After the Auction part 5
The moments passed on, and I knew it must culminate. I looked at Monsieur, who looked back with a languid, eyes half-closed gaze, and knew what we both needed. “Ladies”, I said, “You may be wondering why I have you shackled to this pole by only one hand. That is so that you may use your free hand to paint your faces while we cum. When we do, you will open mouths, place your tongues together, and receive our gift with all the appreciation I know you feel.”
The fever of their kissing increased, and two muffled, wet “Yes Sir’s” came forth. In that instant I could stand it no longer, and felt the familiar contraction begin deep in my loins. Amelia sensed it too, and quickly withdrew and placed her mouth close to my cock. The slave did the same, and she shot her hand across to grasp my cock while amelia took Monsieur’s in hers. In three quick united strokes, we began to cum at almost the same instant. The women, mouths open, tongues extended and lightly touching at the tip, became glistening with our warm, shiny offering as they expertly manipulated two cocks to give each face and tongue a perfect blend. I thought for a moment that I might never stop contracting, and I looked sideways to see Monsieur apparently struggling to keep his legs underneath him.
As soon as I felt the shudders subside, I was greeted with the warm sensation of an unfamiliar mouth gently cleaning my cock. I looked down to see the head of the slave, her hair threaded through amelia’s fingers as she guided her gently over my cock. I then felt her mouth leave and amelia’s replace it, swirl for a moment, and then depart as I realized Monsieur was receiving the same treatment. Back and forth the two glorious mouths went, until each cock was clean, two mouths at a time, duties shared equally between two dutiful servants.
My head began to try to wrap around the perfectness that had been this entire evening. The incredible events combined in a harmony unlikely repeated in three lifetimes. The stars shone just barely visible above the stunning lights of Paris. The wet sounds of licking and kissing floated to my ears, mixed with contented sighs and the gentle touch of familiar and loving hands. The violin played on….