“So you’ve never slept with two women before?” Lena’s question hung in the air like a wet, hot breath that burrowed into Philipp’s brain. She leaned back on the barstool, her black lace dress stretching tight over her full, heavy breasts, and her smile was a direct invitation into her wet, ready cunt. Next to her, Mira nodded, the blonde with the soft but lustful eyes, and took a sip of her cocktail—the gesture almost felt like a sacrificial ritual, offering herself up.
Philipp shook his head, his cock already beginning to throb in his pants as he pictured them both naked. “No, can’t say I have.” He tried to act casual, but the image wouldn’t let go—two women, two pussies, two tongues licking him, two hands gripping his hard, dripping shaft. It was Lena’s last night as a single woman—in two days, she’d get married. And of all people, she and her best friend had invited him, the only man, to the bachelorette party. The room seemed to shrink, the music faded, and his blood rushed into his rock-hard cock.
“Maybe we should change that tonight,” Mira said softly, almost whispering, and her hand slid over his thigh, straight toward the bulge in his pants where his dick pressed against the fabric. The touch was featherlight, but it burned on his skin like a hot, wet tongue.
The Invitation
The bar was packed, but in their corner, time seemed to stand still. Philipp felt Mira’s fingers slowly tracing circles on his thigh, inching closer to his throbbing cock, while Lena leaned forward, showing off her cleavage. The fabric of her dress revealed the soft curve of her heavy, full breasts, the tips of her nipples poking through the thin material, and his breath caught. He could almost taste her hard nipples on his tongue.
“We’ve got a room upstairs at the hotel,” Lena said. “Coincidentally, with a big bed.” She winked, her voice smoky and direct, like a command to his cock to get hard. “And you’re going to fuck us both until we can’t walk anymore.”
His heart pounded faster, his dick now rock-hard, the tip already leaking against the fabric of his underwear. “You’re serious?”
Mira nodded. “We’re curious. And you look like you’ve got a big, hard cock for us. So?” Her hand moved higher, brushed his crotch, cupped the bulge, squeezed gently. “Show us what you’ve got.”
There was no more hesitation. His brain shut off, only his cock thinking for him. He paid the bill, and they walked through the lobby to the elevator. In the cramped lift, they stood pressed close. Lena’s perfume—a heavy, sweet scent—mixed with Mira’s floral note, and the heat of their bodies hit him. Philipp placed his hands on their hips, pulled them closer, pressed his hard cock against Lena’s ass. She felt it and pushed back, grinding against him. The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and they stepped out into the hallway that smelled of lust.
In the Room
The hotel room was simple but elegant: a wide bed with white sheets, a large mirror on the wall, dim lighting. Lena closed the door behind them and turned the key. The soft click echoed in the room, a sound that was final, cutting them off from the outside world.
“So,” she said, “where do we start? Should we blow you until you come first, and then you fuck us?” Her voice was calm, but her eyes sparkled, and her fingers began to unzip her dress.
Philipp stood there, suddenly unsure, but the women took the decision out of his hands. Mira stepped in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt, while Lena stood behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. Their fingers worked in sync—Mira opened button after button, Lena massaged his neck muscles, then reached down and grabbed his hard cock through his pants. “Oh, this is huge,” she whispered. The shirt fell to the floor.
“You’re really fit,” Mira murmured, running her fingers over his chest, over the hard muscles. Her touch was light, almost hesitant, but then she leaned forward and took his nipple into her mouth. Her tongue played around the hard tip, and Philipp gasped sharply. At the same time, he felt Lena’s lips on his neck, her tongue tracing a wet path, while her hand kept massaging his cock through his pants, harder, more demanding. The scent of their perfumes enveloped him, and his pulse raced, his dick throbbing against the fabric.
His pants strained to the breaking point. Lena’s hands found the zipper, yanked it down, and his pants slid off. He stepped out, now standing only in his boxers, the fabric stretched tight over his hard, thick dick, the head bulging like a lump screaming for freedom. Mira let go of his chest and knelt in front of him, her gaze roaming over his body, lingering on the bulge.
Lena turned him toward her. “Let’s get these off,” she said, pulling at the shorts. They gave way, and his cock sprang free, rigid and dripping at the tip, a thick, long, full shaft trembling with desire. The veins stood out, the head was dark red, glistening with moisture. Mira breathed a “Oh, my God, it’s perfect” and touched it with her fingertips, stroking along the length, playing around the head, catching a drop and licking it off. Philipp moaned loudly, while Lena pressed against him from behind, her heavy breasts pushing into his back. Her hands wandered over his abdominal muscles, lower, until she gripped his dick and stroked it gently, then harder, starting to jerk him off, slow and savoring.
“Sit on the bed,” Lena commanded softly, but with a directness that left no room for argument. He obeyed, sinking onto the edge of the bed, his cock standing like a flag, dripping onto the white sheet. The women stepped in front of him, and slowly, almost in unison, they undressed. Lena slipped off her dress, underneath wearing only a tiny thong, which she also removed. Her breasts were full and heavy, the nipples dark and hard like little cherries, and she shook her hair loose over her shoulders. Her pussy was shaved, the labia slightly parted, wet and glistening, inviting. Mira unfastened her top, revealing a simple bra, which she unclipped with a click, and her breasts were smaller but firm, the nipples pink and hard. She slid out of her skirt and stood naked before him, slick
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