Chapter 6

Somebody was shaking me. I growled and rolled away from them, but whoever it was pursued me across the bed. I sighed heavily and opened my eyes.

It was Marti. She was still naked, sitting on her heels with her legs slightly spread, and I could see her pussy. “Are you awake now?” she asked.

I flopped over onto my back. “We both are,” I said. Marti chuckled as she watched my cock slowly harden. “How long did I sleep?”

“Almost six hours. It’s eleven o’clock on a snowy Friday night. Are you hungry?”

“I’m fucking starving,” I said truthfully. “I’m being held prisoner by two beautiful, horny sluts and they’re trying to fuck me to death. They aren’t feeding me either.”

Marti chuckled and got off the bed. I watched her walk across the room to the intercom, her hot little ass swaying and rolling as she moved and she gave me a lustful, knowing little smile as she looked at my cock and thumbed the talk button. “Lisa, are you there, honey?”

“Go ahead,” Lisa’s voice said metallically.

“Our Boy Toy is awake and accusing us of starving him and sexual abuse, among other crimes.” She smiled at me as I shook my head and grinned.

“Ask him how he wants his steak,” Lisa said.

“He’ll ask for it well done, but he’ll take it medium rare, with fries and a lot of ketchup.”

“Tell him fifteen minutes on the steak, and then you do something to justify the sexual abuse part of his outrageous accusations.” Lisa giggled merrily and added, “I wanna hear some yelling when I bring that steak up!”

“Got it,” Marti said. Her arm dropped to her side and she gave me the most predatory look I had ever seen on her face.

“You heard the lady, Larry,” she said. “What’ll make you yell?”

She watched me as I got out of the bed and walked to the closet door. I crooked my finger at her and went inside as she walked towards me, putting plenty swing in her hips and a bounce in her walk, making her tits quiver.

I could hear Lisa coming down the hall, so I thrust my hips forward hard and slapped her ass. “Oh God!” Marti yelled. “Yes!” I started to fuck her again, running my hands over her sweating flanks and finding her clit, slapping it lightly with my hand. She let out a strangled, moaning little scream and came again, her ass bucking against me as her orgasm roared through her.

Lisa stepped through the door, a tray with my dinner on it balanced in one hand and a folding tray table in the other. She looked our way and stared for a moment and then she smiled and shook her head. She set up the table in front of the chair we weren’t using, deposited the dinner tray on it and walked over to us, bending over and looking at Marti’s red and sweating face.

She reached out and smoothed Marti’s sweat dampened hair back, and as Marti looked at her, she said, “I meant that you should make him yell, honey.”

Marti shivered and gasped as I buried my cock in her and moaned, “He didn’t see it that way.”

“Well, you’re in a fine mess now, aren’t you?” Lisa said. She looked up at me. “Whatdaya wanna do? Fuck her or eat?”

“Eat,” I replied. I pulled my cock out of Marti’s sloppy cunt and followed Lisa to the tray table, sat in the chair and picked up my knife and fork. The steak smelled delicious, the odor making my mouth water. The was a huge side of fries with it and a big glass of milk and a small bottle of ketchup sat next to the platter.

“Larry!” Marti said, looking at me. “You’re not gonna leave me like this, are you?”

“Why not?” I asked. “I’m not done with you yet.” I looked at her and smiled. She didn’t look too uncomfortable, considering. She was bent over the back of the other chair, her hands out in front of her and tied securely to the front legs of the chair with a pair of nylon stockings. The chair back was just high enough that her feet didn’t touch the floor and they were bound too, one to each back leg of the chair.

“Larry!” she said with a tinge of despair in her voice.

I ignored her and opened the ketchup bottle, poured a dollop of it on the platter for dipping my fries and capped it.

“Larry!” It was Marti again.

“Quiet, woman, or I’ll give you something to holler about,” I said without looking at her.

“Larry! Please!”

I sighed and stood up, picked up the small, restaurant sized ketchup bottle and walked over to her. “I told you to be quiet,” I said reproachfully to her. I carefully seated the top of the ketchup bottle between her labia and slowly pushed it into her sodden pussy in one smooth thrust, not stopping until she had it all.

“Oh God!” she shrieked, her head coming up as she arched her back.

“Nope,” I said as I came out from behind her. “It’s just me. Larry.” I bent over and looked her in the face. “Now you be quiet while I’m eating my dinner. Don’t make me go looking for something to put in your ass.”

“You wouldn’t!” she gasped.

“Try me,” I said. She started to say something and clamped her lips together when I raised a finger and shook it at her. “Very good,” I said. I straightened up and went back to my dinner.

Lisa gave me a little grin and seated herself on the ottoman. “How long are you gonna leave her like that?”

“Until I’ve eaten and gotten off in her pretty little cunt,” I said. “Why?”

She squirmed a little and looked hungrily at my half-hard cock. “Well, I was kinda hoping that...”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said as I carved off a chunk of meat. “I can do you and finish her off later.” I grinned at Lisa. “After all, she’s not going anywhere, is she?”

The steak was delicious, as were the fries. I ran out of ketchup several times during the course of the meal and I asked Lisa each time to get the ketchup bottle for me. Each time I had her put it back, she had to try several times to get it seated back in Marti’s cunt in just the right way. She usually didn’t get it right until Marti climaxed.

It was a noisy dinner.

Marti was tucked into the big bed, sleeping the sleep of a sexually sated woman. Lisa and I were in the bathroom, about to indulge ourselves in a nice hot bath.

I helped her into the roomy whirlpool tub, followed her in and settled down with her between my legs. “I haven’t had a bubble bath since mom stopped bathing me when I was five or six.” I remarked, smiling at her.