Unknown - The big whip-off

Finally the knock came that Leslie had been waiting for. At the same time, the dark haired girl gave a silent curse. After what she had just said she couldn't very well ask Kay to clear out just so she could have some fun with this new stud.

Damn it!

"Come in."

Did he ever. It was as dramatic as entrance as one could ever hope to make. The sex stud stood proudly in the middle of the doorway, making both women realize just how tall he was as they compared him with the tiny amount of space in the archway.

"Woof!"

Kay was about start acting foolishly as she stared at the guy. It was like looking at a young Conan. Curly long hair hanging down past his broad shoulders. Big and beefy with rippling muscles from head to toe.

"Oh Jesus! After being teased all night long, not getting any nookie, do you know how damn good he looks?"

For a scary moment, Leslie thought her partner was about to burst into tears. Leslie was looking him over as well, about to admit that this had to be a gift from the Gods.

So why did his timing have to be so damn bad?

Yes, she knew Kay had had a bad time of it. And yes, the girl probably even deserved having a spot of fun, but why now? Why with this beautiful creature that was rightfully hers?

Conan closed the door behind him, slowly stepping towards the bed. Moving as if stalking the two women there. His body had been lightly oiled, the soft lighting in the room playing over every facet of him. Bouncing and dancing playfully off of every muscle.

And there were so many of those!

"He's perfect. Oh, let me at him!" Kay hissed through a barely opened mouth. Keeping her lips closed so she wouldn't drool on herself.

It was a strain on their friendship, but Leslie couldn't find it in herself to deny Kay. But Leslie wasn't ready to completely do without.

"Slave!" she barked.

"Yes?" Conan and Kay answered in unison.

Leslie made a face at her partner before turning her attention back to the muscle bound playtoy. "I haven't had coffee yet. Call and get us some refreshments. And possibly more help," as she indicated to the fact there were two wanting females in the room needing servicing.

"As you wish Mistress," the stud said with a smile, reaching for the phone.

"God, don't you just love the way they do that," Kay sighed. "Anything you ask, and they just do it. Can we take some home with us?"

"Anything else?" Conan interrupted, his task now complete.

Leslie reached for the small key dangling from Kay's neck, figuring it had to unlock her cuffs. Then she handed it over to the mighty stud.

"Yes. See to my slave would you? Possibly that will stop her complaining mouth. Amuse and indulge yourself."

Kay couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of "GOODIE!", she was off the bed and rubbing herself over as much of the stud as her body could cover.

The huge stud wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting her with ease of picking up the morning paper. Shifting slightly, he changed his grip. Supporting her by cupping most of Kay's ass in one catcher's mitt sized hand. Bringing the redhead up high enough he could chew on her already hardened nipples.

"Oh God! I've died and this is heaven!" Kay said as she squirmed around, trying to get one of his supporting fingers to inch a little closer to her pussy. Or better still, into it!

She could hear him chuckling as he did everything possible to prevent giving the girl the penetration she so desired. He was going to make her wait for it longer. His mouth didn't stray from her breasts though. He was just wanting to make sure he got her to the boiling point before going on.

"God he's good! And, God I'm horny!" Kay cried.

She was doing all she could to lean into the hunk. Wishing he had freed her hands so she could hug his face to her chest. Filling his hot mouth with as much breast meat as she could stuff in there.

Leslie just looked on and pouted.

Acting like a little girl. Her arms crossed over her chest, doing what she could to ignore the sight before her.

Cursing. Damn it! That should be me melting in his arms, not her.

Not at all sure what she'd do if his cock turned out to be as huge as the rest of him was. Where was that other stud? What did a girl have to do around here to get a good pussy stuffing?

Conan seemed to have gotten his fill of Kay's chest and was lowering her back down to the floor. The hand he was holding her with made sure her legs were slightly spread, forcing her pussy to rub over his hip and thigh as he lowered her inch, by tantalizing inch.

The redhead couldn't prevent the moan which escaped her throat. She felt weightless, falling completely under the stud's magic spell. And she was sure that if he were to spend some more time rubbing her up and down over his heavily muscled thigh, she'd be cumming like crazy.

As it was, she nearly exploded when her leg brushed over his cock. That wonderful erection feeling so good against her heated skin.

Conan let Kay go and suddenly her legs didn't have enough strength to hold her up. As if her body had turned to jello, she slowly sank down to her knees. A position which didn't bother her, because it brought that thick lump directly in front of her face.

She knelt there mesmerized as his fingers untied the bows at his hips. The only things holding the G-string briefs in place. His cock all but exploded out at her, coming close to hitting Kay in the face.

More than ever before, she wished her hands were free. Seeing how truly beautiful his shaft was, Kay wanted, no needed, to touch it.

To handle it. Fondling it's heavy thickness with both hands.

And once she had a firm grip on the situation, stuff him in where she needed to feel him the most!

But she couldn't. That didn't mean she didn't appreciate the stunning sight before her. The thick cock had started off staring her in the face, now it was free of the confines of those tight briefs and in full view of such a desirable, naked woman, it was rearing up firm and tall.

Rising up past Kay's eyes.

It looked so good and she wanted it so badly, so the redhead didn't waste any time chasing after it. Unable to prevent herself, she closed her mouth over the deeply colored knob at the shaft's tip.

The big stud smiling as she did so. Letting her take a good long taste of his meat before he made any move at all. The motion he did make was to grab for the back of Kay's head. Holding her in place as he began rocking his hips at her.

"Ooouuoohhhh! Ouugght riiqqkkk iisss!"

Kay started to complain. Muffled sound making it's way from around her tightly packed lips. If she could have pulled away from his shaft, Kay would have told Conan where else he could put his tool. For as good as this prize cock tasted, or as bad as what she wanted it, this wasn't the way she wanted to receive him.

The stud didn't seem to mind one way or another. He was just happy with the discovery that he could wedge so much of his meat between Kay's wet lips. Her mouth felt so good, he decided to sample her oral talents a little longer. Grabbing onto Kay's head with both hands now, he began feeding more of his length to her.

Kay's cheeks and eyes bulged in direct proportion to how much cock she was taking on. Trying to get away from the sex slave did her no good. Conan's grip on her head and neck were too tight, and without the use of her cuffed hands she had no way to fight back.

So she made all the noise she could. Grunting and moaning in an attempt to get Leslie to come help. Only the dark haired girl was still laying in bed, arms crossed, being grumpy and pouting.

Not even watching as the stud raped Kay's face!

Not reacting in any way at all until she heard the knock at the door.

"About damn time! Come in," Leslie bellowed.

The door opened and in walked a stud who could have been Conan's younger brother.