Home is where the ass is
The next day, our last in New York, was a wet, sticky, joyous blur. I awoke as Hannah's thighs settled on either side of my head.
"Breakfast, Uncle Bob. Stacey got me nice and juicy. Now you just need to eat."
A moment later, I felt the now-familiar, but certainly not unwelcome, feel of my slut-princess sliding her mouth down my cock.
"Morning, Hannah, morning, Stacey," I managed to say before Hannah's fleshy pussy lips descended onto my mouth.
"Mng unn buuu" I heard, as Stacey rudely tried to speak with her mouth full. After that, my mouth was pretty full too, nibbling Hannah's interesting pussy lips and sucking on that big clitoris. I found that if I pulled the hood back with two fingers, sucked it between my lips and strummed the tip with my tongue, I could get Hannah into a kind of rolling wave of orgasms.
Stacey, meanwhile, wasn't going for the slow tease either. I felt her cute, button nose hit my belly repeatedly as she skull-fucked herself on my cock. I didn't even bother to hold back; Stacey knew what she was doing and I was very happy to give her an early protein breakfast, unloading the replenished stock of jizz that my balls had manufactured overnight down her throat in a very satisfying manner.
And then Hannah, still trembling from her extended climax, climbed unsteadily off my face, and Stacey bounced into the saddle. I traced an unusual buzzing to a vibrating butt-plug, as she pressed her wet, fragrant, delicious and wide-open pink slit into my face. I just had time to extend my tongue and make her squeal before she butted her clit up against my nose. I tongue-fucked her for a couple of minutes, teasing in a way she would find very stimulating and a little frustrating, before getting up close and personal with her clit. I managed to reach up and grab hold of her tight, skinny butt cheeks and hold her down on my hungry tongue while she squealed and wriggled, trying to moderate the powerful sensations that were sending her into her own extended orgasm. I tortured her for at least two minutes - hard to keep track of time when your face is covered in pussy - before she managed to squirm free, gasping and giggling madly.
The three of us showered together, with lots of rubbing, kissing and caressing, before Stacey stepped out to dry her hair. Hannah stayed in the shower with me, then dropped to her knees and sucked me until I was hard enough to fuck her from behind, up against the tiled wall, giving us both our second orgasms of the day. I left Hannah in the cubicle, trying to clean out the trail of jizz that was trickling down her legs.
We sat in a booth at the deli and had a light and rather late breakfast.
"OK, girls, what would you like to see today? I thought maybe a trip to the top of the Empire State, maybe a stroll in Central Park, or we could take in a gallery."
"Uncle Bob," Hannah said, leaning across the table. I could see her lovely rounded tits down her low-cut t-shirt. "What I'd most like to see is - is whether your lovely cock will fit inside my ass. After last night, and then again this morning, I'm sooo horny, Uncle Bob. You said that I shouldn't try anal until I really, really wanted it. Uncle Bob, I, like, sooo want it now. I cleaned up good after you left the shower, and I lubed and put in a plug. Look."
She turned around, knelt on the bench opposite me and hitched her skirt up to her waist. Of course, no panties. I noticed her pussy lips were wet, and there was a small dribble of cum leaking out of her sweet pink fuck-hole, still a little open and stretched from our shower session. And between her honey-brown butt cheeks, the same vibrating butt-plug that Stacey had been wearing while I ate her a little earlier. I quickly glanced around to check that no-one was watching. Shit, this could get complicated.
I knew I'd much rather explore Hannah's tight anal cherry than the Big Apple any day. I looked at Stacey. She was smiling and nodding. "And Uncle Bob, when you've fucked Hannah's ass, could you please fuck mine again. And maybe she could, like, wear a strap-on and fuck my pussy at the same time?"
Oh my God! Remember what I said about a guy being fucked to death? But there was more.
"But first, Uncle Bob, we need to go shopping. See, Hannah doesn't have anything slutty enough, and she needs to be super-slutty if she's gonna take it up the ass. I saw a shop just a block away where we could so get her some slutty outfits. Can we, like, go there now?"
So I again sat outside the changing room in a rather sleazy-looking lingerie and sex-toy place while the two girls giggled behind the curtain of the changing room. I heard a few gasps and 'ohmygods', before the curtain was pulled aside and the girls emerged, clutching a tight bundle of items.
"No peeking, Uncle Bob. We'll get these bagged up and then you can pay for them." Story of my life.
On the way back to the hotel, Hannah keep making little shrieking noises and twisting and squirming. I looked at Stacey, who had one of her 'naughty' smiles on. At my implied question, she simply said "I have the remote".
In the room, Stacey insisted that she and Hannah used the second bedroom, while I prepared the room we'd all been using on the last two nights. I could hear squeals and giggles coming from behind the closed door, so I went to the bathroom, cleaned up and made sure my balls and cock were free of hair. I cleaned my own ass out pretty thoroughly, too; not that I wanted anything up there, just that I might - if I was lucky - get rimmed. I put on a loose pair of cream silk boxers that Stacey had brought me back as a present from Italy and went back to what I was now calling 'our' bedroom.
Then I quickly checked the hidden cameras I'd set up before the girls had first arrived, and reviewed - on fast-forward - some of the footage I'd already taken of our earlier sessions to make sure it was all good. I adjusted the angle of one of the cameras to ensure we'd have a perfect view of what was about to happen. I had two 4Tb drives set up and attached to the computer, so I cleared the computer's SSD onto one of them, as I guessed I might need all of that space before I could edit anything down.
Then I heard the other door open, so I quickly turned the cameras on and lay back on the bed. Stacey and Hannah appeared through the door, and I almost came in my new boxers. Stacey had on this black body-harness set - basically a set of straps that crisscrossed her body, leaving everything important exposed - with a black leather collar, suspenders, stockings, knee-high boots and a little fluffy tail plugged into her butt. Hannah had a cream satin corset that cupped under her lovely tits and just helped them jut out a little more, with suspenders and white stockings and some strappy heels. Her hands were held behind her back by - as I soon discovered - a pair of cream leather cuffs. And she was wearing a matching cream leather collar. With a leash, being held by Stacey. My silk boxers were straining.
By the end of the bed, Stacey took up a pose, one hand on her hip and the other holding the leash up. Hannah was standing demurely, looking 'submissive', her head bowed. My eyes were drawn to the bare, milky-coffee skin of her pussy. It glistened, and there were some little trails of liquid on her upper thighs. The girl was creaming.
"Uncle Bob," Stacey said in a nonchalant tone, "I've brought you this slut for your pleasure. She says she'll let you do anything to her. Anything. Do you understand?"
Oh my God. "Sure, Stacey, I understand. But Hannah..."
"She doesn't want to be called by her name. She is simply to be referred to as 'slut'."
I moved my gaze to Hannah's face. She looked shyly at me and nodded. Shit, Stacey had done her work well.
"OK, slut, what do you want me to do to you?"
