Word Gets Around

Story:
It started with a message that caught me off guard — but in the best way possible.

"Hey, hope you don’t mind me reaching out. My friend and I saw your profile, and we’ve heard some… very impressive things about you. We’re wondering if you’d be interested in a little private get-together — just the three of us."

It was signed by Tasha, but she made it clear her friend Megan would be joining us too. Apparently, my "reputation" had travelled through the right circles — the kind of whispers that get passed around when someone leaves a lasting impression between the sheets. They were curious, excited… and hungry to find out if the rumors were true.

The anticipation was a slow burn as I arrived at Tasha’s apartment, nerves mixing with the throbbing heat already building in my jeans. The door swung open, and there they were — Tasha, petite with mischievous eyes, and Megan, taller with curves that made my mouth water. Both dressed to tease, tight dresses clinging to every inch, already sizing me up like a piece of meat they were about to devour.

"We’ve been dying to see this equipment we’ve heard so much about," Tasha said with a grin, her hand sliding boldly over my crotch the moment the door closed behind me.

Megan leaned in close, whispering in my ear, "I hope you live up to the hype. We’re ready to find out."

They didn’t waste time. Clothes peeled off one by one, hands exploring, mouths tasting. Tasha knelt first, her eyes widening as I freed myself, fingers curling around my length. "Fuck, they weren’t exaggerating," she muttered, before her lips closed around me, tongue swirling, taking me deeper inch by inch.

Megan’s hand joined hers, stroking me slow and firm while her mouth found my neck, her body pressing against mine. "We’re gonna have so much fun with this," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

They took turns, trading kisses and teasing touches, both clearly eager to see how much of me they could handle. Tasha rode me first, her body tight around me, moaning my name as Megan straddled my face, her thighs trembling as my tongue worked her.

They played off each other, pushing me, daring me to keep up with their filthy requests — swapping positions, double-teaming me with mouths and hands until my head spun. Tasha’s fingers traced my length as Megan’s tongue teased the tip, their eyes locked on mine as they shared me completely.

By the time we collapsed into a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs, they were breathless and grinning, both thoroughly satisfied — and already planning round two.

"You’ve got a fan club now," Megan said, her fingers lazily tracing over my chest.
"And we’re definitely spreading the word," Tasha added with a wicked smile.