My Boss and Her Sister Fought Over Finishing Me Off

I arrived at the hotel in the early hours, my body still burning from what I’d experienced the night before. I went straight 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 rubbing against my back came flooding back with a vividness that surprised me. I clenched my teeth, felt everything tightening, and my hand finished what my head had already started. It didn’t take long. After that I washed myself, knocked back half a bottle of water in one go, and fell asleep like a stone.

My mobile alarm pulled me out of sleep at eight. At nine we had breakfast with the guys and with Nuria, the woman in charge of filming the whole meeting. It was the last day of the coaches’ meeting and there was still one session left.

I went down to the dining room straight after a shower. My colleagues were already standing around the buffet with plates in hand. I did the same and sat down with them. They asked me about the night out and all I could say was that I’d had a really good time. No more was needed: the naughty-boy grin 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 hosting us, and they were both drop-dead gorgeous. Lorena arrived in tight black technical gear; Nuria in a short, airy dress with a bold print.

“Good morning, guys. Today we train and film some shots with everyone,” Lorena said. “Then we’re heading up to the mountain sanctuary for lunch and we’ll wrap the video there.”

The buzz in the room rose instantly. They were taking us on an outing. Laughing, we finished breakfast and went upstairs to pick up the equipment. While I was packing my bag, someone knocked on the door. I opened it and it was Nuria, who pushed the door in and let herself inside.

“Hi, Adrián,” she said, and without any preamble she devoured my mouth hungrily.

“Stop, we have to go to the gym,” I managed to say. “I don’t want to be late. Your sister wouldn’t be happy if she knew we’d slept together.”

“My sister? My sister doesn’t just know. She wants to sleep with you too.”

I put my hands to my head, almost jokingly.

“I kind of figured as much. But she’s married and she’s my boss.”

“You know neither of those things is an obstacle, Adrián,” she replied, throwing down Lorena’s gauntlet. “On her side there’s no problem. Quite the opposite, she’s dying for it.”

Good sisters, I thought. They told each other everything. I wondered how far that complicity went. I closed my bag, gave her another kiss, and we went down to reception, where the rest of the group was already waiting.

A black seven-seater van took us to the center. In exactly twenty minutes we were at the door. We went straight into the changing room, got changed amid jokes and ego displays. There was plenty of physical level on show. Bruno, the bodybuilder, struck a few poses and I played along; I wasn’t as bulky as he was, but in definition we were neck and neck.

***

The weights room was closed off just for us. Nuria had set up a full rig: spotlights, umbrellas, diffusers. 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 bustle from the courts and the pool.

“We’ll start with the dumbbells, because that’s where I’ve got the light right,” Nuria said, taking charge.

Bruno started with arm warm-ups, pumping himself up to make the veins pop. The rest of us went about our own thing. Meanwhile, Nuria danced around us checking shadows and framing.

“First I’m filming Bruno and Iván doing curls,” she announced. Iván was the triathlete, lean and wiry; the contrast with Bruno’s mass was striking to watch.

“The rest of you, come with me and watch how I set up the camera,” she went on. “Switch. Now Adrián and Lorena: lateral raises.”

We lined up side by side. We picked up the weights, she nodded, and we started in sync. Having her next to me, watching her in the middle of the effort, made me wonder what it would be like to fuck that woman. Darío had described her as a wild beast, and the description was an understatement. I could feel my body responding before I made any conscious decision. And if I added Nuria moving around with the camera, the result was that I was surrounded by two women who were on fire.

I tried to focus on the exercise. No chance.

“Switch. Now Diana and Hugo, triceps,” Nuria said.

Saved by the bell.

“I’m going to the bathroom for a second,” I muttered, and headed for the corridor by the changing rooms.

I was opening the door when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“Come with me.”

It was Lorena. She dragged me through a door marked “Private” and into an office at the back. On the plaque it read “Management.”

“This is my office. You’ll be more comfortable here,” she said in a tone that left no room for 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 rose onto her tiptoes and found my lips in a kiss that was slow and lustful at the same time. Her hand slid down to the waistband of my shorts, pulled them down as far as it could, and, breaking away from my mouth, she bent down until she found what she was looking for.

“I love it,” she murmured, before taking me into her mouth.

One of her hands circled the base; the other went to my ass, digging in with her nails. I lifted my gaze to the ceiling. That woman knew exactly what she was doing.

“Wait,” she said all of a sudden. She went to the desk, grabbed her phone, came back down, and with me back in her mouth she took a photo of us—“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 much more later.”

She left the office swaying down the corridor. I reached the room ten seconds later. Everyone turned to look and no one said a thing. But the look the two sisters exchanged said it all. They were in cahoots, and I was starting to suspect that this was part of a plan they’d drawn up together.

***

We finished the session just as Marc, Lorena’s husband, turned up at the gym. He greeted everyone politely and, when he got to me, he shook my hand and winked. We did the obligatory photos, showered, and grabbed a bite in the VIP room before leaving. We still had forty minutes’ drive to the sanctuary and didn’t want to be late for lunch.

Out on the street, the black van was already waiting. My colleagues climbed in one by one.

“Adrián, come with us,” Marc said, pointing to a black Audi Q7 parked opposite. “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 let a satisfied smile appear. I was surprised, but not intimidated. That family was not normal. Kink was part of their lives; they were addicted to the adrenaline of what was 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. She was wearing loose trousers that didn’t cling at all, so she had free rein to slide down to where everything was throbbing hard. She unclipped her belt and sat half sideways. The tinted windows protected us from any prying eyes.

She lunged for my mouth while gripping me tightly.

“All of this is going to be mine,” she whispered in my ear, loud enough for the two people in front to hear.

Marc was wearing sunglasses, but I’d bet he was looking in 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.

She pressed the button that released my seatbelt. It was like unleashing the beast. My hands roamed over her body, pinching, groping. She was wearing a short, flared dress, perfect for getting to her without anything in the way. When I slipped my hand underneath, I discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear. I froze, pleasantly surprised.

“I don’t want you wasting time taking anything off me,” she explained, biting her lip.

I ran my fingers over her sex, looking for the exact spot. She pinned me with her gaze.

“Now I’m going to fuck you,” she said.

She made me sit up a little so she could pull my shorts down. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath either. She took me in her hand and bent her head, taking as much of me into her mouth as she could. Nuria, turned around in her seat, didn’t miss a thing. Then she looked at her brother-in-law.

“Marc, have you seen how hot my sister is?”

“She’s the best woman I’ve ever known in my life. That’s why I’m with her. Though you’re not bad yourself either.”

Nuria gave him a playful punch on the shoulder and they both laughed. From my position I saw her hand go to the driver’s crotch, and he took the gesture with a smile.

***

When she had me close, Lorena rolled up her dress and swung one leg over my hips. We were approaching the start of the mountain road. Marc pulled into a service area, turned in his seat, and at that very moment she started lowering herself onto me, letting me disappear inside her little by little.

The two people in front watched the scene from less than half a meter away, turned around to face us.

“I’m going to get a drink,” Marc said, and headed off toward the gas station shop.

Lorena moved deliciously, with no sign of effort in adapting.

“Come on, little sister, get everything out of him, we’ve got to go,” Nuria urged from the front, not missing a detail.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” Lorena panted. “You’re splitting me in two.”

I was little more than a spectator as that mature woman, with a twenty-year-old body, rode me. I held her waist and felt her driving down onto me again and again. Marc came back, set his can in the cup holder, and slapped her ass.

“Finish up. We’re going to be late, and you can’t drive like this on that road.”

The order made Lorena speed up. It didn’t take long before she convulsed, trapping me with her whole body, trying to milk me dry. The sensation was spectacular, but I didn’t come with her. She collapsed, exhausted, over my chest. Marc, after watching the finale, started the car and took a swig of his drink.

The car started moving again. Lorena slowly sat back up, feeling me leave her centimeter by centimeter, and straightened her dress.

“Adrián, I want you to finish in my wife’s mouth,” Marc said from the wheel.

Lorena tried it half sideways, but the curves made the task impossible: they were throwing her from side to side in the seat.

“Sit properly and let me do it,” I told her, taking control. I started stroking myself while looking her in the eye. Her look 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 dizzy.”

Lorena put on a disappointed face, which quickly turned into a smile. The four of us burst out laughing, with a tense laugh full of promise.

***

The sanctuary was nestled in the mountain, almost built into the rock. The van was already waiting in the square. The rest of the group had gone into the restaurant, a rustic place with glass walls overlooking the valley. We ate like kings: starters off the grill, meat, wine for everyone except Tomás, the driver, and me. We toasted the weekend with cava, and the after-lunch conversation was brief because there were still shots to film outside.

Nuria set up the tripod in a spot with a full view of the monastery. She positioned us like models, correcting arms and legs, explaining how to take advantage 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 climbed in the back with me. As soon as we pulled off, she laid her hand on my thigh and I returned the gesture. Feeling her skin through the thin dress awakened something that had no intention of going back to sleep.

“As soon as we get off this road I’m going to fuck you until you’re full,” she threatened.

“That should be for me,” her sister corrected her.

“We agreed he’d finish in Lorena’s mouth,” Marc cut in.

Once again I was merely a spectator. The two sisters were fighting over me. Or rather, over the ending. Silence fell in the car, broken only by the music.

At the same gas station, Marc repeated the maneuver.

“I’m going to buy something. Behave yourselves,” he said, smiling, and went inside.

Lorena got out and opened the back door.

“Come on, Nuria, switch.”

Reluctantly, the younger one moved to the front. Lorena sat down beside me and resumed her game.

“Pull down your pants. And now stroke yourself until you’re rock hard.”

While I obeyed, she wrapped the base with two fingers and yanked downward, pushing right to the limit between pain and pleasure.

“I’m in charge here. If I say I want you to finish in my mouth, that’s how it’ll be. Understood?” she said, giving another tug.

I nodded, quickening the pace. Just as Marc came back in, she already had her lips sealed around me. He smiled, started the car, and instead of pulling out, parked it in a corner of the service area.

“We’re not leaving here until she’s finished with you,” he said, adjusting the mirror so he wouldn’t miss a thing.

Nuria didn’t take long to unbutton her brother-in-law and take care of him too, without ever taking her eyes off how her sister was devouring me. Lorena went from mouth to hand, driving me to the edge at a savage speed.

“Come on, come for me,” she said, squeezing my cock hard.

The gesture caught me off guard, but it sent the adrenaline soaring. There was no need to warn me.

“God, how it’s throbbing,” Lorena exclaimed, letting go of my throat and leaning in to take everything.

Seeing her, Marc finished too, over his sister-in-law’s hand. Lorena straightened up, peered between the front seats, and kissed her husband before she’d even swallowed.

Then she came back to my side, composed herself, and asked to swap seats with her sister. We set off for the hotel chatting as if nothing had happened.

Only one thing unsettled me. When I got out, Lorena turned in her seat.

“So you already know my friend Renata. Next time you come, we’ll meet up with her and play for real.”

The domme from the night before. I didn’t know how to take the invitation. The only sure thing 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 and, I already knew, the perfect excuse to come back.