Chapter 13: FaceTime Tease
The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long golden rectangles across the sleek marble floor of the penthouse lounge. I shifted deliberately on Nasser’s lap, feeling the hard ridge of his erection trapped beneath my ass, straining against the fine wool of his trousers. My own power suit jacket hung open, the crisp white blouse beneath unbuttoned enough to hint at the swell of my breasts. One hand held my phone steady; the FaceTime screen showed Ben’s eager, slightly flushed face. My other hand rested possessively low on Nasser’s abdomen, fingers subtly tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric. He shifted beneath me, a low breath escaping him, his dark eyes fixed on mine with intense heat.
"See?" I purred into the phone, angling the screen down slightly to capture Nasser’s face. His jaw was tight, a flush creeping up his neck into his dark beard, his gaze flickering between me and the tiny image of Ben. "See what you’re missing, Ben? My Prince here is feeling quite... pent up." I pressed my palm down firmly, eliciting a sharp inhale from Nasser. Ben leaned closer to his screen, his smile widening, hungry eyes devouring the sight of Nasser’s strained composure beneath me.
"He looks tense, Tina," Ben chuckled, his voice tinny but clear. "Been playing rough again?" Memories of the strap-on, the stinging handprints, the sticky langka residue flashed briefly – a delicious secret shared only with the man currently trembling under my weight.
"Oh, just a little pre-show warm-up," I replied airily, grinding down slowly, savoring the friction against my own core and the ragged groan it tore from Nasser’s throat. "Enough teasing," I commanded, snapping my gaze back to Ben’s pixelated face, my voice dropping to a velvet growl. "Get your smooth ass over here. Now."
Ben didn’t hesitate. "On my way." The screen went dark.
I tossed the phone onto the plush velvet sofa beside us and turned fully back to Nasser. "Hear that, Prince?" I traced the shell of his ear with a fingertip, feeling the heat radiating from him. "Company’s coming." His hands, which had been gripping the arms of the chair, slid tentatively to my hips, his thumbs pressing into the curve of my waist. "What happens now, Mommy?" he rasped, his voice thick with desire and apprehension.
"What I want to happen," I stated, leaning close enough for my lips to brush his. "First..." I kissed him, deep and claiming, tasting the lingering spice on his tongue, feeling his body arch instinctively towards mine. "You’re going to kiss him," I breathed against his mouth as I pulled back slightly. His eyes widened, a flicker of shock followed swiftly by dawning understanding and intense curiosity. "Properly. For me. I want to watch." I settled back onto his thighs, my hand sliding up to cup his jaw, forcing his gaze to meet mine. "And then," I whispered, my thumb brushing his lower lip, "I’ll decide which deserving boy gets to taste Mommy’s pussy first." His cock jumped violently beneath me, an immediate, visceral reaction to the promise and the command. I smiled, slow and predatory, hearing the distant chime of the penthouse elevator announcing Ben’s arrival. The anticipation crackled like static in the sun-drenched air.
The anticipation crackled like static in the sun-drenched air. The elevator chime sliced through the silence, sharp and final. Nasser’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on my hips, his breath catching as the lounge door slid open silently.
Ben stood framed in the entrance, sunlight catching the sleek lines of his tailored shirt. He grinned, holding up a small brown paper bag in one hand and a sleek glass vial of amber liquid in the other. "Delivery," he announced, his eyes instantly locking onto mine, then flicking hungrily to Nasser beneath me. "Got the goodies, Tina. Poppers and that sticky Thai stick you wanted."
The sharp, skunky scent of high-grade weed drifted across the room, mingling with Nasser’s expensive cologne and the lingering memory of langka. "Perfect timing, baby," I purred, shifting deliberately on Nasser’s lap, feeling him twitch against me. "Bring them here." Ben strode forward, his gaze never leaving us, the predatory energy radiating off him palpable. He placed the bag and vial carefully on the marble coffee table beside the velvet sofa.
Nasser watched Ben’s approach, a complex mix of wariness and raw curiosity tightening his jawline beneath the dark beard. "Relax, Prince," I murmured, tracing his collarbone through his shirt. "Just follow Mommy’s lead." Ben stopped directly before us, close enough for me to smell his citrus aftershave layered over the weed. His eyes were dark pools of intent. "Instructions?" he asked, his voice low, already anticipating the game.
"First," I commanded, my voice dropping to a velvet growl laced with absolute authority, "kiss him." I tilted my head towards Nasser. "Show me how pretty you boys look together." Ben didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, his hand coming up to cradle Nasser’s jaw with surprising gentleness. Nasser’s eyes widened fractionally, a flicker of surprise before instinct took over. Their lips met – Ben’s smooth, insistent pressure meeting Nasser’s initial stiffness, then yielding. It was tentative, then deepening, a slow exploration charged with latent electricity. I watched, enthralled, feeling the heat coil tighter in my belly as Ben’s tongue flicked against Nasser’s, drawing a low, involuntary groan from the Saudi heir. The vial of poppers gleamed on the table beside them.
That vial gleamed, catching the late sun like liquid gold as their lips parted, both men breathing heavier now. “Good boys,” I murmured, sliding off Nasser’s lap, my fingers already working the buttons of my blouse. “Now, clothes off. All of it.” Ben grinned, already pulling his shirt over his head, revealing smooth, defined muscle. Nasser hesitated, a flicker of unfamiliar vulnerability crossing his face before he met my gaze. “Everything, Prince,” I stated, letting my blouse fall open, my heavy breasts swaying free. “Show Mommy what’s mine.” His hands went to his belt buckle, movements precise, almost ritualistic, as Ben shucked his trousers and briefs in one smooth motion, his cock already half-hard. The air thickened, charged with anticipation and the rich, earthy scent drifting from the Thai stick Ben had brought.
I shrugged out of my blouse completely, then unzipped my pencil skirt, letting it pool around my ankles, stepping out clad only in sheer black stockings clipped to a garter belt. “Roll it, Ben,” I ordered, nodding towards the Thai stick on the table. Ben grabbed the dense, fragrant bud and a lighter from the bag, his fingers deft as he prepared the joint. Nasser stood naked now, gloriously athletic, his dark beard stark against his skin, cock thick and curving upwards, eyes fixed on me. I walked to the grand marble fireplace, leaning against the cool stone, watching them. Ben sparked the lighter, the flame catching the tightly rolled end, filling the air with sweet, pungent smoke. He took a deep drag, holding it, then offered the joint to Nasser first. “For Mommy,” Ben said, his voice a low rasp.
Nasser took it, his dark eyes holding mine as he inhaled deeply, the ember glowing bright. He held the smoke, then slowly released a thick cloud towards the ceiling, a shudder running through him as the potent high hit. He passed it back to Ben, who took another hit before stepping towards me. I opened my mouth, accepting the joint Ben placed between my lips. The smoke filled my lungs, hot and heavy, intensifying the throb between my legs. I exhaled slowly, watching the plume curl towards the high ceiling. “Now give it to him,” I instructed Ben, gesturing towards Nasser with the joint. Ben moved back to Nasser, placing the smoldering joint back into his fingers. “Again,” I commanded. Nasser obeyed, taking another long, deep pull, his chest expanding. He held it, his gaze locked with mine over Ben’s shoulder, the flush deepening on his skin. As Nasser blew out the second plume, Ben reached for the vial.
Ben's fingers popped the cap on the tiny amber vial, releasing a sharp, chemical scent like bitter almonds and rubber that cut through the sweet smoke. He tilted his head back, pressed the vial firmly beneath one nostril, and inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring wide. A shudder vibrated through his lean frame immediately, his eyes rolling back slightly for a fleeting second before locking onto mine, pupils blown impossibly black, a low groan escaping his parted lips. "Fuck, Tina," he rasped, voice thick and distant, already surrendering to the dizzying rush as he swayed towards Nasser, the vial extended. "Your turn, Prince. Deep breath."
Nasser glanced at me, a flicker of uncertainty quickly doused by the raw hunger and obedient trust burning in his eyes, still hazed from the Thai stick. Ben shoved the vial under Nasser's nose, his own breathing ragged. "For Mommy," Ben urged, his words slightly slurred but urgent. Nasser inhaled sharply, nostrils clamping tight around the vial’s neck, sucking the potent fumes deep into his sinuses. His entire body jerked as if shocked, a choked gasp ripping from his throat, his dark eyes widening then instantly glazing over, unfocused and swimming. He staggered back a step, colliding with the edge of the velvet sofa, his hard cock bobbing absurdly as the poppers hit his system with brutal force, flooding him with dizzying heat and a sudden, overwhelming loosening deep in his core. His knuckles whitened where he gripped the sofa arm, head lolling back, mouth slack. The sharp, acrid smell of the poppers hung heavy in the air, mingling with weed smoke and the primal scent of aroused men. Ben dropped the empty vial onto the marble table with a faint clink, his own chest heaving, a predatory grin spreading across his flushed face as he watched Nasser struggle against the chemical tide. "He's flying, Tina," Ben chuckled, the sound rough. "Look at him. Ready for anything."
I stepped forward, the cool marble under my stockinged feet a shock against the heat radiating from them. I traced a finger down Nasser's heaving chest, watching his skin pebble under my touch, his breath catching in a ragged hitch. "Good boy," I murmured, my voice low and thick with promise, feeling the sheer vulnerability radiating off him, amplified tenfold by the drugs. "Feels good, doesn't it? That deep, warm rush?" His unfocused eyes tried to find mine, a low, wordless moan vibrating in his chest, his body trembling slightly, utterly pliant. "Now," I commanded, turning my gaze to Ben, whose own arousal was visibly straining, the poppers making him twitch with restless energy, "show me what he tastes like."
Ben didn't hesitate. He surged forward, grabbing Nasser's jaw roughly, his own lips crashing down onto the Saudi heir's slack mouth. Nasser groaned, a deep, resonant sound muffled against Ben's invading tongue, his drugged body yielding instantly, head lolling back against the velvet sofa arm. Ben kissed him fiercely, possessively, one hand tangled in Nasser's dark hair, pulling his head back to deepen the angle, saliva glistening between them.
Ben broke the fierce kiss, leaving Nasser gasping, dazed against the velvet. "Enough playing," I declared, my voice slicing through the hazy air thick with weed and chemical sweetness. "Stand up. Both of you." They obeyed, swaying slightly, Ben grinning with predatory anticipation, Nasser blinking slowly, still riding the poppers' wave. "Side by side. Now." They shuffled into position near the marble fireplace, their naked bodies gleaming in the afternoon sun – Ben lean and defined, Nasser powerfully built. "Hard," I commanded Ben first. He grinned, gripping his cock, stroking firmly until it stood fully erect, thick and proud. "Now you, Prince." Nasser's hand trembled slightly as he wrapped his fingers around his own impressive length, working himself to full hardness under my watchful gaze. "Hold still," I ordered, stepping close. I pulled a rigid, clear plastic ruler from the pocket of my discarded skirt nearby. "Measure." Ben placed the ruler flat along the top of his shaft, pressing firmly to the base, the tip straining visibly past the 7-inch mark. "Seven and a quarter," he announced, voice thick. Nasser fumbled, the ruler slipping. "Steady," I snapped. He pressed it down, the end just touching his pelvic bone. The tip of his straining cock stopped at the 7-inch line. "Seven," he murmured, a flicker of something – disappointment, resignation – in his drugged eyes. "Ben wins," I stated, the words final. "Bigger cock tops." I turned to Ben, tapping Nasser's reddened ass cheek. "Take your prize, baby. Fuck this tight Saudi ass." Ben's grin turned feral as he stepped behind the compliant heir.
Ben’s grin turned feral as he stepped behind the compliant heir. "Hands on the marble, Prince," I commanded Nasser, my voice slicing through the popper haze clouding his eyes. He obeyed instantly, bending forward, his powerful shoulders tensing as his palms slapped the cool stone fireplace ledge. Ben spat thickly onto his fingers, then pressed them hard against Nasser’s tight hole, working the slickness in roughly. "Still loose from Mommy’s strap?" Ben taunted, his other hand gripping Nasser’s hipbone. "Good." He positioned himself, the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against the yielding muscle. "Take it deep, Saudi," Ben growled, shoving forward in one brutal thrust. Nasser’s choked cry echoed off the high ceilings, his knuckles white on the marble, back arching as Ben buried himself to the hilt. "Fuck, he’s hot inside," Ben groaned, pulling back slowly before slamming home again, setting a relentless, pounding rhythm. Each thrust rocked Nasser forward, his cock bouncing heavily beneath him, untouched and leaking onto the marble hearth. "Look at him beg," Ben grunted, pistoning harder, his balls slapping against Nasser’s reddened skin. "Begging silently."
"Not silently enough," I countered, stepping closer to Nasser’s bowed head. His eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his beard onto the stone. "Open your eyes," I ordered. He blinked them open, dark pools swimming with drugged submission and intense sensation. "Look at me," I demanded, crouching slightly to meet his gaze. He focused on me, breath ragged. "Suck Ben’s cock," I commanded, my voice low and absolute. "Now. Show him how well you swallow."
Ben paused mid-thrust, pulling out slowly, leaving Nasser gasping and empty. He stepped around, his slick cock glistening inches from Nasser’s face. "You heard Mommy," Ben rasped, tapping his tip against Nasser’s parted lips. "Open wide, Prince." Nasser hesitated only a fraction of a second before leaning forward, his tongue flicking out tentatively to lap at the salty head. "That’s it," Ben encouraged, his voice thick. "Get it wet for me." Nasser opened wider, taking the thick crown into his mouth, his lips stretching obscenely. "Good fucking boy," Ben hissed, threading fingers into Nasser’s dark hair. "Suck it deep."
"Take it all," I urged, watching Nasser’s throat work as Ben pushed further in. "Show him how hungry you are." Ben groaned, thrusting shallowly into the wet heat. "Look at him," Ben gasped, meeting my eyes over Nasser’s bobbing head. "Rich Saudi prince choking on my cock." Nasser gagged softly, pulling back slightly, saliva dripping down his chin. "Keep sucking," Ben commanded, pushing his head back down firmly. "Swallow it." Nasser obeyed, hollowing his cheeks, taking Ben deeper, the wet sounds filling the sunlit room. "Filthy little hole," Ben murmured, his hips rocking gently. "Made for sucking cock." I traced Nasser’s flushed ear. "Such a good slut for us," I whispered. Ben groaned louder, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna fill that greedy mouth."
Ben groaned louder, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna fill that greedy mouth." He gripped Nasser’s hair tighter, pulling him deeper onto his cock. Nasser choked, gagging softly, saliva slicking his chin, his eyes watering but fixed obediently on mine.
"Hold him steady," I commanded Ben, stepping behind Nasser’s trembling form. My fingers traced the sweat-slick valley of his spine down to his reddened ass. "Keep sucking him, Prince," I ordered, spreading Nasser’s cheeks roughly. "Don’t stop."
Ben grunted affirmation, pistoning shallowly into that wet heat as I positioned myself. My swollen clit found Nasser’s slicked hole, still loose from the strap-on earlier. "Feel Mommy slide in," I hissed, pushing forward slowly, the thick head of my cock breaching him. He gasped around Ben’s shaft, a muffled cry vibrating against flesh.
"Fuck yeah," Ben rasped, watching me sink deeper into Nasser’s ass. "Look at him take it, Tina. Saudi royalty stuffed full." I rocked my hips, sheathing myself completely inside Nasser’s tight heat. He shuddered violently, impaled front and back.
"Such a good little hole," I purred, setting a slow, grinding rhythm against his prostate. "Made for taking big cocks, isn’t it?" Nasser whimpered, the sound muffled by Ben’s flesh. "Answer Mommy," Ben demanded, slapping his cock lightly against Nasser’s cheek. "Tell her."
"Yes!" Nasser gasped, pulling off Ben’s tip just enough to speak, spit stringing between them. "Made for it! Made for you!" His voice was wrecked, raw with submission. "Made for Mommy’s fat cock," I corrected, thrusting harder, making him cry out. "And Ben’s greedy dick down your throat."
"Get back to work, Prince," Ben growled, shoving his cock back between Nasser’s lips. "Suck like you mean it." Nasser obeyed, bobbing desperately as I fucked his ass with deep, deliberate strokes. "Feel him clench, Tina?" Ben groaned, his hips jerking. "He loves being our filthy little toy."
"Damn right he does," I hissed, slapping Nasser’s ass hard. The sharp crack echoed. "Our rich Arab fucktoy." My pace quickened, driving into him relentlessly. "Taking it all like the desperate slut he is." Ben’s breath hitched, his thrusts turning frantic. "Gonna flood that pretty mouth," he warned Nasser, fingers tightening in his hair. "Swallow every drop."
Nasser’s muffled groan vibrated against Ben’s cock as he tried to obey, his throat working desperately. Ben’s hips snapped forward one final time, a guttural shout tearing from his lips. "Take it, faggot!" Hot spurts pulsed thick and salty onto Nasser’s tongue, coating the back of his throat.
I felt him gag slightly, but he swallowed convulsively, eyes squeezed shut. "All of it!" Ben snarled, grinding his hips against Nasser’s face, forcing the last drops past his lips. He pulled out with a slick pop, his cock glistening.
Nasser gasped for breath, strands of saliva and come clinging to his beard and lips. Ben, chest heaving, grabbed Nasser’s jaw, forcing his head up. "Look at you," Ben sneered, his voice thick with contemptuous triumph. He spat, a thick glob landing directly on Nasser’s cheekbone, mixing with the mess. "I fucking love turning straight boys to faggots." A final, sticky strand dripped from Ben’s softening cock onto Nasser’s forehead.
Nasser flinched, his drugged eyes swimming with humiliation and an unnerving flicker of heat. I never stopped moving, my cock driving deep into his ass with each thrust, savoring the clench of his muscles around me. "Such a pretty mess," I purred, watching the shame bloom across his face beneath Ben’s spunk. "My greedy little prince loves being used, doesn’t he?" I slapped his reddened ass again, sharp and stinging. "Answer me."
He nodded frantically, unable or unwilling to speak. "Good boy," I breathed, leaning closer to Ben, my lips brushing his ear as I kept fucking Nasser. "Lick him clean before I finish," I commanded Ben softly. "Every drop off his face. Make him feel it." Ben grinned, a predator scenting fresh prey.