Steel and Velvet

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters or places within, that dubious pleasure lies with Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

STEEL AND VELVET

Willow shuddered against her fingers as she came, her free hand grabbing Oz’s leg tighter to stop her falling forward. “Ahh, yes, yess.” She whimpered as the orgasm took her fully.

Looking up at her two lovers, she smiled as she extracted her fingers and started to suck on them, tasting her own juices greedily. She’d never known that Oz and Tara had wanted just to watch her masturbate as she knelt down in front of them.

Willow stood up, a little shake-y, and then her and Tara looked at Oz deviously. Tara had already had her turn with Willow who had been worked by Tara’s tongue while Oz was fucking her pussy. But Tara and Willow had discussed this many times, hoping there’d be a day when Oz finally agreed to let them fulfil one fantasy with him, in turn letting him, and the other woman, fulfil one of their fantasies.

“Get on the bed please Oz,” Willow said, clasping one of his hands in hers and leading him over to where the bed was. While she was doing this Tara turned to a table her and Willow had set up earlier and grabbed a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs.

Oz clambered onto the bed and lay down on his back. His eyes watched the two women as he filled with anticipation, curious as to what the two women he loved more than anything had in store for him. His cock betrayed his excitement.

As Tara approached the bed, Willow lifted Oz’s arms above the bed and put his hands through the railings on the headboard. Tara knelt down and put the handcuffs on him tightly, then let her tongue slip round his wrists where the metal contacted the skin. Willow took the blindfold from Tara and climbed over Oz, straddling his chest.

“Can you lift your head up please?” She requested of Oz. When he did, she put the blindfold over his eyes, making sure it wouldn’t slip off.

“Tara and I have wanted to do this for a while,” Willow explained. “We’re going to take turns fucking you, but not tell you who it is at any time. The other one will be free to do whatever she wants to you.”

Oz grinned at the thought. He felt he knew both of them well enough to know which one would be pleasuring him at any time. But not being able to see would be a test of that, to be sure. His cock rose sharply and Tara, who was now standing at the side of the bed, took him in her hand and slowly drew her hand down the length of his shaft.

Willow climbed off the bed while Tara positioned herself between Oz’s legs, her hand still working him, and moved her other hand to his ball sack and started nipping. This elicited a small moan from Oz and his cock twitched slightly in pleasure.

Tara looked up at Willow and smiled, waiting till she was kneeling down at the side of the bed, her mouth hovering over Oz’s. Then she took him into her mouth as Willow kissed him deeply, swallowing his moan. Tara took his shaft as far into her mouth as she could, swirling her tongue round it as she did, and worked what she couldn’t reach with her mouth with her hand.

Oz was in sensory overload, wanting his hands free so he could pull both heads onto him deeper, wanting the blindfold off to see who was sucking and who was kissing. He’d been wrong about the knowing, he thought to himself wryly.

Willow drew back from the kiss, sucking on Oz’s bottom lip a little as she pulled away, and smiled as his mouth chased her a little of the way. She moved down to where Tara was still working him with her mouth and knelt down beside the bed again, slipping her hand underneath him, Willow caressed his ass while Tara bobbed her head faster, then suddenly, she stopped and exposed his cock to the air again.

They could both see the look of disappointment on his face, but continued what they were doing, hoping that he’d enjoy what they were going to do next. Tara knelt on the bed between Oz’s legs, put her hands on his hips and lifted him off of the bed. As she did so Willow clambered back onto the bed, and facing Tara straddled Oz’s chest again, then placed her hands underneath Oz’s ass.

Tara gently put Oz back down onto Willow’s waiting hands, then moved nearer to him, taking his cock in her hand again as she prepared to encapsulate it within her. Willow was gently swirling her index finger around Oz’s anus as Tara slid down onto him causing a slight gasp of surprise to escape from Oz’s lips.

Willow slowly extended her index finger into Oz’s ass as Tara engulfed him, knowing that this would be when he was most relaxed and would allow for the easiest entry for her finger. The two girls smiled at each other hoping Oz was finding this as pleasurable as they were. Then as Tara was raising her self up and down on Oz and Willow worked her finger into him, Tara grabbed Willow’s head and brought her mouth to her breasts, wanting them to be sucked while she fucked Oz.

Tara moaned as Willow flicked her tongue at her nipples and Oz pressed himself into her, his thrusts becoming slightly frantic, responding to her clenching his cock inside her as well as Willow’s finger in his ass. Willow worked her free hand from underneath Oz, bringing it up to her clit and stroking it with her fingers, slowly at first, letting herself get wet before inserting one of her fingers into her, then a second.

Oz could feel a finger in his ass, working him, heightening the pleasure he was feeling in his cock. He moaned incoherently as his girls worked him from both sides. He tried to push himself as deeply as he could onto the finger beneath him while pushing himself as far into the pussy above him as he could as well.

Tara moaned as Oz’s cock continued to hit the right places inside of her, her breasts heaved as she tried to get air into her lungs. Willow moved her mouth up to Tara’s kissing her lightly, slowly rolling her tongue over Tara’s, gently letting their lips meet.

All three of them were close to orgasm now, Oz falling first. The feeling of hot cum flowing into her sent Tara over the edge moaning wildly into Willows mouth. That sent Willow over the edge, shuddering into her fingers wildly, feeling herself push down onto them as Oz pushed himself up into Tara, heightening the sensations for her, allowing her to imagine it was Oz inside of her rather than her own fingers.

Tara and Willow collapsed onto the bed on either side of Oz, each running a hand over his chest with contentment; all three were satisfied by the event, which had just taken place. It was Oz’s voice which brought them both back to reality.

“So who’s got the key?”

The End