19
Standing there against the tiled locker room shower wall, Isabella kept her lower lip pouted in mock maternal scolding.
He dropped his gaze. There wasn't much to say, only wait and see how this would play out. Brandon didn't feel insecure—just a thrum of pure, buzzing anticipation. It was the first time the girls were going to punish him.
Amanda crooked the finger she still had pointed at him, beckoning him closer.
"So I guess he needs to be disciplined, doesn't he?" the blonde said, cupping Brandon's cheeks and tilting his chin up to meet her eyes.
"Did you really do that, darling? Is Amanda going to have to correct you?"
"It wasn't really..."
"Shh..." Amanda hushed him, louder than before. "Did I give you permission to speak?"
This time, he kept his mouth shut.
"Yes, he did. Some girl caught us and is blackmailing him for sex. Can you believe it, Isa? Trying to share our little toy?"
"Oh, where's the harm?" Isabella seemed genuinely amused now that she grasped the situation.
"Where's the harm?" Amanda planted her hands on Brandon's shoulders and shoved downward, forcing him to his knees. "He didn't even deny it when I asked if he wanted to fuck her."
"Naughty boy, Brandon." Though Isabella wore a show of disappointment, her touch was tender as her fingers tangled in his hair and traced down the side of his face.
Amanda spread Isabella's legs wider and pulled her hips forward. Sweat slicked the brunette's inner thighs, and Brandon watched the damp skin unstick with a soft pull as her legs parted.
Forcing his face toward Isabella's crotch, Amanda gripped Brandon's jaw, holding him inches from her friend.
Isabella's perfume mingled with her raw, natural scent—warm, intoxicatingly sweet, with a sharp salt finish. It overwhelmed Brandon's senses from this close. He could practically taste her on the air...
Then Amanda squeezed his cheeks harder, forcing his mouth open.
"Here's your punishment. Bad dog." She shoved Brandon's face flush against the soft, bare heat between Isabella's thighs. "You're going to eat her out just like this, before she washes off. Aren't you a filthy little bastard? Then let's get you thoroughly dirty."
Heat flooded his mouth instantly. The salty sweat, Isabella's potent musk. His senses spiked with pure arousal tasting her raw like this. The flavor was nothing like when he’d eaten her out in the sauna; this was heavier, richer, distinctly Isabella.
The brunette moaned the second Brandon's tongue dove into her. Her gentle stroke through his hair turned into a trembling grip. His cheeks pressed tight against the slick insides of her thighs.
Amanda kept her fist twisted in his hair, pulling taut against his scalp. His cock was already straining painfully against the denim of his pants, throbbing with pent-up frustration.
The only true torment was knowing he wasn't allowed to come.
"Is this what you want to do to that little slut?" Amanda ground Brandon's face harder into Isabella, who whimpered and rocked her hips back and forth against his mouth.
"Or do you want to use this hard cock on her?
" As she spoke, Amanda rested her foot over the bulge in Brandon's pants, pressing down against his aching erection.
Heat surged straight between his legs, pulsing with raw lust at the sharp friction as her sneaker moved in slow, grinding circles, gradually bearing down.
Amanda's wicked smirk only deepened.
A visible dark patch of wetness had already soaked through the front of the blonde's shorts.
Brandon braced his hands on Isabella's thighs and pulled back just enough to gasp for air. Amanda gave him three seconds before shoving him right back into Isa.
If either of them could see Brandon's mouth, wholly devoted to driving Isabella over the edge, they would have caught him smiling. He was in heaven. No one had ever handled him like this before; it was the perfect first punishment.
"Come on, whip it out," Amanda ordered, nudging his leg with her foot.
Brandon scrambled to obey, shoving his pants down to his knees. His rock-hard cock sprang free of the confining fabric. It was obvious how badly the denial was getting to him: hypersensitive, veins bulging, his blood running boiling hot.
Amanda leaned in for a closer look while keeping Brandon pinned against Isabella's dripping wetness. The brunette whimpered above them, her whole frame trembling as her climax drew near.
"Look at you, you filthy puppy." Amanda kicked off her sneakers. "You love eating her like this, don't you?"
Brandon could only manage a muffled groan of agreement, his tongue still buried deep between Isa's folds.
"He's not working hard enough to apologize, is he, Isa?"
"It feels... incredible..." the brunette gasped out between ragged breaths.
"I don't think so."
Amanda bore down harder on the back of his head, burying Brandon even deeper into the plush curve of Isabella's thighs, coaxing a louder, sharper gasp from her.
Now barefoot, the blonde dragged her sole back up her servant's thigh. Her bare toes traced along his skin, creeping toward his groin.
A shiver racked Brandon's spine. No one had ever touched him with their bare feet like this, and he was dying to know what it felt like.
His senses were already screaming from sheer sensory overload—the taste of Isabella growing soaking wet against his lips, the furnace heat of her skin, her breathless moans, and the sheer ache of a cock begging to blow after so much ruined climaxes.
He was trying so hard to be a good boy; he hadn't disobeyed her orders once, not even alone in his own room.
Amanda's foot found his length, sliding along it, caressing it.
Her touch was warm and smooth. When the edge of her big toenail lightly grazed the shaft, his cock jumped, throbbing hard in response.
Then Amanda bore down more firmly, pinning him down and stroking him with deliberate, rhythmic foot-strokes.
Brandon couldn't swallow his groan.
"If you dare come on my foot..." Amanda didn't need to finish the threat for Brandon to understand what kind of punishment that would invite.
For a split second, he was sorely tempted to defy her. To blow right there on her feet, coating her bare skin, picturing his hot cum slicking the spaces between Amanda's toes as she rubbed herself against him... That mental image alone was enough to almost trigger an orgasm on the spot.
But Brandon was a good boy. He was obedient.
"Come on. Focus on making Isabella come."
"I'm... al—"
"Focus on making her come hard, you filthy puppy."
Brandon picked up the pace, his tongue working double-time. The muscle was already aching from eating her out so relentlessly, but that didn't stop him from pushing harder, moving faster. And the payoff was instant.
When Isabella's cries pitched higher, her hips bucking to signal the edge of her climax, Amanda hauled Brandon's head back just enough to keep his mouth pried wide open. With her free hand, Amanda reached in to stroke her friend, driving her ruthlessly over the brink.
Isabella let out a sharp, breathless shriek, biting her lip to stifle it, and exploded right into Brandon's mouth. Her thighs trembled violently as clear, hot fluid gushed over his tongue and cheeks, soaking his face as she squirted.
That was the cue they all needed to stop.
Amanda released her grip on his hair, leaving him to catch his breath, slump back, and savor every drop Isabella had yielded.
The brunette, on the other hand, could only lean limp against the wall, trying to gather her strength with her eyes fluttering shut and her body trembling from the aftershocks. She offered no resistance when Amanda stepped up, rested a gentle palm on her neck, and pressed a tender kiss to her lips.
Out of the three of them, Amanda was easily the most satisfied.