Heels by John St John, blowjobBrad picked up his mobile and stared at the screen with a grin. His fingers flew across the keyboard and tapped out his message. He laughed and whispered to the empty room, “Of course I want a blowjob, what guy wouldn’t?” He set the mobile down on the table beside the couch and picked up his long-neck bottle.

The cursor turned round, meaning his chat partner, Dixie, was typing her response.

He had found her on Arousr with her long strawberry blonde hair in pigtails, tight shorts, and a sleeveless white belly shirt. Her big hazel eyes and pouty lips were more important to him, though. He imagined just what those would look like wrapped around his erection.

The phone buzzed.

He took a long sip before setting the bottle back down and picking up the mobile again. “I bet you’d swallow me whole.” He tapped in more and set the phone down again.

A knock at the door took his attention away.

“Can’t a guy have any peace around here?” He stood and made his way to the door.

The phone buzzed behind him.

Priscilla stood outside with arms crossed and the toe of her stiletto shoe tapping on the carpeted floor. Her the skirt of her red dress fell to just above her knee. Being the warm summer day, her shoulders were bare and the dress had a deep cut of cleavage to it.

“Hey, how’s things…?”

“You slept with Dana? You really slept with Dana?”

He glanced down the empty hall to confirm that none of his neighbors saw this. “Good seeing you, too. You want to come in?”

She walked past with heels now clicking on the hardwood floor of his apartment. “I can’t believe you fucking slept with her.” Brunette hair swayed just below her shoulders as she walked.

He clicked the deadbolt and turned to her. “Why not? I slept with you, too.”

She spun and glared at him for just a moment before the smile cracked her face. “Good for you.”

This was not what he expected to hear from her. His mind worked for a response but found none.

Another knock at the door saved him.

“What the hell?” He glanced over his shoulder briefly before locking eyes with her. “Pour yourself a wine. I’ll be back in a second.”

This time the door opened to reveal Dana. “Hey stranger,” she said with a smile.

“Hi, what are…?”

She pushed past him into the apartment, tight jeans swishing with each step. Her white t-shirt also offered a tight peak at her bosom. “I think I left a hair clip…” Her eyes found Priscilla. “Well howdy, beautiful.”

“Howdy, yourself.”

Brad locked the door again. “Howdy? Really? Who says howdy these days?”

“I hear we’re doing the same guy,” Dana said with a wide grin.

“We’ve always shared everything anyway, so seems right.”

“You two know I’m right here, right?”

Dana glanced over her shoulder at him, with red hair slipping over her shoulder. She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose as her tongue slipped across her lips. “Yeah, babe, we know.”

“Maybe we should share him.” Priscilla was back to arms folded and her scolding pose.

“Hold on a minute, here,” Brad protested.

“Yes, we should.” Dana spun and grabbed his arm to lead him.

“I’m not sure this is a great idea. I mean, shouldn’t I have a choice here?”

Priscilla grabbed the crotch of his jeans and helped lead as well. “Now, I am the first to say we need consent. So here’s my question.”

Brad, not truly protesting, allowed himself to be led to the couch and pushed down. “Okay, what question?”

Priscilla grinned. “You’ve been offered a blowjob by a sexy brunette and a beautiful redhead.”

Dana clucked her tongue. “You’re gonna confuse him. That’s not a question.”

Priscilla laughed. “Shut the fuck up, I’m getting there. Are you really going to say no to this?”

His eyes went from Priscilla’s browns to Dana’s greens. “Ah, no. I just want-”

“Good,” Dana and Priscilla said in near unison as both dropped to their knees. The effort to get their prize caused the button on his slacks to pop off.

“Good thing I have other pants,” he whispered. His eyes widened as he saw his erection standing tall with a mouth kissing either side of it.

The women each took turns sucking the shaft while the other licked. They hit every spot of him from balls to tip until he was squirming and a white fountain went skyward to a surprising height.

“Damn,” Priscilla shook her head in disappointment and sat back on her legs.

“What?” Dana stayed close, continuing to gently stroke.

“I wanted that cum on me.”

“I’m sorry,” Brad whimpered.

“Bah,” Dana laughed. “Just means we’ll need a second cum shot.”

“Yeah, but what should we do until he’s hard again?”

Dana turned to her with a smile. “Are you kidding?”

Priscilla grinned and rose back up again.

Brad gasped, watching the women begin to make out.

Dana kept stroking him at a light rhythm showing strong multitasking abilities.

Breaking the kiss, Priscilla nodded towards the semi-hardening cock. “One might think you’ve done this before.”

“Maybe I have. With you two, though, I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.”

“Stop, please,” Brad said with a deep voice.

Both women turned to him with shocked looks.

“Brad?” Priscilla asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said with a shrug. “Just figure if I stay like this on the couch I’m going to have a sore neck. I was going to suggest the bedroom and, perhaps, less clothing all around.”

Both women grinned and were off into the bedroom before Brad was even on his feet.

Brad laughed. “Getting great blowjobs is the burden I must bear.”

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