My boss and her sister fought over finishing me off
I arrived at the hotel in the early hours, still fired up from what I’d experienced the night before. I went into my room alone. The next day I wanted to be at one hundred percent, with no distractions, so I lay down on the bed and let the darkness do the rest.
It wasn’t that easy. The memory of leather brushing against my back came back to mind with a clarity that surprised me. I clenched my teeth, felt everything tighten under the sheet, and my cock rose hard, throbbing against the fabric. I grabbed it with my right hand, spat into my palm, and started stroking it slowly, replaying in my head Renata’s voice ordering me not to cum until she said so. I pinched the foreskin against the glans, played with the moisture already peeking out at the tip, and sped up. I imagined her tongue traveling over me from balls to crown, Renata’s tongue biting the inside of my thigh, and I came in spurts over my abdomen, three, four hot lashings that reached my chest. I washed up, drank half a bottle of water in one gulp, and fell asleep like a stone.
My phone alarm pulled me out of sleep at eight. At nine we had breakfast with the others and with Nuria, the woman in charge of filming the whole gathering. It was the last day of the coaches’ meeting and there was still one session ahead.
I went down to the dining room freshly showered. My coworkers were already standing in front of the buffet with plates in hand. I did the same and sat with them. They asked me about the night out and I could only say I’d had a very good time. Nothing more was needed: the mischievous little-boy expression that slipped onto my face said it all.
We were finishing up when Lorena and Nuria appeared in the doorway. The two sisters owned the sports center that was hosting us, and both of them were breathtaking. Lorena came in black, tight technical gear; Nuria in a short, airy dress with a loud print.
“Good morning, guys. Today we train and we’ll film some shots together,” Lorena said. “After that we’re going up to the mountain sanctuary for lunch and we’ll wrap up the video there.”
The buzz immediately rose. They were taking us on an outing. Laughing, we finished breakfast and went up to collect our gear. While I was packing my bag, someone knocked on the door. I opened it and it was Nuria, who pushed the door open and slipped inside.
“Hi, Adrián,” she said, and without further preamble she ate my mouth with obvious hunger.
Her tongue went straight in, searching for mine, while her hands grabbed my package over my pants and squeezed. I felt my cock respond instantly, hardening against her palm. She groaned into my mouth when she felt it grow, and she bit my lower lip before pulling back a centimeter.
“Stop, we have to go to the gym,” I managed to say. “I don’t want to be late. Your sister wouldn’t be pleased to know we’ve slept together.”
“My sister? My sister not only knows. She also wants to sleep with you.”
I put my hands to my head, almost jokingly.
“I sort of guessed as much. But she’s married, and she’s my boss.”
“You know neither of those things is an obstacle, Adrián,” she replied, putting Lorena’s card on the table. “As far as she’s concerned, there’s no problem. On the contrary, she wants it badly.”
Good sisters, I thought. They told each other everything. I wondered how far that complicity went. I closed my bag, kissed her again, and we went down to reception, where the rest of the group was already waiting.
A black seven-seat van took us to the center. In exactly twenty minutes we were at the door. We went straight into the locker room, changed amid jokes and displays of ego. There was plenty of physical level there. Bruno, the bodybuilder, struck a pose or two and I played along; he wasn’t as bulky as I was, but in definition we were neck and neck.
***
The weight room was closed off just for us. Nuria had set up a full rig: lights, umbrellas, reflectors. Everything ready so the shots would come out perfect. The rest of the facilities were still open to the public, so in the background you could hear the noise from the courts and the pool.
“We’ll start with the dumbbells, because that’s where I’ve got the right light,” Nuria said, taking the lead.
Bruno started by warming up his arms, pumping to bring out the veins. The rest of us did our own thing. Meanwhile, Nuria danced among us checking shadows and framing.
“I’m filming Bruno and Iván doing curls first,” she warned. Iván was the triathlete, lean and wiry; the contrast with Bruno’s mass was interesting to watch.
“The rest of you, come with me and watch how I position the camera,” she continued. “Change. Now Adrián and Lorena: lateral raises.”
We lined up side by side. We took the weights, she nodded, and we started in sync. Having her next to me, seeing her straining, made me wonder what it would be like to fuck that woman, spread her legs and push into her all the way. Darío had described her to me as a beast in bed, capable of leaving you dry, and the description fell short. I felt my cock swelling inside my shorts without my choosing it. And if I added Nuria moving around with the camera, crouching and showing thigh, the result was that I was surrounded by two women who were on fire and I had a bulge I couldn’t hide.
I tried to concentrate on the exercise. No chance.
“Change. Now Diana and Hugo, triceps,” said Nuria.
Saved by the bell.
“I’m going to the bathroom for a minute,” I said, and headed toward the locker-room corridor.
I was opening the door when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me.
“Come with me.”
It was Lorena. She dragged me through a door marked “Private” into the office at the back. On the plaque it said “Management.”
“This is my office. You’ll be more comfortable here,” she said, in a tone that left no doubt.
“Thanks,” I replied in the same register, with a half-smile.
When I came out of the bathroom, she was leaning against the edge of the desk. She straightened and came toward me.
“Come here. And don’t talk.”
She went up on tiptoe and found my lips in a slow, lustful kiss at the same time, pushing her tongue against mine, sucking it as if it were something she’d wanted to taste for months. Her hand slid to the waistband of my shorts, pulled them down as far as she could, and my cock jumped free, hard, the glans already shiny with precum. She broke away for a second to look at it and smiled.
“Fuck, what a delicious cock you’ve got,” she murmured. “No wonder my sister couldn’t keep quiet.”
She dropped to her knees on the carpet, grabbed the base with her left hand, and licked me slowly from balls to tip, following the thick vein with her flat tongue. She repeated the route two, three times, sucking each testicle one by one and taking them into her mouth. Then she came back up, opened her lips, and swallowed me whole in one go, until I felt the tip bump the back of her throat.
“I love it,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to breathe before taking me in again.
One of her hands circled the base and pumped in sync with her mouth; the other went to my ass, digging her nails in and pushing me toward her so I’d shove in deeper. I looked up at the ceiling. That woman knew exactly what she was doing. She sucked with hunger, made a sucking sound as she pulled off, then spat on the glans and smeared it with her hand while she jerked me fast. She pulled me out of her mouth, tapped my cheek softly with it, took me back in, and sucked me off while staring straight into my eyes, her cheeks hollowed by the suction.
“Wait,” she said suddenly. She went to the desk, grabbed her phone, came back down, and with me back in her mouth she took a photo with my cock buried to the hilt, watery eyes, and one hand on my balls. “This is for Marc,” she added, showing me the screen. “You can get dressed now. But I’m not done with you. There’ll be a lot more later. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
She left the office, swaying down the corridor. I reached the room ten seconds later, with my cock still half hard and pressed against the elastic of my pants. Everyone turned to look and no one said anything. But the look the two sisters exchanged said it all. They were in on it, and I was beginning to suspect it was part of a plan they’d drawn up together.
***
We finished the session just as Marc, Lorena’s husband, showed up at the gym. He greeted everyone politely and, when he got to me, shook my hand and winked. We did the obligatory photos, showered, and had a bite in the VIP room before heading out. We had forty minutes of travel to the sanctuary and didn’t want to be late for lunch.
Outside, the black van was already waiting. My teammates started getting in.
“Adrián, come with us,” Marc said, pointing to a black Audi Q7 parked across the street. “You’ll be more comfortable.”
I shrugged, said goodbye to the others, and crossed the street. To my surprise, Nuria opened the front passenger door and left her sister the back seat, next to me.
“We’re traveling together, Adrián,” Lorena said, looking at me with panther eyes.
“You’re in for a lively ride,” Nuria added, turning around to look at us.
Marc only tilted his head and gave a satisfied smile. I was surprised, but not intimidated. That family was not normal. Taboo thrill was part of their life; they were addicted to the adrenaline of the forbidden. I understood them perfectly, because the same thing happened to me.
We hadn’t even left Valencia when Lorena’s hand settled on my leg. The effect was immediate. I was wearing loose pants that didn’t squeeze at all, so she had free rein to slide over and grab my cock, which began to grow under her palm. She unfastened her belt and sat half turned. The tinted windows protected us from any gaze.
She threw herself at my mouth while holding me firmly, squeezing my glans through the fabric, massaging it with her thumb as her hand went up and down.
“All this cock is going to be mine,” she told me in my ear, loud enough for the two in front to hear. “You’re going to shove it all the way into my cunt.”
Marc was wearing sunglasses, but I’d bet he was looking through the rearview mirror at that moment.
“That and anything else you want,” I answered, putting one hand on her neck and the other on one of her breasts. I squeezed it over the top, found the nipple already hard, and pinched it. She let out a short groan.
She pressed the button that released my belt. It was like unleashing the beast. My hands ran over her body, pinching, groping, hiking the dress up her thighs. When I slid my hand underneath, I discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear. My fingers went straight into her cunt, soaked, swollen lips, the clit already peeking out between them. I froze, pleasantly surprised.
“I don’t want you wasting time taking anything off me,” she explained, biting her lip. “I’ve been dripping since this morning thinking about this.”
I ran my middle finger through her slit from top to bottom, parting the lips, sinking it all the way to the knuckle inside her. She was hot, tight, wet as if someone had poured water on her. I added a second finger and curled them, searching for the spot. She spread her legs wider and started moving against my hand.
“Now I’m going to fuck you,” she said, her voice hoarse. “I’m going to ride you until you’re dry.”
She made me sit up a bit so she could pull down my pants. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath either and my cock sprang free, hard, pointing at the ceiling. She looked at it for a second with bright eyes, took it in her hand, and lowered her head to put as much of it in her mouth as she could. I could feel her tongue winding around the glans, the throat opening when she went down, saliva dripping over my balls. Nuria, turned in her seat, didn’t miss a detail. Then she looked at her brother-in-law.
“Marc, have you seen what kind of cock my sister is sucking?”
“She’s the best cock sucker I’ve ever known in my life. That’s why I’m with her. Though you don’t do too badly either, sis-in-law.”
Nuria gave him an affectionate punch on the shoulder and they both laughed. From my position I saw her hand go to the driver’s crotch, unbutton his pants, and pull out Marc’s cock, which was already hard. She started jerking him slowly, looking at me while her sister sucked me off.
***
When she had me on the edge, Lorena rolled her dress up to her waist and swung one leg over my hips, straddling me. We were reaching the start of the mountain road. Marc pulled into a service area, turned in his seat, and at that exact moment she grabbed my cock with her hand, placed it at the entrance of her pussy, rubbed it along her lips to lubricate it with her juices, and started lowering herself onto me, making me disappear inside her little by little. She went down centimeter by centimeter, teeth clenched, mouth open. I felt her open up, squeeze me like a hot glove, swallow me to the base.
“Ah, fuck...” she gasped when she had me all the way inside. She stayed still for a second, feeling me, and then started moving up and down slowly, undulating her hips.
The two in front watched the scene from less than half a meter away, turned around. Nuria had her hand under her dress, fingering herself.
“I’m going to get a drink,” said Marc, and headed to the gas station shop with his cock still sticking out of the fly, which he tucked back in when he got out of the car.
Lorena moved deliciously, without seeming to have any trouble adjusting. I grabbed her ass with both hands, spread it, and started driving upward from below, slamming into her to the hilt every time she came down. Her tits bounced inside the top; she yanked it down to bare them and rubbed them against my face. I caught one nipple with my lips and sucked it while I kept ramming into her.
“Come on, little sister, get everything out of him, we have to go,” Nuria urged from the front, two fingers buried in her own cunt, not missing a thing.
“Fuck, this is so good, what a cock this bastard’s got,” Lorena panted. “He’s splitting me in two, Nuria, he reaches my stomach.”
I was little more than a spectator to the way that mature woman, with the body of a twenty-year-old, rode me. I held her waist and felt her slam down onto me over and over, with a wet sound every time her ass hit my thighs. She squeezed me with her inner muscles, milking me, and whenever she did I had to clench my teeth so I wouldn’t come too soon. Marc came back, put the can in the cup holder, and gave her ass a hard smack that echoed through the whole car.
“Finish already. We’re going to be late, and you can’t drive like this on that road.”
The command made Lorena speed up. She started bouncing on me desperately, bracing her hands on the car roof to get more range. My cock went in and out of her, dripping with her juices, glossy, and she bit her lip so she wouldn’t scream. It wasn’t long before she convulsed, trapping me with her whole body, squeezing my cock with spasms that tried to wring out the last drop. I felt a hot surge slide over my balls: she’d come on me, gushing. The sensation was spectacular, but I didn’t finish with her. She collapsed exhausted on my chest, panting, her hair stuck to her forehead. Marc, after watching the finale, drove off and took a sip of his drink.
The car moved again. Lorena straightened up slowly, feeling my cock leave her centimeter by centimeter with a wet pop, and put her dress back in place, though her panties were still nowhere to be seen.
“Adrián, I want you to finish in my wife’s mouth,” Marc said from the wheel.
Lorena tried to do it half turned, bending down to suck me off with the car in motion, but the curves made the task impossible: they tossed her from one side of the seat to the other and my cock kept slipping out of her mouth.
“Sit properly and let me handle it,” I told her, taking control. I started jerking myself off while looking into her eyes, my cock still shiny with her fluids. Hers was a look that said, “That was very good, but I want more.”
The rattling, the music, and the nerves weren’t the ideal setting to finish on my own. I stopped.
“We’ll finish it on the way back. If this keeps up I’m going to end up sick.”
Lorena made a disappointed face, which quickly changed into a smile. The four of us burst out laughing with a tense laugh full of promise.
***
The sanctuary was set into the mountain, almost packed into the rock. The van was already waiting in the clearing. The rest of the group had gone into the restaurant, a rustic place with glass walls looking out over the valley. We ate like kings: starters from the grill, meat, wine for everyone except Tomás, the driver, and me. We toasted with cava to the weekend, and the after-lunch conversation was brief because there were still shots to film outside.
Nuria set up the tripod in a spot from which the whole monastery could be seen. She positioned us like models, correcting arms and legs, explaining how to make the most of the natural light. We spent a good afternoon between photos and takes until our hosts decided it was time to head back.
On the way back to the Audi, this time it was Nuria who got in the back with me. We had barely set off when she rested her hand on my thigh and I returned the gesture. Feeling her skin through the thin dress awakened something that wasn’t going back to sleep. My hand slid up the inside of her thigh until it found, just like with her sister, a bare cunt under the fabric, wet, ready. I slid two fingers into her at once and she arched her back against the seat.
“As soon as we get off this road I’m going to fuck you until you fill me,” she whispered in my ear, panting while I pumped her with my hand. “I want you to empty your balls into my cunt.”
“That should be for me,” her sister corrected from the front passenger seat, turning around.
“We agreed I’d finish in Lorena’s mouth,” Marc cut in.
Again I was merely a spectator. The two sisters were fighting over my cock. Or rather, over my cum. Silence fell in the car, broken only by the music and the wet sound of my fingers going in and out of Nuria, who had spread her legs as far as the seat allowed and was biting her fist so she wouldn’t moan too loudly.
At the same gas station, Marc repeated the move.
“I’m going to buy something. Behave yourselves,” he said, smiling, and got out.
Lorena got down and opened the back door.
“Come on, Nuria, switch.”
Reluctantly, the younger one climbed out front, after first licking the fingers I’d had inside her. Lorena sat down next to me and resumed her game.
“Pull your pants down. And now touch yourself until it’s fully hard.”
I obeyed. I pulled out my cock, still half hard from her sister’s hands, and started jerking off in front of her. Lorena watched me with her tongue peeking between her teeth. She bent down, spat a good glob of saliva onto the glans, and spread it with her hand, sliding up and down, making it grow all the way. When she had it rock hard, she circled the base with two fingers like a ring and pulled downward, forcing the skin, right on the edge between pain and pleasure.
“I’m in charge here. If I say I want you to finish in my mouth, that’s how it’s going to be. Understood?” she said, giving another tug that made me clench my teeth.
I nodded, speeding up my hand on the shaft, with her still holding my base. Just as Marc got back in, she already had her lips closed over the glans, sucking just the tip with brutal suction while jerking the base with both hands. He smiled, started the car, and instead of leaving, parked it in a corner of the lot.
“We’re not leaving here until she’s finished with you,” he said, adjusting the mirror so he wouldn’t miss anything.
Nuria didn’t take long to unbutton her brother-in-law and pull out his cock, already hard with a purple glans. She bent down and started sucking him with hunger, never taking her eyes off the way her sister was devouring me. Lorena went from mouth to hand, spitting again and pumping me fast, pressing the glans with her palm on every stroke, taking me to the edge at a savage pace.
“Come on, cum in my mouth, give me all that milk,” she said, squeezing my neck hard with her free hand.
The move caught me off guard, cut off my air for a second, and sent adrenaline through me. I felt my balls contract, the tingling rush up my cock like a lash. No warning was needed.
“God, how it’s throbbing,” Lorena exclaimed, letting go of my neck and leaning in to take it all with her tongue out.
The first spurt hit her straight in the mouth, thick, white. The second sprayed her lips and chin. The third went back onto the tongue she kept extended like a bowl. She closed her lips over the glans and kept sucking, milking me down to the last drop while I trembled, my cock still pulsing inside her mouth. Seeing that, Marc finished too, over his sister-in-law’s hand and face, filling her cheeks and nose with cum. Nuria licked her lips and ran her fingers over her face to gather up what was spilling down and put in her mouth what was escaping. Lorena sat up with her mouth full, stuck her head between the front seats, and kissed her husband on the mouth without having swallowed yet, passing some of my cum to his tongue. I saw Marc suck, swallow, and smile.
Then Lorena came back to my side, wiped herself with the back of her hand, fixed her hair, and asked to swap places with her sister. We drove off toward the hotel chatting as if nothing had happened, although the car smelled of sex through and through.
Only one thing unsettled me. When we got out, Lorena turned in her seat.
“So you already know my friend Renata. On your next visit we’ll meet up with her to play for real.”
The domina from the night before. I didn’t know how to take the invitation. The only thing I knew for sure was that, with those two, I was going to have a very good time. I went into the hotel café, where my return train was waiting for me and, I already knew, the perfect excuse to come back.
