Brunch and a Blow Job

My Mistress likes to cut her friends hair. Not as a kinky thing; she just likes giving make-overs (OK, maybe there is a bit of a domme thing going on there after all).

A while back a friend emailed her and suggested we come over to provide a hair cut for her and a blow job for her boyfriend. Her yummy, yummy boyfriend. He and I had played a bit before, and made out a few times, but never gone as far as a blow job.

My Mistress, my Miss, and I were really tired because we'd be at a play party the night before until 5 AM. We were supposed to arrive at 11 AM, but we were all still fast asleep at 10:30, so we called to say we'd be there about noon.

It's not easy to live the sexyfuntime lifestyle!

The night before I'd been all girlie, but I went to brunch in some cute boy clothes.

Our hostess provided a wonderful breakfast of yummy foods. After we ate my Mistress set up a chair to cut our hostesses hair, sitting so they could watch the action on the couch. My Miss sat at their feet to watch as well.

Her boyfriend and I were next to each other on the couch and finally his girlfriend said, "OK, let's go boys!"

So I sat on his lap and we started making out. He's so cute; I wanted to eat him up! Oh, and I was about t0!

We kissed and kissed and kissed. Hot, deep, passionate, boy-on-boy kisses.

I could feel him getting hard and wanting more through his pants. So I pulled them down and started rubbing his cock. Mmmmm.

Somehow my Mistress was able to concentrate on cutting hair while also watching us. She is a multitasker!

There was a brief pause while my Miss tried to find us some condoms. You'd think with five kinky people in the room we'd have been able to whip one out quicker. But we found their stash, and some flavored lube.

I got on my knees, between his legs, right where I belonged. I lubed up his cock and stroked him slowly. He was hard and throbbing. I looked up; he was smiling down at me, his twitching cock in my hand.

I slipped the condom on and leaned down to suck. His cock. In my mouth. So hard between my lips. And yet, cocks aren't hard like steel; they aren't wood. They are hard with a soft, warm, spongy, muscly, cockishness that is hard to resist.

So hard to keep from the back of my throat.

I slid my mouth down, all the way, feeling his hardness on the back of my throat. Bobbing on his cock, gagging a bit, drooling a bit. My eyes were tearing up.

God, it was so good.

I looked over at my Mistress, my Miss, and our hostess staring at us. I'm not sure which turned on more, the cock rubbing against the top of my throat, or having three hot women watching.

Eventually he leaned down and pulled me off. I sat on the couch and pulled down my pants. He lubed up my cock and knelt between my legs as he stroked me.

I leaned back and moaned as he rubbed my hardness. God it was so wonderful; throbbing between his hands.

I hadn't cum in a few days. God I was so horny. He was smiling up at me, so excited to be jerking me off. Wow.

I started begging to cum. My Mistress teased that I wouldn't be cumming today. My Miss thought it amusing and hot to have me begging in front of our friends.

It was embarrassing.

And so hot.

I'm not exactly sure how I was able to hold off while begging and being stroked, but I managed it. And then she said I could. And then I did.

Over and over and over.

Wow.

So much cum, pumping out onto my belly.

Wow.

So wonderful.

Such good friends.

Such a great brunch.