Time pirate 3, p.28
Time Pirate 3, page 28
Luckily, Joan dealt with that while Emily’s tongue explored my mouth. I felt Joan shuffle down my lap and tug at my buttons, and after I lifted my hips to make it easier for her, she pulled my pants and my underwear down until they bunched at my ankles, all the while I kept my mouth attached to Emily’s. Once Joan had removed the clothes on my lower half, I felt her small hand wrap around my erection.
I let out a moan of pleasure that finally broke up the make-out session with Emily. The blonde woman grinned down at me before she slid off the couch and joined Joan, and then both women took turns stroking my hard cock while kneeling before me.
“God, it’s so beautiful,” Joan murmured as she eyed my erection hungrily.
“And so big,” Emily said in an awed voice. “Truly, I never knew they could be this big.”
“Mmm, I want to feel it inside me,” Joan purred.
“I want to lick it,” Emily giggled before she took my dick out of Joan’s hand and slid her tongue down it.
“Fuuuuck,” I breathed.
“Oh, I think he likes that,” Joan said in a playfully teasing tone.
“Goddamn right I do,” I said as Emily popped the tip in her mouth.
I reacted with another pleasure-filled moan while Joan gently cupped my balls and squeezed.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Emily hummed with my cock still in her mouth. The vibrations sent a tingle up my spine, and my erection pulsed harder.
“One of you needs to get on top of it, like now,” I said through gritted teeth.
“I volunteer as tribute!” Joan declared as she stood up quickly.
Emily backed away as Joan hiked up her dress, pulled off her panties, and tossed them to the side. Then she climbed up on the couch and straddled me again.
“Here, let me--” I began as I reached for Joan’s side to unzip her dress, but she batted my hands away.
“I can’t wait, I need it,” she breathed before she lowered herself down on my cock, and I slid into her dripping wet pussy easily.
The beautiful brunette woman threw her head back and let out a cry of pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growled as I grabbed her narrow waist and pulled her down on top of me harder. “Ride me.”
“You feel so good inside me,” Joan gasped as she started to rock her hips back and forth.
“You’re so wet for me,” I said, and I lifted my hips in motion with hers as her silky wet pussy gripped my rod expertly.
“Heavens, you two look incredible,” Emily said.
I almost hadn’t noticed that the blonde woman had climbed up to the other end of the couch. She leaned against the arm of the couch and watched us with her legs spread wide.
“Take your dress off,” I instructed Emily.
“Yes, sir,” the blonde breathed, and she quickly stood and stripped her bouncy red dress off until it fell to the floor. Then she stripped off her matching bra and panties. Her big, round tits bounced as she moved, and her pink nipples stood out hard against her porcelain skin.
“Back where you were,” I said with a grin while Joan continued to ride me like a horse.
Emily whimpered with pleasure at being told what to do. She resumed her position leaning against the arm of the couch and watched us with her legs spread open, and I could see her gaping pink pussy that was already dripping with excitement.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded.
The blonde woman let out another moan as she stretched her hand down to her own womanhood, and she slid a finger into her pussy while she watched Joan ride me. Then the brunette leaned down, and her lips grazed my ear.
“You’re so sexy when you give orders,” Joan whispered, and her warm breath sent another shiver down my spine.
“You’re always sexy,” I growled. “Especially when you’re riding my cock.”
“Unnnh!” Joan gasped, and she suddenly grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and started grinding against me harder than ever. “Say it again.”
“You’re so sexy when you ride my cock,” I repeated as I grabbed her hips and moved with the motion of them. “I want you to cum all over it. I want to watch your beautiful face while you cum.”
“Ohhh, F-F-Frankie,” Joan stammered as her whole body tightened, and I knew her orgasm was close.
“Cum for me, sexy,” I coaxed as my cock grew even harder at the sounds of her pleasure.
Her pussy gushed out juices while she screamed in joy. She threw her head back, and I reached one hand up to rip the neckline of her dress down. I heard the fabric tear as her pert tits spilled out of the dress, and they bounced in rhythm with Joan as her orgasm rocked her whole body.
I grabbed one of her tits, and she leaned into my grasp as she continued to gasp.
“I c-c-can’t stop c-cumminggg,” she moaned.
“Good,” I growled. I squeezed her tit tighter, and with my other hand, I pulled her down over my cock even harder. “Keep cumming.”
“Uughh,” Joan let out a guttural growl as her body bucked with the shockwaves of her multiple orgasms.
“Oh, my god!” Emily gasped. She crawled on her knees over to the other side of the couch, and then she craned her neck up and started sucking on Joan’s other nipple while the brunette continued to cum.
“Joan, you’re so beautiful when you cum,” I said as I worked her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!” Joan cried out, and then she suddenly lifted her hips and screamed as a stream of liquid poured out of her pussy.
I was drenched in her squirting orgasm, but it was one of the hottest things that had ever happened to me, so I couldn’t care less. Her whole body continued to shake as she collapsed onto my chest, and I could feel her heart pounding against my sternum.
“That was incredible,” Emily whispered as she leaned back and started touching herself again.
“You’re telling me,” Joan murmured against my chest. “I’ve never squirted before, and… just… oh, my god.”
“Hot as fuck,” I said as I pulled the sexy woman tighter against my chest.
“I’ve had my fun, now it’s your turn,” Joan said as she pushed herself off me. “We’re supposed to be thanking you here.”
“Trust me, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” I said with a grin. “That’s a pretty good thanks.”
“Well, we’re still not done yet,” Joan said, and she jerked her head at Emily, who was still playing with herself as she watched us.
“True,” I said as Joan climbed off me, and I quickly stripped off my shirt so I was fully naked. Then I crawled across the couch, took Emily’s legs in my hands, and grinned up at the blonde woman. “I need to taste you.”
“Heavens, yes,” Emily breathed.
“Mmmmm.” I lowered my head down into the blonde woman’s fragrant womanhood. I breathed in the tantalizing scent of her eager pussy, and she raked her fingers through my hair as I pushed my face into her. I slid my hands up and peeled her delicate lips apart, and then I plunged a finger into her satiny pink pocket.
“Oh, goodness,” Emily gasped.
I gently pumped the finger in and out of her as my tongue sought out her rock-hard clitoris. I flicked my tongue across her clit, and her thighs shook around my ears. The world darkened around me, and I was suddenly completely focused on eating my gorgeous girlfriend out.
I slid another finger inside of her and pumped them harder while I went to town on her clit. I gently nibbled and sucked, then licked and caressed, then sucked some more. Emily bucked wildly, and she cried out in pleasure the whole time. I felt her nails dig into my back and my shoulder, then she’d tug at my hair, then pound her fist against my shoulder, then back to scratching. At some point, Joan started to stroke my cock from the side, which stayed hard from the sexy blonde woman writhing in front of me.
“Francis,” she breathed. “Francis. Francis. I’m there.”
“Unnnnhh,” I hummed, which was all I could manage with my tongue still working her clit.
The walls of her womanly cavern tightened around my fingers, and I felt the juices of pleasure gush as she pushed my head harder against her clit.
“Yesssssss!” Emily cried out as her orgasm finally broke.
I kept licking her sensitive clit as her body twitched, and she mewled gently. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I lifted myself up and plunged my cock deep inside her still-gushing pussy.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my own orgasm threatened to explode inside her.
“I want to see it, baby,” Joan whispered in my ear, and she stroked the back of my neck while I pumped in and out of Emily.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Emily whimpered as her tits bounced wildly with each thrust.
“You two are so fucking sexy,” I grunted.
“Cum for us,” Joan coaxed. “I want to see my man’s cum.”
“Oh, fuuuuuckkkkk.”
I pulled out just as my pearly-white semen exploded from the tip of my dick. I pumped buckets of cum all over Emily’s toned stomach, and both women cried out in joy. Then Joan reached out and stroked my cock to make sure every last drop of cum came out.
“So hot,” Joan said once I’d been drained.
“That was incredible,” I panted. I was still catching my breath, but I leaned over and kissed Joan. I started to bend down to kiss Emily, but the cum started to drip off her belly, and we all laughed. “Guess we should clean that up before we make even more of a mess.”
“I’ll grab a towel.” Joan hurried out of the living room, and she was back a moment later with a towel.
Once we cleaned up, we all showered and finally fell into bed.
“Tonight was incredible,” Joan murmured as she snuggled into my side.
“It truly was,” Emily agreed as she curled into my other side.
“And I’m so happy I experienced it with you two,” I said as my eyelids floated shut. “I love you both.”
“Love you, Frankie,” Joan murmured.
“I love you,” Emily whispered before the three of us drifted into a heavy sleep.
The next morning, I woke up before the girls and got started on breakfast. It was my last day of freedom, I had to work first thing in the morning, and Joan had to be back at work, too. So, I figured we’d have some food, grab our stuff, and head up the road.
As I waited for the oil in the pan to heat up, I reflected on what a crazy week it had been. Images from last night’s sex session sprang to mind, and I let them play out like a movie for a couple moments. Then I shook my head and brought myself back to reality.
I still had a job at the museum, even if I had gotten rid of my boss. It was still too soon to quit with my newfound riches, so I had to stick that out a while longer. But I did have the signed Fitzgerald book, and Poe’s signed work, too, and I was excited at the prospect of those being Timeless Artifact’s first high value sale items. I also had the other trinkets I’d lifted from the party guests last night, so I’d have to get them appraised, too.
Then my mind wandered to the party. The fight between Harold and Walter. The mysterious name and address Harold left behind. My promise to Joan that we’d go to New York City and find out what happened to Harold after he left his family that night. All while trying to get the LLC up and running.
I also had to face the harsh reality that the Russians would be back. Even if I’d gotten rid of Petrov, I knew Vadim Oleg wasn’t going to give up that easily, so I still needed to keep the women safe from them and keep the time traveling pocket watch far out of his reach.
I chuckled to myself as I realized this was probably going to be my life for a while. As long as I had something as powerful as the time traveling pocket watch, I had a feeling that trouble was always going to find me.
With great power comes great responsibility, after all.
Joan came down to the kitchen first, and she padded across the room to give me a kiss.
“Do we really have to go back to DC today?” she sighed over her mug of coffee.
“Remember when you didn’t even want to stay here in the first place?” I said with a grin as I gestured around the guest house.
“Ehh, I’m still not crazy about staying with my family,” the brunette replied. “But as long as you’re here, it makes it bearable.”
“Morning,” Emily announced as she came into the room. She started walking toward the island, but she winced with every step. “Ooh, I’m still tender from last night.”
“Yeahh, Frankie will do that to you,” Joan giggled.
“Sorry, babe,” I said, and I gave the blonde woman a kiss before I handed her a mug of coffee.
“Well worth it,” Emily replied with a wink as she took the mug.
“Good.” I chuckled and served up some eggs and bacon for everyone. We chatted about last night’s events while we ate, and Joan gave Emily a more detailed explanation about communism and why Harold left.
“Wow,” Emily said as she shook her head. Then she reached across the table to grab my hand and squeeze it. “Promise me when we have kids, you won’t ever lay a finger on them.”
“Of course not, I would never--” I began in shock, but then I stopped and grinned. “Wait, ‘when’ we have kids?”
“That’s right,” Emily said as she gave me a look. “Did you think we weren’t having kids?”
“Not at all, I just didn’t want to presume.”
“I didn’t travel two hundred odd years into the future to not carry your baby one day,” Emily said with a grin.
“Okay, well, I didn’t actually travel two hundred years into the future,” Joan added. “But I still want to carry your baby.”
“Relax, I’ll put a baby in both of you,” I laughed. “Once we get the Russians off our back and our LLC set up.”
“Deal,” Joan giggled.
“I guess I can wait,” Emily said with an exaggerated eye roll, but then her face cracked into a smile.
My phone started ringing, so I put my mug down and reached for it. It was an Unknown Number, but I had a feeling I’d want to take this one.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey, you,” Flora said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “Are you free for a quick chat?”
“Sure, what’s up?” I asked.
I mouthed ‘Flora’ to the curious women, and they nodded and went back to their breakfasts.
“All the paperwork has gone through, and the building is officially yours,” Flora said excitedly.
“That’s great,” I said as a smile came across my face. I pictured the beautiful Dutch woman smiling in her office, and then I pictured her long, toned legs swinging over her bicycle, but I shook the image out of my head. “Thanks so much for all your help.”
“My pleasure,” Flora said. “Are you around today? I can drop the keys off or you can pick them up? Or tomorrow.”
“Um, we’re about to head into DC soon, so we could swing by and pick them up?”
I looked to Joan and Emily as I asked the question, and they nodded in agreement.
“Sure, that works,” Flora replied.
“Great, let’s say about three PM?” I asked.
“Can’t wait,” Flora said fondly, and then she disconnected the call.
“We have our location for Timeless Artifacts?” Emily asked as her blue eyes glinted with excitement.
“Sure do,” I said with a grin. “I can’t wait for you two to see it.”
The women and I finished up our food, and then we cleaned the kitchen up before we packed our bags. Once we were ready to leave, we stopped by the main house to say goodbye to Joan’s family, but one of the hired help told us they were out for the day.
“Ah, well, we tried,” Joan said with a shrug, and she headed toward the Corolla.
“We might be back anyway, depending on what we find out about Harold,” I said as Emily and I followed Joan to the car.
“Maybe.” Joan shrugged again.
We piled into the car, and we finally headed out of Richmond and back to DC together. Emily quickly fell asleep in the back seat, and Joan was in charge of music. The drive went much faster with them here, even if Emily didn’t wake up until we arrived in DC. Flora called on the way and told us she’d meet us right at the property with the keys, so I drove to our recently purchased storefront.
“It’s so cute!” Joan clapped with excitement as I pulled up to the curb in front of the shop.
“I know,” I said, but my eyes were on Flora, who was leaning against the brick wall waiting for us.
The Dutch woman’s face lit up when she saw us, and she waved enthusiastically as we exited the car. As we approached her, she tossed me a set of keys, then reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of champagne.
“For you all,” Flora declared as she handed the bottle to Joan. “As a congratulations. For your new, totally above-board business.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Joan accepted the bottle, and she gave Flora a big hug.
Emily also stepped up to give Flora a hug, and then Flora turned to me. I smiled wide as I pulled her in for a hug and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Couldn’t have done it without you,” I said.
“Well, you could have, but I did it better,” Flora said with a cheeky smile.
“I believe that,” I laughed before I turned to Emily and Joan and lifted the keys. “You ready?”
“Yay!” the women chorused excitedly.
I slid the key into the lock and opened the door, but I stood back to let Emily and Joan enter first. They gasped and ran into the shop, and then I motioned for Flora to join us.
“I wish I could, but I really have to get going,” Flora said with a forlorn look through the window. “I have to meet with another client, but you guys are so much more fun.”
“Well, you’ll have to come back soon,” I said with a flirty grin. “Help us drink that champagne.”
“I’d love to,” Flora said, and she reached up on her tiptoes and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Tell the girls I said goodbye, and I hope to see them soon.”
“Will do,” I said.
I waved to Flora as she took off down the street to get her bike, and when I turned back into the shop, Emily and Joan were watching me with big smiles on their faces.
