A very slutty competition…

“We’re going to have a little competition,” Julie said, stretching out, kneeling beside me, both of us still naked. Max’s cock, recently freed from his shorts, bobbed in anticipation of our attention. “Let’s find out who can suck it the best.”

He blinked. “Oh god…”

“It’s simple, Max. We’ll take turns,” she said, sitting up. “You watch. Then all you have to do is choose.”

“Choose?” he said, as if it was his first time hearing the word.

“Yes,” she said, dragging her fingers up his thigh. “Who made you feel better? Who sucked it best. Properly. Okay?”

“Okay…”

“Oh. And no cumming. Not yet.”

“Fuck.”

“I go first,” she said, brushing her hair back.

I leaned back on my heels, watching, realising as I did so that I had been making small circles on my clit with my fingers as she had been speaking. I guess I was a slut now too. Whoops.

Max swallowed hard as Julie lowered her mouth to his cock, eyes locked on his. She started slowly, dragging her tongue up the underside, from base to tip, licking the length of him. He groaned immediately, hands gripping the sheets. I watched, admiring her technique even as I felt the burn of competition rising in my throat. She circled her tongue around the tip, then kissed it, wet and obscene, before sliding him into her mouth inch by inch.

Max moaned.

She took him deep, slowly, then pulled back, leaving a trail between her lips and the head of his cock, glancing sideways at me like she was waiting for my reaction. But the only reaction I could give was a flustered moan as I sunk my index and middle finger inside myself.

She maintained eye contact with me as she did it again, taking him deep, slowly, eking out the pleasure, the sensation. She knew she was being watched and she loved it. I, on the other hand, wanted that cock inside me. I wanted her on my face. I wanted to do whatever dirty filthy thing she was going to make me do next.

Max swore under his breath, the pleasure building.

She popped off him with a wet gasp, licking her lips.

“Okay,” she said. “Your turn.”

I moved into place, and now it was time for Julie to sit back on her heels, watching closely, arms folded beneath her breasts, judging me.

I leaned in slowly, deliberately. I wasn’t desperate. I wasn’t rushing. My hands slid up his thighs first, light, gentle caresses. I didn’t look at his body. I looked straight into his eyes. Held his gaze. Let the tension build. I was going to make him want each inch of my mouth before I even kissed it.

Julie sucked in a breath.

“Oh my god, you’re just going to tease him?”

I ignored her, still maintaining eye contact with him, bouncing a little and feeling the recoil in my breasts as I did so. I lowered myself until my lips hovered centimeters from him, not touching, just letting my breath warm his skin. His thighs tensed under my palms. “Sarah…” he whispered, voice thin, strained. “Please…”

I didn’t answer.

I kissed the inside of his thigh instead.

Just a brush. Feather-soft and slow.

Another kiss, higher. Even slower this time, lingering long enough for him to feel the shape of my mouth. Behind me, I could hear the wet sounds of Julie’s pussy, and I knew that despite her protests she was enjoying this as much as I was.

I shifted my weight forward, never breaking eye contact, pushing my ass out so Julie's vision was filled with it, my mouth trailing tiny, deliberate kisses up and down his cock, knowing that Julie had no choice but to stare at my pussy. I wondered if she could see the way it was contracting…

“Oh, she’s being evil,” Julie said quietly. “She’s actually torturing you.”

I let my lips brush him again, barely, just enough to make him flinch and suck in a breath. His whole body was shaking with restraint. I looked up at him again, running my tongue over my bottom lip, slowly, intentionally, still looking at him. I took his cock in my hand and gave it one quick stroke.

“Ohmyfuckinggodohfuck…”

I backed off and shrugged, turning to Julie with a sweet smile. “Your turn again.”

Julie pushed me aside with a playful shove and dove back in, this time more aggressive. Her hand twisted at the base while her mouth worked furiously up top, slurping noises echoing in the quiet room. Her eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth. She looked like a pornstar. Sloppy toppy, they call it, and she was giving it to him fully, her arms behind her back, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft.

When she pulled back, breathless and shiny-lipped, I was already sliding between his legs again. I looked her dead in the eye as I opened my mouth wide and took him in, moving my tongue in slow spirals. One hand gripped the base, the other massaged his balls.

“Jesus,” he gasped. “You two are fucking insane. I can’t take much more of this.” His hips bucked. “I’m close–”

Julie pulled me off him gently. “Don’t you dare,” she said, looking up at him. “You’re not here for that. You’re here to be our toy, understand?”

He whimpered.

“It’s Sarah’s turn, and you’re ruining it for her. Are you going to be a good boy for us or not?”

He closed his eyes and nodded.

“Carry on, Sarah,” she said, leaning back against the headboard once more, opening her legs. “You look so fucking good with a cock in your mouth.”

I didn’t bother being fancy this time. I just took him into my mouth and sucked him hard and fast, using my throat, drool spilling over my chin, hand pumping his base. He was grunting again within seconds, thighs trembling. His hand clamped over my head and he tried to hold still, but I didn’t let him. Julie laughed and sat up again, but instead of pulling me off him, she leaned in and kissed him, deep and slow, one hand on the back of my head while I sucked him. When I felt him swell in my mouth, I pulled back, holding his cock still, stopping all friction and sensation, holding him there in delicious, painful, desperate denial. Julie pulled away too.

“So…” she said, whispering in his ear. “Who wins?”

He couldn’t speak. He was shaking.

“Say it.”

He looked between us, dazed and broken. “Both. Both win. Please. I need to cum.”

Julie sighed theatrically and joined me on his cock, both of us taking him in our mouths together, Julie on the head, me on the base, licking and sucking and spitting and stroking, our tongues intertwining, kissing each other as we had a few nights before but now with the addition of his cock between our lips. He cried out, and suddenly he was cumming, hot and fast and messy. Julie took the first pulse on her tongue. I caught the next across my cheek. We kept sucking, even as he twitched and groaned and tried to pull away. We didn’t let him. Only when he collapsed completely, boneless and whimpering, did we sit back, our faces painted, our chests dripping with it. But we weren't done yet…