Page 19 of Unchained
CHAPTER SEVEN
We left the beach house about quarter to twelve, me in the same suit I wore the night I met Veronica, Chrissy, and Stephanie, both wearing black dresses with absolutely nothing on underneath.
The two girls had showered together, and I managed to keep myself away, going downstairs and sitting out on the deck to watch the gray clouds moving inland. The two called me upstairs when they were done showering just so I could watch them dress. Stephanie seemed to be goating me again, but I fought the urge to go after her. I wanted Veronica’s ass.
We passed the Bourbon Street Pub, and I noticed the bar was practically empty.
“They’re all at the party,” Chrissy said from the back seat. Stephanie sat in the driver’s seat with me holding down the passenger seat. I told her I would drive, but she declined.
“Who attends the party at the Dungeon? The entire town?”
Stephanie let out a loud sigh like the question was absurd. “It’s invitation only.”
“So, she invited everyone from a gay bar?”
“You didn’t seem to be complaining when I had my fingers up your ass.” Stephanie made a face like a schoolyard bully. She should have been an attorney.
“You understand that the next time may be the last time,” I said.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, you need to watch your mouth.”
At the next stop sign, Stephanie turned toward me. “You won’t have a next time with either of us.” She looked back at Chrissy and then back to me. “You’re graduating to the next level.”
I nodded and then placed my hand on her bare leg, her dress struggling to hit mid-thigh. She glared at my hand and then stared into my eyes. Though it was subtle, I saw a flash of fear in her eyes. Good. Exactly what I wanted. She was coming down of something, maybe a drug, maybe medication.
Stephanie pulled forward, but I kept my hand on her leg, moving it higher until it was hidden beneath her dress. Her pussy was hot and wet. She enjoyed the banter.
“Don’t,” she said.
But I did. I moved closer and lifted her dress, exposing her glistening twat. “Keep your eyes on the road, you little slut.”
Stephanie glanced at Chrissy in the rearview mirror. “Yes, sir.”
I looked ahead. “Slow down and take the next right.” Stephanie did as she was told, her hands trembling on the steering wheel. She had been trained by a professional. “Now stop and kill the lights.”
We sat in the car, the wind howling, rain spitting against the windshield. Stephanie reached to turn on the wipers, but I smacked her hand away. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“Lean your seat back.”
“Veronica said not to do this.” Chrissy leaned forward between the front seats. “She’s going to be pissed.”
“Lean your seat back,” I said more firmly.
Chrissy moved away, and Stephanie leaned her seat so far back that she was starring at the roof.
I slid two fingers inside Stephanie’s slick hole, causing her to writhe in the seat. “Kiss her,” I told Chrissy. Chrissy stared at me, frozen. “Do what I said. And I don’t mean just a peck. You tongue fuck her like you were doing in the bar.”
Chrissy leaned over the moaning Stephanie. She placed her open mouth over Stephanie’s, and the two went at each other, their heated exchange erotic and mind-bending. Chrissy reached beneath her own dress and began playing with herself, all the while tongue-fucking Stephanie’s mouth.
I moved my thumb over Stephanie’s clit, rubbing hard and fast, my cock stiff, my need salacious and deadly. I wanted to fuck both girls until they were physically dead. I wanted to feel their life end as their orgasms peaked. A dozen twisted ways to end their lives ran through my mind, and I fought to keep my hand away from Stephanie’s neck.
Chrissy moaned into Stephanie’s mouth, and as she pulled away, a stream of saliva fell back into Stephanie’s mouth, the scene too fucking hot to pass up.
I covered Stephanie’s mouth with my own and sucked in Chrissy’s saliva, the warmth and juicy spit a surprisingly delicious meal. I breathed in the air from Stephanie’s lungs and then gently refilled her lungs. We shared the same air for several seconds, and then Stephanie’s pussy squeezed around my hand. A flood of wetness filled the seat and washed over my fingers. As I moved back, Stephanie slapped me hard, her eyes fluttering, her cunt shaking as if in shock.
The slap brought me back to reality, and I sat upright in my seat while Stephanie found the strength to raise her own seat. She looked at me, her head bobbing. “I think,” she began but lost the words. “I think you need to drive.”
