A Table for Three Pt. 09

All good things must come to an end, and Steve's latest vacation with Alice and Kate was no exception. With the prospect of separation looming, he found himself gripped by a sense of imminent loss. He didn't want to leave the little family unit that was growing between them. In a fit of misguided nostalgia, he asked the girls to bind him to the table again before he left, so he could re-enact the thrill of his very first meeting with the kinky couple. When they suggested that he wait until next time, asking became begging, until Alice shrugged and agreed that they might squeeze in one more adventure.

Of course, Alice wasn't satisfied with a simple repeat of his original humiliation. Instead of bending him over the table, she instead had him get down on the floor, naked, face down and ass up. Kate none too gently pulled his hands behind his back, cuffing them, forcing his face down against the floorboards. After some muted discussion, Alice popped out and returned with a length of wood and some rope. These were used to spread his ankles as far apart as he could bear. As an afterthought, Alice popped a cushion under his face to relieve the pressure.

It took him all of five seconds to have second thoughts, especially when he realised that it was nearly impossible for him to escape the position. It was awkward, a little painful, and deeply vulnerable. It didn't help that his hosts, initially reluctant to indulge him, were clearly warming to the idea.

"I should fuck him," Kate said.

Steve heard Alice sigh dramatically and kept his opinions to himself, hoping that she was about to veto the idea. Better that Kate be mad at her rather than at him, considering the circumstances.

"Not very imaginative, is it Kate?" Alice chided her.

"He can't just present his asshole like that and expect NOT get fucked."

"Hmm," Alice mused, tapping her foot on the floor.

"The little slut begged to be abused and stuck his ass in the air," Kate pressed the point. "He's spent all this time with us, sticking his cock wherever he wants, and he still hasn't lost his cherry."

That wasn't completely true, Steve thought, remembering the way both women had ravaged his asshole with their fingers on their first night together. He felt that he'd certainly dented his cherry, if not popped it, and suffered his fair share, but his attempt to express that view was immediately shut down by Kate.

"Steve," she said coldly, "do you want me to kick those dangling little bollocks up into your throat? Because that's where they're going if you interrupt me again."

"Sorry," he muttered hurriedly.

"Aww," Alice laughed, kneeling down to cup his now tightening scrotum. Oh God, it was very exposed in this position. "Who would want to hurt these sweet little things?"

"I just think he should be fucked nice and hard before we put him back on the train," Steve could hear the casual shrug in Kate's voice: a reasonable woman making a reasonable point. "I'll get the strap-on and make him the perfect little bride."

"Kate," Steve felt his voice quaver, "I'm not really ready for that. I..." His explanation trailed off into a pained moan as Alice flicked his right testicle hard without warning. A dreadful sensation spread across his belly. He would have described it as numbness, except it hurt too damn much and made him feel a bit sick.

"Steve," Alice said gently, "that was very nearly an interruption."

"I'm sorry," he gasped. Unfortunately this simply drew another flick, this one to his left testicle. His body instinctively attempted to convulse and escape the pain, but his posture and the improvised spreader bar between his ankles didn't really allow it.

"Don't apologise to me, you silly goose," Alice gave his sack a friendly, but excessively firm, pat which made his stomach lurch.

"I'm sorry I interrupted you, Kate."

"You think I won't kick you in the balls, you stupid whore?" Kate sounded genuinely frustrated, so Steve hurried to assure that he absolutely believed she would, it would be entirely justified for her to do so, and, by the way, she was quite simply the most perfect woman to ever exist. This seemed to soothe her a bit, because her next argument was directed to Alice.

"See? He worships me. Why can't I fuck him?"

Alice sighed again. Dealing with Kate's obsessive need to have whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it, was a taxing job. "Because, Baby, he doesn't want it yet. It's a big step for him. You don't want to make your new husband sad, do you?" Kate's sullen silence suggested that empathy alone was not going to sway the jury, so Alice smoothly switched tack. "Also, don't you think that we might be overdoing the butt stuff recently? There's a point where it loses its magic, you know."

At the point where it's happening to me, thought Steve, but his aching balls reminded him to keep quiet. Best to let Alice act as his advocate.

"This is about the stories, isn't it?" Kate said, incredulously. "You're not protecting his feelings, you're just worried that you'll bore your audience."

The what? Nothing Kate just said made any sense to him.

"Kind of breaking the fourth wall here, Kate..." Alice muttered.

"Oh shut up," Kate scoffed. She knelt down across from Alice, fondly stroking Steve's butt. "You're internet-famous, Steve. Emily Bronte here has fictionalised your little romance to get attention."

"I'm... sorry, what?"

"Kate!" Alice protested, sounding mortified. "I did change your name, and hers..."

"Personally, I'd have asked for your permission first," Kate said sweetly (Steve very much doubted that, but let it go), "but Alice is so desperate for approval from online masturbators that she's exposed her shameful private life on the internet -- and yours with it." Steve's brain finally began to catch up, but any thoughts of confronting Alice on the matter vanished when Kate's palm cracked across his backside.

"Online masturbators is a bit harsh," muttered Alice. "I've had some lovely and supportive comments. Surprisingly classy crowd, really."

Steve felt that she was focusing on the wrong parts of this revelation, but another slap from Kate derailed his train of thought again. He wiggled his ass a bit, inviting her to continue. To his surprise she planted a big kiss on his buttock, giving his hips an affectionate squeeze, before bringing her hand down hard in another slap. He could only gasp softly as she continued to spank him, her free hand slipping beneath him to squeeze and fondle his balls as she worked. His cock was rock hard and quivering against his belly, but neither of the girls seemed interested in helping him with it.

Finally, Kate reclined alongside him, slightly breathless and flushed with exertion. Steve's butt cheeks were tingling and he was getting a really stiff neck, but compared to the usual torments Kate liked to inflict, the spanking had been almost pleasant. With his face mushed into the pillow, he could just about meet her gaze. Her usually cold grey eyes were sparkling with a sort of wintry joy, and when she spoke her voice was almost a whisper. "You're safe for today, Steve, but not forever. Next time we meet I'm going to fuck you in the ass, and you are going to love it. I'm going to make you my little slut, forever."

Steve managed a little squeak of agreement in return, unexpectedly overwhelmed. He'd never expected his butt to be a big ticket item with the ladies, that was flattering enough, but it was the look on Kate's face that rendered him mute. He'd seen it sometimes, just for a second, directed towards Alice when the little brunette wasn't looking. Real affection, or at least Kate's distorted version of it.

Maybe Kate realised she'd dropped the mask for a moment, because she changed the subject with whiplash-inducing speed. "Do you know what the saddest thing is? Alice, tell him the saddest thing about your little literary attempts. And I don't mean your pathetic rating chasing."

Alice made a few embarrassed huffing noises, but predictably caved in to Kate's demands. "Well, um, it's not been entirely what I expected." Steve waited for her to continue but Alice seemed reluctant to elaborate further.

"She means that she's unhappy that everyone was so respectful. Alice is such a sad case that she's actually disappointed she didn't get showered with personal insults and dick pics in her private mails. Humiliation fetish... truly pathetic." Kate flashed him a sudden dazzling smile. "Of course, you're hardly occupying the high ground yourself right now, are you?"

Steve felt himself blush, but swallowed any retort. Best to wait until he wasn't cuffed, spread, and totally helpless before arguing with her. He definitely wasn't going to bring up her solo clown horn concert in retaliation. Kate rewarded his good sense with a kiss on the cheek, before rolling easily back to her feet.

"So, he's rock hard, and I bet you're getting wet, thinking of exposing your shameful thoughts in your little stories," Kate sounded thoroughly pleased with herself. "How about we fuck him up a bit more and then you can buy me dinner. I'm starving."

Oh you evil bitch, Steve groaned inwardly. Getting them both worked up and then threatening to cut the fun short.

Alice was soon standing behind him with Kate, idly kicking him in the back of the thigh while they discussed ideas. Kate, prioritising efficiency over inventiveness, was in favour of fetching a cane from the garden and thrashing Steve with it until he cried. "Do you think covering his balls with hot sauce will speed things up?" Alice wanted something more elaborate and competitive. In the end they compromised, which is to say that Alice got her own way, so long as she hurried things along towards lunch.

Steve's contribution to their high-level diplomacy was to bend over with the top of his head touching the wall, hands still cuffed above his waist, and legs forced wide open. Unable to resist in any effective way, he'd had to suffer helplessly as Alice dunked his balls in a Tupperware container filled with ice water. She'd held it there until she was scared it might do real damage, and then allowed blood to rush back in, leaving him agonisingly sensitive.

Steve had discovered that the girls sometimes livened up working hours by playing ping pong on the main table. He'd had a few goes himself, genuinely losing to Alice, who had the reaction speed of a mongoose, and making sure to lose to Kate, who hit every ball like she wanted it dead. Now he found himself flinching as speeding ping pong balls smacked off the wall around him. A stinging shot pinged off his butt cheek, making him yelp, more in indignation than pain.

"Good shot," Kate said grudgingly.

"Loser buys lunch?" Alice said.

"Right."

More balls went rocketing off the wall in front of him, a couple slapping into his ass or thighs.

"We should use squash balls," Kate opined, "it would hurt more."

"I'm not breaking a window," muttered Alice, clearly focusing on her next shot. "Don't move Steve."

Steve, feeling all kinds of stupid at being the butt of Alice's latest game, started to protest that this one wasn't one of her best ideas. He felt sure that Kate would back him up on that, at least. Then a blinding pain exploded between his thighs, followed by Alice's whoop of triumph, nearly buckling his legs.

"Was that a point? Steve, you can't just moan, you have to say if it was a point."

Trying not to fall over and go fetal, Steve took a shuddering breath and declared "Point to Alice" through gritted teeth.

"Nice. Just aim for those juicy, dangling nuts. Easy." Alice laughed. "First to ten?"

"Fuck no, we'll be here forever," Kate grumbled. "Make it five." She swore as her power shot deflected off his hip. "Stupid game."

By the time the game ended 5-to-2 in Alice's favour, only the energetic little brunette was happy. Steve had to crouch down and wait for the waves of throbbing pain to subside, before hobbling to the bedroom to get dressed. Kate was visibly annoyed, not least because she now had to reach for her credit card. When they walked along the promenade, Alice practically skipped ahead, jumping up to run along the sea wall. Unusually, it was Kate who dropped back to check on him, taking his arm.

"Can you make it?" she asked with the hint of a smile.

"I think so. Just a bit bruised."

Kate stopped him with a gentle tug on the arm, turning him around to face her. Before he could say a word, she pulled his head down to kiss him on the lips. The kiss continued long enough to leave him a little dizzy and self-conscious, aware that holiday makers had turned to watch the regal blonde make out with her man. Steve's mouth quirked in a grin as it occurred to him that Alice, smaller, and show-boating ahead of them along the sea wall, might have been mistaken for their hyperactive child.

"We can't send you home tomorrow with nothing but bruised balls to show for it," Kate said decisively. Then she pulled him in tighter, whispering in his ear, and he felt his erection pressing against her body as she laid out her plan.

II

They took lunch at the beachside cafe, then bought ice creams to enjoy as they strolled through town. The glittering blue sweep of the bay dominated the view below them as they hiked up to a quiet spot between the high street and the promenade. There, a neat lawn, enclosed by high hedges and pink and blue rhododendron bushes, created a little island sheltering them from the hot sun and the throng of tourists. They sat on a bench for a while, finishing their ice creams and chatting.

"How are you feeling?" Alice asked, popping the last piece of soggy ice cream cone into her mouth.

"Sore," Steve said. "My balls have taken a beating today."

"Sorry about that," Alice looked contrite, "I just get carried away when you dangle them in front of me. I was talking more about emotionally, though. How do you feel about leaving tomorrow?"

Steve stretched his legs out in front of him, putting an arm around Kate's waist, as he considered his answer. "I don't want to go. Not just I don't want the holiday to be over... I don't want to leave you two."

Alice nodded, glancing over at her girlfriend. "We don't want you to go either, but it's probably best if you have some more time to think. The honeymoon period won't last and three can be a crowd."

"I've had plenty of time to think about it," Steve smiled, "and I want to take the chance."

"Even if it means letting go of your old life?" Kate asked sharply. "You'll be the one quitting your job and leaving everything behind."

"And we can't patch over the cracks with sex games forever," Alice added. "You really have to be sure."

Steve nodded, putting on a show of thinking it over as he watched the seagulls circle high overhead. The truth was that he'd never forgive himself for walking away from this. He wanted to be close to them both, even if it ended badly. Sometimes you just had to take a risk. "Yes, I'm really sure. All the way."

Kate gave him a little squeeze around the waist, resting her head on his shoulder. "Then you'll want to get your affairs in order, and we need to get a bigger place."

Alice nodded seriously, "We were already crammed in like sardines even without you there, especially trying to work from home. So, an upgrade was already on the cards. I'll have to look into making you an official employee as well, or contractor, or whatever. Whatever works out best for us, financially."

"Not co-owner?" Steve smiled.

"Of course not," Kate snorted. "We want you under our thumb."

Alice looked a little concerned. "Seriously, you will be very dependent on us, for a job, a place to live. It might not be healthy."

"I think the ship may have sailed on healthy," Steve said, suppressing his own misgivings. "I'm resigned to being owned by Kate at this point." And I'm pretty sure Kate's owned by you, he thought, which is the best insurance I'm going to get.

"Well..." Alice chewed on her thumb thoughtfully. "Guess Kate's right then, you need to sort out your shit. Next time you come to visit, you won't be leaving."

Steve felt a euphoric tide rising in his chest and failed to keep the goofy smile off his face. There was nothing he wanted more. They sat together in happy silence, each thinking about the road ahead. With the bees buzzing in the flowers, the warmth of the sun, and Kate leaning against him, Steve was in no hurry to break the mood. It was only when the blonde gave a significant cough that he remembered her earlier whispered instructions.

Kissing Kate on top of her head, he disentangled himself from her loose grasp and stood up, motioning for Alice to come to him. She got up from the ground, brushing dried grass from her clothes and stepped into his embrace, letting him kiss her and lift her off the ground. He bounced her in his arms, looking into her eyes. "I love you, Alice. I love you both."

The little brunette beamed at him, trying to wrap her legs around his waist, but he stopped her and set her down again. "But, I'm going to need you to take your clothes off right now."

Alice blinked, darting a look at Kate, who nodded, then at the archway in the hedge that led into their little haven. "I can't do it here, someone might come in any minute."

"Best you hurry up then," Steve said. "Or we can both strip you, take your clothes, and leave you here."

"Oh, fuck," Alice squirmed. Fear and excitement flickered across her face, before settling into an expression of nervous determination. Whereas Kate looked as elegant as ever in an expensive sundress, Alice had just thrown on jogging pants and a t-shirt after her morning run. She peeled out of both of them, leaving her standing in her underwear in the bright sunlight.

"All of it, Alice."

She sighed, shedding the bra, before sliding down her panties and stepping out of them. Steve took a moment to admire her slim, toned body, motioning for her turn around. Alice did so, giving him a fine view of her firm little bottom.

"Touch your toes," Steve ordered. When she did so, he smacked her buttocks hard, drawing a gasp of arousal. "You are a beautiful, clever, brave little girl," he said, spanking her again. "But you're also a conceited, manipulative, attention-seeking little slut." He slapped her ass hard enough to make her yelp and shudder. "As much as I love you, you might also be the most pathetic little pervert I've ever heard of." She moaned with delight, even before he crooked his fingers and reached between her legs to stroke her.

He looked back over his shoulder to Kate, who smiled lazily and got up to look through the archway, before giving him a thumb's up gesture.

Squatting down, he reached his arms between her legs, curling his arms so that his biceps pressed against the back of her knees, then he yanked her straight up into the air, making her scream a bit in surprise. Alice's excited exclamation was cut off when he clasped his fingers behind her head in a wrestler's full-nelson, holding her in the air, nearly folded in half, with her knees up near her shoulders, legs spread wide.

Barely able to breath with her head pushed down towards her chest, Alice could only make wheezy noises of protest as he carried her around the lawn, presenting her like a trophy to the windows of the tall houses overlooking their sheltered nook. "This is what you dream about, isn't it?" he asked her. "The whole world seeing what a stupid little slut you really are. You look completely ridiculous." He turned her towards the sea, holding her over a bush. "I wonder if anyone on those sailboats is looking up at us? Can you see anyone with binoculars, Alice?"

Alice's breathless protests sounded increasingly like a failing steam kettle coming the boil, reaching their highest pitch when Steve marched her over to the archway. "No, no, no, no, no..."

"One little heave and out you go," Steve grunted, starting to feel the strain of holding her up. "I bet there are people out on the street right now."

"Please..." Alice whined.

"Should I do it, Kate?"

Kate walked over to stand beside him, tapping a finger against her lower lip. "She definitely wants you to do it." She reached over and trailed her finger between Alice's legs. "That's what I thought. The little whore is dripping everywhere. Let's give her the exposure she wants."

Alice's frantic denial turned into a squeaky scream as Steve released the hold behind her neck and threw her forward, only catching her again at the last moment.

"Fuck!" she yelped, going limp with relief. "Oh, God."

"You could call for help," Kate said dryly. "I bet someone would come running."

"Oh, fuck you... arrrgggh!" Alice screamed again as Steve set her down suddenly, then gave her a forceful shove. She hurtled through the archway and out of sight, scrambling back inside seconds later, white with shock. "Oh my God!"

Kate laughed appreciatively, "Even I didn't expect you to go that far. Better watch out, Alice, our little slave is growing some teeth."

Alice's face went from alabaster to bright red as she rounded on Steve, fists clenched by her side. "You can't do that! Oh fuck, someone must have seen me. We have to go."

"Oh no," Kate shook her head, "we aren't done yet." She moved behind Steve, pushing his jeans down his thighs. Alice's eyes widened as his cock sprang free, getting wider still as Kate took off her sundress. "You're not getting your clothes back until we've both cum. You know the position, breeding bitch."

To her credit, Alice didn't hesitate for long, getting on all fours and presenting for him despite the threat of discovery. Not at all certain that he could last long if he went straight in, Steve let Alice get to work between Kate's spread legs for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sight of the blonde laid out on her back, being eaten out with great enthusiasm. When Kate's tanned thighs began to squeeze her girlfriend's head, Steve knelt down and guided his cock up against Alice's pussy, pushing inside without ceremony.

Encouraged by an eager moan from Alice, Steve grabbed her hips and began pumping into her. "Fuck her!" Kate moaned, "fuck her hard!" He obliged, smashing his hips into Alice's round ass hard enough to shake her whole body, driving his cock deep inside. The battering the brunette was taking from behind was mirrored from the front, Kate locking her thighs around Alice's head, pulling her hair, and violently humping her face. "Use the little whore!" Kate ordered, before coherent speech vanished under a tidal wave of orgasm.

Steve would have followed quickly in her wake, had Kate not planted both feet against his body and pushed him out and away. At first he thought the kick had been an unfortunate accident in the moment of release, and tried to mount the brunette again, but Kate found her words long enough to order him to stop, leaving him throbbing and frustrated on his knees. Typically, Kate kept Alice locked between her legs and forced her to deliver a second orgasm, before sparing a thought for his needs.

"Okay," Kate breathed, stretching out luxuriously on the lawn. "Give her a facial."

"Can I just fuck her, please?" Steve asked. "I'm really horny here."

"No you can't. Alice, put your t-shirt back on. Hurry up. Good... now lie on your back." Once her girlfriend had complied, Kate smiled indulgently up at him. "Cover her stupid face with cum, Steve. Alice will help you."

This the brunette seemed happy to do. Although just as frustrated as he was by the sudden withdrawal, Alice proceeded to stroke him off at a slow and loving pace, adding to his pleasure by licking under the shaft and sucking gently on his balls. He encouraged her in turn by pinching her nipples, giving them a hard twist whenever his balls were safely away from her teeth. When the flood came, Steve took hold of his cock, guiding it to achieve maximum coverage and dutifully milking out every drop.

"I hope you're satisfied," he looked at Kate.

She reluctantly came up onto all fours herself, padding over to inspect her girlfriend's face. "Oh, good job. Glazed her like a doughnut. Well done, my love." She held out her arms, accepting his help in regaining her feet. "And now would be a good time to get dressed and get out of here. I might need some support going down the hill," she whispered, "that little slut is getting really good at eating pussy. My legs are like fucking rubber."

"Um, guys," Alice was back on her feet and looking awkward in just her t-shirt, her face still smeared with wet semen. "Has anyone got a tissue? I didn't bring a purse and these yoga pants don't have any pockets."

"You don't need a tissue," Kate smirked, "because you won't be wiping anything off. You can walk ten paces ahead of us on the way home too."

Alice blushed furiously. "I can't do that!"

"Maybe people will mistake it for sunscreen," Steve grinned.

"You can do it," Kate said firmly, "and you absolutely are doing it."

"Oh God," Alice moaned, stopping herself at the last second from burying her face in her hands. Instead, she bent over to retrieve her underwear.

"Nope," Kate snapped. "Steve will be carrying the rest. You get to wear the t-shirt and a load of cum."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Alice squeaked, tugging feebly at the hem of the t-shirt to demonstrate how completely inadequate the length was. Steve couldn't help noticing that her nipples were tenting dramatically against the fabric when she stretched it.

"Walk ahead of us and keep it pulled down," Kate said calmly, as Steve collected the loose articles of clothing. "If you stay focused you might not expose your cunt to every tourist in town. It's only a twenty minute walk home, you'll be fine."

Alice's voice somehow went up an octave, "Twenty?! It's a ten minute walk."

"Not the way you're going," Kate smiled placidly. "Now.... WALK!"