It was a birthday treat, something I'd planned as a change from my usual encounters. Typically, my experiences leaned into the dynamics of power and pain, but this time was to be a purely pleasurable experience. Two women from Craig's List, friends, had agreed to come over to give me a birthday treat - just about the best birthday treat any man could wish for.
When they arrived, they were even more stunning than I'd imagined. Mel was tall, slim, and carried herself with a quiet elegance. Her mixed-race features were complemented by long, dark hair and a lilting Irish accent. Aisha, by contrast, was lively and talkative. She was shorter and curvier, with a strong East London accent and a quick wit. Her darker complexion added to her attractiveness, though her background was hard to place.
I welcomed them into the flat and led them to my bedroom, where I wasted no time and took my jeans off as the girls stripped down to their underwear. Although this two-on-one dynamic could have been really awkward, the atmosphere actually quickly became light and easy. Aisha broke the ice with a cheeky declaration. "I'm not going to lie," she said, slapping the front of her underwear with a loud and unmistakable sound. "You're going to see a big fat pad right there - I'm on my period." The honesty and humour of her comment caught us all off guard, and Mel and I couldn't help but laugh.
The two women began to tease each other, comparing bodies and trading compliments in a way that felt natural and genuine. Aisha playfully insisted that Mel's figure was "sexier" than hers, while Mel gave her a knowing look and tried to deflect the compliment. I stood back for a moment, taking it all in, until finally stepping in to settle their playful argument. "You're both really hot," I said, and I meant it.
From there, the attention shifted to me. Aisha, with her characteristic boldness, asked Mel, "Does he look 30 to you?" Mel gave me a quick once-over. "How old are you?" she asked. "Thirty-two," I clarified. "I think he looks younger," Mel concluded with a smile.
The women directed me to the foot of the bed, where they both sat on one of the corners. "In the middle," Mel said. I pulled my boxers shorts down, revealing my already hard cock, and climbed on the bed between them and lay back. Despite being outnumbered by the girls, I didn't feel at all self-conscious or vulnerable in this situation.
No sooner had I exposed myself to the girls than Aisha joyfully declared, "Oh my gosh, you're circumcised. I love it." They began their exploration with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Sat either side of me, they slowly stroked and explored my cock, their hands moved in tandem, teasing and testing.
As the two of them became more playful, Aisha made an unexpected comment. "You're big," she said, her tone appreciative. The words caught me off guard. No one had ever said that to me before because I'm not big at all. Unsure how to respond, I could only laugh nervously.
"And I love it because it's circumcised," she added, her grin widening. Her frankness was as disarming as ever, but before I could respond, Mel chimed in with her own assessment. "I think it's small," she said, her tone matter-of-fact but without malice, as if simply stating an observation. Aisha turned to her, eyebrows raised. "You think it's small?" she asked, her voice half-curious, half-challenging.
Mel nodded with a shrug, her fingers moving lightly as she teased my balls with her long nails. Aisha, meanwhile, had taken over, her hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes as she kept up her commentary. "Let's see your balls," she said suddenly, as though it were part of an appraisal. Mel obliged without hesitation, cupping me gently before lifting her hand in an exaggerated gesture, almost as if presenting me for inspection. Aisha leaned in, her expression shifting between curiosity and amusement as the two of them shared a conspiratorial laugh.
Aisha tilted her head curiously and asked, "How long does it take you to cum?" Her tone was casual. I hesitated for a moment, not entirely sure how to answer. "I don't know," I said honestly. "It depends, really."
Mel took over then, her hand replacing Aisha's with a smooth confidence. Her fingers moved with measured curiosity as she glanced up at me. "Did you say it's okay for us to slap it?" she asked, a playful edge creeping into her voice. I nodded, "Yeah, if you want to, you can."
She paused, her fingers still, before asking another question. "Doesn't that hurt?" she asked. "It does," I admitted with a small smile, "but I like a little bit of pain."
Her response was immediate. Without hesitation, she stopped her gentle stroking and brought her hand down with a firm slap on the underside of my cock. The sound of the smack made both girls laugh. Mel grinned, clearly enjoying herself, and slapped me again. This time, Aisha was the one to react, letting out a dramatic laugh. "Ouch! Don't do that!" she exclaimed.
"He likes it," Mel said simply, her tone playful but matter-of-fact, before giving me another quick, firm slap. Aisha turned to me and asked, "Doesn't that hurt you?" I nodded, smiling. "It does," I said, "but I like it."
Still giggling, Aisha hesitated for a moment before tentatively tapping me with her flat hand, her effort more cautious than anything. "I'm scared!" she laughed, shaking her head as she pulled her hand back quickly.
Mel rolled her eyes playfully at her friend and stepped in again, her confidence growing. This time, her hand came down harder, the motion sharp and deliberate. Aisha gasped, laughing as she exclaimed, "You're evil!" But there was no mistaking the amusement in her tone as she added, "I like watching you hit him, though. Do it again." Mel obliged with a grin, her movements growing bolder, she delivered another satisfying smack on the underside of my shaft.
Aisha resumed her slow, teasing strokes, while Mel shifted her attention back to playing with my balls. Aisha suddenly paused and tilted her head. "Are my hands cold?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
They were, but I didn't want to break the rhythm of the moment. "No, they're fine," I lied. She nodded and continued, her fingers sliding up and down my hard cock. I couldn't help but notice that, despite her earlier compliments about my size, her pinky finger stuck out delicately as she stroked, reminiscent of someone holding a teacup in a posh afternoon tea. This was a subtle but undeniable reminder my penis wasn't long enough to accommodate her full grip.
Aisha, ever candid, continued with another unexpected comment. "I'll be so honest with you," she began, her tone earnest. "A lot of white men..." She trailed off for a moment before clarifying, "I'm not discriminating or anything, but their dicks are disgusting. Yours, though - it's actually good."
Before I could respond, she continued, her voice taking on a slightly analytical tone. "First of all, they're not even circumcised, so you can't see the head properly. Some of them have tight foreskins, and a lot of them are just so short. But yours - yours is actually good. It is short," she added with a playful glance, "but it's not as bad."
Her blunt assessment left me laughing nervously, unsure of how to take it. "Well, that's good to know," I said finally. "So, it's not an ugly dick?" Both women answered "no" in unison.
Mel continued her playful rhythm, alternating between soft strokes and the occasional sharp slap. Each smack drew a reaction, and Aisha couldn't help but laugh at the sight.
After a moment, Aisha turned to Mel, her tone softening as she said, "I'm jealous of you. You are so beautiful." I felt the need to step in, sensing the genuine admiration between them. "You're both really beautiful," I said earnestly. And they were - each in their own way, both striking, and I was a lucky man to be with them.
Aisha leaned forward, her movements unhurried but deliberate. Her warm mouth engulfed my cock, sending a shiver through me. Mel's hand remained steady at the base of my shaft, holding me gently but firmly. This was one hell of a birthday treat. As Aisha withdrew, Mel seamlessly guided my cock towards her as she leaned in, her pink panties catching my eye as she took over. Her movements were slow, her lips warm as she brought her own rhythm to the moment.
They took it in turns, alternating between sucking and stroking my now slippery, wet dick. The sensations built with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. Although they'd only been sucking me for a few minutes, the slow teasing before, the slapping, and the excitement of being with two girls was too much.
It didn't take long before I felt the inevitable rising within me. "Oh no," I groaned, barely able to form the words. "I'm going to cum." Realising how quickly things had escalated, they both backed off slightly, but the momentum was unstoppable. Aisha grabbed my cock again and stroked it vigorously as I grunted and shot my load up into the air.
The release was immediate and powerful, leaving me breathless. The first burst shot upwards, landing further than I could have imagined - reaching the pillows despite my legs dangling off the bottom of the bed. The girls burst into laughter, their amusement contagious as they surveyed the aftermath. "That was so quick," Aisha teased, still giggling.
"It went everywhere!" Mel added, her tone equal parts surprise and delight. I looked around, taking in the evidence with a sheepish grin. "Yeah," I admitted, "it might be time to change the sheets."
As I collapsed back onto the bed, catching my breath, the girls continued to work my dying erection. Aisha made another comment, this time directed at her friend. "That was you, Mel - you're too good," she said, her grin widening. Mel laughed, shaking her head. "No, it was you!" she countered.
Not wanting to take sides, I intervened, my voice still tinged with the breathlessness of the moment. "I think it was a bit of both of you," I said diplomatically. Their laughter returned, the sound filling the room as we all relaxed into the shared warmth of the moment.
The girls toyed with me some more, alternating between teasing touches and light slaps. It didn't take long before I was hard once more. Mel took the lead this time, her lips enveloping my cock in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. Aisha couldn't help but interject. "Be honest," she said with a grin, her tone both curious and teasing. "She's better than me, isn't she?"
It was very exciting to be asked this question by Aisha while the girl we were talking about - her friend - had her mouth wrapped around my cock as Aisha watched. I hesitated, how could I possibly choose? They were both incredible. "No," I said finally. "I don't know. You're both really good." My response seemed to satisfy them, and they returned their attention to my cock.
As the minutes stretched on, it became clear that despite their best efforts, I might not be able to cum again. Determined to give it one last attempt, Mel adjusted her approach, her hand moving with increased urgency as she stroked my cock, pausing occasionally to spit on the head to keep the motion smooth and fluid.
Aisha, not to be outdone, shifted her focus to my balls, her warm tongue tracing deliberate patterns before she began to gently suck them into her mouth. It was a sensation I'd never experienced before, I was far more used to having my balls punished, kicked, and punched.
Mel went down on me again, taking me deeper than before, her confidence evident as she pushed her limits. A gagging sound escaped her as she deep-throated me while Aisha continued to suck my balls. The combination of their efforts was overwhelming in the best way. I lay back, fully immersed in the experience, and savoured the feeling of having two women's mouths on me at the same time.
Eventually, I admitted defeat and told the girls that despite their enthusiasm, I wasn't going to be able to cum again. "Yeah," Aisha agreed, her tone understanding but still playful. "I don't think it's going to work." She paused for a moment before adding with a grin, "But... do you want to continue wanking yourself with us watching?"
I nodded and agreed to this immediately, unable to hide my excitement. The two of them stood in front of me and helped by showing off their bodies as I gripped my cock tightly and stroked.
Aisha, always bold, cupped her breasts and gave a small shrug. "I've never given a tit wank before," she admitted casually. Looking down at her friend's breasts, Mel raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you?" she asked. Aisha nodded. "Nope. I saw it on PornHub and thought it actually looked good, but I've never actually done it." Forcing myself to look up from her boobs as she squeezed them together, I admitted, "I've never been all that into them."
I kept stroking as I took in the sight before me, as Aisha's attention shifted to Mel, her eyes roaming appreciatively. "I wish my tits were like yours, though," her fingers grazing her own chest. "My nipples are disgusting." I shook my head, "Not at all," knowing it wasn't true.
I continued stroking, my gaze moving between the two of them as I admired their bodies, but despite the incredible sight in front of me, it became clear that I wasn't going to be able to cum again. Still, the moment was far from a loss. The experience has been a memorable one, filled with sexual firsts and even unexpected laughter.
