Two Please Him

In the dimly lit chamber, a primal energy pulsed through the air, thick with anticipation. The room was adorned in rich, decadent fabrics and exotic furnishings, the perfect backdrop for the wicked desires that were about to unfold. At the center of it all, he lay, a feast for the senses, a god to be worshiped. His muscular form was tense with excitement, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with longing.

On either side of him, two raven-haired beauties knelt, their own eyes sparkling with an insatiable hunger. Their black hair cascaded down their shoulders, their porcelain skin gleaming in the soft light. Their bodies were a symphony of curves and lines, a perfect yin and yang of flesh. They were an exquisite contrast to the rough, raw masculinity of the man who lay before them, a study in the ultimate duality of pleasure and pain.

With great passion and lust, they shared him. Their hands roamed over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin beneath their fingertips. Their mouths followed, kissing, biting, tasting every inch of him. They took turns worshiping him, their lips encircling his hardened nipples, their tongues swirling and teasing.

As one, they moved lower, their fingers dancing over the ridges of his abdomen, tracing the trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. Their touch was electric, a live wire that sent shivers down his spine and pooled in his groin.

Slowly, teasingly, they released him from his confinement, freeing his straining cock to the cool air of the room. They gasped in unison, their eyes widening in awe at the sight of him. He was massive, a testament to his primal masculinity. Their hands reached for him, stroking him gently, their fingers barely able to encircle his girth.

As they pleasured him, their free hands roamed over each other, their fingers entwining. They shared a glance, a wordless communication passing between them. They leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, their tongues dueling as their hands continued to work their magic on him.

He groaned, his hips bucking as their fingers tightened around him. They took turns, one licking the tip of his cock, tasting the salty evidence of his arousal, while the other took him deep into her mouth. They worked in harmony, their rhythm in sync, their fingers dancing over each other’s bodies as they pleasured him.

He was in heaven, each touch, each kiss, each stroke sending him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the pressure building, the fire in his loins threatening to consume him. He begged for release, his voice hoarse with desire.

But they weren’t done with him yet.

With a wicked smile, they broke their kiss, their eyes locked on his face. Slowly, deliberately, they moved up his body, their fingers tracing a path up his chest, over his shoulders, and down his arms. They pinned him down, their fingers digging into his flesh, holding him captive to their whims.

Their mouths found his again, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. Their bodies pressed against him, their breasts crushed against his chest, their hips grinding against his.

And then, without warning, they broke away, their eyes gleaming with mischief. Their hands moved to his thighs, their fingers digging into the firm muscle. And then, with a sudden, violent motion, they spread him wide, exposing him to their gaze.

They took turns, one licking the length of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, while the other teased his balls, her fingers rolling and tugging on them gently. He groaned, his hips bucking as they pleasured him, their touch driving him wild.

They took turns tormenting him, their mouths and hands working in tandem to bring him to the brink of release. This was the only time he relinquished any amount of control. They took turns teasing him, they would bring him to the edge of release then they would stop, their lips leaving his cock with a wet pop, their fingers trailing away from his body. They would kiss each other, their tongues dancing together as they shared the taste of him, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.

It was torture, pure and simple. And he loved every moment of it.

He started to grunt and growl which was the telltale signal he was finally getting close to release. They heard him, their eyes gleaming with a primal hunger.

Together, they descended on him, their mouths meeting at the tip of his cock in a frenzy of desire. Their hands gripped him tight, their fingers working in a blur as they pleasured him.

And then, with a final, guttural grunt, he came.

His release was powerful, his hips bucking as he filled their mouths with his seed. They drank him down, their tongues swirling around his cock, milking every last drop from him.

As the final shudders of pleasure coursed through his body, they broke their kiss, their eyes sparkling with satisfaction. They lay down beside him, their bodies entwined, their limbs tangled together in a heap of satisfied flesh.

They shared him with great passion and lust. And in doing so, they had fulfilled all his depraved desires. It was a night of primal, dark eroticism, a night that would be etched in their minds indefinitely.

© Seductive Poetry