She makes some phone calls, and within twenty minutes, you're standing naked and blushing in front of three eighteen year old girls, sitting side by side on the bed. In the middle is Charlotte, still wearing her jeans but she's changed out of the t-shirt you spunked over - she's wearing one with Hello Kitty on it now. With her freckles, skinny frame and her short spikey hair, she should look the picture of innocence, but you know better.
On her left sits a pale girl with straight black shoulder length hair, huge dark eyes and full wide lips painted a vivid greasy red. She's wearing a velvet dress, dark purple and covered with a pattern of tiny skulls. She's been introduced to you as Emily, and is grinning at you and twiddling her thumbs.
On Charlottes right sits Molly, a plumper girl, equally pale, and very nerdy. Her hairline is marked with traces of teenage acne, her long hair a dull brown and tied into a loose pony tail. She peers at the world through thick lensed glasses, has a snub nose and full lips. Her body is heavy, massive boob, butt and hips. She's dressed in a tight pale blue t-shirt and even tighter bluejeans. She's staring at you levelly, and occasionally licks her lips.
"Okay then," says Charlotte, hopping to her feet, "Let's get started! We're going to train you up good mister!"
She turns back to her friends and asks them how they want to start.
"There's two ways to go, in a case like this," says Molly idly, in a surprisingly deep voice, "We could tease him and tease him and not let him cum.. or we could milk him dry."
Emily laughs and leans forward, grinning at you brightly.
"What do you think, Mister? Which would you like us to do?"
You gulp nervously. |