The Pamper Night

The names in this story have been changed to protect the guilty. But, if they happen to read this, they will know that it's them....

So, I was sitting at a restaurant one night with a couple friends of mine, Carla and Darlene. It was a typical night for us. Just sitting around, drinking coffee and people watching.

This particular night, Carla and Darlene were complaining about their respective boyfriends. Things like “he doesn’t do THIS for me anymore”, or “he never shows me he cares anymore”, or “when we have sex, he just gets off, and goes to sleep. There’s no romance anymore.” Things like that. Basically, their self esteem was low.

I suggested that they needed to have a “Pamper Night”. I told them they needed to find some random guy that they would basically be at their beck and call for a night. A guy that would feed them grapes, massage their feet, change the channel on the T.V., etc, anything they wanted.

They agreed that it was a good idea, but couldn’t think of who they would get to do that for them. Of course, being the guy that I am, I volunteered. Not, as you would expect, to get laid, but because I had two friends that needed something, and I had the ability to provide it for them. I’m a philanthropist like that. At first, they didn’t trust me, but after a little while, I had convinced them that I was just doing it to be a good friend.

I can tell, my fair reader, that at this point, you don't believe me either. Well, I'll tell you the truth. I really didn't do it because I was trying to get laid. I was just going to hang out, do little menial tasks they wanted, and help two friends of mine to feel better about themselves.

About this time, the idea is in their heads, and they’re planning and scheming. “When can we do this?” “Well, my boyfriend is gone for the weekend, we can do it tonight. Let’s go to my place”

You got it, ladies.

We get to the house, and I stand at the threshold, waiting for instruction. “What are you doing?” “I’m just waiting for you to tell me what to do.” Apparently, they were still wary of my intentions. So, to prove it, I told Carla to give me an order, and I’d obey. She told me to stand on one leg, so I did. I stood there silently for 5 minutes before they finally started trusting me.

Me: So what now?
Carla: Well, I like the idea of someone feeding me grapes. Go get some.
Darlene: Yeah, I like that too.
Me: Ok, I’ll be back.

Mind you, this is about 11:30. I head to the grocery store, and get the biggest bag of grapes I can find, and that’s all. The cashier looked at me, looked at the grapes, looked at me… “Just take them, dude. You seem like you’re going to be having one hell of a night.” Thanks, big guy. I am.

I get back to the house, and I can’t find the girls. I hear from the bedroom, “Go ahead and chill for a minute, we’ll be right out.” So, I go into the kitchen, wash the grapes, and make up two bowls, one for each of them. I go back into the living room, and set up. A bowl of grapes for each, an ashtray for each and a glass of water for each. I’m thoughtful like that.

They come out of the bedroom, both dressed in black teddies. “Gorgeous”, I say, as they take opposite ends of the couch. I sit on the floor in front and between them.

“Here we are. If you want a grape, say grape. If you need an ashtray, say flick. If you want water, say water. Simple.” I know that I’m supposed to be the submissive, but someone has to set some ground rules.

We sit like that for a while, talking about whatever. The latest T.V. shows, our college classes, being in the drama department, etc. I’m multitasking like a pro. Grape, flick, water. Darlene disappears for a little bit, and comes back with her hands behind her back. “Hold out your hands.” I do, and she places a feather in one hand, and a small whip in the other. “The feather is for Carla. Tickle her with it when you feel like it. The whip is for me. Hit me with it at random times. That’s how I like it.”

As you wish. I am your servant.

So, I’m multitasking like a pro even more. Grape, flick, water, tickle, grape, water, WHACK!!. They’re loving it.

Darlene then tells me, “I bought my boyfriend something, and he won’t ever wear it. I want you to wear it. You’re about the same size, so it should fit.” She goes into the bedroom, and comes back with a small box, about 7 inches wide on a side. This ought to be interesting. I turns out that the object that she bought was as such: A vinyl, fur lined speedo with suspenders, plastic gold chains across the front, and a little red Velcro bow tie. I can understand why he wouldn’t want to wear it.

Before I come out of the bathroom, I make them promise not to laugh. I look ridiculous. I’d better be getting laid for this. When I walk out, Carla says, “Damn! Did basic training do that to you?” “Do what?” “You’re hot!!!!” Mind you, when I went to basic, I was 6 feet tall, and 143 pounds. I was thin as a rail. When I got back, I weighed 190, and actually had muscles.

I continue the pampering. Grape, flick, WHACK, water, flick, grape, tickle, WHACK. Etc.

Suddenly, Carla says, “I could use a massage.” Darlene agrees. They didn't want to lay on the floor, so we move to the bedroom.

They lay side by side, face down, with me kneeling between them. Darlene on my left, and Carla on my right. Since they wanted massages at the same time, I had to rub them both with one hand each. Darlene wanted a deeper massage, and Carla just wanted a light rub. I started at their feet, up each of their legs, along their asses, up their back to their shoulders. I even massaged their heads. If you've ever tried to massage with two different pressures at the same time, you understand how difficult this is. I'm totally concentrating on my work.

As if there was a signal, they both flipped over onto their backs at the same time. Again, I started at their feet, worked up their legs, hips, stomachs, arms and necks. As soon as I finish massaging, they both asked why I avoided their naughty parts. “Well, I’m still at your command, and you haven’t told me to do anything dirty.”

I am the ESSENCE of game at this point. They both want the FULL massage, so I happily oblige, and massage their breasts and between their legs.

Here’s where it gets REALLY interesting.

Darlene gets up, turns off the lights, and ties Carla to the bed. Once she’s tied up and blindfolded, Darlene goes down on her like she’s looking for the Lost Treasure of the Sierra Madre. I’m standing to the side, watching this whole thing. That’s all, just watching. Somehow, Carla’s blindfold comes off, and she notices me standing to the side. “What are you doing over there?” “Nothing, until you tell me otherwise.” I’m still playing the game. “Well, get over here, and get involved!”

So, I do.

I take Darlene’s place, and go down on Carla. She tastes soooooo good. I’d been wanting her ever since I met her, and now I’m having her. I’m going to make every moment of this count. If ever there was an instance in my life where I really took the time to eat a pussy right, it was this moment. I took my time. I explored every bit of it.

Darlene unties Carla, and suddenly, she gets in this mood to be a director of a porn. She has me lay on the bed, and makes Darlene suck my dick. She is rather talented. All the while, I still have the feather in one hand, and am tickling Carla with it. She has the whip now, and is occasionally hitting Darlene with it.

Darlene gets up to get a condom, and Carla comes over, and sucks my dick. She has got some real talent. Not only does she use her hands in just the right way, but she doesn't seem to have a gag reflex. Darlene joins in.

Gentlemen, if you've never had the pleasure of two women sucking your dick, I highly recommend it.

They put the condom on me, and Darlene rides me like her life depends on it. The whole time, Carla is giving directions, and hitting Darlene with the whip. I had been, well, warned about Darlene before. When she orgasms, there are no peaks and valleys. She plateaus, rises, plateaus, and so on until the act is finished.

Carla gets on the bed to the right of me, and continues to hit Darlene with the whip. She alternates between kissing me, and licking or caressing Darlene's breasts. I relinquish the feather, and slip my hand between Carla's legs, sliding my fingers inside of her. I thrust with my fingers and my cock at the same time, and both women moan with pleasure. I continue this way, alternating between them, until all three of us climax at the same time.

Exhausted, we collapse on the bed together, and silently fall asleep. Darlene has her head on my left shoulder, and Carla is on my right. Up to that moment, I had never felt as content in my life. I have done a good deed, and had my first threesome in the process. I feel like a god.

I wake up in the morning to the sound of someone rummaging through the closet. I peek out from under the covers, and notice that it’s Darlene’s boyfriend’s MOTHER looking for something in the closet. I quietly, put the covers back over my head, and try to stay as silent as possible.

She leaves, and I get out of bed. I don't think she noticed that I was there. I don't know how. The girls are nowhere to be found in the house. They’ve both left, and I don’t know where they’ve gone. I’m still wearing the suspenders and the bow tie. And the condom.

Quickly, I change back into my clothes, get into my car, and head home. My dad asked me where I had been all night. I didn't tell him. We mad a pact.

They never talked about it at all, and I never said anything to anyone. Until now…. I figure 15 years is long enough to keep this secret.