Chapter 3: Rising Action
After the way things ended at Sara’s house, Margarita and Sara decided to invite Ken over to Margaritas house and make sure they get what they wanted before.
They had a plan and they were going to stick to it.
Margarita's house was just as charming as Sara's, with a cozy living room that invited you to sit down and stay a while. Ken was greeted at the door by Margarita, who was dressed in a low-cut top and tight jeans that left little to the imagination. She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, her breasts pressing against his arm.
"Ken, it's so good to see you again," she purred, leading him into the living room where Sara was already waiting on the couch. She was wearing a silk robe that left her long legs bare, and her hair was loose around her shoulders.
She smiled at Ken as he entered the room, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Ken," she said, patting the couch beside her. "Come sit by me."
Ken hesitated for a moment, glancing at Margarita who was pouring wine into three glasses. He could feel the tension in the room, the anticipation of what was to come. He took a deep breath and walked over to the couch, sitting down beside Sara.
She turned to face him, her leg pressing against his. "I hope you don't mind Lily joining us tonight," she said, her voice low. "Margarita thought it would be nice for her to meet you.
She's new in town and could use a friendly face," Sara explained, her hand resting casually on Ken's thigh. He could feel the heat of her touch through his jeans, sending a jolt of electricity through him.
Margarita handed them each a glass of wine, and making a special glass for Ken, taking a seat on the armchair across from them. "So, Ken you were telling us about the cars you work on last time,” she said, changing the subject.
Ken nodded, taking a sip of his wine. "Yeah, I've always loved working on
Sara leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
"You know, we've been talking about you, Ken. We've heard so much about your...talents." "Oh yeah?" he asked, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach.
Margarita nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Yes, we've heard that you have a certain...skill with your hands."
Ken raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice low.
Sara leaned in even closer, her breath hot on his ear.
"We've heard that you can make a woman feel things she's never felt before," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft music playing in the background.
Ken felt a shiver run down his spine at her words. He had never been one to brag about his abilities, but he couldn't deny that he had a certain...talent when it came to pleasing women.
Margarita watched the exchange between Sara and Ken, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew that they were playing with fire, but she couldn't help but be turned on by the tension in the room.
She could see the way Ken's eyes darkened as he listened to Sara's words, the way his breath hitched as he took in the implications of what she was saying.
Margarita cleared her throat, breaking the tension. “Would you like a tour of my house?” Ken was feeling a little drowsy but said “Yes, I would love to have you show me around”. Margarits eyes brightened as her plan to get Ken to her bedroom was working out.
Sara led him to a room at the end of the hall, a room that was dimly lit by a single lamp in the corner. The bed was covered in soft, white sheets, and there were candles scattered around the room, casting a warm glow on the walls.
Ken took a deep breath as he entered the room, his eyes scanning the space.
He turned to face Sara, his eyes meeting hers in the soft light. “I am feeling a little tired, can I sit down?” Ken asked.
"Yes, right here”, she said, her voice sultry as she walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. She patted the spot beside her, inviting Ken to join her.
Ken hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to her.
He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the softness of her skin against his arm. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.
He looked at Sara, then at Margarita who was watching them from the doorway, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Is everything alright, Ken?" Sara asked, her voice soft and concerned.
Ken nodded, "Yes, just a little tired from work today," he lied, not wanting to admit that he was nervous.
Margarita walked into the room, closing the door behind her. "Why don't you lie down, Ken? Let us help you relax," she said, her voice sultry as she joined them on the bed.
Ken hesitated for a moment before lying down on the soft sheets.
Sara and Margarita moved closer, their bodies pressing against his as they leaned over him. He could feel their breath on his skin, their hands gently stroking his chest.
"Let's make sure you're comfortable," Sara murmured, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin.
Margarita nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving Ken's face. "Yes, let's make sure you're completely at ease."
Ken closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of their touch spread through him. He could feel his body relaxing, his muscles uncoiling as they worked their magic on him.
Sara's hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his jeans.
Ken's breath hitched as she unbuttoned them, her eyes never leaving his face. He could feel the heat building between his legs as she slowly pulled his jeans down, revealing his boxers.
Ken could feel their hands on him, their fingers tracing patterns on his skin that sent shivers down his spine. He could feel himself getting hard, his cock straining against the confines of his boxers.
Sara's fingers brushed against him, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He opened his eyes, looking up at her.
"Is this okay?" she asked, her voice soft and sultry. He watched as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing.
Margarita let out a low whistle, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of him. "Well, Ken," she said, her voice filled with admiration.
"We can certainly see why you're the talk of the neighborhood." Margarita slowly took his left hand and tied it to the bed post. Ken was puzzled looking at her and then Sara took his right hand to tie it to the other post.
Ken blushed at her words, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had always been confident in his abilities, but to hear it from these two beautiful women was something else entirely. "Can I...taste you, Ken?"
Ken nodded, his breath catching in his throat. He watched as she leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly at the sensation.
this was a big distraction as Sara went to the foot of the bed to tie his ankles to either post. Ken was now completely at their mercy. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, making it even harder as he watched them move around the bed, their eyes filled with desire.
Margarita looked up at Ken, a wicked smile on her face. "You know, we've been wanting to do this for a long time," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Sara nodded in agreement, her fingers tracing patterns on Ken's inner thigh. "We've seen you around the neighborhood, working on your cars, and we couldn't help but notice...your assets."
Ken let out a low chuckle, his eyes never leaving theirs.
"Well, ladies," he said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. "I must admit, I'm not used to being the one tied up."
Margarita's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, Ken," she said, her voice sultry. "We have so much planned for you tonight."
Sara leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear. "We want to make sure you're completely satisfied," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
Ken could feel the heat building between his legs as they moved around the bed, their bodies pressing against his. He could feel his cock throbbing, aching for their touch.
He watched as Sara and Margarita exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with anticipation. They moved closer to the bed, their hands trailing over his chest, his stomach, his thighs.
Margarita's fingers brushed against his cock, sending a jolt of electricity through him. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "You're so hard for us, Ken," she purred, her voice low and sultry.
Sara nodded in agreement, her fingers joining Margarita's. "We can feel it," she said, her voice filled with lust. "We can feel how much you want us."
Ken let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly as their fingers wrapped around his cock.
He could feel the heat of their hands, the softness of their skin as they stroked him, their thumbs brushing against the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there.
"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as they worked in tandem, their hands moving in sync, driving him closer and closer to the edge.
Margarita looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You like that, don't you, Ken?" she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You like us touching you like this?"
Ken nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he hissed, his hips moving in time with their hands.
"Fuck yes, I love it."
Sara leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. "You want more, don't you, Ken?" she whispered, her voice filled with lust. "You want us to take you deeper?" "Yes," he groaned. "Please, I need more."
Margarita smiled wickedly, her fingers tightening around his cock as she began to stroke him faster. "You want us to make you come, Ken?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. "You want us to make you feel so good that you can't take it anymore?"
Ken let out a low moan, his hips bucking against their hands.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned. "I want it all. I want you both to make me come so hard I see stars."
Margarita's eyes gleamed with excitement as she looked at Sara. "You heard the man," she said, her voice husky. "Let's give him what he wants."
Sara nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the length of Ken's cock. He let out a hiss, his body arching off the bed as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around him.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as she began to move, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.
Margarita watched, her eyes filled with desire as she saw Ken's cock disappearing into Sara's mouth. She couldn't wait any longer, she needed to feel him too. She leaned down, her tongue joining Sara's, licking and sucking at the base of his cock, her hands cupping his balls, massaging them gently.
"Jesus Christ," Ken moaned, his head thrashing from side to side as he felt both of their mouths on him.
The sensation was overwhelming, the heat and wetness of their tongues and lips driving him closer and closer to the edge.
Sara could feel Ken's cock throbbing in her mouth, his pre-cum flowing freely now. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. "You taste so fucking good, Ken," she said, her voice muffled by his cock.
Margarita looked up as well, her chin glistening with saliva and pre-cum. "I could suck you all day," she purred, her fingers continuing to massage his balls.
Ken could only groan in response, his body writhing as they continued to work their magic on him.
He could feel the heat building in his balls, the pressure growing with each stroke of their tongues, each suck of their lips.
Sara looked up at him again, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You want to feel my tits on your cock, Ken?"
Before he could answer, she had released him from her mouth and was moving up his body, her large, HH breasts swaying with each movement. She straddled him, her knees on either side of his chest, and leaned down, her nipples brushing against his skin.
"Fuck, yes," Ken groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he felt the softness of her breasts against him. Sara had never experienced a cock that could fit so nicely in her huge tits. It made realize even more how big his cock really is.
She began to move her body up and down, her tits sliding along his length, coating him in her saliva. Ken let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as he felt the heat of her tits against him.
Margarita watched, her eyes filled with desire as she saw Ken's cock disappearing between Sara's tits. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock as it emerged from Sara's cleavage.
"Fuck, Margarita," Ken groaned, his head thrashing from side to side as he felt both of their mouths on him again.
Sara's tits were sliding up and down his cock, coating him in her saliva, while Margarita's tongue was flicking against the head, licking up every drop of pre-cum that escaped.
Sara looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. she purred. "You like feeling both of our mouths on your big, hard cock?"
Ken could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat of their mouths driving him closer and closer to the edge.
Margarita looked up at him, her chin glistening with saliva and pre-cum. When Sara slide her tits down his cock again, Margarita took in more of his cock and was sucking hard. While she sucked on his cock, she slid her legs around and was now straddling Ken’s face.
She lowered herself onto his mouth, her pussy pressing against his lips. Ken’s tongue instinctively found her clit, flicking and licking it as she began to grind against him.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her pussy dripping with excitement. "Eat me out, Ken. Make me come all over your face."
Ken could feel her juices coating his chin, his cheeks, as he licked and sucked on her clit. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps as she got closer and closer to orgasm.
Meanwhile, Sara had taken over sucking Ken's cock, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deep into her throat.
She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, the veins pulsing beneath her tongue. She knew he was close, could feel the tension in his body as he struggled against the ropes binding him to the bed.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his hips bucking against her mouth. "I'm gonna come." "Come for me, Ken," she purred. "I want to feel you come in my mouth."
Margarita watched, her own body aching with desire as she saw Ken's cock disappearing into Sara's throat. She could feel her own pussy throbbing, her clit pulsing with need.
She wanted to feel Ken inside her, wanted to feel his cock stretching her wide. She looked down at him, his cock glistening while Sara struggled to take more in her mouth.
"Fuck, Ken," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. "Your tongue feels so good on my clit."
Ken's tongue flicked and licked her clit, making her grind harder against his face. He could feel her juices coating his chin, his cheeks, as he licked and sucked on her clit.
Sara's head bobbed up and down on Ken's cock, her lips wrapped tightly around him. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, the veins pulsing beneath her tongue.
"Fuck, Sara," Ken groaned, his hips bucking against her mouth.
Margaritas eyes filled with lust. "I want you inside me, Ken," she panted, her voice ragged with desire. "I want to feel your big cock stretching me wide."
Ken groaned, his hips bucking against Sara's mouth as he imagined fucking Margarita. "Fuck, yes," he growled. "I want to fuck you so hard, Margarita."
Sara looked up at them, her mouth still wrapped around Ken's cock. She released him with a pop and moved aside, giving Margarita room to straddle Ken.
Margarita didn't need to be told twice. She climbed onto the bed, her legs straddling Ken's hips. She reached down, guiding his cock to her entrance.
She felt the head of his cock pressing against her pussy lips, and she pushed herself down onto him, taking him inch by inch. Ken groaned as he felt her tight pussy enveloping him, her warmth and wetness surrounding him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his hands gripping her hips as she continued to lower herself onto him.
Margarita let out a low moan as she felt him fill her completely. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her wide. She began to move her hips, riding him slowly at first, then picking up speed as she got more comfortable with his size.
"Goddamn, Ken," she panted, her eyes locked onto his.
"You're so fucking big. I can feel you in my stomach."
“You feel fucking amazing, Margarita," he groaned. "Your pussy is so tight and wet and just wait, you will feel even more” Ken eluding to that his cock will grow more and more when she fucks him.
Sara watched from the side, her hand moving between her legs, rubbing her clit as she watched Ken fuck Margarita. "You two look so fucking hot," she moaned. "I can't wait to feel that big cock inside me too."
Margarita leaned back, her hands pressing against Ken's thighs, she had this feeling like this huge cock was getting even bigger.
She could feel it stretching her even more, filling her completely. She let out a low moan, her head falling back as she rode him harder, her hips slapping against his with each thrust.
"Fuck, Ken," she panted. "Your cock is growing. I can feel it. It's fucking huge now."
Ken grunted, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he thrust up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. "Fuck yeah, Margarita," he growled. "It's gonna keep growing. You're gonna take every inch of it."
Sara watched, her fingers moving faster between her legs as she watched Ken's cock disappearing into Margarita's pussy.
She could see the way Margarita's body tensed as she took him deeper, could see the way her eyes fluttered closed as she moaned in pleasure.
"Fuck, Ken," Margarita panted, her voice ragged with desire. "Your cock is so big. I can feel it stretching me wide."
Ken grunted, his hips bucking against hers as he thrust up into her. "You're taking it like a champ."
Margarita let out a low moan, her head falling back as she rode him harder, her hips slapping against his with each thrust.
"Fuck, yes," she panted. "I can feel it getting bigger.
It's like it's never going to stop," Margarita gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and disbelief.
Ken grunted, his thrust up into her, his cock stretching her even more. "It's not stopping, baby. It's only just beginning."
Sara watched, her fingers moving faster between her legs as she watched Ken's cock disappear into Margarita's pussy. She could see the way Margarita's body tensed as she took him deeper, could see the way her eyes fluttered closed as she moaned in pleasure.
"Fuck, Ken," she panted, her voice ragged with desire. "I can feel it getting bigger. It's like it's never going to stop." Margarita gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and disbelief.
Ken grunted, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he drove his cock deeper into her. "You're taking it like a champ," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
Sara watched from the side, her fingers moving faster between her legs as she watched Ken's cock disappear into Margarita's pussy.
It's like it's never going to stop."
Margarita gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "It's too much," she moaned. "It's too fucking big."
Sara couldn't take it anymore.
She needed to feel Ken's cock inside her, stretching her wide just like it was doing to Margarita. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself next to Margarita, her legs straddling Ken's face.
"Sara, fuck," Ken groaned, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of her glistening pussy mere inches from his face. "You're so fucking wet."
Sara smiled wickedly, her fingers spreading her pussy lips open, revealing her swollen clit. "I'm soaking for you, Ken," she purred.
"I want you to lick me clean while you fuck Margarita." Ken groaned, his eyes locked onto Sara's glistening pussy. He could smell her arousal, see the way her juices coated her inner thighs. He stuck out his tongue, flicking it against her clit, making her gasp.
"Fuck, Ken," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. "That feels so good." Meanwhile, Margarita continued to ride Ken, her hips moving in a steady rhythm as she took every inch of his cock. She could feel him growing even bigger inside her, stretching her wider than she had ever been before.
margarita felt a Avery powerful orgasm building up and knew it was going to be long one.
She threw her head back and screamed as she came hard on Ken's cock. Her pussy clenched around him as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
"Fuck, Ken," she panted, her body shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. "That was fucking incredible."
Ken groaned, his hips bucking against hers as he felt her pussy clench around him. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing with each thrust.
"Fuck, Margarita," he growled. "You feel so fucking good. I'm gonna come."
Margarita looked down at him, her eyes filled with lust.
"You want to come inside me, Ken?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. "Fuck yes," he growled. "I want to fill you up with my cum."
Margarita smiled wickedly, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm as she rode him. "You want to make me your little cumdumpster?" she teased.
Ken let out a low chuckle, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Fuck yeah," he said. "I want to fill you up with so much cum that it drips out of your pussy."
Margarita let out a low moan, her head falling back as she rode him harder.
"I want to feel your hot cum inside me. I want to feel it filling me up."
Ken's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust up into her. "You're gonna get it, baby," he growled. "You're gonna get every fucking drop."
Sara watched while still riding Ken’s face her own orgasm building up while she gasps. "Fuck, that's so hot," she moaned. "I can't wait to taste your cum in her pussy."
Sara said, her voice filled with lust as she continued to grind against Ken's face. Ken groaned at her words, his hips bucking against Margarita's as he felt his orgasm approaching. "Fuck, Sara," he growled. "You're making me come." Margarita's eyes widened, her hips moving faster as she felt Ken's cock throbbing inside her. "Come inside me, Ken," she moaned. "Fill me up with your hot cum." Ken let out a low roar as he came, his cock pulsing inside Margarita's pussy as he filled her with his hot cum. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his body shaking as he rode out his orgasm.
He could feel his cock pulsing inside Margarita, filling her with his hot cum. He could feel it dripping out of her pussy, coating his balls and thighs.
Margarita let out a low moan, her body shaking as she felt Ken's cum filling her up. She could feel it dripping out of her pussy, coating her inner thighs. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with lust. "Fuck, that was incredible," she panted.
Ken grunted, his body still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. He looked up at Sara, who was still grinding against his face. "Your turn," he growled.
Sara's eyes widened, her pussy clenching at the thought of taking Ken's massive cock. She climbed off his face, her legs shaking slightly as she moved to straddle him. She could see his cock, glistening with Margarita's juices and his own cum, standing tall and proud.
"Fuck, Ken," she said, her voice filled with awe. "You're still so hard." Ken chuckled, his hands gripping her hips. "That's what you do to me, Sara. Now come here and sit on my cock."
Sara didn't need to be told twice. She positioned herself above him, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.