“Shit,” Samantha cursed, turning on the gas stove. “My phone’s in my room.”
I was sitting at our so-called dining table, having just finished my cornflakes, and admiring her choice of clothing: loose vest and sexy knickers.
“D’ya want some coffee?” Samantha asked, filling the old kettle with one hand and pulling at the slither of cloth between her if I might say so, delightful buttocks with the other.
“Well do ya,” she demanded, looking over her shoulder and catching me in the act. I nodded and pretended not to notice her smiling. Then after placing the kettle on the stove, she moved towards one of the armchairs scattered around the room. Immediately I saw she had set the gas too high, and yellow-tipped flames danced along the sides of the kettle.
Although I’m a brainiac, I have an autistic nature, and the simplest of things can irritate me. I stood up and adjusted the stove. The flames turned blue and disappeared beneath the kettle — instant gratification.
Glancing at my flatmate, I saw her watching me with interest. I wondered what she was planning with one foot slung suggestively over the armchair and the other drawing circles on the floor.
Unfortunately, I’d forgotten about my ‘morning wood,’ and my skivvies did nothing to hide arousal. Embarrassed, I slid a hand in front of my crotch,
“A watched kettle never boils,” I stated superiorly but felt immediately unsettled by her reply.
“Then I’ll find something else to amuse myself,” she retorted and placed a hand between her thighs. My eyes widened, and my breathing stalled when she began stroking the sheer fabric covering her sex.
My erection throbbed seeing the patch of pubic hair through the transparent garment, and I clammed shut.
“Come here James, I want to see it.”
“No,” I protested, although we both heard the tremble in my voice.
“Why not, I’ve just thought of a game we can play while we’re waiting for the water to boil.”
“What do you want with me, Sam?” I gulped as she slipped her fingers into her knickers. Noticing the growing discolouration in her gusset, my cock throbbed again.
“I’m going to give you a chance to realise one of your sordid little fantasies, geek.” I racked my brain, wondering what she was talking about.
“For fucks sake Sam, keep your voice down. We might wake Danielle, and I don’t want…”
“What James?” Samantha barked. “You don’t want Danielle finding out you’re a little pervert. Well news flash you moron, we found your blog last night. Very interesting reading.”
My cheeks burned while I tried holding back my tears. Then Samantha beckoned me with her finger.
“Move your hands,” she ordered as I shuffled across the tiled floor. I obeyed her command immediately. “Hmmm, now that looks interesting,” she said, her eyes glistening while she licked her lips. Then she grabbed my skivvies and yanked them over my hips. Samantha’s eyebrows rose.
“Danielle won’t be able to keep her hands off you,” she gasped as my freed erection bobbed in front of her face.
“What I’m about to propose, James, is a wager,” Samantha said, wrapping long delicate fingers around my shaft.
“If you shoot your load before the kettle boils, then you will become our slave. You will do our housework, and chores for the rest of the year. Agreed?”
I gulped. The sensations surging from my loins were phantasmagorical, and I seriously wondered if I could win this wager.
“What’s in it for me?” I winced as she pulled my foreskin a little too enthusiastically over my swollen dome.
“Well, we won’t tell anybody about your blog…”
“Not good enough,” I interrupted, knowing her threat was groundless.
“What did you have in mind, geek,” she retorted, evidently surprised by my rebellious streak.
For a moment, I wondered how far I could go, but all things considered, what had I got to lose?
“I want to fuck both of you.”
In silence, Samantha tongue painted my cock, and I almost folded.
“Fine by me.”
Danielle’s voice scared the shit out of me, and looking over my shoulder; I saw my other flatmate leaning against the door jamb, wearing an oversized lumberjack’s blouse. It was open and revealed the nakedness beneath it.
“How does he taste, Sam?” Danielle inquired huskily.
“Geeky,” Samantha smirked and gestured for her girlfriend to join us. Immediately after Danielle knelt in front of me, she took possession of my flesh.
“Deep throat him, Dani,” Samantha urged, her fingers rumpling her underwear even more.
As Danielle’s lips enclosed around the base of my shaft, I glanced at the kettle and realised I was in deep trouble. The popping sounds that water being cooked makes wasn’t nearly enough for my liking, especially when Samantha slipped from the chair and knelt next to Danielle.
Determined to win the wager, Danielle and Samantha took turns slobbering over my rigid flesh. Annoying they might be, but they certainly knew how to give a blowjob. While one feasted on my manhood, the other concentrated on my balls, and to counter this uneven conflict, I began reciting quantum physics equations backwards, but it only marginally helped.
Then above the sounds of two fanatical cock suckers, a faint whistling sound emanated from the stove. However, realising time was running out, the girls started playing dirty. While Danielle continued deepthroating me, Samantha began rimming my arsehole.
In an instant, my grip on the situation wavered, and my balls tightened. There was a rattle from the stove, and the water, although piping hot, still wasn’t boiling.
Danielle’s lips clamped around my shaft, Samantha inserted a finger into my arse, and I was going to cum.
Needing my release, I thrust my hips forward just as the noise from the stove increased. Fingers tightened around my flesh while my seed rose and the water boiled.
My prick expanded, the whistle echoed throughout the kitchen, and I stiffened.
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