12
Crossing the sauna door again was like getting hit with a blast of heat right in the face.
The first punch was from the temperature and vapor forming inside.
The second one landed a direct blow to his desire.
Isabella and Amanda were both nude, sitting on the wooden platform, legs crossed, their skin glistening with sweat.
“Close the door already, sweetheart.”
Brandon obeyed, sealing off the outside world.
Both of them had their hair tied back. It was still hard for Brandon to believe he was in a relationship with two women as beautiful as they were. Isabella swung one leg playfully, the movement rippling through her entire body, her soft breasts dancing smoothly, invitingly.
Amanda, on the other hand, was loose as mercury, moving with a grace that seemed impossible to capture without slipping between his fingers. The pale skin of her breasts and her pink, delicate nipples contrasted with her hard personality.
“Isabella gave me a good idea for your first task.”
The brunette shrugged with a laugh. The blonde pointed her finger at the platform below them, issuing a clear order for Brandon to get down. It was an order. Now, as a servant, he had to obey without questioning.
Still half-uncertain, Brandon knelt down, approaching Amanda. The smell of her body began to mix with the air, a sweet perfume. That was another hit to his desire—what was missing to guarantee him an erection.
Brandon was waiting for that, but when Amanda uncrossed her legs, revealing the inside of her thighs, the rosiness of her core, the way her skin glistened with sweat forming tiny diamond-like spots… it was a divine sight.
Isabella certainly noticed his reaction, as she let out another laugh of pleasure.
Amanda reached for Brandon's hair, pulling him gently closer. “Let’s see if that sharp tongue is good for more than smart remarks.”
“Of course.” This generated another tug on his hair, a reprimand. “Of course, mistress.”
“That’s it.” Amanda let her body slide a little, making it easier for Brandon to access her. He approached, seeing her open up before him. He could see she was wet. “Open your mouth now.”
Brandon obeyed, sticking his tongue out, eager to prove itself.
Amanda pulled his hair, guiding him until they touched.
The touch generated a naughty shock that pulsed through Brandon’s body.
He felt an urge to grab her thighs, bring her closer, get lost between her legs.
But he had to hold back; it was Amanda who dictated the pace, and any impulse from Brandon had to be directed at pleasing her. So he did.
Starting with his tongue, moving in slow spirals, exploring every curve of her wetness, he advanced slowly inside her. In and out, coming out to find Amanda's clit. She gasped, clearly holding back moans. Her gaze was firm, but her face was flushed with pleasure.
“That’s a look I haven’t seen on you in a while, Mandy-pie…” Isabella stepped closer, her mischievous smile pointing out her friend’s restrained expressions.
Amanda challenged her with a look for a second. "Don't you call me Mandy-p—" Brandon made a movement with his mouth that broke her tough-girl posture and wrung a moan from her. In response, she pressed him closer against her, pulling him by the hair.
The rhythm of the two increased for a few minutes more. Each time Brandon raised his head, he was panting, his face wet and red.
Isabella seemed like a child excitedly watching a toy with lights flashing and movable parts.
Twice, Brandon caught her touching herself, biting her lip, playing with one of Amanda's breasts, stimulating herself.
He wanted to please Isabella just as much as he did Amanda. In fact, he felt he had to.
Brandon instinctively raised one hand, starting to use his fingers along with his mouth. But as soon as he started caressing the inside of Amanda’s thighs, sliding toward her entrance, she gave a disciplinarian tug on his hair.
“I don't—” Her phrase was cut off by a moan. Still, she struggled to keep an imposing voice. “You only have permission to use your mouth, servant.”
Brandon nodded and continued with the work of his tongue.
“Don't be so mean!” Isabella stepped down from the wooden platform, crouching beside Brandon as her body clung to his, their breasts squishing against his shoulders. “Oh, dear. It's my turn now, you can pleasure me however you like.”
“Don’t... be... so soft.” Amanda pressed her own breasts together, stimulating them.
She had barely finished the sentence when the orgasm hit.
She let out a muffled moan. With an involuntary move, she pushed against Brandon, clamping her thighs in a spasm as her body trembled.
He didn't stop sucking her. He was focused on continuing until he was ordered to stop.
Amanda pulled him by his hair with both hands, making him stand up and bringing him closer to her. He was captivated by the expression of lust and severity, which somehow made her even sexier.
Still shaking slightly, she kissed him. The taste of their mouths mixed together with the flavor of her core. It was intense, strong, and brief. She soon pushed him back out.
"That was so..." Isabella stood up, the heat of lust marking her face.
"Good." It was enough to make Brandon smile with satisfaction.
"Is that all you're going to say to him?" Isabella pulled Brandon close, sticking to him. "Come on, dear. My turn. You were much more than ‘good’. Look how quickly she came." Then she kissed him softly, slowly, and caringly.
Amanda's hardness contrasted with the softness of Isabella, and Brandon realized he didn't want one more than the other; it was the combination and balance that attracted him so much to the two women.
Having his hair pulled by Amanda, being suffocated in her crotch, and treated like a toy had been exhilarating, taking him to the perfect point of pressure for Isabella to take care of before he exploded.
The brunette ran her fingers over Brandon's body as she kissed him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the sweat making their skin stick together. God, she is so soft.
Raising her thigh, she guided his hand down, sliding it along her stomach, making his fingers find the most sensitive spot, causing an instantaneous moan in the middle of the kiss. This was permission for him to start working, and so he did.
Brandon slid his fingers, exploring Isabella's pussy, feeling her start to move her hips as he entered her. He let her move, encouraging her to rub against him. He didn't break the kiss, keeping their tongues intertwined.
In an instant, he opened his eyes and saw Amanda looking at them. The hard expression had turned into a sly smile. She blinked at him, biting her lip and nodding for him to advance. Brandon obeyed, increasing the intensity of his hand. Isabella let out a louder moan in response.
The brunette's hands dug into his back, pulling him closer. Then, she started to orgasm.
For a second, Brandon was caught off guard by Isabella, shaking and wetting his hand with a warm gush as she clutched him.
He hesitated for just a second, captivated by her squirting, but didn't stop moving his fingers inside her.
She bit him on the shoulder, resting her head on him as she reached her climax.
"Holy shit… wow." Brandon felt himself burning, thumping against Isabella's body.
He had to support Isabella so she could sit beside Amanda. His eyes were distant, like someone drunk with pleasure.
"It was so strong, dear." Her voice was soft, but the smile on her face was divine. "What a good boy you are."
For some reason, that brought out a laugh from Amanda, who hugged Isabella and kissed her cheek. The brunette barely managed to react.