Strapped

Strapped Part 11

The air was heavy as were the footsteps of the three women making their way up to Nikki's apartment. When the time had come to leave the reception, it had been decided and agreed that it would be more comfortable for everyone back at Nikki's place as opposed to a strange hotel room. Nikki's nerves kicked in minutes before the clock struck eleven, and by the time Mickey pulled into the parking lot of her building, Nikki's stomach was coiled as tight as a boa constrictor. She wanted this with every ounce of her being, but she had never fucked Joey in front of Mickey, except for that unexpected appearance from Mickey when she caught them on her dining table. Nikki withdrew her front door key with a slight tremor to her hand, she breathed shallowly and let it out quietly from the two dominant butches standing behind her. When she unlocked the door, she safely stood to the side, allowing Mickey and Joey to enter the apartment before her. She didn't think she could handle being gawked at anymore like she was a meal. She reminded herself that she was in charge and calling the shots. She steeled herself before following them inside and closing the door, locking it. Joey had stripped out of her suit jacket, holster was missing that was sitting safely inside her vehicle, her sleeves were still rolled to each elbow and the buttons were undone down to her navel, exposing a lot of enticing skin. It was apparent she wasn't wearing a bra. Nikki had to refrain from licking her lips at the strip of skin between her breasts.

Nikki walked into the kitchen asking, "Drinks?"

Joey took a seat on the couch and asked for a beer; Mickey followed suit, requesting the same thing. When Nikki returned with two beers and one vodka cooler for herself, she nearly dropped the glass bottles at the glorious sight before her. Two confident, dominant butches were occupying her couch, appearing relaxed as they lazily stretched their arms along the back of the couch and each with a foot resting on their knees. Both of their shirts were unbuttoned, giving Nikki a spectacular view of skin and muscles. She handed each a bottle of beer then chose the safe option and sat on the coffee table directly in front of the women. Silence, save for the hissing of each bottle being opened and lids being tossed on nearby tables. Each took a sip, Mickey and Joey eyeing Nikki as if they were waiting on her command. After the forever long stare down, Nikki couldn't help but chuckle with a shake of her head at the two butches smiling back at her.

"You two..." she sighed. She really didn't have words for them at the moment. She took a long swallow of her cooler before setting it down beside her. She then licked her lips, spread her knees, and rested her elbows on them, ignoring the penetrating eyes to her crotch the moment her legs parted. "Here's how it's going to go. Mickey will play photographer while Joey and I play with each other." She noted the spark of excitement in Joey's eyes. "And when Joey makes me come," she looked directly at Joey, "and you will make me come, then Mickey will join us."

Joey and Mickey nodded in approval, but stopped when Nikki raised a finger up.

"But first, I want to watch the hottest butches I've ever known make out with each other for a couple minutes." She smiled devishly at the stunned expressions on both women before her. "Just a little bit. And don't forget to use tongue, lots of tongue." She moved to the armchair as Joey and Mickey moved slowly toward one another, meeting in the middle of the couch.

"Mind if I get a little comfier?" Joey asked Mickey. When Mickey shrugged, Joey stood up and stripped off her shirt, leaving her naked from the waist up. Nikki's pulse soared through the roof and her pussy flooded the crotch of her underwear. She quickly glanced over at Mickey who showed indifference on her face, but she knew Mickey was better had hiding her true feelings. The flex in Joey's midriff as she sat back down, had Nikki's mouth salivating and she couldn't wait for Joey to fill her up and make her moan.

Nikki was on the edge of her seat watching Joey take the lead, which was surprising, because she assumed Mickey would have taken over, but then again, Mickey didn't fuck hard butches and thought she was allowing Joey to lead them. Their kiss started off gently and slowly with soft pecks to each other's lips. Joey's hands tangled in Mickey's hair at the back of her head while Mickey grasped on to Joey's bare shoulders. Nikki didn't realize it, but she suddenly found her hand rubbing circles between her legs at the sight of Mickey taking the initiative when she slipped her tongue out and swiped it along the bottom of Joey's lip. Joey opened her mouth, snaking her tongue out and they dueled with their tongues before settling into a deep, tongue-tied kiss. Nikki's mouth dropped open when she witnessed Mickey lowering both hands from Joey's shoulders to her small, pert breasts and massaged them. Nikki's fondling of herself intensified and she felt an orgasm on the rise. Their kiss turned fevered as they both moaned with heavy breaths, clothes tugged as they each tried to get closer to each other. Mickey undid Joey's trousers and pushed her hand down inside, making Joey break from the kiss and cry out. Joey's eyes flickered opened and she made eye contact with Nikki, who was now masturbating, and smiled evilly at her. Mickey's hand was working hard inside Joey's pants as she sucked hard on one of Joey's nipples. Nikki knew Mickey had it in her to take over and dominate, and Joey didn't seem to mind as she leaned back on her hands and undulated her hips to the rhythm of Mickey's hand. The sight was too much for Nikki and she threw her head back and moaned out her orgasm. When she finished and was able to open her eyes again, Joey and Mickey were lazing on the couch with satisfied smiles, watching Nikki.