I turned back to her, looking her up and down deliberately, slowly. She flushed, hands drifting to cover her sex, instinctive rather than deliberate.
“I think you have the last part backwards.” I replied equally softly. “I may have sex, may fuck the other girls… but you are the one I wanted from the moment I met you, you are the one I will take because I want to, the one I will claim as my own…. Your own deal gives me that right.” I caught her eye with mine, staring at her meaningfully. She looked away, hiding her face behind her hair, leaving me alone to get ready for the rest of the day.
Two hours… I was pretty sure that was two hours of weights, not an hour of weights and an hour of cardio. They wanted me pumped, swollen, hard. I wasn’t certain why that was, but I didn’t question the directive, just my ability to fulfill the intent. I won’t bother with the boring details, nonetheless, when I finally staggered back to my car for the drive home I was as tired as I’d ever been, no part of me seemed fit, not even to fuck.
Marie met me at the front door, still naked despite the fact that technically I’d given her permission to dress while I was out, clothed. She wrinkled her nose at the sweat soaking my gym clothes, but helped me upstairs, holding my almost feverishly hot body close to her own. Tati didn’t need wakening, she stepped out of her own doorway as we crested the stairs, looking a bit more rested and came over to help me to the bathroom.
Once inside I was stripped by the two women, who pulled me with them under the hot shower, where they soaped my body, my hair, every part of me, rubbing me down with rough washcloths, scrubbing me until my skin glowed pink and new under the working tan I’d built during the last week.
The girls led me dripping from the shower to dry me with big fluffy towels that smelled and felt fresh from the drier. I had to admit the attention felt wonderfully decadent, and my body responded quickly.
Manicured nails traced cool sharp lines down my stiffening cock.
“Well, it seems he’s getting ready. Would you like to do the honors?” Tatiyana offered the other girl. Marie took the weight of my swelling rod in the palm of her hand, considering.
“Well, it is your place to tease him to readiness… my last effort was somewhat explosive.” She smiled.
“We’ll share then.”
So there I stood, the early midday sun streaming through the bathroom window onto my back, two nubile nymphs, their bodies still glistening wet, kneeling on either side of me, fondling my manhood while their lips and tongues laved every inch of my sex, slathering it with their saliva until it was a bar of iron that throbbed with its own life.
Then, and only then did they relent, caressing my legs, my body, with their hands as they rose together, leading me by the hands back down stairs, the stairs giving me a nice respite from their attentions.
I had missed it when I came in, exhausted by the extreme workout, and distracted by the beautiful woman who had been waiting for me, but there had been changes since I’d left.
First the chairs and couch had been rearranged slightly, forming a sort of amphitheatre. Everything had been draped in white sheets, and a fire was prepared in the fireplace and candles set out around the room, though nothing was lit. Several tall mirrors circled the room.
Behind the arena for the main show a sort of ‘prep room’ had been created, a folding leather massage table was set up, the table full of creams and oils was placed beside it, a small box of props rested underneath it.
Guided by their hands, I lay on the massage table, letting them work the exhaustion from me, letting them pamper me, much as I had pampered/been pampered the night before, though this time with more purpose than mere pleasure. I admit to passing out once or twice as I relaxed, though my handmaidens never let me rest long, reaching between my legs to fondle or stroke me each time I flagged.
Once I had rolled over they took turns massaging me, the alternate instead gently working my cock, my balls. Hands, mouth… whatever she wanted it seemed, never hard enough to throw me over, just enough to keep me there.
Once I had been totally massaged, they poured a thick golden oil over my groin, all four hands working in tandem to lather me up, to coat me utterly, working the excess into my thighs, my ass, my stomach.
They helped me stand, using the oil liberally, coating me until I shone, I could see myself in a mirror standing like some bronzed god, my spear thrust proudly before me. Not exactly classical art.
Marie lathered my face, then my groin, with a bristle brush from a thick foamy soap, Tatiyana stropped a straight razor, and I admitted then that I was afraid. They shaved around my cock first, not stripping me bare, but removing most of the thicket, leaving me a tidy patch. As Marie cleaned the area with a hot towel, before beginning to re-oil it, and I had to admit the shorter hair made my already somewhat prodigious member seem positively massive, Tatiyana bade me to sit and with careful strokes removed the stubble I’d grown over the last few days.
The job done, she switched places with Marie, who cleaned my face as Tatiyana allayed my fears about my manhood, bringing me back to life with her talented hands and tongue. I could only groan.
Eventually the preparation of my body was complete. Now Tati applied the familiar steel ring behind my balls, at the base of my shaft, and the second one just under the flare of the head. I groaned again, feeling my rod swell against the confinement. I half expected the leather sheath again, but they strapped a white loincloth over my hips, just long enough to conceal my manhood. I looked again in the mirror, half smiling to myself. Despite the silly little cloth I looked as if I’d been carved from old bronze, sun and oil combining to tint my chiseled flesh.
They pointed to my throne, with the altar of offerings, in reality the heavy wooden coffee table draped in a sheet, in front of it, then Tatiyana led me away to the garage, where she stayed with me. Her job now was to keep me hard, but not too hard, until it was time for the show.
Did it take two hours? I couldn’t say. Really I couldn’t. The wait after seemed incredibly long, though that might have been the entertainment…
She didn’t just stroke me, kiss me, lick me… didn’t just practice her lap dance moves, all the little things to tease me without actually giving me an excuse to go off, or even really to get much further along. In fact, she did little of that, a little here, a little there to keep me lively.
She prepared herself as well. To be honest, Marie joined her at first, bringing the house phone with her, waiting for the call. The two women didn’t go through the entire process I had, but they did oil one another until their flesh gleamed, their body obviously ready for pleasure, nipples hard, pussy’s dripping. The phone rang just as they finished with the oil… or just before, and each looked slightly disappointed… I certainly found it distracting. Marie fled the garage, speaking quietly on the handset, closing the door behind her. This led to the teasing from Tatiyana between ‘preparations’.
She dressed, if you could call it that, in clear plastic ‘stripper shoes’, just like the ones she’d worn last night, her painted toes wiggling. She covered her lower face with a see-through veil. She applied some rouge to her nipples, and perfume to her body. Lastly she pulled on an off white corset, one that just covered her waist, inviting me to tighten it as much as I dared, the white leather laces I bowed neatly at the bottom and left them hanging over her upturned ass.
I could hear the girls outside, understood that Suzy was going through a shorter version of what I had experienced, then being led away as well… to the pantry opposite the garage I supposed.
I was led from the garage by Tatiyana, led to my Throne as I watched the other two women finish their ritual ablutions and dressing, closing up the massage table and wheeling it back to the closet it had come from. The worked quickly, though Marie and Karen both took a peek under my loincloth to check my state of readiness.
I sat, listening to some low, slow, primal sounding music played distantly in the background, the candles and fire lit, even in the heat. The Sun had moved over the house now, beaming in narrowly through the open front window, an eyewitness I supposed.
Once everything was lit, everyone dressed and in their places, Marie right behind my shoulder, holding a tray with a goblet, did things actually proceed. Karen knocked loudly on the countertop before hurrying back on her high heels. A moment later I heard the pantry door open softly.
“Who seeks admittance into this holy place?” The three women with me called in unison. They’d practiced, obviously… though when I couldn’t begin to guess.
“A lowly supplicant…” came the timid reply from just out of sight. Stronger as she went on “A girl, nothing more.”
“Seek you the Path? Will she place her feet upon the Path of her own free will?”
“I do, I shall.” Came the responses. Karen and Tatiyana, dressed identically, moved slowly to bracket the entryway into the living room from the kitchen.
“Come forward, Supplicant.” Chanted Karen, her hands raised.
“Become a woman…” began Tatiyana before she realized she’d missed her line, smothering a giggle, she put her hands out just in time as Suzy came around the corner, closing the girl in the ring of their joined hands. Suzy froze awkwardly, though she had sort of expected it. She was dressed in a white robe that hung open down the front, she’d obviously been cleaned up, her pubic hair was cleaned from the lips of her pussy, and obviously professionally trimmed elsewhere, her feet were bare, freshly pedicured, her hair was styled, though it retained its wild rawness that made it so fierce.
“Is the Supplicant pure of flesh?” Asked Marie from my shoulder. The two women holding her peeled the poor excuse for a robe from her, letting it fall at her feet, then they slowly knelt, hands still joined, each taking a turn peeking at her nethers, then up again, each looking in her mouth, her eyes.
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