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For several minutes, they stood kissing and touching tenderly while they warmed up to each other, then Peter stepped from between them and pushed them gently together.

“Enjoy each other, I’m going to rearrange some things in here.”

He started by pulling the large square ottoman toward the chaise end of the sofa so it formed a space large enough for the threesome to move around on. Then he pulled open two drawers in a small cabinet and finally found condoms, lube and a small collection of unused toys. They hadn’t said no to rope, so he pulled a few hanks out of his bag and tossed them on the couch.

When he turned back to the women, Carrie had lifted Darci’s dress over her head and was peeling it the rest of the way off of her.

“Let me help you.” He came up behind Carrie and pulled her shirt off. Then he stepped back and looked at both of them.

“Strip. Both of you.”

Darci jumped to obey, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra and let it fall away. Carrie was slower, staring him down as she toyed with the button of her jeans and seemed to be debating whether or not to follow his order.

When Darci was naked, he folded his arms and nodded toward Carrie. “Help her out.”

Darci pulled Carrie close and unfastened her pants and pushed them down her slim hips.

“Leave her panties.”

“He just wants to rip them.”

Darci shrugged and left the thong in place. “That sounds hot to me.”

Carrie stepped out of her pants and reached for her bra. As she slipped the hooks free, Darci palmed her cunt through her panties and Carrie gasped.

Peter’s dick went from hard to concrete in two seconds and it was all he could do to stop himself from jerking his pants down and burying himself in one of them.

“How does she feel?”

Darci’s cheeks went red but she glanced at Peter as she fingered Carrie. “She’s soaked. Just like me.”

“Such a good girl. I think you deserve a little reward. Would you like me or Carrie to give it to you?”

Darci tugged at a wayward curl and tucked it behind her ear. “Can it be both?”

Peter stepped closer to her. “If you’re a good girl you’ll earn plenty of rewards so just pick.”

Carrie stuck her lip out a mock pout. “What about me, I’m a good girl too.”

Peter cocked his head in her direction. “I seem to remember you saying you didn’t like rewards or punishments or being a good girl.”

So that hadn’t been exactly what she said, but it got the reaction he’d been hoping for and she stuck her tongue out at him, giving him cause to reach out and fist a hand into her hair and pull her to him. “I believe we’ve already agreed that I’m in charge when we’re fucking, submissive or not. Isn’t that right, little one?”

Her chest rose and fell and he couldn’t resist tugging one pert nipple between his fingers as he waited for a response.

She gave a little nod when he increased the pressure past the point of pleasure and he let her go, shoving her down so she sat on the couch.

Then he grabbed Darci and pushed her toward Carrie.

“Make her feel good, little one. She’s our guest, after all. It’s only polite.”

Carrie put a hand on Darci’s hips and pulled her so she stood between her spread thighs and pressed a kiss to her belly.

Peter stood behind Darci and cupped her breasts while he stared at Carrie over her shoulder.

Darci thrust her hips forward, offering her pussy for Carrie’s mouth and Peter nearly groaned when Carrie dipped her tongue between Darci’s thighs.

He held her steady while Carrie ate her pussy with fervor, sucking and licking and teasing her clit until Darci was bucking beneath his hands.

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