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Hostess Gift
🕑 Added 2025-04-24 18:15:57 +0000 UTCA fast, teasing encounter between Connor, Siobhan, and some visiting friends :)
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The weekend was almost over, and the last few sips of beer and wine swirled around the bottoms of our glasses as we fidgeted with them, none of us quite willing to finish.
Siobhan and I were hosting three of her former roommates, all of whom, according to her passing comments, had “cleaned up nicely” since she had known them in college.
I had no points of comparison to judge this for myself, but I could certainly agree that they were a lovely bunch to look at, as well as to spend time with.
Roisin was a petite, softspoken redhead with an aura of confident ease and a fondness for silk blouses.
Luke cut a striking figure, well over six statuesque feet of muscle, and he could shift fluidly between soft affability and an intriguing hint of edge.
Kelly, I had to admit, I found especially beautiful, probably because of how much she reminded me of Siobhan. The two of them had almost the same lean, powerful swimmer’s body. And Kelly’s dark hair hung long around her shoulders in the same voluminous cascade as Siobhan’s blonde waves.
Both Kelly and Siobhan were wearing thin sundresses today, with low-cut tops and skirts that had billowed in the breeze at the seaside restaurant where we’d dined, before retreating to our place for this last drink.
At this moment, Kelly had her hand on top of Siobhan’s, and she was loudly recounting an incident in which they had gambled on who could “borrow” the most impressive object from their maths teacher without getting caught.
There seemed to be ongoing disagreement over which of them had won.
They both looked to Luke for backup, and then more pointedly to Roisin. Sparks flew, like out of a poorly smothered campfire. It was no secret that Siobhan, Kelly, and Roisin had a shared history of… experimentation, from their college years.
The thought had crossed my mind more than once during their visit that it might not be terrible to see those old sparks reignite and burn a little, for old time’s sake. It might not be impossible, either. Our guests were all currently single, and I was sure Siobhan had mentioned to them how flexible the bounds of our own relationship could be.
But the flirtation had remained subtle, and given that I was the outsider to the dynamic, I hadn’t wanted to be the first to suggest anything beyond the bounds of a respectable visit among adult friends.
Roisin was the first to break off the game of chicken we were playing with the bottoms of our glasses. She lifted hers to her expertly painted lips, drained that last sip of wine, and set it down decisively.
“Well,” she said.
“Is it that time?” I asked reluctantly.
“Nearly,” said Roisin, glancing unreadably at the others. “But we did prepare a little thank-you, for all the hospitality.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” said Siobhan.
“We know,” Roisin completed the dance of courtesy. “But if you could just humor us and close your eyes? Both of you.”
Siobhan and I looked at each other. A familiar sentiment passed silently between us.
Let’s see where this goes.
Our eyelids fell shut.
There was shifting in the room. An agonizing pause. The table in front of me creaked, and I was sure for a moment that I was about to be told to open my eyes, and when I did, I would find some ordinary hostess gift resting there. Probably more wine.
Someone’s breath brushed my face. The sensation didn’t pass, like someone leaning close by accident on the way to something else. It stayed, and after a few seconds, I felt the incredibly gentle brush of a lip at the left corner of my mouth. And at the right corner, at the same time.
Excitement spiked through me, dispersing what remained of my buzz.
I opened my own mouth to the two others hovering on either side of me. I kissed one, then the other, then both at once, eagerly. I could taste the faint remnants of expensive lipstick that had to be Roisin’s, and a hint of the floral-infused beer Kelly had been drinking. I was vaguely aware that there were more sounds of kissing in the room than I could account for.
This blind mingling of lips and tongues lasted only seconds, like a test. Once Roisin and Kelly got a good taste of my enthusiasm, they pulled their lips away, and their hands descended on me. My shirt was pulled upward. It tangled on my elbow for a moment, and then hit the floor somewhere behind me. My trousers went next, pulled by one pair of hands while another quickly secured my arms to the chair with a smooth but unyielding nylon rope.
I opened my eyes without meaning to. Kelly smirked at me from inches away as she tied the knots. Roisin came as close to a smirk as her more prim features could manage. Behind them both, I could see Luke towering over Siobhan, one hand in her hair, the other down the low front of her dress, rubbing her breast. Her eyes were still closed, and her head was tilted back, trying to invite Luke’s lips back to hers, where I was sure they’d already been a moment before.
Instead of obliging, he tugged up on the low neck of her dress. Siobhan raised her arms, lifted her ass briefly from the chair, and let the flowing dress slide up and off and onto the floor. When it was gone, her eyes opened too, and met mine again.
She took stock of Kelly’s and Roisin’s hands on me, and gave me an indulgent smile.
“Well, this is fun,” she said.
“Yeah.” I grinned back.
Luke leaned down between us to kiss Siobhan again, heavily, and returned his hands to her breasts, slipping his fingers under her little black bra.
I couldn’t watch, not the way I wanted to. There were so many bodies between us.
I wanted to see everything, hear everything, taste everything, capture every detail of this evening and explore it for days, but time kept moving at its relentless pace, and I had to take in what I could.
I saw Roisin picking up the overnight bag she’d insisted on keeping close to her at the table, and holding it out to the others.
Luke unhooked Siobhan’s bra and reached into the bag to retrieve a black leather harness to replace it.
Kelly reached into the bag at the same time, almost fighting Luke to get her hand on a vibrator wand.
Luke waited impatiently for another turn at the bag, and then grabbed a second length of rope to bind Siobhan’s hands behind her back. Roisin went over to help him, and wound the rope higher and higher, until Siobhan’s arms were folded together all the way to the elbow.
“Which turns you on more?” Kelly whispered in my ear, with one arm around my shoulders. “What’s happening over there?” She nodded to Siobhan, who was already loudly moaning as Luke teased her nipples, which were surrounded but completely unprotected by the tight network of leather straps. “Or what’s happening right here?”
Kelly wrapped her hand tightly around my already hard shaft, squeezing me through my boxers.
I rocked my hips back and forth, as if I could wriggle my way out of the fabric, but I made no progress.
“Which do you like better?” Kelly repeated, squeezing harder, working her way a little higher up my shaft but stopping just short of the head.
“Well…”
My voice came out breathless. I stared over Kelly’s shoulder, watching Luke suck and bite at Siobhan’s right nipple, hardening and testing it until he was satisfied that it was ready for him to add an ornate clamp with a dangling gem. Siobhan cried out when the clamp bit down. The sound could almost have been mistaken for annoyance, if it weren’t for the way she thrust her other breast toward him for the same treatment. Roisin was running her hands down Siobhan’s abs, around to her inner thighs, studiously avoiding her pussy for now.
“I guess I’d have to say what’s happening over there is in the lead right now,” I said. “But it’s still anybody’s game.”
I arched one of my eyebrows in the challenging way that always drove Siobhan crazy.
It seemed to have the same effect on Kelly.
She tweaked one of my nipples, harder and more abruptly than anything Luke had done to Siobhan so far, making me gasp. “I should go join the three of them, and leave you tied up here all alone, just for that!” she said, but she clearly had no intention of doing so.
I’d made it a contest now. Or, I guess Kelly had done that herself, but I’d certainly helped it along. She was going to do whatever it took now, to get the strongest reaction out of me.
Kelly raised the vibrator wand and pressed the button to set it buzzing. Then she lowered it to drag the tip along the same path her hand had just wandered, from the base of my shaft to just below the head. Then she lifted it away.
The breath went out of me, and I strained to follow the toy, without meaning to.
“Do you like that?” she asked softly.
“You can tell that I do,” I said.
“Mmm, you want more?” she trailed it over her palm.
“Is that a trick question?”
Kelly smiled coyly.
“Roisin,” she called, holding the vibrator out to her. “Here, you’re better at this part. Keep him on the edge, but don’t let him finish until I say so. We’re just getting started.”
Roisin accepted the wand — and a good share of my attention with it — and settled into the chair next to me, curling in close to me.
I instantly felt guilty for not having taken more note of her already.
She was beautiful, obviously, but the sight of her, holding that source of stimulation just out of reach above me, made me realize how little I actually knew about her. She was by far the quietest person here, but there was no bashfulness or uncertainty whatsoever in the way she held that toy.
What she was about to do to me, she had done it many times before, to someone. I wondered what other secret knowledge was hiding behind her strait-laced fashion sense.
With perfect aim and no hesitation, she touched the wand right to the head of my cock. I expected the contact to only last a second, a brief, safe tease, but she held the wand in place until my breath shortened, and I could feel tremors starting in my legs.
I wondered for a moment if she was doing the opposite of what Kelly wanted, if maybe I was just a prop in some unknown drama between the two of them, but then I felt a building rush, the end stage of the leadup to a powerful orgasm, and Roisin lifted the wand decisively away, leaving me gasping and squirming.
I almost couldn’t believe her precision. The feeling had come on so fast that I didn’t think I could have warned her if I’d tried, but she hadn’t even needed me to.
“Shh, shh, shh,” she whispered, and I wasn’t sure if she was speaking to all of me or just directly to my cock. “Calm down.”
Kelly chuckled, no doubt at the desperate expression on my face.
“Oh, no, there’s so much more to do before you can have that,” she teased.
“Such as?” I asked.
“Such as… deciding who gets your cock and who gets your face, when we tie you to the bed and ride you together.”
That image flashed through me, bringing enough of a thrill to make me worry for a moment about spilling over in my boxers, even without the toy.
I tried feebly for a tone of nonchalance when I asked, “Do I get to decide, or do you?”
“Oh, you caught that, did you?” Kelly laughed. “We decide, of course. But if you have a request, we might take it into account.”
I looked away and pretended to think about it. Really, I was trying to get enough of a hold on myself to be ridable at all, but there was nowhere to divert my attention to, except for Luke and Siobhan.
The two of them had been sharing a bench seat, and by this point he had pulled her up onto his lap, sideways. She was completely naked except for the clamps and chest harness. Her hips bucked as she tried to grind against his bulge, but he was holding her knees firmly closed with one arm. The fingers of his other hand were looped through one of the harness’s metal rings, holding her upright.
Their faces were level with each other, even with her propped up on his lap. Normally, I loved being about the same size as my strong, athletic girlfriend. I loved the versatility of it, the way we could switch roles whenever we wanted, and she could pin me and push me around on her turn and really let me feel it. But for a split second, watching her with Luke, I was almost jealous of the effortless way he could control every movement between them.
He shifted her onto her side, still facing him, and laid a heavy smack on the side of her ass. She grunted and moaned, and tried to grind on him again. She grinned with pure, mischievous joy when he spanked her again for it.
“She’s always liked it rough,” Kelly whispered to me. “That hasn’t changed. I hope she hasn’t been going without, while she’s been alone with you.”
“I give it to her all right,” I said.
“Just all right?” Kelly teased. “Poor Siobhan.”
“That was a little something called false modesty,” I said. “Some people find it charming.”
“Really?” Kelly laughed and took the vibrator wand back from Roisin. She twirled it around and around my cock, spiraling slowly upward about three quarters of the way, then starting over from the bottom.
She was right, she didn’t quite have Roisin’s finesse with the toy, but she didn’t need it to make me pant and shudder with desire.
“Convince me that your modesty isn’t justified,” she said, softly, “and I’ll turn this up to the next setting.”
“Well...” I struggled to think through the vibrations, even as gentle as they were. “Last week, Siobhan said that all she wanted was for me to fill her up in every possible place. So, I borrowed her strap-on and put it on over my dick. And when I say ‘over,’ I don’t mean in front of it. I mean above it.”
“So that you could fuck her in two places at once all by yourself?”
“Three, actually,” I said. “When she got a little too comfortable, we added a dildo gag.”
“Did she like it?”
“Ask her yourself.”
Kelly looked to Siobhan and cleared her throat expectantly.
Siobhan was writhing in Luke’s arms, throwing her full weight into trying to bite his lips, clearly loving the way he could jerk her firmly to arm’s length by the harness.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, that was a good one,” Siobhan confirmed.
“Hmm,” Kelly considered the vibrator. “I guess that’s worth a little more.”
She pressed the button to intensify the vibrations, but did not press the toy back to my cock. Instead, she reached around to stick it between the seat and backrest of my chair, and traced the very back of my crack, still through my boxers.
“What about you?” she asked. “Do you like it as rough as Siobhan does?”
“As rough, no,” I answered honestly, holding Kelly’s gaze while she teased my ass. “But pretty rough? Yeah.”
Kelly pushed the vibrator against me a little harder, a little lower, as if she was going to try to shove it inside with the cloth still between us. Then she pulled it away and passed it back to Roisin.
“Good to know,” she said.
My breath caught as the vibrations started on my cock again.
“Need some more space,” Luke grunted, barely restraining Siobhan from knocking over a wine glass as she bucked on top of him.
Roisin gathered our abandoned glasses into one little cluster, and Luke picked Siobhan up and bent her over the mostly cleared table, still with that same effortless strength.
“Oh, now we’re making progress,” Siobhan said, twisting her neck to look wickedly back at Luke. And also at me. It couldn’t be a coincidence, the angle Luke had chosen for her. I had a gorgeous view now of her ass, and the glistening, exposed lips of her pussy.
With Siobhan’s arms bound so tightly behind her back, she had virtually no leverage to move, but she could, and did, flex the muscles of her ass in anticipation of being touched. I actually felt my arms twitch in response, trying to reach for her, even though it was impossible.
Kelly laughed in my ear and reached down to grope my own ass, reminding me of my position, still boxer-clad and tied down to my chair.
“Still prefer watching?” she asked. “Or…?”
Kelly signaled Roisin, who gave me a concentrated dose of the vibrator wand.
I moaned but didn’t answer.
“Tell you what,” said Kelly. “If you can keep your eyes closed for one full minute this time, I’ll take these shorts off of you and hold you in my bare hand.”
I closed my eyes. I gave myself over to the vibrations, and to the feel of Kelly’s soft fingers toying with my waistband. But an especially loud cry from Siobhan broke my resolve, and I looked.
The vibrator lifted instantly off of my cock in response.
Luke was slowly, roughly groping Siobhan’s ass. He lifted his hand suddenly, making her brace for a blow, but it never came. Instead, he touched his fingers teasingly lightly to the lips of her pussy. He slid them backward and forward, stopping just short of her clit, making her shiver all over.
“Fine, if that’s the way you want it,” said Kelly, snapping my waistband against the skin of my hip. “Your cock’s not getting touched directly until Luke’s is all the way down Siobhan’s throat. How does that sound?”
I gave Kelly the whimper she was looking for, and it was real, it was desperate, but at the same time, that honestly sounded incredible to me.
Luke reached to unfasten his trousers, and I felt as wild as Siobhan looked, practically drooling to see what he had to share.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” said Kelly. “And if you keep being a good, gracious host,” she looked to me, “We might let you hang your head over the edge, so you can keep watching them while I fuck your tongue.”
