Silvina walked down the sidewalk toward Paula's apartment. Her ashen white skin glowed amid the crowd of golden people of Buenos Aires.

Her brown hair blew in the strong wind of the Zonda that had brought in hot dry air from the interior of Argentina.

She rubbed the sweat from the brutal South American summer heat from her brown eyes as she entered the cool, refreshing lobby of Paula's apartment house.

Paula looked down at Robert, lying on his back, naked, and bound with strong packaging tape by the wrists and ankles to the legs of her overturned coffee table.

"Be nice!" she cooed. "Mistress Jessica and Mistress Silvina will be here any minute."

"Please, Paula," her boyfriend begged. "You know I don't like it when you let your friends play that game where you all spit in my mouth. That's so disgusting! And that one friend of yours makes me suck her feet! Yuck! And what you do to me after is..."

"HUSH!" Paula scolded him, and then slapped his face. "You know I expect this of you! And you know they are to believe that you LOVE our little game, even the part that the winner gets to do to you later! If either Jessica or Silvina even SUSPECT that you're not thrilled at the privilege to participate in our fun, you know what's going to happen, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," he sighed.

"Good!" At that, Paula squatted down and sat on his chest and hooked a dog leash to his collar so that he couldn't sit up. At 115 pounds, she wasn't a light woman, and he had to strain to inhale against her weight on his chest.

Next, while still sitting on his chest, she slid a medical brace under the back of his neck and buckled it tightly around his neck so that he couldn't turn his head from side to side.

She then placed a jaw-spreader in his mouth, the kind that dentists use to force patients' mouths open during oral surgery, and ratcheted it open to hold his mouth open wide.

She slapped his face once again just for the fun of it, then she inserted her toes into his mouth and said, "Suck my toes while we wait for my friends to arrive."

The lift brought Silvina up to the level of Paula's flat. "Come in!" Paula called out when Silvina pressed the buzzer.

"Welcome, Silvina!" Paula came over and hugged her friend. Silvina looked around to see that Paula's place was as elegant as ever, and her boyfriend was tied down in place in the corner, ready for the fun.

"Jessica just called on her cell," Paula said. "She's on her way up right now. How about a cup of coffee?"

A minute later, as Paula was bringing out a pot of fresh brewed coffee, imported from neighboring Columbia, the buzzer sounded again. Silvina sipped the refreshing cup as Paula welcomed Jessica inside.

The three friends made small talk for a while and drank their coffee.

Finishing their coffee, Paula said, "Now that our whistles are whetted, shall we let the game begin?"

"Of course!" Jessica answered.

"That's why I braved the horrid heat to get here!" Silvina added. Her nipples were hard and her sex was wet thinking about the contest, and maybe even winning!

The three women stood and walked over to the helpless naked guy. Robert's head was securely immobile, his wide-open mouth so inviting.

"Since you won last time, Jessica, "Paula said, "you may go first."

"Same rules?" Jessica asked.

"Sure!" Paula answered. "The first to spit into his mouth three times in a row wins the toilet mouth."

Jessica leaned over Robert's face and brushed her blonde hair away from her piercing black eyes. At 172 cm., she was at a slight disadvantage from the other two women, given the slightly greater distance she was from his mouth. She hocked up, and let a big drip of saliva ooze out of her mouth. It clung to her lips for a moment before dropping directly into his mouth.

"Yeah!" she cheered.

"You're next Silvina," Paula said.

Silvina leaned over him and hocked up pool of saliva in her mouth, she let it drip out. It dropped down and splashed into his left eye. His body quivered a moment as Silvina's spit pooled into a tiny puddle in his eye, and then dribbled down the side of his face.

"Darn!" Silvina sighed. "But I bet he's so turned on now!"

"I'm sure he is!" Paula answered as she straddled his body and took aim. Her spit splashed onto his upper lip, but didn't go into his mouth.

Jessica went again. And again, a big drop of her spit splashed directly into his mouth.

"I wonder if he really likes this," Jessica said.

"Of course he does!" Paula said. "He BEGS me constantly to invite you two over for our game! Don't you, Robert?" she asked him.

"Ahhhh," he said as if to answer "Yes."

Silvina took her turn, aimed, and dropped a big glob of saliva into his mouth.

"Ohhh!" the women cooed.

Paula went next, and also hit the target with her spit.

Jessica took her third turn--and missed--spitting onto his cheek.

Silvina missed, getting him in the eye again.

Paula got her second bulls-eye in a row. Robert was struggling against the jaw spreader to swallow all the women's spit that had accumulated in his mouth so far.

Jessica hit the target, but since she missed last time, this was, again, her first attempt at three in a row.

Silvina dropped a big glob of spit into his mouth that seemed to cling to her lips for a while before gravity asserted itself. "The pressure's on, Paula!" Silvina said.

Paula missed her chance at three in a row just then. "Darn!" she said.

"Yeah, but he's your boyfriend, so you get to play with him all the time!" Jessica said.

Jessica scored again, her second second-in-a-row.

Silvina also landed her second second-in-a-row.

Then Paula dropped a big glob of spit into his mouth, starting her next first of three.

Jessica took a deep breath and hocked up a wad of spit. She took careful aim, trying to position her mouth directly over his as she stood over him, and--missed--splashing his chin. "Crap!"

Robert's body quivered and quaked in obvious orgasmic delight as the competition between the three women heated up.

Now the pressure was on. Silvina stood straddling Robert's head and took aim. A long drop of saliva oozed out of her mouth and clung to her lip as it elongated and let go. It landed in his mouth as Silvina let out a cheerful, "Yes!"

"He's mine!" Silvina said to Paula.

"Yes," Paula answered. "He's yours for the rest of the day."

"So what should I do with him now?" Silvina cooed.

"It's up to you!" Paula said.

"Elija su torcedura!" Jessica added.

Paula turned to Jessica and said, "Let's go out and let Silvina have her fun."

"Okay, sure," Jessica answered. The women hugged, and then Silvina was alone with Paula's boyfriend.

Silvina didn't have to relieve herself yet, so she went back over to the sofa and poured herself another cup of still warm coffee. Grabbing the TV remote, she clicked through the channels.

Noticas were on several channels: Alberto Fernandez was making headlines again going on about a confrontation between the judges and prosecutors; the Americans were meddling in the domestic affairs of yet another country, brewing resentment and creating another source of future terrorists against the west; and Lionel Messi had been selected for some Soccer award or such.

Thinking of football, reminded Silvina of her feet, and how much she loved it when a boy sucked on hers.

Having planned what she wanted to do if she won, she wore a skirt with shoes and socks instead of stockings, so she kicked off her shoes, pulled her socks off, and walked back over to the helpless guy.

She knelt and removed the jaw spreader from his mouth. "Thank you, Mistress Silvina!" he said.

"You're welcome, Robert," Silvina answered. "And how are you going to thank me?" she asked.

"May I suck your toes, Mistress Silvina?"

"Of course you may!" she answered. Silvina had been anticipating doing "deep foot" if she won tonight. "You like to suck my toes, don't you?" she asked with a grin.

"Oh, yes, Mistress Silvina! Please let me lick your feet clean!"

She hoped this wouldn't injure him what she was about to do. Silvina knew that she was lighter than Paula by a few pounds, so she knew that she could safely do anything to him that Paula surely must do. She stepped up onto his chest and slid her right foot into his mouth. She pushed her foot deeper and deeper into his mouth, feeling her toes slide past the back of his mouth and down his throat. She picked up her other foot off his chest so that she was standing only on her one foot that was now inserted deeply into his mouth and down his throat. Her entire 105 pounds was being transmitted through her foot inserted deep into his gaping mouth.