0 comments/ 29800 views/ 2 favorites LV By: mehiali The piece of paper on the counter was not unusual in itself; my house mate often left notes. Usually they were about things like "I bought laundry soap" or "dinner is in the fridge – heat on high for 3 minutes." In the 5 years we had shared this 3-bedroom house, she had never, ever had a request. That is exactly what made the note really catch my attention. "Jake, as you know I travel a lot for my company, and clients travel to us. The stupid new girl they hired to replace Rebecca screwed up and double booked the company condo. Both clients are extremely important and we can't afford to lose either one. My boss requested I find an alternative place for the client coming alone. Unfortunately, this is the weekend of the big convention and all hotels are booked and then some! I would like to discuss with you the idea of allowing this client to stay in the guest bedroom here. It will only be for about one night. I'm in the area today so call me when you get this note. Thanks, Megan." I called Megan and gave her my blessing. I reminded her I was going on a short fishing trip and wouldn't be back until Wednesday morning. She said that was fine, the client came in Wednesday morning and would not be at the house until Wednesday afternoon, after meetings. "I'll take care of everything, Jake, cleaning the room and such – thank you so much – she is a major VIP and I thought my boss was going to have an aneurysm over the condo mess!" Wednesday morning, I did not get home from my trip until 10am. Exhausted, I barely had time to note the luggage on the four-poster bed in the guest room. My brain quickly calculated the dove gray and lavender décor, but a very prominent, scrolled "LV" on the side of the large bag gave me pause. Great, I thought, a snob – only snobs have Louis Vitton luggage for a day long business trip. Shaking my head, I went to my own room and, stripping naked, fell asleep as soon as I was under the covers. I woke, several hours later, to a faint humming noise. Opening one eye, I realized it was my cell phone, indicating I had a message. As I punched the numbers to retrieve the voice mail, I noted it was almost 6pm. A glance at the window confirmed I had slept most of the day – there was hardly any light left outside. Such is the life of the recently retired, as my message center reminded me to press one for new messages. "Jake, I have to hostess a small dinner party tonight – the boss found out it's the other client's wife's birthday, and insisted we have a celebration. EYE ROLL. Can anything more happen?! Veronica – that's *my* guest – has been let in and showed her room and bathroom. She already ate dinner and assured me she is content to just relax and read and rest. Her flight leaves early in the morning, and the company car will pick her up. Thanks again – sorry, but my cell phone has to be turned off – see you Thursday. Oh, and Veronica can be a bit – different. Just feel her out, you'll be fine." Megan is the only person I know who can convey more in a 30 second message than most people can in a 5 minute, face-to-face conversation. I could not ask for a better house mate, but her work kept her busy an average of 80 hours a week. I knew she was the head of the products division for her company, but she had requested I not ask her which one, due to privacy concerns. I figured it had to do with copyrights and trade secrets and always honored her wish. I was about to go to the kitchen when I remembered I had a houseguest. I pulled on a pair of shorts and ran my fingers through my hair to tame it a little. The thermostat kept the house at a comfortable temperature, so I didn't bother with a shirt. I wouldn't have bothered with any clothing if I had been home alone – my motto is "everything's better naked!" Scratch that – frying bacon, naked – not a good idea. Suddenly, a BLT sounded like a good snack, and I left my bedroom to head down the hall. As I approached the kitchen, I noticed a lady stretched out on the couch in the living room, reading a book. Clearing my throat to warn her of my presence, I decided I should introduce myself before appeasing my hunger. She turned her face toward me and smiled, standing up to greet me. We shook hands. "I'm Jake, Megan's housemate. Nice to meet you – Veronica, is that right?" She had a warm hand and a firm grasp, and her nicely manicured nails were airbrushed – I could not distinguish the characters. Her hands were smooth on the back but I felt small calluses on her palm. They did not detract from her femininity at all, and I was suddenly glad I was wearing shorts. She was perhaps an inch or two taller than me, with straight black hair that fell smoothly to her mid back. Her flawless complexion told me she was careful when she went into the sun – miles of creamy skin, just colored enough to look healthy. The contrast to the dark hair was an incredible visual – and then I looked into her eyes. Pewter, I thought – that is the only color I could liken those eyes to. Dark eyelashes, a perfectly straight nose and full lips set in a heart shaped face with high cheekbones – this was a beautiful woman, and I tried not to stare blatantly. She was wearing a black halter top and red cutoff sweat pants that showed off her curves – soft and beautiful, they just barely hinted at an underlying strength. She goes to the gym to stay in shape, not body-build, I thought. The pants ended just above her calves, showing smooth, curved skin and bare feet. Her feet – as pretty as the rest of her, I thought. I wondered what it would be like to tickle them a little, or feel them wrapped around my – "It's very nice to meet you, Jake, thank you for allowing me to stay in your home." She released my hand and indicated the room with an open, careless gesture. "This is beautiful; I can see why Megan enjoys living here. Is very relaxing, no?" She had a slight accent that told me English was not her first language, although she spoke it nearly flawlessly. "I appreciate your hospitality and will try to be no trouble." A sincere smile revealed even, white teeth behind the full red lips. My brain was uncooperative, wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips, or have them wrapped around my – "Uh" I stuttered "sure, no problem, glad it all worked out for you. I am going to fix myself a BLT, would you like one?" I turned away so she would not see my erection growing in my shorts. I moved toward the kitchen, and heard her footsteps fall in behind me on the carpet. "What is this, BLT, you speak of? Forgive me, I am from a small region in Europe, my English is not – how you say – perfect. I don't always understand the American dialect. As long as BLT is not alcohol, I will try – I cannot drink before a flight, I get very bad" she paused for a moment "headache." She seated herself opposite the island cook top as I began pulling out ingredients. I could not stop staring at her chest. Those gorgeous mounds made the thought of food flee completely from my mind, and I stumbled onto the first excuse I could think of. "Megan left me a message that you already ate. I am not really that hungry; and you shouldn't eat if you aren't, either." My eyes never left the shadow between her breasts, and I noticed that her nipples were hard underneath the halter top. I was very glad I was behind the stove as my cock got another rush. Something in her eyes changed, and Veronica leaned forward, affording me a better view. "You like my breasts, yes?" I wanted to take a step back, but all I could do was nod my agreement. I felt like a bobble head doll, and about as intelligent, as she continued. She slowly untied the halter from her neck, and let the front fall off. One breast was hidden by her shining hair, the other stared at me directly, the pointed nipple even harder in the cool air. "You'd like to lick my nipples, wouldn't you?" Her voice was husky but there was an edge to it, something I couldn't quite identify. 'Let's go to my room, Jake, and make a memory of this night." It was all I could do to not run gleefully down the hall. Instead, I reached for her hand with mine, and as we walked towards her room, she brushed the front of my shorts lightly with her hand. "Oh, I think you'd like a little more than just to see and touch my body." Her giggle had the same edge as we pressed our bodies together and stepped through the doorway of her room. She used one foot to kick the door shut, and I grabbed to lay her on the bed. She danced gracefully out of my grasp and – none too gently – pushed me down until I was seated on the edge of the four poster bed. I noticed several things at once: •There were silk scarves draped at each corner of the bed •The large suitcase with LV on the side was on the floor, lid open •It was full of an incredible array of sex toys and magazines •My cock was pressing uncomfortably against the cold zipper of my shorts What the hell have I gotten in to? I barely had time to mentally question myself when Veronica's voice cut into my hazy thinking. She was standing directly in front of me, halter top still loose and showing the edges of an unusual looking bra. Her face had changed – still beautiful, I thought, but something – Maybe it was the short black leather whip in her hand? "Listen up, Jake. From this moment forward, you will address me as Lady Veronique. You will do only as I say, exactly as I tell you, or there will be consequences. If you do not call me by the name I have instructed, or if I perceive that you are rude, there will be consequences. Do you know what this is?" She held the leather piece in her left hand and drew it across her right – I noticed she was now wearing an unusual looking pair of black and red gloves, with the fingers cut out. She caressed the whip, slowly brought it to her lips, and the tip of her tongue snaked out to slowly intertwine briefly with the tip. It was the most erotic thing I had seen – well, at that point in time, anyway. She smacked the whip firmly on the bed beside me, startling me. I blinked and stared at her. "Yes, it's a whip." My words sounded lame, and were apparently NOT what she wanted as an answer. "NO!" With an easy movement of her wrist, she flicked the whip and it touched the skin just above the waistband of my shorts. I felt no pain, but instinctively moved to cover my erection from any possible harm. "This is a riding crop, and I will use it as I see fit. Now, what is this?" She held the instrument dangerously close to my face, and I could barely stammer my answer. "It's a riding crop, Lady Veronique." Apparently my pea-brain had kicked in the correct answer, and a small smile played her lips. I removed my hands from my crotch, sensing I was in no danger of becoming a eunuch. She moved closer to me and I could smell – the scent of her soap, I think, light and clean – and a musky, heavier smell, the two intermingling and creating a pleasant atmosphere. She pushed my shoulders down onto the bed and straddled me, her face less than an inch from mine. She lowered her lips to mine and kissed me with a force and passion I would not have thought possible from her. I began to return the kiss and she immediately pulled off. "I did not tell you to kiss me back. Lay flat on your back, in the middle of the bed. You must be punished." Dumbfounded, my body did as she demanded, my brain doing – absolutely nothing. Not one protest from even a single befuddled brain cell. It was as if my entire free thinking process had shut down, and a complex recording system had taken over. "Spread your arms and legs to the four corners of the bed." She quickly moved from one corner to the next, securing each wrist and each ankle with one of the many scarves draped around the posts. She was so sure of her movements that she did not bother to test the knots. "Now, what should your punishment be?" Again with the honeyed voice, as she climbed on the bed and knelt between my spread legs. The zipper rubbed my erect, twitching cock and I was hoping I wouldn't have a raw spot from the pressure and friction. "Whatever you desire, Lady Veronique." Who the hell said that? I wondered, even as I realized – there was no one else here, duh, had to have come from my mouth! I tried to pull one hand free, to loosen the zipper, but the knots held tight. My heart rate increased as she raised the whip. No, my brain frantically corrected, riding crop! I closed my eyes as the crop came down through the air ... once ... twice ... three times ... a total of five times, I heard the whistle and felt a slight pinch, then sudden release of material. I cautiously opened my eyes, to stare directly into Lady Veronique's eyes, which were no more than four inches from mine. "I am an expert handler. You may look and see; there is not even a red mark on you." I looked down, expecting to see shredded skin and free-flowing blood. Instead, all I saw were the tattered remains of my shorts, which she deftly removed from my body and tossed on the floor. My cock stood up, stiff and proud, and ... hopeful. I could not believe she had shredded my shorts off me without even marking my skin. She spotted the few drops of pre-cum that had oozed out the tip, and frowned. "During your encounter with me, you absolutely will not cum until I give you permission. You are not allowed to do anything without my strict instructions. If you fail to do as I say, your punishment will increase. If you cum before I give you permission, the consequences will be most grave." She carelessly flicked the liquid away with her fingers, the slight contact making me twitch more. "There are several things you will be required to do, and I am quite certain you haven't done many of them. The first thing you will do is watch, as I stimulate myself and derive some pleasure. She pushed a pillow beneath my head and reseated herself directly in front of my, again between my legs. She stripped off the halter top and I was able to see the bra she was wearing. Unusual design, the material cut away from her nipples to show them clearly. Her full breasts practically begged to fall out of the constraining, crisscross design. It wasn't really material, I thought, as much as some cleverly sewn strips of fabric. I recognized leather, satin and velvet as she reached for her left breast. Arching her neck gracefully, she slowly licked around the areola, while her fingers played with her other nipple. She pulled her left nipple into her mouth and worried the nipple gently with her teeth, lightly pinching the right one in sync with her mouth movements. She alternated breasts and repeated this several times. She seemed to have forgotten I was even there, as she closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and firmly pinched, pressed and rolled those beautiful nipples. They seemed to grow harder and harder with each movement. I know I was. She opened her eyes and gazed lazily at my body. "Do you think you can do that, for me?" she questioned softly. Even as I stammered that I would like to try, she was crawling up my nude body, pressing her still-clad crotch area against my cock. She did not stop until her breasts were at my mouth. "Right one first, Jake. My left breast is more sensitive, and I am trying to make them equals." I reached up with my mouth, then thought better of it. "May I use my mouth to please your right nipple, areola and breast, Lady Veronique?" She smiled and granted permission, still grinding her hips to mine. I started by swirling my tongue around the nipple, then the areola, then took as much of the breast into my mouth as I could, and sucked – gently at first, then with increasing pressure. I repeated the process a few times, then released her breast. "May I do the same for your left breast, Lady Veronique?" "You learn quickly, Jake. Yes, and you may be a little rougher and faster – I am close to coming and I want to soak my pants against your cock. Remember though – you are not yet allowed to come." She placed the breast in front of my lips, and I did as she said, but suckled a little harder and longer, a little faster – and felt my balls tighten even more as she came. I felt a rush of heat and then damp as she gave a small moan and had a small orgasm. I released the nipple from my mouth as she pulled away. My twitching cock betrayed me with a few more drops of cum, which she brushed roughly against her sweatpants. "It is not your turn, yet, Jake. I am the one in charge here, and I always have to cum at least three times before I grant permission for my partner to cum." She slid off my body and let the riding crop fall to the floor, next to the bed. "Now, I will show you what it feels like to have your nipples played with." She moved back up my body, studying and tracing my tattoos with her hands and fingernails. When she reached my nipples, she straddled my waist and began toying with them. She massaged and rolled and played and poked, then moved so her chest was on my stomach, and took one nipple into her mouth. A few swirls of the tongue and I felt my cock jump again, and strain harder as she licked, suckled and nibbled. She gently took the nipple between her teeth, and mimicking what she had done to herself, worried and very, very gently bit it. Bright red with the treatment, she left it to minister the same to the other nipple. The heat of her lower body against mine was becoming unbearable, and I jumped when she finished by biting the other nipple. She ran her tongue from my nipples, down to my belly button, then lower. Finally, I thought, she is going to suck me off and – Cool air abruptly washed over me as she peeled her body off mine. "How many times must I cum, before I will give you permission?" Her edgy voice had returned, and her eyes pierced mine with their intensity. She began to reach for the riding crop and I was able to find my voice. "Three times, Lady Veronique. I must make you cum at least three times before you will grant me permission to cum." My voice sounded thick, yet squeaky. She gave me a small look of disgust as she climbed off the bed. Slowly, she peeled off the red sweatpants to reveal what little she had on, underneath. The fabric that made up the pseudo-bra continued down her body, forming an elaborate design around her hips, buttocks and upper thighs. There were several metal snaps and loops, and I assumed they held the contraption together. I noticed she was completely free of hair, not even stubble – she must have shaved recently. The straps formed a frame of sorts around her pussy, and the smell of her was stronger now. "I am going to require you to put forth some effort, now, Jake. You will again watch me as I begin to pleasure myself." She resumed her position between my legs, propping herself at an angle on some of the pillows. The pillow under my head was moved so I did not have to strain to watch. I did have to move my head to one side – my dick was obstructing my view. A few more drops of my cum had oozed out the top, I noticed – and so did she. Reaching with her finger, she collected the liquid and settled back against the pillows. Knees bent, feet flat on the bed, she slowly spread her pussy lips open with one hand, and inserted the moistened finger to trace the area. "Do you like what I am doing to myself? I am already hot and moist, perhaps I should see just how horny and ready I am?" Somewhere along the line, she had apparently arranged some of the items from her suitcase within easy reach, and now she took two of these items. Before I knew what was happening, she had placed a frozen ring around the base of my cock! It tried to wilt under the cold, but the pressure kept me hard – and it also kept me from coming. Frustrated and helpless against the knotted scarves, I could only watch her next moves. Still tracing her pussy lips with one finger, she slowly inserted a finger from her other hand into the depths of her pussy. Out, then in again, out, then in again, each time a little deeper. She rolled her head back and inhaled deeply. Spreading her pussy open with her left hand, and working her clit with her left thumb, she resumed finger-fucking herself with her right hand, using two fingers. The pattern repeated and her breathing became more labored, until she suddenly rubbed her clit hard and plunged her fingers into herself as far as they would go. I saw her shaking with the effort to please herself, and thought she would go any second, when her eyes flew open, briefly met mine, then fell on my hard, ringed cock. LV She removed her hands from her body and straddled me, the heat and moisture of her pussy warming my sac. She placed her wet fingers against my lips. "Lick them clean!" she demanded, and I obliged. When I had cleaned the fingers on both hands to her satisfaction, she placed her hands on my hips and lifted herself over my crotch. The cock ring was still cold against my base as she slowly, slowly lowered herself onto me. "Remember, you are to please me first!" as she sank onto my dick. "But this ring has a numbing agent, and you should be hard for a long time." Settling herself on me and keeping her hands on my hips, she began a slow grinding motion, barely moving herself up or down my shaft. She tucked her feet under my legs and tickled my rib area, which had the effect of making me push up into her body. I felt her pussy clamp onto my cock and she shifted slightly, grinding into the pleasure. Her body released, finally, and I had a sensation of water being poured over my dick. She pulled off and quickly moved so her pussy was centimeters from my lips. "Now, you will lick me clean and please me with your mouth!" I was happy to oblige and had started lapping up her juices, when I heard the bedroom door creak open. Lady Veronique repositioned her body so my view was blocked. "You will not worry about what is going on, there is another who needs pleasure. You will please me with your mouth, and her with your dick." She stated it very matter of factly, leaving no room for argument or protesting. "You still are not allowed to cum!" I could only nod my agreement as I was still spread eagle tied on the bed and started again to tongue her, using every trick I could think of to please her orally. I was vaguely aware of whoever the other woman was, climbing onto the bed and straddling me. She pressed her body against Lady Veronique's and, with a softly whispered "thank you", impaled herself on my cock. I momentarily lost track of what I was doing, I hadn't been in a pussy that tight since my first virgin girlfriend, many years before. Whoever she was, she was no virgin, and rode me hard. I doubled my efforts to please Lady Veronique and was rewarded by having her begin to talk to me. "You like it when you are sticking your tongue into my hole, don't you? Now flick my clit with your tongue – that's it, poke it really good with the tip – now I want your tongue in me as far as you can put it!" She reached down to start playing with her clit while I tongue fucked her pussy, ramming as hard as I could with my limited mobility. She leaned back into the girl who was still riding my cock, bouncing up and down like we were on a trampoline. In the darkened room I still could not tell who it was, and it did not matter. I had a girl riding my cock, another riding my face – powerless to stop either of them and enjoying every second of it. I saw the two heads come together and they shared a deep kiss, neither one missing a beat. I was suddenly aware that cock girl had changed her tempo to match what I was doing with my tongue, and the thought turned me on even more. "I feel him getting even harder, Lady Veronique. May I cum now?" The voice was slightly familiar but I could not immediately place it. Lady Veronique assented, and I forced my attention back to her dripping pussy. Cock girl bounced a few more times and slid on as far as she could, gasping her pleasure. She slumped back, still on my hard cock – the ring was still in place, preventing any softening. I wiggled my hips a little and she cried out again, and I plunged my tongue into Lady Veronique as she pinched her clit and came. She grabbed my head with her free hand and forced my face deeper into her pussy, riding my face hard through the surprisingly brief orgasm. Cock girl quietly removed herself from my dick and the room as I cleaned Lady Veronique with my tongue, who was still quivering above me. "Well done, Jake. You are excellent at oral sex, and managed to please two women at the same time. I have to wonder ... " She swung off me and untied my ankles. I bent and flexed my legs a few times as I heard her rummaging around in the room. A candle was lit, providing a soft glow. Her thought resumed. "Do you suck dick as well as you lick pussy?" My brain reeled; I thought she was inviting a man into the bedroom. My hands were still tied, there was no way I could get out of this! She turned around and in the little bit of light, I finally understood what the snaps and metal loops on her outfit were for. She had a large cock strapped onto her, and it stood out from her body obscenely. It had to be 7 or 8 inches long, and pretty decent girth as well. It was the most realistic looking one I had ever seen, and I noticed the base fit perfectly over her bare mound. "You are going to give me head, Jake. We will see if you suck cock as well as you lick pussy. I am going to untie your hands, but you may not use them for anything other than holding on to me as you suck my big cock." A quick pull of the end and my hands were free. "Get off the bed, kneel on the floor in front of me and suck my monster cock." I did as she demanded, and hesitantly took the head of the cock between my lips. I still had an almost painfully hard cock, with the ring still on it. "No, think of how you like to have it done to you, Jake. That's better, more moisture – lick your lips – don't be afraid to use your tongue." I was oddly turned on by this and began to remember and try the things that turned me on when a woman went down on me. I noticed the strap-on behaved almost as if it were a real dick, with skin sliding and some jerky movements that were similar – I guessed – to my twitching right before I came. Lady Veronique rubbed her hands through my hair and began explaining. "This strap on is a unique design, custom fitted for me and has some very advanced technology. There are hundreds of tiny pressure points connecting at the base that, when properly stimulated, will rub my clit into orgasm. It has a few other features, but I will tell you about those if and when I see fit. Suck harder and you will see what I mean." I obliged, and soon found myself sliding my mouth up and down the cock, sucking as hard as I could and licking as much as I dared. "Put your hands on my butt cheeks and pull, I am going to fuck your mouth now!" I barely had time to reach up and do as she had ordered, when she grabbed my head and began furiously pumping in and out of my mouth. I tried to keep sucking as she rammed down my throat –"is that what it's like?" I thought, and made a mental note to be more gentle in the future. I kneaded her cheeks in my hands and felt my cock trying to explode – ring still in place, it was going nowhere fast. She groaned and I felt the cock begin to vibrate, slowly at first, then harder and faster as she continued her pace in my mouth. With a long, slow groan, she forced me to keep it in my mouth and – holy hell – I felt several spurts of warm liquid hit the back of my throat. She bucked her hips a few more times, forcing me to swallow, then slowly removed the cock from my mouth. "Lady Veronique, did I please you?" The cock still hung from her body, the outside wet with my saliva. It looked shiny and still hard – incredible, I thought, I just sucked my first cock! I was sure I would never do it with a real, human man – but what an experience! "Lady Veronique, what did I swallow?" "As I explained, this is a prototype, and you have experienced the pulsing that is supposed to simulate male orgasm, as well as the ejaculation of fluid. It is designed for water to be used in the ejaculatory chamber, as other fluids may erode the sensitive materials. Now, I want you to stand next to the bed and lay your upper body across these pillows. Also, stretch your arms out above your head." My cock pressed painfully against the side of the mattress, and she re-tied my hands to two of the posters. "I still don't want you to cum" she instructed, and began caressing my bare ass. "Spread your legs about a foot apart" and my ankles were tied to the casters at the bottom of the bed. A sinking feeling rose in my stomach. Slowly, I felt her soft hands begin to massage my ass. She still had the cock strapped on and pressed it between my cheeks. She slowly rubbed it up and down my crack, and I realized she had some sort of oil or lubricant on her fingers. "Relax, as much as you can, and try to enjoy this." A fingertip slipped into my hole, while her other hand began caressing my balls. Slowly, she pushed the finger in a little further, then, just as carefully, slid it out. She pulled out completely, a brief pause, then two fingers gently stretched my hole. My dick twitched as the fingers gently pushed in, she was so very, very slow and careful, and I began to feel and orgasmic sensation building. In, out, gently stretching each time, and waves of pleasure I had not experienced before warmed my body. She stood behind me, our cocks together – mine on top of hers. "I will go very slowly, and if you feel any true pain, simply address me and I will stop. Be sure you know the difference between pain and simple discomfort." She never stopped massaging me, and I felt a generous amount of oil being poured into my crack. She worked it in with her fingers, then slowly pushed the head of the strap on against my virgin hole. Using her thumbs to gently spread my cheeks, she gently but firmly pushed until the head portion was past my first ring. It was uncomfortable but not painful, and I told her so. "I will remain here for a minute, to allow you to get used to the sensation. Sexual gratification should never be truly painful, for anyone involved." Her voice was now a warm sea of pleasure, relaxing me even as I realized how vulnerable I really was. Spread eagle, with my ass in the air and a fake cock in it – there was nothing to stop her from becoming rough or violent. Somehow, I trusted she wouldn't. "A little more, I think" and she pushed the well lubricated dick slowly but firmly into my ass, stretching me as she did so. I pushed my hips back to take the now pleasurable pressure, and she allowed a low, throaty laugh. "I think you are ready now" she said, and slowly withdrew. She left the head in, and set a slow tempo of entry and withdrawal, stretching and getting me used to this new and amazing feeling. I responded by pushing against her again, and she increased the speed, holding my hips and starting to really fuck my ass. Waves of pleasure shot through me and the strap on began to buzz again, which I knew meant Lady Veronique would be pleasured soon. I still had the cock ring on and wondered if she would ever let me cum, or if I would die trying. The bedroom door opened and in the candlelight, I could see a female slide into the room and shut the door behind herself. I was so engrossed in my pleasure, I closed my eyes to better the experience, when I felt the scarves being released from my feet, then my hands. "Left your head off the pillows, Jake, and allow our friend to join us again." I kept my eyes closed and did as required. I was able to stand up a little bit, and the angle changed the sensation to even more intense. Warm fingers fumbled with the ring around my cock, and my eyes flew open. Megan! My house mate was naked and had spread herself on the edge of the bed, lining my cock up to her pussy. She looked past me at Lady Veronique, who made eye contact and nodded. "You are required to plunge your cock into Megan, and make her cum, and then, and only then, you are allowed to cum." I could see that Megan was hot and wet, and I quickly slid into her waiting warmth. I placed my hands on her hips and the three of us began a hot, slippery thrusting, our moans and other noises of pleasure the only sounds, other than the slapping of flesh on flesh. A few last thrusts and some strong pulsing vibrations, plus the feeling of warm spray up my ass, and Lady Veronique plunged in and held my hips, riding her pleasure. Megan had pushed her hips up to mine and grabbed Lady Veronique's hands, sandwiching me between the two of them. I pushed my dick into Megan's tightness as far as I could, and felt her explode. The strap on in my ass and the pussy groping my super-stimulated cock signaled the end for me, and I had the most incredible, full body orgasm I had ever experienced. My ass twitched and pulsed, as did my sac, my dick and it seemed just about every part of my body, as I emptied myself into Megan and opened my ass to a last push from Lady Veronique. My head spun and I was vaguely aware of all three of us collapsing on the bed, somehow staying together and arranging ourselves comfortably to sleep it off. My gaze rested briefly on the open suitcase on the floor. Louis Vitton, my ass, I thought. Lady Veronique ... that's what those initials are for ... as sleep claimed my sex-intoxicated brain.