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I swallowed my nerves, masking them with the confidence of three Whiskeys. The meeting downstairs at the hotel bar couldn’t have gone better, all key words from the three of us had been used as sign of attraction and approval through the flowing conversation. It’s beautiful watching someone weave words like “discombobulated” and “turquoise” into a regular chit chat.

I’d given them a 5 minute head start as agreed before heading up to their room. I adjusted the cuffs on my shirt before knocking. After a few moments, she opened the door.

Tiffany was knocking on the door of 30, with a black shoulder length hair and classy fringe. She had big brown eyes and hard features, and wore a black dress that hugged her slim figure, clearly braless but conservative enough to cover her small A cup breasts but reveal her flawless skin.

Her legs were long  and extended by classy short black heels she wouldn’t take off all night, with a surprisingly rotund ass given her thin figure. She had a couple of small visible tattoos and piercings in her ears, nose and tongue, giving a classy by day, alternative by night vibe.

Wordlessly, she took me by the hand and lead me through the short hallway as the door closed behind, revealing Anthony tied to a chair before us. He was naked, his straight cock standing proud and cut, thin yet not a bad length.

We seemed like opposites in some ways. I was strait laced, gym bulk and well manicured, whereas he had scraggly hair, a skinny body with unmaintained body hair.

He looked nervous, his eyes glued to us as I gently tugged her hand to stop her, spinning her back to me. Everything was slow, purposeful and powerful. Our eyes met, yet I could feel his gaze burning into us. I brought her hand up to my neck, and was joined by her other as my right hand found her hip and my left traced around her back, holding her steady.

It was as if we were staring deep into each other’s souls, two intensely connected beings before our lips finally met. I felt her hunger, her body craving for more as her tongue attempted to enter my mouth. I held her firmly, easily repelling her invasion, launching a counter attack of my own.

I quickly quelled her rapid pace, with strong, slow strokes from my tongue tempering her frantic hunger. She moaned into my mouth as I bulldozed her ability to lead the dance, pressing her up against the wall with ease. I then gently, slowly guided her arms to the wall above her head, pinning them at the wrists with one hand.

She instinctively wrapped a leg around me to try pull me closer, my right hand dropping to her hip to control her posture. I could taste the chemistry between us, my self control and the rules of engagement the only things stopping this from accelerating at a rapid pace as she certainly wasn’t holding back.

The discussions regarding what they both wanted out of the experience had been extensive and deep, Tiffany’s frustration of his tendency to rush through foreplay and into the main event, coupled with his desire to watch her be affectionate and achieve levels of pleasure he had never provided her had fed the fantasy, especially with someone much bigger, stronger and in control.

The agreement was simple, although i would be in control, I must remain clothed, while he was bound to the chair and she was the centre of attention. Physical touch would be limited to kissing and the ultimate goal was to achieve something he had never accomplished, making her orgasm through the use of hands alone.

I pulled her towards the centre of the room, facing him as I stood behind him. I could feel him slipping deeper into the darkness, wanting more, as did she. I kissed her shoulder, grazing my teeth against her soft skin making her shudder and goose pimples spread down her exposed arms.

I moved across to kiss her neck as my fingers traced painfully slow up her arms, her body naturally pressing her ass back gently against me, searching for my arousal. I moved up to her ear, gently nibbling at it as I delicately weaved my fingers into the thin fabric of her shoulder straps.

I began slowly lowering the left strap down her arms, allowing it to fall free just past the elbow. I switched my head around the other side of her neck, repeating the process. Each movement was slow, careful and methodical. There was unintended purpose in her ass grinding back into me too, holding the dress at her waist rather than fully revealing herself to him.

My hands slowly traced under her arms and up her stomach to her chest, glancing down at my hands looked like dinner plates against her tiny frame. With gentle precision, my thumbs and forefingers found each nipple, toying erotically at the bars that pierced the sensitive flesh.

It sent shivers down her spine, her fingers digging into my strong forearms, not to pull them away but to hold them in place. Our kissing increased with fever as her moans filled my mouth and the room.

After several minutes of slow building teasing, her fingers interlaced with my left hand, bringing it up to her throat indicating she wanted more. My right hand then began slowly tracking down her taught stomach.

As my fingers reached the first tuft of her untrimmed landing strip, I pulled my hips back slightly causing her dress to fall to the floor, leaving her completely nude.

My fingers continued to trace through her dark pubic hair, gathering between them until I gently clenched and tugged at it. The gasp she let out was primal and erotic, causing her to break the kiss and turn forward slightly towards Anthony.

I felt her vulnerability in my arms, controlling her posture at the sides with them while my hands controlled her at her hips and throat. I held the tug at her pubes for several seconds before finally releasing her.

As she gasped, oxygen flooding her system to recover, I didn’t slow down, dipping my middle and ring finger into her dampness and then slightly back up to her engorged clit,  using slow, controlled pressure in circular motions to put her into overdrive.

“Holy fuck….” She growled, her body shuddering as she buckled into my arms. “Ohhh fucckkkk yeasssssss”

I continued a pace, my fingers dancing on her clit, keeping her pleasure levels just above the point she could control herself. Her knees bucked and I held her up, kissing her exposed neck and teasing her nipples with my spare hand.

“Holy shit he’s good” she moaned as I dipped my fingers back into her for more lubrication before resuming my work. She looked over to her bound lover, speaking with passion in her tone. “At least he knows where my clit is too…. Ohhh fuck….”

I knew she was getting closer, and what she needed next. I moved slightly to my right, pressure still raging on her clit from the front, but allowing me enough room to snake my left hand down her back. She leaned forward slightly, enabling me to curl my two central fingers inside her messy slit.

The effect was instantaneous, feeling her melt back onto me. Her pussy clamped at me as I played piano on her clit, her moans accelerating towards an apex.

I pushed the pace on her even further, her screams filling the room before her body finally exploded in hectic beauty.

Wave after wave of pleasure passed through her, her nails digging deep into the sleeves of my forearm as she ground herself into my hand, shuddering as she flooded my hand with juices, crying out my name before bucking powerfully into a state of imbalance.

I removed my hand from her clit, now too sensitive to touch, but my fingers remained inside her for a few moments as she steadied herself my leaning against the adjacent desk, taking several deep breaths. I slid my fingers from her and allowed her to recover for a few moments, moving over to Anthony.

His cock was staring at the roof, precum dripping down the shaking shaft. I grabbed the back of his chair, spinning it to face the desk beside him.

“Wha… what are you doing??” He asked, unsure as I moved back towards Tiffany.

“I’m not done with her yet, cuck” I said, pulling the cuff links off and pocketing them, then rolling my sleeves up my arms as I stood beside her panting carcass. I then lifted her, carrying her to the desk and sitting her on it directly in front of him. I then positioned her heels on the arm rests of his chair on the inside of his elbows, so her pussy was exposed directly to him, only inches from his cock.

I stabilised her body, placing my left hand on her torso before sliding 2 fingers on my right hand into her pussy, my palm facing towards her. I then began to slowly, yet powerfully jerk them up and down against the front wall of her pussy.

“Oh fuck… what are you doing to me…” she asked, confusion in her voice. “ohhh fuck….mmmmm…hmmm… don’t stop though… urghhhh”

I kept a solid pace, hearing her pussy starting to sound wetter and wetter, then I felt the first spray of her hot fluid onto my arm, giving one final pump before pulling from her.

Her gasps of confusion and pleasure filled the room as I watched her pussy tighten, squirting clear liquid all over him.

“Oh my gaaaaaawedd” they both moaned in unison, shocked at what had just happened. Allowing them no respite, I repeated the process.

“Just relax, baby” I said, reassuringly. “Your body knows what to do…”

She was lost in the moment, her eyes rolling back as her pussy began to slurp and slop. I increased the pace, once again pulling away and allowing her to squirt all over his torso, penis and legs.

He whimpered as I went in yet again. I looked down at him and he looked almost panicked as I made her squirt all over him yet again. He started shaking, suddenly hissing out pathetically.

“Oh no…” he whispered, and as I looked down his balls tightened, then the vein along is cock shook and thick white cum shot up onto his own stomach.

It was then followed by a throughly embarrassed look on his face, with several other less powerful pulses of cum dribbling out the tip and over his lower abdomen and down to his hairy balls, mixing with her juices.

“Holy shit… you just jizzed on yourself… without even being touched!” She giggled. “And you just made me squirt! Best day ever!”

I reached up, wiping my saturated hand on his chest.

“Guess my work here is done then!” I said with a cheeky grin, heading to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I returned, I could see the live and connection between the two. Tiffany approached me, completely comfortable and natural, grabbing me at the colour of my shirt and kissing me.

“Thank you” she said, genuinely. “That was… incredible. Anthony, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Sir.” He said, a grin on his face. “I can’t even… just wow. Thank you”

“You are both welcome” I smiled.

As I sat in the bar a few minutes later, I got the message through from her that I knew was coming.

“Any chance you are free to come back? We are definitely ready to progress to the next stage…”