“Yeah!” chorus the boys.
“Just make yourself at home, guys,” I say, grabbing some beers from the fridge, bending right over in the process so as to provide the same enticing view that Danny got treated to when I dropped my bag in the taxi. I’m such a fucking little tease!
We have some of those beanbag floor cushion affairs, typical student stuff, and the four of us get sprawled down on one of those each. There’s not much space in the room, especially after accounting for the amount taken up by the two beds, and we’re hunkered down pretty close together on these cushions.
I like the arrangement. I’m poised and sexy on my cushion whereas Petra is ungainly and awkward on hers. We’re next to each other so I know the boys are getting a great view of the stark contrast.
I dish out the cans of beer.
“Thanks, gorgeous,” says Paul.
“Cheers, Em, great,” says Danny.
“Oh, right, thank you,” says Petra.
It’s obvious that Petra was expecting, and probably very much wanting, this to be more straight in and full steam ahead (couple off, lights out, clothes off and bed) but she’s realized that everyone else wants to hang out a bit and she’s happy enough to go along with that.
More than happy, actually, because we carry on kinda like we were doing at the bar, Danny snowing Petra, not making out like in the taxi, there’s no more of that, but still flirting around with her, giving her plenty of attention, and it’s the same with Paul and me. The four of us are having fun together but we’re still behaving like two couples.
I let this go on for maybe half an hour because I’m in absolutely no rush. I’ve been looking forward like mad to this, ever since I thought it up back in the bar, and I want to savour and prolong the whole experience.
Danny doesn’t though. It’s becoming a strain for the poor boy, all of this acting like he’s really into Petra, and I can see that he’s getting increasingly itchy for me to give the ‘sign’.
I decide it’s time.
“So, Danny. You’re really into basketball, Paul tells me?” I say, leaning towards him a little, flashing some cleavage.
Which is the sign. This is what I’d told Paul to tell Danny. This exact question about basketball. When I ask Danny this question it means that we can start pulling the plug on Petra.
“Yeah, I really am. Love it,” Danny replies. His eyes are gleaming all of a sudden.
So are Paul’s and so are mine. The three of us are relishing this.
I don’t pursue the basketball thing for long (I have no interest in sports) but it’s got me and Danny chatting and we carry on with that, on and off. It’s nothing heavy, we’re just being friendly. I’m still talking mainly to Paul but now I’m also talking quite a bit to Danny too.
It’s all quite subtle but the vibe in the room is gradually changing.
Danny is kinda cooling off with Petra and he’s paying more and more attention to moi. He talks a lot to me, or sometimes me and Paul together, and when he’s not, when I’m wrapped up with Paul, he stays mainly quiet and he looks at me in a way that makes it more and more obvious (including to poor Petra) that he fancies me like crazy.
The two couples scenario is disappearing. It’s becoming more like two boys competing for me, Petra being slowly frozen out.
Petra struggles to stay involved, she makes a major effort, girding herself up to make cheery little interjections in our conversation, but she doesn’t get much back. I toss her a few friendly comments, just to stop things getting too blatant too quickly, but the boys seem to have almost forgotten she’s there.
She tries particularly hard with Danny, the boy who was all over her in the taxi no more than an hour ago, but it’s no use. He’s not rude or anything. Like, he answers her questions and smiles at her occasionally, but the romantic thing between them is fading. Danny is getting seriously attracted to me and there isn’t much he can do about it.
Meanwhile I’m being exuberant and fun, very flirty with Paul, super friendly and borderline flirty with Danny, and just revelling in being the star of the show.
Petra can tell what’s happening and the emotions are etched across her face. There’s hurt and disappointment that things are panning out like this. But there’s a kind of sad acceptance too. Certainly no anger. I guess what’s happening is precisely what she feared in the back of her mind might happen. She was just saying to me earlier that I was always fighting them off, wasn’t she? So, okay, I suppose that this only shows how right she was.
It’s becoming an extremely unpleasant situation for Petra. She’s no doubt wishing now that we hadn’t invited the boys back, she’s certainly no longer having a good time, but there’s no easy way out for her. She’s not about to kick Danny out, let alone Paul, she’s way too unassertive for that, and in any case it’s not as if anyone’s behaving that badly. It’s just that both boys fancy the pants of her pretty roommate and who, really, can blame them?
And as for that ‘pretty roommate’, she’s been playing the little innocent.
I’m secretly loving the way that ‘her’ Danny is now making it so obvious that he fancies me and not her, of course I am, but I’m not giving any clear-cut sign of that to Petra. Okay, so I’m talking a lot to Danny, I’m enjoying the interaction, but I’m not egging him on or flirting massively or prickteasing him or anything. Not yet anyway.
I know how tough this must be getting for Petra. Poor girl must want to go to bed but she can’t while we’re still hanging out here on the floor. Not unless she wants to make a spectacle of herself.
It’s all going perfectly in other words!
Time to turn the screw.
“I know! Let’s play strip poker!” I say. “I’m sure we have a pack of cards somewhere.”
The boys are loudly up for it. Petra isn’t.
“Um, no, Emily, I don’t think so,” she says, looking at me beseechingly.
“Aw, c’mon sweetie,” I persist. “Be fun!”
“Yeah, c’mon Petra,” echoes Danny.
“No, Danny, please,” Petra says.
“It’ll get us in the mood,” I grin.
“Sure will, baby!” says Paul.
Petra is shaking her head. She’s looking distressed.
“Okay, well it needs all of us to play, so let’s just drop it,” I say, sulky and disappointed.
The boys are disappointed too. Especially Danny.
We’re all rather cross with Petra, who is now feeling guilty and defensive as well as left out.
We rub it in, rib her mercilessly about being such a square, a real party pooper. We go on for ages like that. She’s on the spit now and we’re having a fab time slowly roasting her.
“How about more beer? Is that okay with you?” I say to Petra, sarcastically.
The guys snigger, say yeah they would like more beer if that’s okay with Petra.
Poor girl is fast becoming nothing but a figure of fun.
Petra says she won’t have one, but sure, everyone else can, why not. Trying to redeem herself.
“Do you wanna go get them, sweetie?” I suggest.
My tone is dismissive and superior. It’s like how I talk to the maid back home.
Petra seems about to say something but ends up just sort of nodding. She levers herself up and lumbers off to the fridge
Soon as her back’s turned me and Paul and Danny start silently corpsing at each other. I give them a sassy look and then I pull my top up, flash my big tits at them. The horny boys love that!
When Petra comes back with the three beers I’m very occupied with Paul. He’s squashed his cushion into mine and we’re kissing and canoodling. We’re getting pretty sexy with each other.
“Err, here you go, guys,” mumbles Petra, embarrassed, placing a couple of beers down next to Paul and I.
We ignore her and continue with what we’re doing. We only have eyes for each other at this point, for obvious reasons.
Except not really, because at the same time as I’m smooching Paul I’m glancing at Petra and Danny, kind of checking on how it’s going with them.
It isn’t. They seem to have lost their connection entirely.
Petra gives Danny his beer and gets a scowly grunt for her troubles.
Still pissed off with her about the strip poker veto? Yeah, that’s probably it.
Petra sits down and shifts closer to him. She’s hoping that he might start doing with her what Paul is doing with me (the poor girl hasn’t lost hope entirely) but it’s no dice. Danny just carries on staring fixedly at me and Paul, especially at me.
Petra tries to engage him in conversation but he ignores her, just keeps swigging from his beer and staring hopelessly at me and Paul making out. He’s looking annoyed and jealous. He has absolutely zero interest in Petra now and he isn’t bothering to pretend anymore. He’s focused purely on moi.
Poor Petra is sat there like a spare part and it’s all getting very awkward.
Well, okay, not for me. I’m loving every minute of it!
I inflame the situation by getting sexier with Paul. We’re underneath each other’s clothes. Paul is fondling around inside my top and his other hand is snaking up my skirt. I’m exploring under his tee-shirt, revelling in how his chiselled rack feels to my softly stroking fingers, and I’m enjoying myself further down too, teasing his angry boner through his pants.
I know that Danny is getting a major league stiffy too, just from watching. His agonized expression is hilarious.
I start to undo Paul’s jeans. I’m gonna release that big fat cock of his and tease it some more!
Petra is looking sick with envy.
Paul is grunting and groaning as my fingers scrabble around his zip. I giggle at him. The boy is so hot for me it’s not true.
Then I break off suddenly and whisper something in his ear.
Paul grins and nods, then looks across at his friend Danny.
“Hey, dude, stop lusting on my girl,” he joshes. “What’s wrong with yours?”
Petra tries to smile but she can’t.
As for Danny, well he snaps. He’s going crazy for me, poor guy, and he’s not in the mood to joke around about it.
He turns to Petra and he levels with her.
He wants me so fucking much, he announces. He can’t fight it any longer. I’m so utterly gorgeous and sexy, I’m such an unbelievable honey, that he simply has to be with me.
Sorry Petra but that’s how it is, he tells her. If he can’t shag her smoking hot friend Emily he’s cutting out of there.
So now it’s official. Petra’s hopes are completely crushed. Poor girl is not getting any tonight.
Groundhog Day.
“What, so you wanna have a threesome?” Paul says to Danny.
“Yeah, why not,” Danny says. “It’s okay with you, mate, isn’t it?”
Paul grins at him. “Sure. Course. But only if Em’s alright with it.”
So the ball is in my court. It’s all about me now.
Like, am I gonna disappoint Danny and send him home or am I gonna shag both him and Paul.
Do I make do with one boy for the night? Or should I be greedy and have two? Decisions decisions.
And we know what the decision is, don’t we?
But the beauty of this is that it doesn’t look like I’m being unreasonable. Poor Petra is hoping desperately that I send Danny packing, of course she is. But she can’t really say anything when I decide not to. It’s not like I’ve deliberately stolen him from her. It’s just that he’s been unable to resist his animal attraction to me. As for me, I’ve just figured that I may as well fuck the pair of them (they’re both cute after all!) cos otherwise Danny’s splitting anyway.
So it’s not really anyone’s fault, is it? I can’t help being gorgeous. I can’t help it if Danny wants me and not Petra. She can’t honestly blame me, can she, when you think of it like that?
I mean, what’s a pretty girl to do.
Like, maybe she should actually thank me for agreeing to take care of horny Dan.
Seriously though, it’s perfect. It really is perfect. The way I’ve orchestrated this means that even though I’ve planned the whole thing, even though I’m having a great time utterly humiliating Petra, still she’s not gonna bitch me about it that much, either now or later.
Fact I know she won’t give me a hard time tomorrow. If she does it will just look like jealousy and make her feel even worse about herself. She’ll hate me (oh just think how much she’s gonna hate me!) but she’ll have to suffer in silence. Probably try and laugh it off. Shit I won’t even have to bother apologizing. Why should I?
I need to spin this out slightly (don’t want to look too keen!) so I pretend to be a little embarrassed and feeling bad for Petra and I tell Danny that maybe he should go.
Trouble is, he’s horny as hell and he can sense I’m persuadable, so he sticks around and argues the toss.
I carry on saying no but the boy just won’t give up.
He downright pleads with me.
“Oh god please, Em! Please and pretty please? Aw, c’mon, please Emily baby,” he keeps saying, stuff like that.
Yeah, that was a nice touch. Poor guy wants sex with me so bad that he’s actually begging!
That’s gotta make Petra feel even more of a dog.
Eventually I stop resisting and I ask Paul if he’s sure about being cool with a threesome.
“More the merrier,” he grins.
“Okay,” I giggle.
So Paul and I allow Danny in on the action. We get three cushions all kinda merged together and we make ourselves nice and comfortable, me in the middle, boy on either side.
I don’t ask Petra’s permission, I just give a little shrug, half apologetic, half gloating, and I begin making out with both guys.
First, I let them undress me down to my knickers. Then I lie on the cushions like a sex kitten and they start planting little kisses all over my body. And I do mean all over.
It’s delicious! I’m the beautiful princess being adored and pampered by her two handsome young male slaves!
For poor Petra it couldn’t be more different. If I’m the princess she is most definitely the downtrodden peasant. I lounge there shivering with pleasure, she sits opposite and alone and feeling like a piece of shit.
She’s fighting back tears.
She’s kind of rooted. Doesn’t know what the fuck to do. She doesn’t want to sit there watching the fun, definitely not, but it’s difficult practically for her to go to bed. Like she needs to get changed, use the bathroom, all that.
Whatever. Up to her. We don’t give a toss about her now. It’s like she’s not there. The three of us are totally into each other. It’s orgy time!
While the unfortunate girl sits staring at the carpet, grappling with her dilemma, the boys strip down to their boxers. So when Petra does finally risk a look up she gets to see two yummy, near-naked male bods both of which, sadly, are completely off limits for her. Poor thing. Must be quite excruciating!
She also gets to see what a high old time I’m having. Danny is down massaging and kissing my feet while Paul is on similar duty with my breasts. He’s pleasuring them with his mouth and his hands, caressing them, sucking at them, pinching and licking my nipples. Both of the guys are bulging impressively in their shorts and I have my hand slipped inside Paul’s, exploring his erection, delicately teasing it.
Petra stumbles to her feet. She’s had enough. The girl can’t stand a single second more of this. She goes off to her clothes chest, over by her bed, and grabs some stuff. Then she beetles into the bathroom and locks the door.
“Poor Petra,” I laugh, pulling my hand out of Paul’s shorts.
“Argh, don’t fucking stop!” he groans.
Danny certainly hasn’t stopped. After finishing with my feet, he’s kissed his way assiduously up my legs with that expert mouth of his and he’s now kinda smooching around my panties.
I reach down and pull his head up.
“What’s up, baby,” he grins. “Don’t you like it?”
“I fucking love it, sugar,” I giggle.
“So, what then?”
“Let’s carry on in bed,” I say. “That’s okay with you two, isn’t it?”
It is.
By the time that Petra comes out of the bathroom I’m lying on my bed, duvet discarded, and I’m completely embroiled with my boys. We’re all three of us naked now.
Petra is stood there in her pyjamas looking utterly desolate and befuddled and ridiculous. It’s fucking hilarious.
She wants the lights off but she’s not sure if she ought to be asking me first. Cos, you know, maybe sex is better with the lights on. She wouldn’t know after all, would she?
I decide to help her out.
“Why don’t you turn the lights off and go to bed, sweetie?” I tell her, as I’m stroking Danny’s cock with one hand and tickling Paul’s balls with the other.
“Um, okay,” Petra mumbles. Least I think that’s what it is. Hard to say for sure. The girl can barely speak.
“Thanks,” I giggle.
So Petra goes and turns the light off at the wall switch. Poor thing has to walk past my bed in order to do it.
***
Me and the boys fuck like rabbits for hours. We hardly sleep at all.
Neither does Petra. My bed is right alongside hers and we’re very noisy, especially me. I reckon they can hear us loud and clear in the next block let alone the next bed!
So yes, OMG, poor poor Petra. She hears everything. Perhaps she manages a few winks but I doubt it.
It’s incredible being in bed with two horny young guys at the same time. Every girl should try it. It’s the first time for me (first of many as it turned out) but I take to the whole experience like a seasoned whore.
Soon as the lights are out I’m indulging myself wickedly with both the boys. I cocktease them to a frenzy, giggling like a crazy bitch, while debating with myself which one to fuck first and in what position, and what I want the other one to be doing while his friend is doing me. Yet more decisions!
Perhaps I should call out and seek Petra’s advice.
The boys are a wet dream. They’re fucking amazing. Perhaps they have done something like this before, dunno, I don’t ask and I don’t care. Point is, they’re both fantastic lovers and they work beautifully in tandem.
It’s all about my pleasure. Like, Danny doesn’t mind at all when I tell him that I’m gonna fuck Paul first. “Sure thing, gorgeous,” is all he says, then he slithers down on me and he laps away at my dripping pussy while I lick and nibble at Paul’s gorgeous thick cock, priming it, getting it hot and hard and ready to enter me just as soon as Danny makes room down there.
Yeah, Paul and Danny perform out of their skin. They do just about everything you can possibly imagine doing to a girl. And I’m not selfish. I do just about everything you can imagine to both of them.
My favourite part is probably when I’ve already been fucked by both of them (“Oh yeah, Danny, gimme that big cock of yours! Fuck me good, baby!” I scream, especially for Petra, when Danny’s massive dick first enters my greedy cunt.) I’m on all fours in the bed and the boys are pleasuring me simultaneously. I have Paul’s mouth devoted to my pussy, eating my cunt out, licking and teasing my clit, and at the same time, Danny is behind me and he’s just as busy with my ass. He’s kinda worshipping me down there, kissing all over my buttocks, and then licking at my asshole, tonguing deep inside as if his life depended on it.
It’s fucking cosmic. They have me squirming around the bed in sheer fucking ecstasy. I have a series of shattering orgasms, I couldn’t even tell you how many. I’m moaning and squealing the fucking roof down. Okay, I’m ramping up the volume cos I wanna really torture the sad unwanted thing lying in the neighbouring bed, but I’d be making a fuck of a lot of noise in any case, believe me.
But, yeah, I must admit, knowing that poor Petra is lying scrunched up and alone about a metre away, listening to these sounds of me being serviced and taken to heaven by two gorgeous hunky boys, this aspect is adding a great deal to my enjoyment.
I get a particular kick out of the undeniable fact that the guy who Petra thought was going to be hers tonight is right now in thrall to my ass.
“Oh god, Danny, yeah that’s good. Having my butt licked, I so love that!” I giggle, really loud, deciding that I’d like Petra to know exactly what Danny is doing.
And then some more, just on the off chance she hasn’t quite got the picture.
“That feels so fucking good, baby. Oh Danny, yeah. Keep going with that, sugar. Keep licking my ass like that, honey. Go on Danny, baby, don’t be shy, get your tongue right in there. Oooo baby, yeah! Oh my god that’s right, sugar, oh yeah, that feels fucking incredible!”
Do you think Petra enjoyed that?
No?
Paul and Danny can tell that I’m saying stuff especially to torture Petra and they enter fully into the spirit of this side of things.
Like, there’s an awful lot of very vocal adoring of me from both of them throughout the night.
They tell me over and over in clear ringing tones what a beautiful sexy girl I am, that I ought to be a model or a movie star or something equally glamorous like that and how my face is just amazing, drop-dead pretty. They go on about how terrific I am in bed, I’m fucking great, and oh christ my body is just complete and utter feminine perfection, so slim and gorgeous, such fabulous tits, such lovely lovely skin, such a heavenly pussy, such a glorious ass.
All perfectly true, of course, but boy do they lay it on thick!
Poor Petra.
Wonder how she’s feeling listening to all this?
Think I can imagine.
***
It must be nearly dawn by the time the boys and I have had our fill of each other and, tired and sated, the three of us snuggle up under my duvet and drift off to sleep for a couple of hours.
I’m awoken by the sounds of Petra creeping around and getting ready to leave for morning lectures. She looks jumpy and strung out. Her movements are jerky, hurried, and kinda surreptitious, and she keeps flicking quick nervous glances our way, clearly hoping we’re still asleep and that she can get out of the room without any interaction.
The boys are awake too now. Not moving much but definitely back in the land of the living.
Petra has thrown on a pair of baggy sweats and an old jumper. Kinda suits her. Girl looks a lot more acceptable in crap gear like this than she did in that ‘nice’ dress last night, is what I’m lying there in bed thinking. The more that’s covered up the better, is what it boils down to with girls like Petra. Yep, most definitely. Daggy girls should stick to daggy clothes. Leave the glamour puss stuff to hotties like me.
I keep watching her through almost closed eyelids, like a cat looking at a captive mouse, musing idly whether to let it escape.
It decides not to. The cruel capricious cat can’t resist having a little more fun with the helpless little mouse.
“Morning sweetie,” I drawl from my bed, as she’s passing close to it.
Busted!
“Oh yeah, hi Em,” Petra says quickly.
She turns away just as quickly because otherwise what she’s looking at is me cuddling blissfully in bed with two boys. I’m sandwiched between them, spooning with Paul in front of me, being spooned by Danny behind. Just our head and shoulders are visible above the duvet but it’s obvious to anyone that we’re all completely butt naked.
I have my hand curled around Paul’s dick and I can feel some stirrings. Boy’s a machine. God I just love the feel of a guy’s tool hardening in my palm on the morning after the night before. Danny is also firming up nicely down there, I know this because his fast growing erection is pressing forcefully into my ass. And OMG I love that too!
Petra hastens away from us to the kitchenette area. Her bag is lying on the counter there. She’s keen to pick it up and get out the door.
“Petra’s leaving,” I whisper, in a way that tells the boys I’d like to torment her a little before she does.
They both chuckle quietly and we all sit up in bed, duvet pushed down to waist level.
“Well good morning, Petra!” beams Paul.
Danny is just laughing.
“Morning!” Petra trills, trying her very best to be upbeat and cheerful but not coming even close to pulling it off. Her voice cracks and she appears massively embarrassed, anxious, and unhappy.
“Sweetie, can you bring me a coke?” I call out. “I’m fucking parched.”
Petra’s face twitches but she kinda has to do it. Churlish to refuse, she is standing right by the fridge.
She comes over with this can of coke and hands it to me.
I reach across Danny to take it, then settle back into position, smiling sweetly at Petra. “You’re an angel.”
“S’ok,” Petra mutters.
“I mean it, you’re an angel.”
I roll the can against my tits to check the temperature, giggle and pronounce myself satisfied that it’s cold enough.
“Hey, just thinking, do you wanna be even more of an angel? Do you wanna fix us breakfast in bed, sweetie? Me and the guys are pretty hungry, all that exercise.”
Paul and Danny join in the sport, guffawing their loud and raucous approval of that suggestion.
Petra stands glued to the spot, desperately trying to process the situation and make a suitable response. Her expression is a picture!
I keep my face straight a while longer, enjoy watching her flounder, and then I dissolve in giggles.
“I’m joking you klutz!”
Petra is relieved (stupid cow really thought I might be being serious!) but she’s also mortified about being mocked so openly.
She’s still there by my bed and I catch her looking yearningly at the rippling bare torsos on either side of me. It’s quick and she tries to hide it, but I notice. OMG, poor tantalized thing, she’s positively drooling at the hunky naked boys!
It’s painful to see.
I love it!
Because for a few seconds there the dark pool of permanent cock deprivation that festers inside Petra has overflowed, no doubt about it. It’s taken her over completely. She’s fucking drowning in it.
Her aching need, and the awful sexual frustration, is written all over the poor thing’s face. It’s suddenly all there is to her.
The way Petra is looking at this insouciant display of sculptured chests and hard flat stomachs and muscled biceps, that tortured mix of acute desire and intense shame, it’s similar to how the pathetic saddo at the bar was obsessing on my sexy legs. Really, that’s how bad it is.
OMG, this is so fucking hilarious.
Like, aw, just look at the little mouse. See how it suffers. Poor, starving little mouse staring at all the cheese.
I decide to be really mean. With Petra not watching but definitely watching I place my hand on Danny’s sexy stomach and let it rest there, proprietorial fashion. Then I move it down an inch or two and using a single fingernail I slowly draw a figure of eight through his lower belly hairs, just really playfully and teasingly, and Danny starts to grunt a little, getting aroused. If I drifted further south, just below the duvet, I know exactly the condition I’d find Danny’s cock in now!
Paul’s too, because he’s at my pussy. The sexy bastard is fingering me artfully under the covers and, ooo yes, it’s getting me nice and moist again.
Petra knows I’m getting a little morning treat. The action is hidden but it’s perfectly obvious what’s happening from the position Paul’s arm is in, the rustlings of the duvet, the smug gratification on my face.
I’m gazing at Petra the whole time, enjoying my erotic power, my enormous superiority. I merely have to decide how long I want to keep tyrannizing the hapless girl.
I really am the cat. I’m the cat who’s got all the cream.
Petra wants to leave. She’s dying to leave. Very last thing she wants is to be stood next to the bed having this little conversation with us.
She doesn’t even want to look at us but it’s impossible for her not to.
We do wanna look at her though. That’s a big part of the fun right now, just staring frankly at her, laughing at her, savouring the impact of the unspeakable thing that we’ve done, are doing, to this wretched girl.
“Petra, so how you doing babe?” drawls Danny, baiting grin.
Petra goes bright red. She doesn’t know what to say to him.
I crack the coke and get some spray on the duvet.
“Oh fuck-a-duck!” I go, and I flap violently at the duvet, in the process knocking it most of the way off the bed.
Meaning that Petra is now gazing down, forlornly, on two highly impressive, fully erect cocks. Both of them are standing up high and proud. The forbidden cheese has just gotten even bigger and tastier, I guess we could say, and it’s being waved right under poor little hungry mousey’s nose. Talk about a cruel tease!
Petra’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. She puts a hand to her mouth and tries desperately to compose herself. Looks like she might fucking faint or something. OMG, it’s the funniest thing ever!
Certainly we see the funny side. The boys are cackling and I succumb to a serious fit of the giggles.
“Ooops, so sorry about that, sweetie!” I say, when I eventually pull myself together, and I start to drag the duvet back in place. I take my sweet time with it, ensuring that Petra gets a long look at the lovely hard cocks before they disappear for good.
Wonder how long she’ll have to wait before she sees one again.
Another twenty-three years maybe?
“Yeah, just pretend you never saw that,” chuckles Paul.
“If she can, that is,” smirks Danny.
“Stop it guys!” I laugh, mock chiding the both of them. “That’s not how to say goodbye to Petra, flashing your dicks at the poor girl. Why don’t you say goodbye properly.”
“Bye Petra,” they chorus.
“That’s better,” I smile.
Petra manages to emit a strangled ‘ok bye’ and she bolts for the door.
“Oh sweetie?” I call, as she’s opening it.
She turns around super cautiously.
“First class is that English Lit intro thing, isn’t it?”
Petra nods.
“Yeah, thought so. Thing is, I’m meant to be at that, but it looks like I’m not gonna make it, so can you be a real sweetheart and take notes for me?”
Petra looks about to finally snap at me or something.
However she fights it down, mutters ok sure.
“Great, thanks. Nice and neat so I can read them, sweetie, yeah?”
But she’d already gone. Don’t think she caught that last bit. Probably just as well, it was slightly gratuitous. Got a little carried away.
***
The three of us cracked up laughing as soon as the door closed. We were in hysterics.
“Don’t you just love it when a plan comes together,” I grinned.
“Oh jesus, Em, you are something else.”
“Why thank you!”
“Breakfast in bed! I love it!”
“I know. Ha ha ha.”
“You should have made her do it, gorgeous.”
“Should, shouldn’t I? My little servant. Ha ha ha.”
“Could have fed you too, sweetheart, while she was at it.”
“Fed all of us. Ha ha ha.”
“She looked quite hungry herself, I thought,” Danny smirked. “Not for food though.”
“Hardly needs food, Dan. Not with the size of her.” said Paul.
“Ha ha ha. Needs something else though, mate, doesn’t she?”
“Too right she does. Hey, Em, you sure got that right. Girl is absolutely gagging for cock. Jesus, she’s desperate! She fucking reeks of it.”
“Yeah, I knew she was. That’s what made it so funny just now!”
“When you did that thing with the duvet, you mean?”
“Mmm. Got a great look at you two, didn’t she? Ha ha ha.”
“Certainly did. She’s gonna be seeing my big fat cock in her dreams for months, poor cow!”
“Hey, what about my cock?”
“Yeah, okay, yours too mate.”
“Poor Petra,” I giggled.
“So, Emily gorgeous, how about me and Danny give you a nice slow morning screw? How about we knock your hot little brains out again starting right about now?”
“I would love that, honey.”
“Good. Then how about we stick around and we carry on tormenting your poor little roommate when she gets back later?”
“Yeah, Em, what do you reckon? That is a fucking great idea!” Danny cackled. “Let’s give her a really bad time.”
“Think she’s already had that, sugar, don’t you? Not sure what else we could do.”
“I can think of plenty. Bet you can too, Paul, am I right?”
“Oh definitely.”
“Like, I wouldn’t mind slapping her lardy arse a bit.”
“I’d be careful with that, mate, if I were you. She might like it.”
“Ha ha ha. Not the way I’ll be doing it. I’ll strip her and make her bend over and give her backside a real fucking going over. Give me a nice hard-on doing that, I reckon. Get me ready to fuck Emily again.”
“Oooo, so I get the benefit. Now I’m interested!”
“Too right you get the benefit, gorgeous. Maybe I let fatty kiss my dick before I stick it in your juicy cunt. Maybe she gets to sniff it when it comes out.”
“Such an imagination, sugar!”
“Thanks. Good though, Em, innit. You get all the cock you want between your legs and she just gets to smell it!”
“Ha ha ha.”
“You like the sound of that, Em, don’t you?”
“Really? You think?”
“C’mon, baby, you know you do.”
“Perhaps I do!”
“You fucking love it!”
“Any more wild and wonderful ideas?” I teased.
Paul takes the baton, as keen as Danny to entertain me.
“I got one! After Dan’s finished whooping her ass she has to crawl around on all fours and pretend to be a cow.”
“Pretend?”
“Ha ha ha. Yeah, so not much acting required. Just has to go moo moo moo, basically, and that’s it. Then we make her apologize to Emily, say sorry for being so gross and ugly, for not being a beautiful babe like Em is. She has to grovel to Em, get down on her knees in front of her and beg for her forgiveness.”
“Ha ha ha. Maybe I ought to be Princess Emily then.”
“Yeah, I like that. Ok agreed. She has to call you Princess while she’s grovelling. Fact, even better, she has to call you that all the fucking time!”
“Wow, sounds like I’m gonna have a great time then! If I’m a princess.”
“You are, babe, you are. You’re gonna have so much fun. Especially with Petra, cos she only gets the lovely princess’s forgiveness on condition that from that point on she does absolutely anything and everything the princess tells her to do.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, sweetheart, anything.”
“Even after today?”
“Sure, baby.”
“Okay so let’s see now. How about I have her do all the chores around here and I don’t have to lift a finger?”
“Goes without saying, sweetheart. Princesses don’t do chores.”
“Excellent. But does that include more personal type chores? Like, for example, what if I want her to paint my toenails?”
“Course!”
“Or more than that, actually. She can assist me when I’m getting ready for a date with a man, can’t she, is what I’m thinking.”
“So that’s every night then, gorgeous, yeah?”
“Ha ha ha. Probably. So Petra can do my nails, sure, but also other stuff. Like, she can get my clothes ready, help me dress, do my hair, put lotion on me, spray perfume in a few places, just generally make me look and smell as scrumptious as can be for my hot date!”
“Ha ha ha. Love it, Em!”
“And she can help out when I’m actually with a man. You know, when I come back from my date and bring him home to bed.”
“How do you mean exactly?”
“Well, like you know what Danny said about Petra kissing his cock before he sticks it in me and then sniffing it afterwards?”
“Ha ha ha. Yeah.”
“Okay so that’s great. I love that. But perhaps sometimes I allow her to be a little more active when I bring a hunky guy home.”
“More active? Not gonna have mercy and let her get any actual cock, Emily, are you?”
“Ha ha ha. No way. But she can help me enjoy it, can’t she? Like, once I’ve got my handsome lover all nice and hard Petra can use her hand to guide his large dick into my warm slippery cunt. Then she can stand by and watch me get fucked senseless.”
“You’re such a bitch, Em! Brilliant!”
“Isn’t it. Gets better though. When he’s finished fucking me, Petra has to bow and scrape and thank him for doing it, for pleasuring the sexy princess. Then when she’s seen him out, helped him into his coat and stuff and said goodbye, she can make my bed, generally tidy up the place, then she can accompany me to the bathroom and attend my shower. She can get down on her knees in there and see to my intimate parts, wash my ass, give my soiled and battered cunt a good soaping, make sure that I’m all lovely and fresh again just in case, you know, another gorgeous looking man stops by and wants to make wild passionate love to me. See what I mean?”
Paul and Danny are killing themselves. Took a while before either could speak.
It’s turning me on no end fantasizing like this (I kept thinking about it once we got fucking!) and the guys know it is. They’ve been fingering me the whole time we’ve been talking and I’m sopping wet!
But that’s all it is, of course, fantasy. Like, there’s no way I’d be as horrible to Petra as that.
I mean, fuck’s sake.
I’m not a monster.