Doing A Carol 27
Dear Diary.
As my previous entry states, I’m not complaining, but I’m now alone in a stranger’s flat with Steve and Michael as the rest of the poker players have gone home.
And of course, poor Jerry, who’s still half naked and tied up to a chair. His forfeit for losing poker.
‘What have you done to Jerry?’ I ask.
I start to go over to release him, but Michael gets in between us.
‘No, not yet.’ His hands grips my waste. ‘Let him sleep it off for a bit longer.’
‘Why? I asked.
‘I have a plan for him. Nothing bad, but I want to try something.’
‘You’re not going to hurt him, are you?’ I look over Michael’s shoulder to him as his head has now flopped down to his chest. He’s snoring away peacefully. Bless him.
‘Of course not. Just something naughty. An idea. That’s all.’
‘OK.’
‘You don’t mind, do you?’
‘I have no option, do I?’
Michael smiled. ‘Good girl. Now give us a hug.’
We both embraced. It was lovely to be back in his arms once again as his musky cologne brought back a flood of happy memories of our first intimate bonk on the bonnet.
I was hoping for a repeat performance tonight and going by his wandering hands, perhaps lady luck maybe on my side.
With my head propped on Michael’s shoulder, my gaze turned to Jerry.
I’m not going to feel guilty about what may happen tonight as Jerry had brought this on himself. If he hadn’t wanted to play poker, then I would never have been in this fabulous position of Michael’s hands sliding up my thighs and grabbing my arse underneath my dress.
‘Now that you’re here, would you like a drink? I mean, of the alcohol variety?’
I knew what Michael originally meant.
‘I can’t as I’m driving. I’ll have a cup of tea, if you’re making?’
‘Not a dark, hot chocolate?’ Steve joined in, insinuating something else. ‘Or something much bigger and stronger?’
I turned around as Steve approaches. Michael’s hands are now cupping my breasts.
‘It looks like I’m going to have that later, along with some warm cream.’
‘Oh yeah baby. Mouthfuls,’ Steve said.
‘I’m glad you and Steve have hit it off,’ Michael whispered in my ear as he ran his hands over my breasts from behind me. ‘This makes your training much easier.’
‘In what way?’
Michael slowly started to undo my dress buttons to reveal my bra.
‘In a way that Steve can be part of our school for sluts, our deputy principal and another teacher on our list. And as he’s single with his own place, he’s now just one large probing finger away from tapping on his speed dial to summon you to attend lessons and to expand your curriculum.’
He can expand my lessons any day!
Jerry murmurs still inches away from us, but Michael continues to unbutton me, regardless of Jerry stirring behind him.
‘I’d love that,’ I groan as Michael grinds his bulge up and down my arse.
Steve steps nearer to me, holds my arms down by my side and says, ‘It gives us more scope for fun.’ His lips brush my neck and lightly kisses it.
I softly moan as Steve releases his hold and I can finally reach out to rub Steve’s huge bulge. It feels thick and enticing.
‘I see. So am I going to be the slutty filling in your man sandwich?’
Steve lightly kisses me. Our lips connect as he runs his hands all over my excited body.
‘Filling you is the right word.’ Michael grinned as he has now released more of my buttons to reveal my black lingerie.
‘Wow,’ Steve says as his fingers explore my wet, lace covered pussy. ‘So hot. I can’t wait to make love to you.’
‘Not in front of Jerry,’ I begged, enjoying the loving attention from the two sexy hunks.
The men looked at each other and agreed as my dress slipped to the floor.
‘Sure,’ Steve said, now back again kissing my neck. ‘We want you for our own pleasure. For now.’
‘Yeah,’ I leant my head back for Steve to kiss me lower and across my glistening décolletage. ‘Oh fuck yeah.’
Jerry then startled us as his snoring started to fill the room. Poor Jerry.
‘Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,’ Steve said as he held my hand and led me to the bedroom.
‘Are you going to perform some magic for me?’ I joked, referring to an earlier conversation we had.
‘As long as you’re happy being the glamorous assistant?’
‘No arguments here!’
‘Let’s leave the door open,’ Michael suggested.
‘Why?’ I asked.
‘Let’s say, for fun.’ Michael then got his phone out and started filming me.
‘OK.’ Unsure of what he meant, I obeyed his orders, just as a good girl would do at Slut School.
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