Flying Figure Ranch ~Five~

Content advisory: f/m/f sex, oral sex

This is an on-going serial story.

Julian Anderson wasn’t into clubbing, but Alex had convinced him to go see Cody play. His description of the lower level had nothing, or almost nothing, to do with Julian’s decision to go and check out Cody and the club.

He pushed his way through the throng and moved toward the stage where Cody was in rare form. The kid had to be the biggest showoff Julian had ever seen. But then if he had Cody’s talent, he’d probably be a showoff, too.

Heavy metal thundered from giant stacks while the light-man bathed the stage in flashing, colored lights. Tendrils of fog drifted above the floor like serpents. All in all, pretty cool.

Standing directly in front of Cody, as close to the stage as they could get, were two women. From the back, they looked fine enough. Both had long hair and tight assess packed into short dresses that revealed toned bodies beneath.

Julian sidled up beside them. “Awesome, isn’t he?” He had no problem profiting from his brother’s popularity.

“Yes,” the one next to him said. She gave him a grin. Julian about swallowed his tongue. She was perhaps the most lovely woman he’d ever beheld. Her companion, slightly smaller with deep auburn hair was no slouch next to her blonde friend. Julian might have hit the female jackpot. Unless… “Do you know him?” He indicated Cody.

“No. We’re here on business. I’m Tracy. This is Alicia.” She nodded at her friend.

Intrigued, he asked, “What kind of business?”

“We came to check him out for our boss,” Tracy said.

“What do you mean?”

“To see if he might be what Richard’s looking for. He’s a manager. He’s hand picking members for a band. And believe me, he’ll put the money behind them to take them to the top.”

“Oh my God,” Julian said. “So what do you think?”

“I think Cody’s our boy.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it. This is nothing unusual. He’s good. More than good. I take it you know him?”

“He’s my little brother.”

Tracy looked him over more carefully. “Yeah, I can see it.”

“Can I buy you ladies a drink?” he asked.

“Sure. That would be nice,” Alicia said.

They followed him to a vacant table where they flanked him, cornering him between their gorgeous bodies. Julian couldn’t decide which one was the most appealing.

A waitress came and took their orders. After the drinks arrived, Julian noticed that not one, but both of them were subtly checking him out.

“Have you been here before?” Alicia asked.

“No. My brother Alex insisted that I should check this place out.”

“Did he tell you about the rooms downstairs?”

Julian choked on his drink.

Tracy thumped him on the back until he could breathe again.

Alicia giggled. “Sorry,” she said. “I would take that as a yes then.”

“How do you know what’s downstairs?” he asked.

“We thoroughly, and I mean thoroughly, check out every place we scout before we go there,” Alicia said. “You have to know what you’re walking into in this business.”

“I suppose so,” he said though he doubted much harm could come to two women scouting performers. Then again, some clubs were a lot rougher than Cody’s hangout.

Both women leaned a little closer to him. Tracy’s hand appeared and landed on his thigh. He shot her a sideways glance. A moment later, Alicia’s hand parked on his other thigh. Julian’s cock sprang to merry attention.

“Um, ladies…what’s going on here?”

Tracy maneuvered even closer. “How would you like to get a personal tour of the downstairs?”

“You mean…”

“Yes,” Alicia said. “That’s exactly what we mean. We have a room reserved for our use.” They looked at each other then back at him.

“We’d like you to join us,” Tracy said.

Holy shit. “You mean with both of you?”

“Yes,” Tracy said. “You’re the hottest thing in here in jeans.”

“Your brother’s pretty hot, too, but we’re supposed to leave him alone. Strictly business with him.”

“You guys ever done this before?” he croaked.

“Of course. Do we look like blushing prudes?”

“No.” They looked like a couple of women used to being fully in charge of whatever they did. Excitement zinged through him. He was going to be double teamed by two seriously gorgeous women. And he was certainly okay with that idea. He drained his drink and waited to see if they wanted another.

Alicia’s hand crept toward his crotch. She pressed over the bulge in his jeans. Then she went for the zipper. Holy crap.

Her fingers slipped inside and gripped him. She met his eyes and smirked.

“What are you doing?” Tracy demanded and a second later her hand joined the fray under the table.

Julian shifted, trying to accommodate both groping women. One cupped his balls through the denim of his jeans and the other stroked his cock. He stifled a groan and fought to sit still and not make it obvious that something of a sexual nature was going on between the three of them.

“You guys are killing me,” he said and tried not to thrust his hips in the chair like a complete fool.

Alicia giggled and the pressure on his nuts increased then released, cluing him in as to which woman’s hand was where. Tracy’s hand took a firmer grip and caressed his shaft. He gasped. “Babe, you’re jerking me off under there. I’ll come in my pants if you keep doing that.”

She grinned and gave him several more firm strokes before stopping and playing with the head. She teased the top, running her nail over the little slit. She hit and smeared a droplet of liquid on the crown.

He was going to have to stop her if she didn’t quit. Playing at the table was one thing, blowing his load in his jeans was another matter entirely. One he wasn’t willing to undergo.

Thankfully, she withdrew from his pants and run the zipper back up, all with no indication that anything had transpired out of sight.

“How about we take the show downstairs?” Alicia asked with a saucy grin.

Without waiting for him to reply, Tracy grabbed her tiny purse and stood. “Let’s go.”

And somehow Julian found himself hemmed in between two gorgeous women with a mission on their minds. They took him to the back stairs and the three of them descended into the lower level.

Alicia led them through thick swirling fog to the last room at the end of the hall. Apparently, she’d already been downstairs to see what their play room was like because she said, “You are so gonna’ love this.” She unlocked the door and shoved it open.

Julian entered and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The walls were decorated in post-modern kink or perhaps it was post-modern porn. Whips, chains, masks, harnesses that he had no clue of their use, collars and leads, and things that he couldn’t identify hung neatly on the walls.

A large wooden table sat to one side and a huge bed on the other.

“Holy shit,” he said as he stared at the accessories.

“We want to play dominants. We’d like you to play our sub. Are you willing to go along?

“You mean you want me to be submissive?”

“Yes, and you have to address us as Mistress,” Tracy said and giggled.

“Oh come on. I’m willing to play, but I’m not calling you two Mistress. Sorry.” He couldn’t help but grin. If they wanted hard core sex, they wouldn’t insist on the title.

Alicia stuck her lip out in a pout but then said, “Oh, okay.”

“All right. I’ll play along.” He’d never done anything so nuts but hell, it might be fun. Who knew what these two would cook up. One thing was certain. He was going to get an evening he would never forget, and boy, he couldn’t wait to tell Alex about this adventures.

Tracy went to the wall and selected a collar with rings and a leash. She came back to him and with an evil smirk, she said, “Strip. Then I’m going to put on your collar and leash.”

Julian grinned and shucked his clothes in record speed. He stood before them, toned, strong, and proud of his body. His cock stood at attention, too, awaiting its own reward.

Tracy put the collar around his throat and fastened it just shy of tight and clipped on the leash.

Alicia rummaged through a drawer under the table. She returned a moment later. “First thing, we need to get a good cock-ring on you.” And without a moment’s hesitation, she grasped him and fitted the constricting device around the base of his prick and tethered his balls. He almost shuddered. He’d never worn a cock-ring before and it felt strange and foreign.

Tracy tugged on the leash. “All right, on the bed.”

He followed her obediently and sat on the mattress.

Alicia had apparently appointed herself the accessory girl. She brought a leather hood and a set of handcuffs. “Okay, big boy. First the hood.”

He sat still while she pulled the soft leather over his head. The covering was instantly hot and dark. And it immediately changed the game and put them fully in charge.

“Lay down,” Alicia said. “And put your hands over your head.

He did what she wanted. Seconds later she snapped a handcuff on his right wrist. Something clanked and the other cuff clicked into place, chaining him to the bed.

His cock twitched and both women tittered.

Clothes rustled. The women stripping? Being unable to see lent an air of mystery that he liked. The bed dipped. A moment later a warm hand closed around his cock. He jumped in surprise. The hand began leisurely stroking his shaft. Then a wet tongue stroked over his nipple. He sucked in his breath. Teeth nipped, then a soothing stroke of her tongue swiped over the nip. A hand joined the tongue action, pinching and rolling his other nipple. Julian gasped with pleasure.

The one caressing his dick grasped his balls and massaged. Now with four hands working him, Julian arched his back and a deep moan came out of him. Suddenly the head of his cock was engulfed in warm, wet mouth.

“Oh, God,” he groaned. “Please don’t—“

“Silence,” Tracy snapped, then giggled.

He clammed up, wanting to play along, though neither woman was able to come off as serious either.

The mouth on his dick took more of him, and her tongue swirled around the head in slow teasing sweeps. Struggling to remain quiet, his hips pumped madly. The hand tightened just shy of causing pain on his nuts and he controlled his movements. More of his cock was taken in. Teeth grazed gently.

The one was playing with his nipples, sending sensations rippling through him in waves of delightful torment. He groaned. They were killing him and he loved it. The blindness and heat of the mask while in a way were overwhelming, was also one of the most erotic things he’d ever experienced.

Suddenly the wonderful, warm mouth slid off him and her accomplice stopped tormenting his nipples. He wanted to ask what they were doing but stayed silent as he waited to see what they would do next. He heard a tiny tearing sound and a moment later one of them rolled a condom onto his cock.

They shuffled around and then a female form straddled his hips. She moved again and grasped his dick, positioning it against her hot flesh. With a moan, she slipped down on his shaft, impaling herself on him. He stifled his own moan of pleasure and she began riding him. Her moans increased with her gyrating hips.

The cock ring and the condom were doing a marvelous job of delaying his orgasm while she pumped frantically on him. After long minutes, she let out a long cry and stiffened.

The mattress shifted and the other woman pulled the mask up to his nose. A moment later her lips pressed to his and her tongue shoved at him, eagerly seeking entrance. He opened and her tongue shot into his mouth.

The other one pumped a few more times on his cock and he thought he was going to die from pleasure. His tongue twisted forcefully in a deep kiss that became something else entirely when she started sucking on his tongue. He wanted to come from the overwhelming stimulation and couldn’t from the constriction around his cock and balls.

Then the one straddling him eased off his cock and removed the condom. Cool air brushed his flaming prick. The other broke the kiss and a second later, more latex was rolled onto his stiff cock. He knew he was going to die when the next one straddled him and eased onto his shaft. Her moans of pleasure accompanied her slow, tormenting ride on his dick. Her lusty cries filled the room. He bucked under her, keeping pace with her wild pumping. The heat of her pussy scorched through the rubber.

Her hand caught his balls and massaged until he moaned loudly. She squeezed sharply and pumped harder. God, which one was she? Her pussy was so hot and tight, he wanted to fuck her all night. She bucked on him and he surged under her, pushing himself deep in that marvelous hot flesh. With his vision taken away, his hearing was dominant, and the wet sound of her pussy sliding on his rubber encased cock made a music all its own. She had to be soaking wet. If only he could get his fingers and his tongue in that moisture.

He moaned and lips crushed against his, effectively silencing him. A tongue slid into his mouth and rubbed sensuously, twisting and stroking. He sucked on her tongue, drawing her further into himself. A hand grasped his nipple and pinched lightly.

The one on his cock let out a long moan, pumped him even harder, then she stiffened as she orgasmed. The hood was pulled away allowing him to see.

Alicia sat with his cock inside her. Tracy was at his shoulders.

He lurched hard, driving his cock deep, coming hard inside the rubber. Then he collapsed, wrung out. “Oh my God,” he said. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” He’d said that before, and he’d thought it was true, but now he knew the difference between great sex and mind blowing sex.

Alicia dismounted and stripped off the condom. She bent and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head, cleaning him. Then she removed the cock-ring and eased off the bed. “You were pretty damn good yourself, stud.”

“I second that,” Tracy said. “I’d fuck you any day.”

Julian rattled the cuffs.

“Oh,” Alicia said and giggled. She produced the key and released the bracelets.

Julian held his arms out. “Ladies, there’s no need to be in a rush. Unless we’re going to be tossed out of this room soon, I say we play a little more. Only this time, you two are on the bottom. I want to fuck both of you. My turn, if you will.”

They looked at each other, shared a mutual grin, and climbed back into bed with him, one on either side. They snuggled close, burrowing into him. Their hands already began an exploration that wouldn’t end until he’d had both under him.

The night was far from over and it was going to be glorious.

~ Nickie Asher ~

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