed. Her fists holding the bunched up material at her hips.

Sam yelled, "Shut up sperm donor!" He may not even understand the words he's spewing. From behind her back she pulled the white panties she had tucked in her bondage harness. Full of dried menstrual fluids and brown skid marks stuffing them down his throat.

Sam tugged her leash forward so Stella had both feet each side of the lounge. Propped up to a recumbent position Gino's hips flexing restrained on the padded lounge helpless. "Orphan poop bend over.. hands on his shoulders." Stella's fat luscious lips pursed into a thin line.

"Gino I love you more that you will ever know.." Sam showed him the lumpy anal vibrator, same one from the video. "Ugh.." When Sam shoved it home giving Stella crazy eyes.

Sam lifted her hind quarter showing him she had something similar in her butt. Putting a remote in each of his hands, giving him a modicum of control. Gino got lucky seeing Sam shudder from his right hand pressing a button. Sam growled, "Daddy promise me you will punish me for what I'm about to do.."

"Mmph, mmph, mmfps!" Drawing his Icee blue eyes from Stella made Sam re-think her safe word. Tapping the primal caveman root in his brain.

Sam has a technique with her fingers to stop a man's eruption, three times in the shower this morning. Sam loves giving men blue balls, Gino was aching beyond reason.

Stella's fertile dripping vagina coating Sam's fist aiming his cock, masturbating him. Potent sperm weeping from the tiny slit, Sam yanked down on the leash of a rabid dog impaling his gushing cock. Breaking his promise insemiatming her fertile womb.

Room was spinning, Gino and Stella in the center of a tornado. Some where over the rainbow they were taking the first steps on the yellow brick road, "Hey you two!" Sam was splashing them with water. "We're not in Kansas!" Envy was tying Sam's guts in knots.

"Hey fuck wad!" Sam was covering her envy with brashness, she should be happy seeing her best friend kissing their lover. They had planned this for two weeks. Strange and different her hormones had been playing tricks on her all day. "Baby batter is going to make her look like a fat cow.."

"Cum in me, cum in me!" Stella's going berserk with the vibe in her rectum, sensations supercharging his two sperm factories. "Gino I love you, put your baby in me.." Stella collapsed in a heap of convulsions again.

"Good girl..." Sam's soft cooing woke Stella, her eyes wandering to a different world. "You need to put your feet up." Sam tugging on the leash leading Stella in a near trance setting her head on the ottoman and her feet over the back of the arm chair, "Good girl, take a nap..."

"Are you fucking cuckoo?" Gino's hands had some mobility front to back on the metal frame, sitting up scooting forward. Sam moved the lounge closer to Stella's high backed arm chair.

"Yeah.." Sam was surprisingly tender, kissing him with all her might, equally with give and take. "Did you know last night was magic? You changed me. I love you Gino..."

"Bitch you made me break my promise to Stella!" Gino was pressing his hands on the frame attempting to bust free. Frame was wrought steel, no way he was going to bust the welds. "She could get pregnant!"

"Sit back and relax asshole," Sam graced over to Stella, "You're going to fuck a baby in me too!" Baby batter was churning out of Stella's overturned baby factory, Sam scooped it up reinserting the ooze deep with three fingers.

"Mistress I'm sorry." Stella's smug smirk, "Look at his limp dick, I drained him!" Stella could see her laughter strike a nerve in Sam, envy in her eyes with a big E. Feelings Sam never known before, hormone going wild, top of her spine seemed to disconnect from her brain.

"Love you Stella.." Gino's softly spoken kind words plunged a knife into Sam's guts, eviserating pain, feeling feint. Sam's eyes clamped tight trying to escape the hallucination. Her head rolling across the room, her heart with its last beats pumping on the floor, her guts, liver and intestines splayed open on a butchers table.

"Ferrari.." Sam gasped with her last breath before the darkness.. The safe word Stella had only heard once, Sam curled in a fetal position on the floor sobbing, broken little baby, holding Stella's leash to her heart.

"Samantha Hastings!" Stella's command was a cattle prod jerking Sams body. "We both love you.. I can't move until you release my collar." Gino was in awe how deeply Sam and Stella were committed to each other. He even thought it may be pathological insanity.

"Samatha Hastings!" Gino prayed he had the proper tone and timbre in his voice, "Stand up!" Sam rose, a puppet on strings, his strings. "Both of you will have my spawn.." An unknown power surged through his body, "Give me the leash."

"Master please," Stella whimpered. "Bind me to the bench and spank me." Sam with her chin on her chest looking sideways down the hall hands behind her back fidgeting. Gino rattled his handcuffs trapping him to the lounge.

"What a fucking mess." Gino chuckled, "Two gutter sluts that want me to abuse them and I can't do anything about it." Stella's right foot stabbing in the air on an imaginary throttle pedal. Sam's tummy rippling with suppressed giggles. "I want my nasty bitches back!"

"Vroom, vroom!" Stella was unbuckling her collar. Both of them laughing, best buddies on top of the world.

"Little boy," Sam was putting the sex toy remotes back in his hands, "Don't drop these again."

Stella swiped some of the goo between her legs tasting it before rolling out of the chair. Standing tall both of them shared a loving kiss and embrace. "He's getting hard for you baby.." Primping each other, Stella tightening the patent leather straps on Sam's harness.

Sam smoothes Stellas skirt, "Sexy librarian, every schoolboys dream." Unbuttoning Stella's blouse for some alluring cleavage, "Makes me want to go to the library." Glasses on the tip of Stella's nose so she can gaze over the top with sultry blues eyes pushing Gino back to the lounge.

"He likes the look," Stella points. "His cock looks like a magic wand that is going make us both fat and happy!"

"Take your medicine little boy.." Sam fed him two yellow pills, bottle of water, "Can't take any chances.."

"Both of us are ovulating for the next couple days," Stella has a new film on the big screen. Last night's lovemaking, Stella's torture. Sam mounting his resurgent love pole, tucking the semi turgid flesh in her baby maker.

"Right there..." Sam moaned, "Can you hit that spot when you cum? Thats the channel to my eggs."

Gino groaned also, his hands able to grip the leather straps on her thighs. "Fuck your pussy's milking my cock.."

"Tell us you want us to have your babies.." Stella held his jaw so she could stare into his eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Sam had reached behind, her middle finger massaging his prostrate prolonging his ejaculations, "Little girls that look just like their mothers!" Delirious Gino was pumping all the love his testes could produce.

Stella let them kiss, making love, tearing her heart apart, selfishly needing him all for herself. "Why are you crying honey?" Sam was holding her hand so Stella couldn't run away.

Gino's soft loving voice that both of them craved, "Love you Sam.." Stella broke out with convulsing shrieking sobs, a world ending orgasm. Gino looked on in confusion trapped on what they referred to as his milking bench.

Even more confounding was the spilt screen video playing on the big screen. Him and Sam making love last night, every time Stella looked up it was a slap in the face. Her body flailing from being tied to the whipping post. "I'll always love you baby.." Sam turning Stella's head away, joining together in a desperate hug.

"Don't take him away from me.." Stella breaking out a new set of tears, hormone doing crazy things to their emotions. Semen soaked labia's scissoring together and the other visuals had his cock stiff and on fire.

"Both of you bitches are crazy!" Yelling Gino got their attention, "What's gotten into you two?"

"You can feel it can't you?" Stella's eyes wide open at some revelation.

"My guilt?" Sam palmed her belly button, "My envy of you bundled in my belly, kicking and scratching? Envious of my soul sister! I wanted you to rip my guts out!"

"His voice saying he loved you made my skin crawl! Cruelest thing he has ever said!" Stella shivered. "How could I be jealous of you! I wanted you to whip the guilt out of me! Bloody stripes across my back, permanent scars for life, then I wanted more..."

"Shut the fuck up asshole!" Sam didn't want the kiss to end. He was getting louder.

"Do your breasts feel different today? Stella cupping her tits over the silk blouse. "Hot and bursting?"

"My tits are aching for somebody to suck them dry," Sam's harness frames them perfectly.

"Fucking cunts let me loose!" His bellowing seemed to echo from the neighboring skyscrapers. Stella and Sam untangling themselves on the fancy Persian rug, he was beginning to think it was a magic carpet.

"Shut the fuck up dildo!" Sam's eyes went to the nasty panties in Stella's red fingernails. "You can suck my teats or.." Both of them made a point of clinking their heels on the hardwood floors meandering towards the thrashing Gino.

"Gincarlo relax.." Stella knew he hated that name. Something about an uncle and his parents fleeing to Sicily never to hear from them again. Gino had scratched the hardwood floor with his antics, Sam with a provocative pose pointing at the damage with her black high heels. His wrists were getting raw, "You may hurt yourself."

"We need to clean up." Sam was resetting Stella's bun that was coming loose. Tugging tight Stella's forehead, hair so taught it made her eyes squint, cheekbones sharp. Stella tightening the leather straps, waist and chest band so tight it constricted Sam's breathing. Sam and Stella working together to stuff the dirty panties in Sam's sloppy cunt.

"We need to talk." Stella pacing, heels ticking like a clock, ticking down the seconds of a time bomb. "You need a safe word, mine is 'Maserati', never as good as a Ferrari, Sam's is Ferrari.." Sam's oiled hands doing their magic, snapping his nuts when he was close to ejaculating.

"You listen to me bitches.." His guttural low voice, "No man touches either of you or I am gone.." Both of them stopped in their tracks. "Estella Martin, Samatha Hastings." Both of them fell to their knees, hands behind their back. "We will take turns being the boss," Both of them giggled at his dick twitching.

"Whatever I do to you, you can do to me when you are the boss." Gleeful heads shaking on both sides, "Both of you are going to get a spanking when you let me free."

"Thank you daddy!" In unison.

"I know the 'Terrible Twins' will gang up on me." Both of them slipped clapping their hands with joy. "Love puppies!" He laughed, both of them lapping and licking his bone. "I will never leave my children." Solemn word and his promise, only a fool wouldn't know by now they wanted to be pregnant..

"Don't cum!" Stella interrupted.

"Save it for our pussies!" Sam made him grunt with her hands threatening his family jewels.

"Promise me one last thing.." Both of them held their breath for his last request, "No.. Safe.. Words." a sinister ultimatum.

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"Good boy." Sam had lovingly treated his wrists with lotion before applying the leather cuffs, Gino laughing at them submitting to their cruel intentions.

Hands together over his head chained to the wall on a large bed. Stella's heels clicking across the floor of what would have been the maids quarters. Arms crossed under her covered boobs supervising, glasses gave the impression of a harsh headmistress.

"Childbirth is the most pain a woman can endure," Stella stated clinically.

"Men think they are tough.." Sam laughed straddling his head, "Lick my ass little boy." Backing up, fondling his nut sack.

"All that pain creates so much love..." Stella's voice trailed off. "I'm going to have natural childbirth, no anesthetic.. what so ever." Gino's feet began flailing, his hips being controlled with her thumbs over the base of his cock, fingers gripping his nuts. "I think he needs to breathe."

Huffing, "Freakin' fuckholes.." He's smiling.

"Bastard suck the rag out of my cunt." Sam relished his enthusiasm. Teeth nibbling her labia, tongue diving for a thread to pull. Sharp whiskers on his chin stabbing and tingling her clit. Spasm rocking her forward letting the nasty soaked panties plop out on his cheek. "Gino I love you!"

"Fucking jerk.." Stella angrily shakes her covered breasts over her crossed arms. Gino sucking on the gross panty pacifier brings rage to Stella's eyes, "Put a baby in that fucking cunt.."

Sam was already grinding, swiveling her hips on his pole. Reverse cowgirl leaned back so Stella can see his cock distend her Venus mons. Pubic muscles pulsing knowing she has to overcome the torture that they have perpetrated on his prick. Sam's sneer, "Jealous bitch I'm going to drain him.."

"Fuck me!" Gino spit out the the gag. Mirror on the ceiling he witnessed Stella's backhand nearly rip Sam's head off. Painful cunt contraction nearly made him cum, "Don't stop!" Stella's frenzy of slaps, her face, breasts are full of red hand prints, punches just above her pubic bone added an external sensation shriveling his nut sack.

"Wake up.." Stella's tender voice in his dreams, little baby girls suckling a loving mothers teats. Tiny babies learning how to giggle touching his scratchy whiskers, bouncing on his knees. Their first words are going to be 'Da-da'. "Wake up. You need to drink some water."

"What were you dreaming?" Stella's question didn't help with his disorientation, wrists and ankles cuffed spread eagle on the bed. Sam naked as the day she was born curled in a ball sucking her thumb between his outstretched feet. "You were cooing and giggling in your sleep."

"Is she going to be OK?" Propped up on a pillow, at least his limbs had limited movement. Able to bend his elbows and knees somewhat.

"When Sam wakes up she will love me more than ever before.." Stella cuddled close playing with his thick black chest hairs. "She swears she can feel a baby growing inside her."

"Love you Sam." He hopes she can hear him in her dreams, there was a pause in her sweet little snores. Stella flinched, both of them had a wry smile catching each others eyes in the reflection above them.

"Words can be cruel, sometimes they hurt more than the real thing.." Stella got to her knees beside him. "Love it when you call me names." Undoing her messy bun. Giving him a solo show, "When you rip my clothes off.." Buttons flying ruining her silk blouse. "Pinching and twisting my nipples.." Her breasts snapped back, dents from her red fingernails.

"Love you Sam!" He spoke loud hoping to interrupt her slumber.

"Nasty fucker!" Stella tearing at her skirt, waist band was too strong letting the tatters hang around her belly behind her. "Finger my cunt till I squirt!" Four fingers masturbating herself, popping out so she could slap her labia hard, red and inflamed when she was overwhelmed.

Tremors subsiding Stella was sprawled over the restrained Gino. "Love you Stella, with my last breath.." Her kiss nearly took his breath away.

"Limp dick mother fucker!" Sam was awake.

"Fucking whores you wore me out!" His fists on the nylon webbing testing the strength. Both of them walking around the room laughing. "Let me loose so I can give both of you a spanking!"

"We have a selection of paddles to choose from," Sam was displaying a highly polished wood paddle with many holes on the flat, leather wrapped handle.

"This one leaves nice stripes," Stella had a fiberglass yardstick, bent it almost in half letting it spring back, "Unbreakable!"

"Please I need some water.." He was exhausted. It was near sunset when he was led to the windowless room, couldn't venture a guess what time it was. Laughed when they fed him more yellow dick pills.

"I need to piss.." He thought surely they would let him up. His eyes became wide when they turned the red light on in the dark corner. Tiled floor with a drain in the middle. Multiple shower heads and handheld sprayers, plain toilet and sink at the far wall.

Several pieces of water proof benches and stools. Opened the cabinet sorting through the enema bags until they found a hospital piss bottle. "Going to be a waste.." Stella chuckled. They helped him relieve himself, had to get a second bottle.

"She needs your hard cock." Sam was drenching Stella with lavender scented body oils. "She needs your jizz deep in her womb.." Sam was disappointed with his yawn.

"We took some of those old fashioned college study pills." Stella let him in on their secret, "We are doing an all nighter.."

"Think of what you are going to do to us," Sam wrapping herself around Stella oiled bodies glistening. "Make us beg?" Sam slithering to the floor, hands on Stella's hips, lips inches away from her slot, "Degrade us.." Started with a trickle.

Both hands Stella opened her folds, golden shower filling Sam's starving gullet, droplets overflowing streaming down her neck. Waterfall from the tips of her breasts, tributaries flowing to Sam's delta. He growled, "First I'm going to fuck your ass so hard it bleeds Samantha Hastings!" Sam's piss arcing thru the air.

Both of them kissing as Sam and Stella approached him on the bed. Smearing more oil and piss over their nakedness, spitting in each other faces. Envious jealous bitches gone feral. "Piss whores..." Even he was impressed how hard and raw his cock stood out. Sucked his breath through his teeth when Stella straddled his hips impaling herself.

Couple of minutes for Sam to adjust Stella's wrist cuffs and chains framed over the bed. Stella's fists gripping the restraints so she could use her arms to rise and fall on his sore prick. Outstretched arms giving him a tantalizing view of her tits bouncing and jiggling. "Love you Sam.." He didn't want her using the leather riding crop in her hand on him.

Whap! On the sole of his foot breaking him out of his passive state. Feet kicking, his arms snapping at his restraints, tickling to bottom of his other foot kept his hips gyrating into Stella. Hearing the whistle of the horse whip, bracing himself, felt the crack on her ass through Stella's cunt locking down on the base of his cock. Again he felt Stella's labia crushing to his pubic bone, rattle in her hips lasted for many seconds.

"It's only just begun.." Sam's sing-song voice was ominous. Swish in the air, loud snap on her ass Stella's hips jolted in waves of pain and pleasure swirling his hard cock in her womb. Sam began stroking the flats of the riding crop up and down his ball sack, "Breed her little boy.."

Erupting bursts of biological consequences that he didn't believe possible. Sam's ball busting glare. Stella's hands grabbing at the air, reaching for the stars. He knows his words are a punch to Sam's gut, "Love you Stella!" Icee blue eyes challenge Sam's emerald orbs of power and superiority.

Suspended in a swirling cloud of conflicting emotions, his vulnerability open to Sam was his gift to her, his strength. Loathing of men, her daddy, no man would ever dominate her, manipulated against her. Now she was ashamed, how could she hurt the man she loved..."Do it bitch!" He suddenly understood, craving the pain, knowing it would hurt Sam...

Smelling salts snapped his eyes open. "Not done with you yet." Sam's fake smile hid her turmoil. Stella's chest heaving, kegal contractions bringing his prick back to life.

"Love you Gino.. Love when you lose control, pinching and biting my tits.. teeth marks and bruises," Stella had him craning his neck to get closer, "Swollen barely fitting in my bra, only you Gino.."

Sighing regretfully, "Stell.." Sam eyed her near pristine perfect breasts. "No one would ever get between us.." Stella puffed her chest out, "Can we be together again?" Sam straddled his chest, Sam and Stella with a tentative brush of their lips.

Kisses became more passionate, Sam moving to worship Stella's restrained upper body. Feather kisses on the undersides of Stella's boobs had her moaning, "Love you Sam.. never wanted to hurt you..." Gino started laughing.

"Shut up little boy.." Sam jammed her feet under his restrained arms smashing her butt crack on his nose and mouth. Kissing Stella, caressing her body, making love to her. Passions rising with the gentle circles of Stella's love button. Gino's body begins to thrash, chest heaving from being smothered.

"Harder baby.." Stella arching for a back flip over the cliff, "Hurt me..." Both of them trembling with aftershocks listening to his rasping breaths.

"She needs it Giancarlo..." Sam started laughing, Stella laughing with her, his little boy voice.

"Momie.. yes Momie.." Sniveling baby boy begging for a treat. It's been many years since the terrible twins had reduced a man to a childish psychotic mess.

"It's been so long! Remember the President of the frat house?" Guffaws of best buddies recalling how they tied him up, pink rope holding the pink dildo in his ass. Blindfolded so he couldn't tell which of his plebes took the pictures.

A couple more stories, "No nappy little boy.." Crack of the capsule snapped his eyes wide open. Sam dropped another penis pill in his gapping mouth, "Baby needs his bottle.." Amyl nitrate went straight to his dick.

Stella's wry smile as his soldier came to attention with her pussy lips gliding back and forth. Sam holding the rubber nipple from a real baby bottle to his lips, primal instincts taking over. He was a babe in wonderland. "Listen to him goo-goo.." Sam tossed the empty bottle away.

Gino's eyes drifting shut, head falling to the side into a nap, "He's so cute.." Stella untangling herself to kneel within his legs. "Can't keep his eyes open." Sam clicked his ankle cuff to Stella's wrist.

"Coochy-coo.." Sam made his toes curl tickling the sole of the other foot attached to Stella's outstretched arms. Flaps on the riding crop tickle his sides and arm pits, he giggles then his eyes drift back to a baby's slumber. Gino was clueless sucking the tip of Sam's strapon... cried a little bit when she took his pacifier away.

Distant dream that slips away when Gino woke.. loud long fart reminded him that he had been fucked up the ass royally. Dry cotton mouth, pounding headache, even Sam's satin sheets poked him with porcupine pricks. "Fuckin bitches!" From some where he hoped they would bring him water and aspirin before he passed out again...

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