Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 18:46:25 +0000 From: Aaron Swanson Subject: Best Served Cold: Part 2 "Where the fuck did you come from?" he practically screamed, but his voice broke, making him sound a bit pathetic. He thrashed his head as I kept running my hands through his hair. "Get off me." "I don't feel like getting off you. I feel like getting you off." That sent him into a frenzy. I panicked a little as he thrashed like an animal, growling and bellowing. I really thought he was going to get free but the ropes held firm and the steel frame of the bed didn't budge. Eventually he slowed down a little, panting. I lay down on the bed next to him, on my side. With my head resting on my hand, and my elbow tucked into his armpit I looked down on him, smiling sweetly. "Calm down Billy, shhh, calm down." He went still and looked at me. I could see the fright in his eyes as he realised that he was trapped. "What are you going to do?" he asked. I shrugged. "What would you expect a little faggot like me to do?" I felt a surge of delight as he went white. Then Kat walked in. "Its all gone quiet, everything OK?" she asked gingerly. "Fucking let me up Kat! Please I'm begging you. Keep him away from me." He was so desperate, I thought for a moment Kat was going to let him. Then she seemed to glaze over and said to me cheerfully, "You know he has this weird thing about his feet?" Billy yelled but I clapped a hand over his mouth, and said, "Like tickling?" "No, he just likes me to touch them. It really turns him on." "I don't believe you." "Want me to prove it?" "Sure." Bily's eyes were wide as Kat slipped his sneakers off and I stuffed his socks into his mouth to shut him up. Kat giggled. "He likes being barefoot in front of people. It gets him got for some reason." I looked down at Billy he was blushing furiously. "Wanna make out?" I asked as I whipped the socks out of his mouth and clamped my lips down on his. It was like kissing a shark. He squirmed his head violently, so I held onto the sides with my hands and kept him still. Then he kept trying to bite me, so I just massaged his lips with mine, moving from side to side to dodge his snapping. It was the perfect torture for the homophobic idiot, and I kept it up for a few minutes. I scanned down his body while I kissed him and could see he was hating every second of it. His toes were stiff, his fists were clenching and unclenching, his entire body was rigid. But then I caught sight of Kat as she knelt at the foot of the bed. She had one hand down the front of her unbuttoned jeans, with a small smile on her face. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she silently urged me to keep going. I closed my eyes and focussed on the make-out session we were having. His breath began hissing through his teeth, and I looked back down to see Kat rubbing her clothed tits against the sole of his foot, and leaning forward to poke her tongue between his toes. I don't know how long we kissed for (it might have been half an hour) but it was really getting Kat off, and I was having a whale of a time! Billy eventually began to break down a little. He stopped biting but kept his jaw clenched, then after a while he began to relax it. I cheekily dipped my tongue to lash against his then pulled back quickly as he jerked back in disgust. This was un torture, and he was groaning with the strain of our two mouths fighting. He was also clearly getting off on his girlfriends attention to his feet. After roughly another half-hour he was really tired, but I didn't try any more tongue action. Kat was content to nuzzle the sole of one foot while she rubbed herself sensually. I placed one hand on his taut stomach and slid upwards, lifting his shirt to expose his treasure trail and belly button. Once the palm of my hand covered his belly button I stopped and kept kissing, although I admit I was getting a lot more passionate by now! Kat was eventually the first one to snap. "Keep going then!" she prodded me, and I hurriedly started running my hand across his torso, gliding over the tiny bumps of his nipples and down across his abs. This wasn't enough for her however. "Come on baby you know you're loving it!"she purred, and climbing onto the bed she shuffled up before straddling his spread thighs. I thought we were going for the 'softly softly' approach but it wasn't enough for that girl. With a surprisingly rough hand she reached down o his crotch and fumbled until her hands grabbed a lump that could only be his dick. She began rubbing it fiercely, making poor Billy grunt into my mouth. Within a minute he was ram-rod hard, and she sprang off the bed to strip naked. She was beautiful, with a slim pale body and a mane of black hair. Her tits were pert and round, and her shaved pussy as pink from all the rubbing she'd been doing. I took my aching lips off his face and asked "What are you doing?" "Fuck you," she answered briskly. Billy raised his head to stare at her. "Baby, please..." he pleaded weakly. She straddled him again, only this time her legs came down so her knees touched his shoulders, so that she was facing his feet. She lowered her pussy into his already tired face. He still clearly had some energy because she started moaning low in her throat, rubbing her chest, lost in the feeling of his tongue on her skin. Then she seemed to see me, and barked, "Get naked!" I started to fumble with my clothes as she reached down and scraped her nails up his torso, lifting his shirt all the way to his neck. "Get him ready too, the scissors are on the table." "Get him ready?" I asked. "Get his fucking clothes off!" She was getting more violent as she was getting hornier, and for all I'm gay, it kind of turned me on. By the time I'd gotten naked, found the scissors and cut his shirt off I think they'd forgotten about me. She lifted her hips a fraction and said, "Want to ask me something?" He gasped, "Get my cock out." I obliged and his moan of protest was cut short as her pussy plunged back onto his wet mouth. I cut the crotch out of his trousers so that the rags still wrapped his legs. His pants were thrown to one side as his cock rose to meet me. Seven inches of throbbing circumcised steel, with a juicy head. I gobbled it like a staving man. Part 3 to follow if I get any feedback.