Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!
Pippa came to Maggie’s wedding alone. As the Maid of Honour, she figured she’d have no trouble hooking up. Has she set her sights too high, or is there something wrong with her? Nobody seems interested… at least, not until Saturday Spa Morning when she schedules a “full service” massage with two gorgeous guys…
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic massage, hard muscles, light bondage, and explicit MMF ménage.
“And what about my cock?” Alexio asked as he pushed his shorts and underwear past his knees. “Denny, she wants to touch it, doesn’t she? She wants to run her hands all over my body, but she’ll keep coming back to my cock. She’ll pump it in her fist until it explodes all over her naked body.”
“Oh my god, yes.” Pippa could hardly breathe and listen at the same time. Her arousal was through the roof. She felt stupid, she was so turned on by these guys. “Yes, I want to touch it.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” Denny said as he hopped up on the massage table, sitting right behind her. She could feel his heat at her back, but she was shocked when he grabbed both arms and brought them behind her body. “Hold them here while I tie your wrists together.”
“Tie my wrists?” That was the last thing she’d expected, but when she felt the firm press she realized he was securing her with his own belt. Pippa squirmed until she was sitting up very straight. Flattening her palms against the table, she leaned back slightly for balance. “But how can I touch you?”
“You can’t,” Denny replied. He was moving in closer now, so close she could feel the heavy press of his balls against the tops of her splayed fingers. “You belong to us, just like you wanted.”
Exactly like I wanted. Pippa wriggled her fingers, jostling Denny’s big balls while Alexio retrieved that fragrant oil from the cabinet. His hard cock bounced as he walked, and any other day that would have made Pippa laugh. Today, she had to be on her best behaviour, and good girls didn’t laugh at bad boys’ bouncing dicks.
“I know what Pippa wants,” Alexio said, confidently enough that she believed him. “She wants to watch me stroke my massive cock.”
Well, she couldn’t argue there!
“Yes,” Pippa said, nodding as Denny grabbed her thighs. He somehow managed to move himself forward until she was half sitting on him with her legs spread and calves wrapped over his knees. She shrieked as he jostled her, but didn’t ask him to stop. He probably wouldn’t have, anyway.
“I think there is something more Pippa wants.” Alexio popped the cap on that sensual oil and drizzled a generous amount across her breasts. The rivulets crept their way between her tits. “She wants you to caress her pretty parts while I touch my cock.”
Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than 50 short story anthologies, and author of dozens of electronic and print books, including Anonymous, Ondine, My Mistress' Thighs, and the Wedding Heat series. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.