By: deanskunk
PART 1
This was the most adult moment of his life. It took until he was 30 but Luke finally saved enough and bought a house in a quiet suburban neighborhood.
This was his first time living completely on his own, no more roommates, leases, and no more rules. The house was cozy and well-maintained, with a small but inviting front yard and a two-car garage. He was thrilled about this new chapter in his life and eager to explore the town and meet his new neighbors.
It was an extra hot summer day on the day of the move and Luke arrived early in the morning to start unpacking the boxes and getting everything set up. As things started being put in place he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. While unpacking boxes in his kitchen he heard a knock at the front door. Curious to see who it could be, he went to open it and was greeted by the sight of two incredibly beautiful and sexy young women standing on his doorstep. Judging by their appearance they were probably around 20 years old.
The two women stood confidently at Luke’s doorstep, their long hair cascading over their shoulders and down their backs in straight, lustrous flows. Emma's auburn locks shimmered in the afternoon sun, while Celia's blonde tresses seemed to glow with a golden hue. Both wore tight, low-cut sundresses that clung to their slender, athletic curves and hugged their shapely hips and round asses snugly.
Emma spoke up first, her green eyes locked onto Luke’s with a piercing, almost demanding gaze, “Hey there, handsome. Welcome to the neighborhood.” She leaned forward slightly, giving him a generous view of her ample, firm cleavage. “I'm Emma, and this is my little sister Celia. We live next door and wanted to come by to introduce ourselves and welcome you properly.” Her voice had a slight Southern drawl, sweet as honey yet laced with a provocative undercurrent.
Celia mirrored her sister's confidence, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she too leaned forward, her blonde tresses falling like a curtain around her face. The neckline of her sundress dipped even lower than Emma's, revealing the tantalizing swell of her breasts. “Yeah, we thought you could use some help getting settled in,” she purred, her voice just as alluring and Southern as her sister's. “Maybe we could come in and, um, assist you with anything you need.” Her tongue darted out to wet her plump, glossy lips, and she raised one perfectly arched eyebrow at you, a silent challenge.
The two sisters stood there, hips cocked, breasts thrust out, and eyes blazing with bold, unabashed interest. The air between you was charged with a palpable, electric tension, and it was clear that their welcome was more than just neighborly. They seemed to be making a move, or rather, a challenge, right from the start.
Luke, feeling generous and wanting to be a good neighbor, invited them inside with a warm smile. “Come on in, ladies. I'd love for you to see the place.”
Emma and Celia exchanged a glance, then brushed past Luke, their hips grazing against him as they entered the house. Celia made her way to the living room, while Emma paused and ran a finger along the wall, tracing the frame of a picture Luke had just hung. “Mmm, I love what you've done with the place,” she purred, before sauntering into the living room to join her sister. Both girls kicked off their sandals.
Celia had already made herself at home on the couch. She took the only spot not occupied by boxes as she crossed her long, tanned legs and leaning back into the cushions. As Emma entered, Celia smirked. “I called dibs on the couch,” she declared, before turning to Luke. “So, what do you have to drink around here, handsome?”
Emma rolled her eyes but didn't miss a beat. “I'll have a vodka tonic, extra lime. Celia, you'll have to wait your turn,” she teased, before turning to Luke with a demanding look. “Aren't you going to offer us something to drink, neighbor?”
Without waiting for a response, Emma lifted her feet and used it to shove one of Luke's boxes of clothes off the couch and onto the floor. She sat in the newly open cushion and propped her feet up on the fallen box, leaning back and getting comfortable. “You know, it's only polite to offer drinks to your guests,” she reminded Luke, pointedly ignoring the mess she'd just made of his belongings.
Celia watched this exchange with a smirk, enjoying the power play between her sister and their new neighbor. “Just ignore her, she's always been a demanding bitch,” Celia said with a giggle, before adding, “I'll have a whiskey. And then maybe you can show us around...” Her eyes raked over Luke's body suggestively, making it clear that her interest was more than just in the house.
Luke scratched the back of his neck, feeling a bit flustered at the sisters' demanding attitudes. “Well, I'm sorry ladies, but I haven't had a chance to go grocery shopping yet. I don't have any alcohol or really anything to offer you to drink at the moment,” he explained apologetically.
Emma's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, and she crossed her arms over her chest, inadvertently pushing her breasts up and together. “What do you mean you don't have anything to drink? It's rude to invite people over without having something to offer them,” she snapped, her sweet Southern drawl turning sharp and impatient. “Don't you know anything about being a good host?”
Celia snickered at her sister's outburst, before turning her attention back to Luke with a pouty glare. “Seriously, babe? You couldn't at least have some beer or something? It's not like we're asking for caviar here,”she complained.
Emma glared at Luke for a moment before a diabolic smirk spread across her face. “Fine, if you can't give us what we want to drink, maybe there's something else you can do for us,” she purred, wiggling her toes on the box she'd shoved onto the floor. “My feet get so tired after a long day, and a nice foot rub would be a good start. Don't you think, Celia?”
Celia grinned, catching on to her sister's suggestion. “Mmm, I do love a good foot rub,” she agreed, extending one foot towards Luke and flexing her toes. “Think you're up for the task?” She eyed him with a challenging smirk, daring him to refuse their less-than-subtle demand.
Luke held up his hands in a placating gesture, trying to reason with the demanding sisters. “Now ladies, I know you're my new neighbors and I want to be friendly, but I really don't have anything to offer you to drink right now,” he explained patiently. “And I'm still in the process of unpacking and getting settled in. Maybe we could catch up another time when I'm more prepared?”
Emma scoffed, her green eyes flashing with annoyance. “Another time? I don't think so. You invited us in, so you need to take responsibility for being a good host,” she declared firmly, before pointing to the floor in front of her. “Now, I suggest you get on your knees and put those hands to good use. My feet are killing me after walking around all day in this heat.”
Celia snorted, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Yeah, and mine too. It's been so hot out, and these sandals don't have much support,” she added, pushing her own feet towards Luke, the pungent scent of sweaty, unwashed toes wafting up. “I think a foot rub is the least you can do, considering you don't have anything else to offer us.”
The sisters exchanged smug, challenging smirks, enjoying the power they held over the new neighbor. They had no intention of taking no for an answer, and were determined to get what they wanted one way or another. The air in the room grew thick with tension and the musky scent of their feet as they waited for Luke to comply with their request.
With a sigh of resignation, Luke knelt down in front of Emma, the hardwood floor digging into his knees. He reached out and tentatively took her foot in his hands, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. The aroma of her unwashed foot was intense up close, a pungent mix of sweat and something almost cheesy.
He tried not to wrinkle his nose as he began to massage her sole, working his thumbs into the arch. Emma let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back further into the couch cushions. “Mmm, that's it. Use your thumbs more, I like a firm touch,” she instructed, guiding Luke's hands with her own. “And don't neglect my toes, make sure to get in between each one. I want to feel those strong hands all over my foot.”
As Luke massaged her foot, Emma lifted her other foot and pressed the sole firmly against his face. The scent was even stronger up close, almost overwhelming, and Luke could feel the dampness of her sweat against his skin. He tried to breathe through his mouth as he continued rubbing Emma's foot, kneading the ball and then each toe individually, just as she'd demanded.
Satisfied with his efforts on her first foot, Emma wiggled her toes against Luke's face. “Now the other one,” she ordered, pulling her foot away just long enough for Luke to switch hands before pressing her other, equally sweaty sole against his nose and mouth. “Don't forget to get between the toes on this one too. Also I’d like a little tongue action this time when I put my feet on your face.”
Celia watched the spectacle with an amused smirk, enjoying seeing their new neighbor being put in his place.
Luke hesitated for a moment with the pungent, salty scent of her sweat filling his nostrils. He could see the smug, expectant look on her face as she waited for him to comply with her demand. With a grimace, he stuck out his tongue and gave her foot a tentative lick, shuddering slightly at the intense, slightly bitter taste of her sweat.
Emma let out a low, pleased moan as Luke's tongue dragged over her sole.”Mmm, yes, just like that,” she purred, pressing her foot more firmly against his face. “Get it nice and wet, I want to feel that tongue sliding between my toes. Make sure to spend extra time there.”
As Luke reluctantly obeyed, running his tongue along the length of Emma's foot and pushing it between her toes, he continued to massage her other foot with his hands. He could feel the tough skin of her heel and the soft, pliant pads of her toes as he worked them over. The taste of her sweat was strong and pungent on his tongue, and he had to focus on his breathing to keep from gagging.
Celia watched with a wicked grin, enjoying seeing their new neighbor being forced to put his mouth on her sister's sweaty feet. “Look at you, being such a good little neighbor already,” she teased, reaching down to run a finger along Luke's jawline. “I think our new neighbor is going to fit in just fine here. Don't you, sis?”
Emma just smirked, too focused on the feeling of Luke's tongue and fingers on her feet to respond. She wiggled her toes against his face, pushing more of her salty essence past his lips. “Keep going. I want to feel that tongue all over my toes. Don't stop until they're shining with your spit,” she demanded, a note of cruel amusement in her voice.
After fifteen agonizing minutes of licking and slurping at Emma's salty, sweat-soaked feet, Luke finally finished his task. Emma withdrew her foot from his face with a satisfied smirk, a strand of his saliva connecting his lip to her toe for a moment before snapping and dripping down. “Mmm, good boy,” she praised condescendingly, before standing up from the couch. "We’re going to have to do this again sometime."
As Emma stepped away, Celia immediately scooted over and took her place, pushing her feet towards Luke's face. Emma took the newly open spot and sat down. The scent that assaulted his nostrils was even more pungent and overwhelming than her sister's. It was clear that Celia's feet haven’t been cleaned in a while. “My turn,” Celia declared, a wicked grin on her face. “Let's see how you handle mine.”
Luke swallowed hard, trying to ready himself for the task ahead. He reached out and took Celia's foot in his hands, feeling the scorching heat radiating off her skin. As he began to massage her sole, he couldn't help but inhale deeply, the ripe, cheesy aroma of her foot filling his lungs.
Just as Emma had, Celia pressed her other foot against Luke's face, smearing the pungent sweat across his cheeks and nose. “Get to work,” she commanded, her voice laced with cruel amusement. “I want to feel that tongue everywhere, don't miss a spot. And don't forget, you have to lick up every drop of sweat on my other foot when you're done.”
Surrendering to her demand, Luke opened his mouth and began to run his tongue along the length of Celia's foot, shuddering at the intense, almost eye-watering flavor of her sweat. He could taste the salt and something more, a deep, heady musk that coated his tongue and the inside of his mouth. As he licked and slurped, he massaged her other foot with earnest, kneading her skin and wriggling his fingers between her toes.
Celia let out a low moan, a evil smirk playing on her lips. “That's it, neighbor. Worship my dirty feet like a good boy,” she purred, grinding her heel against his face. “I think he’s really going to enjoy being our neighbor. Don't you sis?”
After twenty grueling minutes of tongue bathing and rubbing Celia's stinky, unwashed feet, Luke finally finished his task. He sat back, his face flushed and his breath coming in ragged pants from the intense, pungent aroma that had filled his nostrils. His jaw ached from the prolonged licking and sucking, and he could taste the salty, slightly sour flavor of Celia's sweat lingering on his tongue.
As Luke caught his breath, Emma and Celia stood up from the couch, their sundresses riding up to reveal even more of their thick, toned thighs. They looked down at Luke with smug, self-satisfied smirks, enjoying the sight of him disheveled and out of sorts from their demands.
“Well, this was a lovely introduction to our new neighbor,” Emma said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “We're really looking forward to getting to know you better. Oh how rude we didn’t even get your name.”
Luke quietly lets them know his name. Celia giggled, reaching out to pat Luke's cheek condescendingly. “Oh yes, you'll be seeing a lot more of us. We have a feeling you're going to be a very...accommodating neighbor Luke,” she added with a wicked wink.
The sisters exchanged a meaningful glance before turning their attention back to Luke, their eyes glinting with mischief and dark promise. In unison, they turned and bent at the waist, presenting their shapely, round asses to him. Their attire rode up even further, exposing the lacy edges of their panties and the smooth, taut skin of their ass cheeks.
“Goodnight, Luke,” they said in tandem, looking back at him over their shoulders. “Don't forget to give us a kiss goodbye,” Emma added, punctuating her words with a sharp smack to her own ass, the sound echoing in the room.
Luke's eyes widened at the blatant, crude demand. He knew they wouldn't take no for an answer, and he could already feel his resolve crumbling under their intense, expectant stares. With a deep breath, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the soft, supple flesh of Emma's ass, kissing her firmly before moving to do the same to Celia, sealing his fate as their willing servant and plaything.
With the last of Luke's resistance shattered and his dignity stripped away, Emma and Celia turned to leave, their hips swaying and their asses bouncing with each step. They paused at the door to blow him mocking kisses, their eyes filled with cruel amusement and the promise of more to come.
Luke remained kneeling on the hardwood floor, his mind reeling and his body exhausted from the intense, degrading ordeal. He watched as the sisters disappeared through the door, the click of it shutting behind them echoing like a gunshot in the sudden silence of his new house. The pungent, lingering scent of their unwashed feet and the taste of sweat coating his tongue served as cruel reminders of what had transpired.
Too mentally and physically drained to contemplate finishing the unpacking he had begun that morning with such optimism, Luke slowly hauled himself to his feet. Every muscle in his body ached, and his jaw throbbed from the unaccustomed exercise of licking and sucking their feet. He stumbled to the couch and collapsed onto it, staring blankly at the ceiling as he tried to process the shocking turn his day had taken.
PART 2
Two days passed without any further visits or disturbances from Emma and Celia. Luke breathed a sigh of relief as he finally had some much-needed peace and quiet to finish unpacking the remaining boxes scattered throughout his house. He tackled the task with renewed energy, eager to put the strange encounter behind him and settle into a normal routine.
As he worked, Luke couldn't shake the lingering memories of the sisters' pungent foot stench, the taste of their sweat on his tongue, and the feeling of their soft, supple ass cheeks against his lips. He tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the simple task of organizing his belongings and creating a comfortable living space.
By the end of the second day, Luke had finally finished unpacking, his house now looking more like a home and less like a storage unit. As he surveyed his handiwork, he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him. He had weathered the storm of his new neighbors' demands and come out stronger on the other side.
Feeling satisfied with his productive day, Luke decided to treat himself by picking up a few necessities at the grocery store. As he wandered the aisles, grabbing essentials like milk, eggs, bread and a few quick meals like frozen pizza, his mind began to wander.
Without warning, the memories of Emma and Celia's lewd demands and the intense, overwhelming sensations from their visit crept back into his thoughts. Luke found himself standing near the liquor section, his eyes drawn to the bright, colorful bottles of vodka and whiskey.
He hadn't touched hard liquor in years, preferring the occasional beer or glass of wine over the harsher, stronger stuff. Yet as he stood there, the sisters' smug smiles and wicked winks flashed through his mind, urging him to make a purchase he wouldn't have otherwise considered.
Almost as if in a trance, Luke reached out and grabbed a bottle of top-shelf vodka, some tonic water, and a bottle of premium whiskey, tucking them under his arm. He knew he was doing this for them, preparing for their inevitable next visit and the demands that would surely follow. A part of him wondered if he was being foolish, catering to their whims so readily. But another part, a darker part, almost looked forward to their next encounter and the chance to prove his devotion.
Luke paid for his purchases, the bottles of liquor clinking together in the bag as he carried them out to his car. As he drove home, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was setting himself up for something, that he was unknowingly stepping further down a path of no return. But he pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the sense of accomplishment that came with a well-stocked fridge and a tidy home.
After putting away the groceries and the long day of unpacking Luke found himself lounging on his couch, flipping through the channels on his freshly mounted TV, when a sudden knock at the door startled him.
He paused, his heart already racing as a sense of dread washed over him. He knew, deep down, that he was hoping to avoid another encounter with his demanding neighbors, at least for a little while longer.
As he approached the door, he saw a familiar silhouette through the frosted glass. His stomach dropped as he recognized the curves and contours of a woman's body, the sundress and long, flowing hair unmistakable. With a sinking feeling, Luke unlocked the door and pulled it open, revealing Emma standing on his doorstep with a wicked grin.
“Well, well, well,” she purred, her eyes raking over Luke's casual attire - a t-shirt and sweatpants that he had thrown on after a long day. “Don't you look...cozy,” she added, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Mind if I come in?”
Emma didn't wait for an answer, pushing past Luke and strutting into his house with a confidence that spoke of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Luke could only watch in stunned silence as she made her way to the living room, her hips swaying with each step.
“I see you've settled in nicely,” Emma remarked, gesturing to the unpacked boxes and the newly mounted TV screen. “And it looks like you've even thought of me,” she added, spotting the liquor bottles on the kitchen counter. “How...thoughtful.”
Luke swallowed hard, knowing that he was in for a long night. The way Emma was looking at him, with those hungry, expectant eyes, told him everything he needed to know about her intentions. He had a feeling that this was only the beginning of their...arrangement, and that his peaceful life was about to become a distant memory.
Emma sauntered into the kitchen without waiting for an invitation, her sundress swishing around her thick thighs with each confident step. Luke watched helplessly as she grabbed the bottle of vodka and tonic water, pouring herself a generous serving over ice. She took a long, slow sip, her eyes never leaving Luke's as she savored the burn of the alcohol.
With a satisfied smirk, Emma carried her drink back into the living room and plopped herself down on Luke's couch, making herself at home. She crossed her long, toned legs, the hem of her dress riding up to reveal a tantalizing peek of her thigh.
“Mmm, that hits the spot,” Emma spoke smoothly, taking another sip of her vodka tonic. “You have excellent taste, neighbor. I knew you would.”
She eyed Luke over the rim of her glass, her green eyes glinting with mischief and dark promise.
“So, I hope you don't mind me dropping by unannounced,” she continued, setting her drink down on the coffee table. “I just couldn't stop thinking about our little...chat the other day. And I thought it was time for a follow-up.”
Emma patted the couch cushion next to her, a silent demand for Luke to join her. “Don't be shy. Come sit. I promise I don't bite...much,” she added with a wicked grin.
Luke hesitated, knowing that once he sat down, there would be no turning back. But as he stood there, staring at Emma's expectant face and the way her sundress clung to her curves, he knew he was powerless to resist her charms. With a deep breath, he walked over to the couch and sat down next to her, leaving a respectable distance between them.
“That's better,” Emma cooed, reaching out to trail her fingers along Luke's thigh, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. “Now, let's have a real talk about...arrangements. I think you know what I mean,” she added, her voice low and dripping with sinful promise.
Emma leaned in closer to Luke, her perfume filling his nostrils and her warm breath tickling his ear as she spoke in a low, sultry tone. “Listen, I'm going to be straight with you. I have needs, desires that most men can't begin to satisfy. And I expect you, as my neighbor, to be ready and willing to comply...no matter what those needs might be.”
She punctuated her words by trailing her fingers along Luke's thigh, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. “And that goes for my sister Celia too. Whatever I demand, whatever she demands...you will obey. No questions asked,” Emma added, her voice brooking no argument.
Luke swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as the desert. He knew he should be shocked, outraged even, at Emma's brazen demands. But instead, he found himself nodding slowly, a sense of dark anticipation coiling in his gut.
Emma smiled, a wicked glint in her green eyes as she registered Luke's compliance. “Good boy,” she purred, her fingers inching higher up his thigh. “I knew you'd be a fast learner.”
She took another sip of her vodka tonic before setting the glass down on the coffee table with a soft clink. Leaning back against the couch, Emma uncrossed and recrossed her legs, the movement causing her sundress to ride up even further. Luke's eyes were drawn to the smooth, creamy expanse of her thigh, the lace edge of her panties peeking out tantalizingly.
“Now, the real reason I came over tonight...” Emma began, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Is that I've been feeling a little...horny, ever since our little foot rub session the other day. And I wanted to test out that talented tongue of yours...in other places.”
She reached out and grabbed Luke's wrist, guiding his hand to rest high up on her thigh, inches from the lace barrier of her panties. “What do you say, neighbor? Think you're up for the challenge?” she asked, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of her glossy lips.
Emma's eyes darkened with lust as she gazed down at Luke, a wicked glint in her green orbs. “I want you to get on your knees,” she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. “And I want you to take off my panties...with your teeth.”
Luke hesitated for a split second before the weight of Emma's demand sank in. He knew he had no choice but to obey, no matter what. Slowly, reluctantly, he slid off the couch and sank to his knees on the hardwood floor in front of Emma.
As he knelt before her, Luke reached out and grasped the hem of her sundress. He could feel the heat radiating from her thighs, could smell the musky scent of her arousal mingling with the sweet perfume she wore.
Emma's eyes watched him intently, a smug smile playing at her lips.
“Go on,” she whispered, spreading her legs wider in clear invitation. “Don't be shy. I know I might not be as fresh with the summer heat, but I don't want that to bother you. In fact…” she added, a wicked smirk spreading across her face, “I want you to savor it.”
With trembling fingers, Luke slowly began to inch the fabric of the sundress up Emma's thighs, revealing more and more of her soft, creamy skin. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he caught sight of the lace edge of her panties, the damp spot at the center betraying her arousal.
Luke leaned in, his breath catching as he brushed his lips against the lace-covered mound. He could smell the pungent, heady scent of Emma's excitement, could feel the heat radiating off her core. Taking a deep breath, Luke grasped the delicate fabric between his teeth and began to tug, slowly peeling the panties down Emma's thighs.
Emma let out a low, throaty moan as Luke worked to remove her underwear with his mouth. “Fuck, yes...” she hissed, tangling her fingers in his hair and holding him loosely. “That's it, baby. Worship my pussy like the good boy you are.”
Luke shuddered as he finally worked the panties down to Emma's knees, the musky scent of her arousal now overwhelming his senses. He knew he was crossing a line, knew there would be no turning back from this point.
As Luke finished tugging Emma's panties down to her ankles with his teeth, she suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair more roughly, yanking him forward. She forcefully pulled his face between her now bare thighs, his nose pressing against her naked, dripping slit.
“Fuck, I need your tongue in me,” Emma demanded breathlessly, her hips bucking slightly as she ground her wet pussy against Luke's face. “Lick me like you mean it. Show me what that mouth can really do.”
The pungent, heady aroma of Emma's arousal filled Luke's nostrils, the scent and taste overwhelming his senses. He could feel the slick, hot flesh of her sex pressing against his lips, the nectar of her desire coating his mouth. Knowing he had no choice, Luke began to lick and lap at Emma's pussy, his tongue delving between her swollen folds.
“Ohhh fuck yes!” Emma cried out, her grip on Luke's hair tightening as she held him firmly in place. “Just like that, baby. Fuck, your tongue feels so good! Don't stop!”
Luke knew he should feel disgusted, violated even, at being used in such a lewd manner. But instead, he found himself complying with Emma's demands, his own reluctant arousal beginning to strain against his sweatpants. He licked and sucked at her clit, plunging his tongue deep into her channel, tasting and savoring every drop of her essence.
Emma's moans grew louder as Luke ate her out with increasing fervor. “Unghh, I'm getting close!” she gasped, her thighs beginning to tremble around his head. “Make me come on that filthy tongue, Luke. Don't you dare fucking stop until I do!”
Luke had no choice but to obey, his own reservations melting away as he focused on bringing Emma to the peak of ecstasy. He could feel her sex clenching and fluttering around his invading tongue, her juices flowing freely to coat his chin and drip down onto the cushion below.
Just as Emma was teetering on the brink of a explosive climax, her body tensing and trembling above Luke, the sound of the front door opening startled them both.
Luke froze, his tongue still buried deep in Emma's dripping sex, as he heard the unmistakable voice of Celia.
“Emma? I thought I heard your voice out here,” Celia called out, her footsteps growing louder as she approached the living room. “Are you in here with...with him?”
Emma's eyes flashed open, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she locked eyes with Luke. “Just in time,” she purred, her voice breathless with arousal. “I'm so fucking close, baby. Don't stop now!”
She turned her head to call out to her sister, “Yes, I'm in the living room...and yes, I'll be done with him soon. Give me just a few more minutes!”
Luke could only imagine the expression on Celia's face as she stepped into the living room, catching sight of her sister's naked lower half splayed out on the couch, Luke's head buried between her thighs.
“Well, don't let me disturb you,” Celia said, a hint of jealousy tinging her voice. “I can see you're...busy. I'll just wait until you're...”
“Fuck!” Emma cried out, her back arching as her climax finally crashed over her. “I'm coming! Fuck, Luke, lick harder!”
Luke had no choice but to continue his oral assault, his tongue swirling and thrusting as Emma rode out the waves of her intense orgasm. Her juices flooded his mouth and chin, dripping down onto the couch below as her sex clenched and spasmed around him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Emma collapsed back against the couch, her chest heaving and her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Fuck, that was...incredible,” she gasped, her fingers still tangled in Luke's hair.
She turned to look at her sister, a satisfied smirk on her face. “I'm done...for now,” she said with a wicked grin. “But don't think you're off the hook, baby.”
Emma pushed his face away and he got into a more upright position on his knees. Luke sat stunned, his face still dripping with Emma's juices as he looked up at Celia in disbelief. He couldn't quite process that this was really happening - that not only had Emma just used him so brazenly, but now her sister Celia was demanding his attention as well.
“Turn around and put your head on the cushion,” Celia ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument. She reached down and began to tug her own panties down her long, slender legs, the fabric catching briefly on her heels before falling to the floor.
Luke swallowed hard, a sense of dread washing over him as he slowly positioned himself on the couch, resting his head back against the cushion. He could feel the dampness of Emma's arousal soaking into the fabric beneath his head, the scent and taste still lingering on his lips.
Celia wasted no time in hiking up her sundress and straddling Luke's face, her thighs bracketing his head on either side. Luke's heart raced as he stared up at her, taking in the sight of her upper body towering above him and the way her dress rode up to reveal the smooth skin of her inner thighs.
“I hope you're ready for this,” Celia said, a note of warning in her voice. “Because I've been thinking about this moment all day...and I'm not going to be gentle.”
With that, she lowered herself onto Luke's face, her bare sex pressing against his mouth and nose. Luke inhaled sharply at the contact, the musky, heady scent of Celia's arousal filling his nostrils and making his head spin.
“Start licking,” Celia commanded, her fingers tangling in Luke's hair and gripping tightly. “And don't stop until I tell you to...no matter how much my sister tired you out.”
Luke knew he was trapped, pinned beneath his neighbor with no means of escape. As he began to reluctantly lap at Celia's pussy, he couldn't help but think that his life had taken a dark and twisted turn...and he had a feeling things were only going to get worse from here.
Celia began to grind her hips against Luke's face with wild abandon, riding his tongue with a fervor that rivaled her sister's demands. Her moans filled the living room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Celia cried out, her fingers tightening their grip on Luke's hair as she rutted against him. “Lick me harder. Keep going!”
Luke could only whimper in protest, his tongue working overtime to pleasure Celia as she chased her own climax. The taste and scent of her arousal was overwhelming, filling his senses and making his head spin.
Emma sat back on the couch, watching her sister's lewd display with a smug smile. She lounged back against the cushions, one hand idly playing with her own breasts as she enjoyed the show. Her eyes flicked down to Luke's straining erection, visible through the fabric of his sweatpants, and she licked her lips.
“Look at him go,” Emma remarked, a wicked grin on her face. “He's a natural-born pussy licker, isn't he? I knew he'd be perfect for us.”
Celia could only moan in response, too lost in her own pleasure to form a coherent reply. Luke could feel her thighs trembling around his head, her sex clenching and fluttering around his invading tongue as she neared her peak.
“I'm...I'm gonna come!” Celia screamed, her back arching and her hips bucking wildly against Luke's face. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
With a final, guttural cry, Celia came undone, her sex gushing and flooding Luke's mouth with her release. Luke had no choice but to swallow and gulp down every drop of her nectar, his own body shaking with the force of her climax.
As Celia collapsed back against the couch, her chest heaving and her skin glistening, Emma let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Damn, sis,” she drawled, “that was some serious fucking. I think our boy here needs a little break though. We don’t want to break our new toy.”
Luke sat up slowly, his head spinning and his knees weak as he tried to gather himself. He could still taste the sisters' essences mingling on his tongue, the pungent flavors and scents overwhelming his senses. With a shaking hand, he wiped the remnants of their climaxes from his face, feeling a mix of revulsion and grudging arousal at the depravity he'd just witnessed.
The two sisters lounged on the couch, their bodies glistening with sweat and their hair mussed from their passionate interludes. They looked so content, basking in the afterglow of their intense orgasms. Emma's hand rested possessively on Celia's thigh, while Celia's fingers absently played with the hem of her short sundress.
Luke sat there awkwardly, unsure of what to do next. It was clear that the sisters expected him to wait on them hand and foot, to be at their beck and call. He knew he should refuse, should tell them to leave and never come back...but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
As if reading his thoughts, Emma glanced up at him with a smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Well, don't just stand there gawking, baby,” she purred, her voice still husky from her climax. “Be a dear and fetch us each a drink, would you? I think we've earned it after all that excitement.”
Luke swallowed hard and nodded, getting up and turning to head to the kitchen to pour them each a fresh cocktail. He could feel their eyes on him as he walked away, could sense their smug smiles as they watched him go.
No sooner had he returned with their drinks in hand he heard Celia pipe up. “Hey, Luke?” she called out, her voice saccharine sweet. “I don't know about you, but Emma and I are absolutely starving after...all that activity. What are you making for supper?”
Luke hesitated, setting the drinks down on the coffee table before him. He knew he should tell them to order their own damn food, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he found himself replying, “I could make us a pizza. Would that be alright?”
The two sisters exchanged a glance, a wicked gleam in their eyes as they caught each other's gaze. They knew all too well the havoc that a frozen pizza, loaded with dairy and processed junk, would wreak on their delicate digestive systems. But they also knew that letting Luke know about their impending disaster would ruin the cruel game they had in mind.
“A pizza sounds perfect, doesn't it Emma?” Celia said with glee, batting her eyelashes at her sister before turning to smile at Luke. “You're so thoughtful to offer to make us supper.”
Emma smirked, playing along with her sister's charade. “Mmm, I could really go for some greasy, cheesy pizza right about now,” she added, patting her flat tummy. “You're the best, Luke.”
Luke nodded, oblivious to the malicious intent brewing behind those charming smiles and honeyed words. “I'll get started on it right away,” he said, trying to please his uninvited guests.
As Luke busied himself in the kitchen, the sisters shared a knowing look, a evil grin spreading across their faces. They could already knew exactly what this food was going to do to their guts, but they'd be damned if they'd let Luke know.
“Poor boy,” Emma whispered to Celia, loud enough for Luke to hear. “He has no idea what he's in for.”
Celia giggled, pressing a hand to her mouth to stifle the sound. “He's about to be in for a real treat,” she replied, her voice dripping with false innocence. “Isn't he, Emma?”
After a while Luke returned with the steaming, cheesy pizza, the sisters eyed it hungrily, their minds already filled with thoughts of the delicious torment they would inflict upon their unsuspecting prey.
“It looks delicious, Luke,” Emma said, plucking a slice and taking a big, greedy bite. “Mmm, so cheesy and rich!”
“I can't wait to have some,” Celia added, following suit and grabbing her own slice. “You're too good to us!”
PART 3
The sisters greedily devoured the pizza, their dainty hands grabbing slice after gooey slice until the entire pie was picked clean, save for a measly sliver that Luke got to keep for himself. They made sure to ooh and ahh over each bite, praising his supposed culinary skills all while knowing the wretched fate that awaited their digestive systems.
“That was absolutely delicious, Luke,” Emma declared, licking the grease from her elegant fingers. "You know how to spoil us, don’t you?"
“Mmm, I couldn't agree more,” Celia chimed in, patting her tummy which was already starting to gurgle ominously. “Such a good boy, taking care of us like this.”
They set their plates down on the coffee table, the greasy stains and bits of melted cheese glaring up at Luke accusingly. Emma and Celia shared a sly look, a wicked glint in their eyes as they plotted their next move.
“That was so filling,” Emma said, stretching languidly on the couch. “I don't know about you, but I could really go for something to wash it all down.”
“Me too,” Celia agreed. “Do you have any milk, Luke? I'd love a nice cold glass to complete this wonderful meal.”
Luke returned from the kitchen, two cold glasses of milk in hand, still blissfully unaware of the impending doom that awaited him. He handed the glasses to the sisters, his fingers brushing against theirs, lingering just a moment too long.
“Mmm, you're a real lifesaver,” Emma said sweetly, taking a long sip of the icy milk. She licked her lips, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she caught Celia's gaze. “Isn’t he Celia?”
Celia giggled, taking her own sip before setting the glass down on the coffee table next to the greasy pizza plates. “The best,” she agreed, shifting on the couch.
As they sipped their milk, the sisters made no move to cover themselves, their panties still discarded haphazardly on the floor where they'd left them. The cooler air in the room seemed to have no effect on their naked lower halves, their bare skin on full display as they lounged and stretched out.
Emma's hand crept over to rest on Celia's thigh, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the smooth skin. Celia leaned into her sister's touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. They were both already feeling the beginnings of their impending discomfort, but they were determined to make Luke suffer through it with them. After a few minutes the girls sprung their plan into motion.
“You know this sweat we worked up today in this heat really made my back itch, how about you Celia?” Emma murmured, shooting Celia a meaningful look. “Maybe Luke can help us with that.”
Celia bit her plump lower lip, nodding eagerly. “I couldn't agree more,” she replied, her voice dripping with false innocence. “I could really use my back scratched as well.”
They both turned to Luke, identical grins spreading across their beautiful faces.
“Why don’t you go grab some pillows and blankets for us so we can get more comfortable while you spoil us some more. We might have more space on the floor here in front of the couch.” Emma requested trying to hide her amusement and what was about to transpire. Luke didn’t think too much of it, figuring it to be an easy task, so he went to his closet and grabbed a pile of blankets he recently neatly folded and put away as well as several pillows off his bed.
The sisters watched Luke scurry off to retrieve the blankets and pillows they demanded. They could already picture how this would play out, how they would use Luke's innocent desire to please them to their own twisted ends.
Luke returned shortly, arms laden with soft blankets and fluffy pillows. The girls smirked as they watched him lay them out on the floor, creating a cozy little nest for their impending scheme.
“Perfect,” Emma smiled, slipping off the couch and onto her stomach on the blankets. She laid her elbows on the pillow Luke provided, her chin propped up on her hands.
Celia followed suit, stretching out next to her sister. They both smirked as they looked back over their shoulders at Luke, waiting for him to take his place.
“Well, don't just stand there, silly,” Celia said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Get down here and scratch our backs. We need some relief after...all that excitement earlier.”
Emma nodded, arching her back slightly to present her pert, rounded ass to Luke. “Yes, please,” she added in a bratty tone, shooting him a smoldering look. “I could really use your strong hands on me right now. Why don’t you start with me. You can lie on the floor between my legs and use my ass to rest your head. After today you’ve seen enough of our bodies that it wouldn’t be weird!”
Luke hesitated for a moment, knowing he should refuse... but he found himself lowering himself to the floor behind Emma. He settled himself on his stomach, his face mere inches from the tempting globes of her ass.
Emma smirked as she felt Luke's breath on her skin, knowing the view he must have of her bare, pantiless bottom. She shifted slightly, parting her thighs just a bit, giving Luke an even more tantalizing peek at her most intimate places.
“Well, go on then,” Emma said, reaching back to guide one of Luke's hands to the small of her back while lifting up her sundress with the other. “Scratch. I want to feel those fingers dancing on my skin.”
Celia watched and waited for Luke to begin his task. She could already picture the look on his face as he realized the true purpose behind their request. When Luke stretched his hands upwards his face naturally sank into her ass with no way to hold himself up.
“Are you a little cold Celia?” Emma coyly asked. “I’m feeling a bit chilly.”
As Luke began to scratch Emma's back with tentative strokes, working his fingers into her soft skin, Celia sat up and grabbed another blanket from the pile Luke had brought. With a sly smile, she leaned down and draped the blanket over Emma’s lower half and Luke, tucking it snugly around their legs and covering Luke's head as well.
“There, that should keep you both warm,” Celia said adding a wink towards Emma. “Isn't that better, sis? It can get a bit chilly in here.”
Emma nodded, arching her back slightly to press her ass more firmly against Luke's face as he continued to scratch her. “Mmm, yes...it's important that we stay...nice and cozy.”
Luke shifted beneath the blanket, feeling a bit claustrophobic as it was draped over him. But as he breathed in the scent of the Emma’s ass with the heady aroma of the her arousal from before, he found himself growing more worried about the position he was in.
The blanket was thick and soft, but it seemed to trap the heat and humidity from her body. Luke could feel the temperature rising with each passing moment, the air growing thicker and more pungent.
He couldn't see the smiles spreading across the sisters' faces as they shared a moment, silently celebrating their victory. They knew exactly what they were doing to Luke and that the blanket would only serve to intensify the disgusting gassiness that would soon be filling the room.
After ten long minutes of Luke diligently scratching Emma's back, the inevitable finally happened. Emma's stomach let out a small, wet gurgle before a soft, muted fart escaped, pressing right against Luke's face beneath the blanket.
Luke recoiled instinctively, his nose wrinkling at the sudden assault of the pungent odor. The smell was terrible, a putrid mixture of the greasy pizza and rich milk that had settled heavily in Emma's gut mixed with the stench of her bowels. It was like nothing he had ever smelled before. The foul odor was so intense that it seemed to burn the inside of Luke's nostrils and coat his tongue with a greasy, foul-tasting film. He gagged and retched, trying desperately to pull away from the source of the horrendous stench
“Don't you dare move,” Emma hissed, feeling Luke's initial reaction. She reached back and grabbed his wrist in a vice-like grip, holding his hand firmly against the small of her back. “I told you not to stop scratching.”
Celia giggled, watching the blanket tent and shift as Luke struggled beneath it. She could only imagine the look of disgust and revulsion on his face as he was forced to inhale her sister's noxious fumes.
“That's it, sis,” Celia cooed, reaching out to rub Emma's thigh soothingly. “Let it all out. Now’s probably a good time to tell Luke about our little problem with lactose. That pizza was a bad idea but the glass of milk was the real icing on the cake. Our gas could clear rooms after that combo.”
Emma smirked, feeling emboldened by her sister's encouragement. She took a deep breath and arched her back more to press her ass firmly against Luke's face as she let out another, louder fart. The blanket grew taut, the pungent scent intensifying with each passing second.
The sisters giggled as they knew Luke was suffering beneath the blanket, knew that the stench was surly overwhelming him. But they also knew he was powerless to stop it, trapped and forced to endure their cruel game.
Emma wrinkled her nose, waving a hand in front of her face as the smell of her own farts began to leak out from under the blanket. She shot Celia a look of disgust, even as her sister tried to hold back her laughter.
“Ugh, it's getting so stuffy under there,” Emma complained, wrinkling her nose. “Hey, Luke, I need you to sniff harder. Really take a deep whiff and try to clear out the smell.”
Luke panicked his stomach churning at the thought of deliberately inhaling more of the putrid fumes. But with Emma's ass pressing against his face tightly and the blanket trapping him beneath it, he knew he had no choice.
Luke took a deep breath as he breathed in the concentrated stench of Emma's ass and the lingering odor of her flatulence. The smell was overwhelming and making him lightheaded. His shoulders shook slightly, no doubt from the effort of trying to breathe through the noxious fumes while still putting effort into scratching Emmas back.
“That's it, Luke,” Celia encouraged, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “Sniff harder. We need you to really work at getting rid of that smell for us.”
Emma smirked, settling back against the pillow as she felt Luke's nose pressing more insistently against the curve of her ass. She knew he was suffering, and knew that the stench was probably making his eyes water and his stomach churn.
Emma bore down hard, bearing down with all her strength as she clenched her muscles. One after another, a series of loud, wet farts ripped out of her asshole and onto Luke’s face, each one stronger and more putrid than the last. The stench was unbearable, making Luke feel like he was suffocating as he was forced to inhale the concentrated gas.
Celia, feeling the effect of the milk and pizza, started rubbing her stomach with an impatient hand. “Emma, I swear, you're not the only one who needs some relief here,” she whined. “I've been waiting forever for you to be done so Luke can scratch my back too.”
Emma just grinned over her shoulder at Celia, bearing down once more to unleash another raucous fart. “Oh, I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting?” she asked with false innocence. “You know how backed up I get after a big meal like that.”
Celia rolled her eyes, gritting her teeth as she gripped the blanket tightly in her fists. She could hear Luke’s labored breathing as he tried to find a pocket of fresh air to breathe and wanted to add to his discomfort.
“Well, hurry it up then,” Celia snapped, shifting impatiently on her pillow. “I don't know how much longer I can wait.”
With a final, mighty clench and a loud, wet fart that lasted over ten seconds, Emma finally felt satisfied that she had emptied her bowels. She told Luke to lift up to allow her to scoot out, allowing him to gasp for air as the blanket was momentarily lifted. The stench that had been trapped beneath it wafted out, making both sisters wrinkle their noses.
“Alright, I think I'm all done,” Emma declared, shooting Luke a diabolical grin. “Your turn, Celia.”
Celia's eyes lit up with glee, still laying on her stomach, presenting her round ass to Luke. “About time,” she said, wiggling her hips invitingly. “Get over here and scratch my back before I explode.”
Luke, still lightheaded and coughing from the noxious fumes he had been forced to inhale, began to crawl with great reluctance towards Celia. Emma watched him with anticipation, waiting for him to reach her sister.
As soon as Luke was in position, Emma put the blanket over him once again, then for extra measure she swung her leg over to straddle his back. She settled herself down on top of him, the blanket bunting up around her hips as she sat heavily.
“There, that should hold you in place,” Emma said with a wicked giggle, reaching out to adjust the blanket to completely cover both Luke and Celias from the waste down.
Celia didn't wait long, bearing down as soon as Luke was in position. Her bowels, also unsettled by the greasy meal and rich milk, let out a series of loud, wet, and utterly putrid farts.
"Ohhh, yes Luke, I've been waiting so long for this," Celia cooed, lifting up to press her ass more firmly against Luke's face. She reached back to grab his wrists, guiding his hands to the spots on her back that she wanted scratched most.
Emma, not content to just sit on Luke's back, decided to up the ante. She pushed on the part of the blanket covering Luke's head with her hands and shoved his face harder into the cleft of Celia's ass, burying his nose and mouth deep inside.
“Really get in there, Luke,” Emma ordered with a cruel laugh, applying more pressure to his head. “We want you to really feel those nasty farts on your face, don't we Celia?”
Celia giggled wickedly, clenching her muscles to unleash another loud, juicy fart right onto Luke's suffering face. “Mmm, yes we do. Your nose feels so good against my asshole. Be a good boy and keep sniffing.”
Celia started unleashing a barrage of farts, one after another. Holding them in seemed to increase their intensity and smell. The blanket continued to trap the stench, making the air thicker with each passing second as Emma held Luke's head firmly in place, forcing him to endure the assault.
“Scratch harder, Luke!” Celia demanded, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “I need you to really dig your fingers in there. You don’t want to see me upset.”
Luke's lungs burned as he struggled to find a pocket of fresh air beneath the suffocating blanket. His fingers ached from the relentless scratching, but he knew he couldn't stop, not with Emma pushing his face so hard into the sweaty, pungent crack of Celia's ass.
Celia clenched her muscles, bearing down with all her strength to unleash another series of deafening, foul-smelling farts. The blanket shook and bulged with each eruption, the stench growing more unbearable by the second.
“That's it, sis,” Emma gloated, grinding her hips down harder on Luke's back. “Really let him have a good taste. He loves it, don't you Luke?”
Luke could only gurgle in response, tears streaming down his face from the effort of breathing and the overwhelming disgust he felt. But he knew he had no choice but to endure it, to keep scratching and sniffing as the sisters demanded.
After what felt like an eternity of torture for Luke, the relentless barrage of putrid farts finally began to subside. Celia's stomach gurgled loudly before she let out one last, long, and particularly noxious fart that seemed to go on forever, emptying the last of its foul contents.
“Ohhh, I feel so much better now,” Celia sighed, arching her back sensually as she ground her ass against Luke's exhausted and aching face one last time. “You did a good job, Luke.”
Emma, still sitting astride Luke's back, lifted the blanket just enough to peer down at his suffering face. His eyes were red and watery, tears and drool mixing together on his chin. She could only imagine the state of his lungs after being forced to inhale the concentrated stench of two backed-up asses for a solid hour.
“Mmm, yes, he did a very good job,” Emma agreed, giving Luke's back a pat. “Didn't you, Luke? You must be so proud of how well you scratched our backs.”
The sisters shared a look, immensely pleased with themselves for subjecting Luke to such a disgusting ordeal.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sisters lifted the blanket off of Luke's exhausted and aching body. They stood up, towering over him as he laid floor, his head spinning and his lungs burning from the ordeal.
“We have one last job for you before we head home,” Emma said, looking down at Luke with a smug, superior smirk. She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement.
“Since we were so generous to share all those delicious farts with you, and since you were the cause of all that nasty gas...” Celia chimed in, “...it's only fair that you do something for us in return.”
The sisters shared a meaningful look, communicating silently with each other as they always did. Then, in unison, they turned around and bent at the waist, presenting their bare asses to Luke once more.
“We want you to spend some quality time licking each of our asses clean,” Emma commanded, reaching back to spread her cheeks invitingly. “Make sure you get your tongue in there deep, and don't stop until every last bit of our nasty ass stench is gone.”
Celia giggled, nodding her agreement as she too reached back to expose her asshole to Luke's view. “Yes, that's only fair, don't you think Luke? You should be grateful we're giving you the chance to worship our asses like this.”
The sisters stood over Luke, their bare asses on full display as they waited for him to comply with their final demand. The air was still thick with the lingering stench of their previous gassing session, and they knew Luke would have no choice but to bury his face between their cheeks and obey.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Emma asked impatiently, wiggling her hips. “Get to it, Luke. Start with mine and don't be shy about sticking your tongue in deep. I’m feeling rather swampy from all those wet nasty farts.”
Celia smirked, watching Luke's face intently. “Yes, we want to feel that tongue squirming around in our assholes, really cleaning us out. And don't neglect my ass once you're done with hers, got it?”
Luke already knew it was too late and he was too far gone to disobey the sisters' degrading demand. He leaned in, closing his eyes tightly as he pressed his face into the sweaty, pungent cleft of Emma's ass. The taste was absolutely revolting, a sickening mix of pure shit, sweat, and the lingering, concentrated stench of her previous farts. But he knew he had to endure it, so he stuck out his tongue and began to lick, tracing the lines of her crack and circling her tight, puckered hole.
Emma let out a low breathy moan as she felt Luke's tongue invading her most intimate and filthy place. “Mmm, yes Luke, that's it,” she purred, reaching back to grip his hair and push his face harder against her ass. “Really get in there deep. I want to feel that tongue wiggling around inside me.”
Luke gagged and choked as he obeyed, his throat burning from the putrid taste and the effort of breathing through his nose. But still, he persisted, licking and probing at Emma's asshole for what felt like an eternity, until she finally pushed him away with a satisfied grunt.
“Mmm, good boy,” Emma sighed, turning to smirk down at Luke's miserable face. “Now, Celia's turn. Don't neglect a single inch of my sister's ass, got it?”
Luke swallowed hard, the taste of Emma's ass still coating his tongue, before reluctantly turning to face Celia's waiting cheeks. Her crack was just as sweaty and pungent, the skin slick with a sheen of sweat and grime. He steeled himself before burying his face between her ass cheeks, his tongue once again circling and probing at a tight, dirty hole.
Celia gasped and moaned, grinding her hips back against Luke's face as he licked and slurped at her ass. “Ohhh, yes Luke, just like that,” she whimpered, her voice dripping with cruel, sadistic pleasure. “Really work that nasty tongue in there.”
Luke did as he was told, spending a full ten minutes with his face buried between each of the sisters' cheeks, licking and slurping and gagging on the putrid, foul taste of their dirty, gassy asses. Finally the sisters deemed Luke's ass-licking service satisfactory.
Without a word of goodbye or acknowledgment, they simply turned and sauntered out of the room, leaving Luke kneeling on the floor, his jaw aching and his mouth still filled with a vile taste.
Exhausted and utterly defeated, Luke collapsed face-first onto the pile of blankets strewn across the floor. The fabric was still warm and thick with the stale, lingering stench of the sisters' farts, but he was too tired to care. He breathed in the foul air, feeling it fill his lungs as darkness claimed him and he drifted off into a fitful, nightmare-ridden sleep.
As Luke slept, the sisters made their way out of the house, giggling and whispering to each other about the delicious night they had with their helpless neighbor. They knew he would be left with the lingering taste of their asses and the stench of their farts etched into his mind, a constant reminder of their superiority and his submission.
“Mmm, I have to admit, that was even more satisfying than I thought it would be,” Celia said, glancing over at her sister with a wicked grin. “Poor Luke looked so pathetic, kneeling there with his face stuck in our asses.”
Emma chuckled darkly in agreement as they headed out the front door. “I know, right? And the way he gagged and choked on our farts... priceless. He's lucky he gets to keep that taste in his mouth as a souvenir. I have a feeling we’re going to be spending a lot of time visiting our new neighbor.”
The sisters shared a final, cruel laugh as they walked the short distance to their home, leaving Luke alone and asleep amidst the stinking blankets, the lingering echoes of their wicked amusement and the putrid scent of their asses surrounding him like a noxious aura.
PART 4
Luke groggily opened his eyes, his head pounding and his mouth feeling like he had swallowed a mouthful of dirt. As he sat up, he found himself still lying on the pile of blankets strewn across the living room floor, the fabric rumpled and disheveled from his fitful sleep. The stench of the sisters' putrid farts still clung to the blankets, thick and heavy in the air, assaulting his nostrils as soon as he moved.
He stuck out his tongue, gagging as he tasted the lingering flavor of Emma and Celia's asses, the foul taste seeming to be etched into his taste buds. No matter how much he tried to spit it out or swallow, he couldn't escape the vile, lingering essence of their filthy assholes.
Luke stumbled to his feet, the room spinning slightly as he tried to get his bearings. The events of the previous night came rushing back to him - the sisters' cruel demands, their wicked laughter, and the degrading ordeal of being forced to lick their asses clean. He shuddered at the memory, feeling a fresh wave of disgust and humiliation wash over him.
As he made his way to the bathroom, each step stirring up the stale stench, Luke couldn't shake the feeling that the sisters' visit was far from over. They had made it clear that they intended to visit again, and he shuddered to think of what other twisted games and degrading punishments they might have in store for him.
Luke splashed some water on his face, trying to wash away the lingering taste and stench, but it seemed to be a losing battle. The stink of Emma and Celia's asses seemed to permeate everything, clinging to his skin and hair like a miasma of corruption.
With a heavy sigh, Luke resigned himself to the fact that the scent and taste of his tormentors would be his constant companions for the rest of the day. Luke having just one piece of pizza the last night decided food might make him feel better so he started to make himself some breakfast.
Just as Luke was sitting down for to eat, the sound a sharp, authoritative knock at the front door interrupted him.
Luke hesitated, knowing it could only be one of the sisters. He debated ignoring it, but he knew that would only make things worse for himself in the long run. With a sigh of resignation, he trudged to the door and opened it to find Emma standing there, a smug smile playing on her lips.
“Well, well, well,” she said, pushing past Luke and sauntering into the house without being invited. “Aren't you going to invite me in, Luke? I thought we had a special bond, you and I.”
Luke closed the door behind her, his stomach churning at the sight of her. She looked fresh and put-together, her hair still slightly damp from a recent shower, not a hint of the filthy ordeal from the previous night. But he knew all too well what lay beneath that pretty exterior.
“C-Can I help you with something, Emma?” Luke asked hesitantly, already dreading the answer.
Emma smirked, turning to face him with her hands on her hips. “Well, of course you can, Luke. I need you to help me with something... private.”
She grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the bed room, pushing him down onto his own bed. Luke's heart raced as she stood over him.
“I need an orgasm, Luke,” she said bluntly, reaching behind her to unzip her denim shorts. “And I need you to give it to me with that filthy mouth of yours.”
Luke gulped, his cheeks flushing with a mix of fear and reluctant arousal. He knew he had no choice but to comply with her demand, just as he had no choice but to endure the stench that still clung to his skin and hair.
“I want to make this a regular thing, Luke,” she said, as she shed the rest of her clothes and climbed on top of the bed.
Luke knelt before Emma on the bed. She had positioned herself on her back, her long legs spread wide in invitation. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, but it wasn’t as overpowering as the lingering stench of her ass from the night before.
“Well, get to it then,” she demanded impatiently, grabbing a fistful of Luke's hair and pushing his face towards her glistening pussy. “Stick that tongue in deep and give me what I need.”
Luke leaned in, his nose brushing against Emma's trimmed pubic hair as he extended his tongue and began to lap at her folds. The taste of her arousal was a stark contrast to the putrid memories still lingering in his mouth.
He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, feeling it swell and harden under his ministrations. Emma let out a low moan, her grip on his hair tightening as she ground her hips against his face.
“Yes, just like that,” she panted, her thighs clamping around his head. “Worship my cunt. Make me come all over your face.”
Luke persevered, his tongue delving deeper as he fucked Emma's tight channel. Her juices coated his chin and lips as he worked her harder, his own reluctant arousal growing in his pants.
With a sharp cry, Emma came undone, her pussy clenching and spasming around Luke's invading tongue as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Luke felt a gush of her essence flood his mouth and coat his face as she rode out the waves of her climax.
Finally, with a satisfied sigh, Emma released her grip on Luke's hair and let her legs fall open. Luke pulled back, gasping for air, his face glistening with her juices.
“Mmm, that was good,” a self-satisfied smirk on her lips. “I think I'm going to need you to do that more often, Luke.”
She sat up, reaching for her discarded clothes. “In fact, I don't want to have to keep knocking and waiting for you anymore. It's just easier if I have a key.”
Luke's eyes widened in alarm at Emma's casual request for a key to his house. He sat back on his heels, shaking his head vehemently.
“No, I don't think that's a good idea, Emma,” Luke protested, a note of panic in his voice. “Giving you a key... it's too much. You can't just come and go as you please.”
Emma's smirk faded, her green eyes hardening as she leveled a stern glare at Luke. “And why not?” she demanded, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. “After the way I let you served me with that filthy mouth of yours, I think I've more than earned the right to have access to this house whenever I want.”
She climbed off the bed and stepped closer to Luke, invading his personal space. He had to crane his neck back to maintain eye contact, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Listen here, you pathetic worm,” Emma said, jabbing a finger into Luke's chest. “My sister and I want to be able to pop in and visit you anytime we want. Isn't it obvious that you're our bitch now? That you exist to serve us and fulfill our every desire?”
Luke swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He knew he was at the mercy of these two cruel, sadistic sisters. Fighting back would only make things worse for him in the long run.
Emma's eyes flashed with impatience and annoyance at Luke's continued resistance. “Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Luke. Just give me the damn key, and maybe we can have a real nice, symbiotic relationship.” She paused, her voice dropping to a sinister whisper. “But if you insist on being difficult... well, let's just say Celia and I know how to make your life a living hell.”
Luke's shoulders slumped in defeat, realizing he had no choice but to comply. Emma's cruel smile returned as she watched the realization dawn on his face.
“Fine,” Luke said quietly, defeat heavy in his voice. “I'll give you a key.”
Emma's grin widened in triumph. “Excellent choice, Luke. I knew you were a smart boy deep down. You won't regret this.”
Emma snatched the key from Luke's hand and tucked it into her pocket after getting dressed. “I'll be seeing you real soon, Luke,” she said with a wink before making her way out of the room and out the front door, leaving Luke feeling violated and trapped.
Luke trudged back to the kitchen, his cold breakfast now completely unappetizing. He picked at it halfheartedly, his mind racing with thoughts of what the future held now that Emma and Celia had a key to his house. The taste of her arousal still lingered on his tongue as he ate his toast.
The rest of the day passed in an uneasy quiet, with Luke jumping at every small sound, wondering if one of the sisters would be popping in again unannounced. He cleaned up the mess from breakfast, then set about washing the blankets from the living room floor, running them though the washer twice trying to erase all traces of the sisters' presence.
Luke went to go watch some TV on his couch to take his mind off of things. As the sun began to set and shadows lengthened, Luke heard his front door being unlocked. Standing in his doorway was Celia using the key to let herself in. She made her way over by Luke on the couch.
“Hey, Luke,” she said, kicking off her shoes and making herself comfortable on the couch. “I'm bored, and I need you to rub my feet. I've had a long day, just got back from the gym, and they're killing me.”
Celia extended one leg, pointing her bare foot towards Luke expectantly. The scent of her feet was strong, the musky aroma of sweat filling the air. Luke's stomach turned knowing how bad her feet were on their first visit.
“And don't even think about complaining,” Celia added, a dangerous edge to her voice. “Unless you want me to call Emma in here to hold you down while I make you do it.”
Luke's shoulders slumped in defeat, and he got on the floor before Celia, taking her foot in his hands. Her skin was slick with sweat, and as he began to massage her foot, he felt her toes flex and curl under his touch.
As Luke dutifully massaged Celia's sweaty foot, she let out a content sigh, her eyes glued to the TV screen. Luke tried his best to focus on the task at hand, trying to block out the pungent cheesy scent of her unwashed feet.
Suddenly, Celia pulled her foot away from Luke's hands and pressed her toes against his lips, the slick, salty skin smearing across his mouth. “Lick them clean,” she ordered, a note of impatience in her voice. “I want to feel your tongue on every single toe.”
Luke hesitated for a moment before parting his lips and extending his tongue, the musky taste of Celia's foot filling his mouth as he began to lick each toe methodically. Celia let out a pleased hum, keeping her focus on the television.
“Mmm, this is nice,” she said, wiggling her toes against Luke's lips. “Having a key to your place is going to be so convenient. I can just pop over whenever I need a good foot rub or... other things.”
Luke shuddered at the implication, knowing all too well what "other things" might entail. He continued licking, his tongue tracing the curves and contours of Celia's foot, slurping up the sweat and grime.
“Maybe I can even skip showering altogether,” Celia mused, a wicked grin playing on her lips. “Wouldn't that be great? Having my own personal slave to clean me up whenever I get sweaty? And maybe...” She paused, considering something. “Maybe you can wash more than just my feet. I bet a pathetic worm like you would love to run your tongue all over my dirty body, wouldn't you?”
Luke said nothing, simply continuing to lick, his face now slick with Celia's sweat. The thought of having to clean her entire unwashed body with his tongue made his stomach churn, he didn’t like her calling him a slave either but inside he felt like he was.
After Luke had thoroughly licked Celia's feet clean to her satisfaction, she pulled it away and sat up on the couch. Luke sat back on his heels, his tongue tingling and his mouth coated with the taste of her sweat.
Suddenly, Celia let out a small grunt and stood up from the couch. She turned around and faced Luke, hiking up her skirt to expose the back of her panties.
“I feel a fart coming on,” she said casually, as if commenting on the weather. “Stick your face in there and catch it with your mouth open.”
Hesitantly, he got behind her on his knees and leaned forward to press his face between the globes of Celia's ass, his nose and mouth nestling in the fabric of her panties.
With a soft, wet sound, Celia released a small fart directly into Luke's face. It was a short, sharp burst of gas, not as pungent or overwhelming as the long, drawn-out assault from the day before. Even so, the taste and scent of it filled Luke's mouth and nostrils, making him gag slightly.
Celia, seemingly unperturbed, smoothed down her skirt and stepped away from Luke. “There, that's better,” she said, stretching languidly. “Thanks for the help.”
She made her way to the door, pausing to look back at Luke with a smirk. “Don't wait up for me. I'll be back whenever I feel like it, of course.”
With that, Celia left Luke alone in his living room, his face still tingling and his mind reeling at the thought of what the future would hold now that the sisters had a key to his house.
Luke decided to call it a night, turning off the TV and making his way to bed. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind swirling with anxious thoughts of what tomorrow might bring now that Emma and Celia had a key to his house. It took a long time for him to fall asleep but eventually he did.
Early the next morning, Luke was jolted awake by the feeling of his bed dipping on either side of him. He opened his eyes to find both Emma and Celia standing over him with their hands leading on his mattress, grinning down at his disheveled form. The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated their smug, self-satisfied expressions.
“Morning, Luke,” Emma greeted him cheerfully, while Celia simply smirked. “We have a bit of a situation here, and we need you to help us out.”
“What's that?” Luke asked groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He had a sinking feeling he knew exactly where this was going.
“Well, Celia and I both woke up with a real bad case of morning gas,” Emma explained, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “We need to release some of this pressure, if you know what I mean.”
Luke's stomach turned at the thought, memories of the time under the blanket fresh in his mind. But before he could respond, Celia chimed in, “And not only that, but we both woke up so horny. We need you to give us some nice, big orgasms too.”
Luke sat up in bed, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep as he tried to process the sisters' demands. He watched as they began to remove their pajamas, revealing their naked bodies in the early morning light.
Emma and Celia conferred briefly, their heads bent together as they whispered and giggled. Apparently, they had a plan.
“Okay, Luke,” Emma said, turning to him. “Here's what we're gonna do. You're going to lie on your back on the bed, and Celia's going to lie on top of you and put you in a reverse headscissors. Then, I'm gonna sit on your face and let 'er rip, if you know what I mean.”
With a heavy sigh, he lay back on the bed and allowed Celia to maneuver herself into position, straddling his head and locking her legs around his neck in a tight reverse headscissors.
Luke found himself staring up at Celia's naked ass, the musky scent of her arousal already strong in his nostrils. He felt Emma shift on the bed, and then the full weight of her ass pressed down against his upturned face, smothering him completely.
“Okay, here it comes,” Emma warned, and with a soft, wet sound, she let out a long, low fart directly onto Luke's face. The pungent, eye-watering stench filled his nose and mouth, making him gag and choke as Emma continued to release gas without mercy.
As Emma continued to fart on Luke's face, the stench growing more intense with each passing second, Celia grew impatient. She reached up and tapped Emma's thigh.
“Hey, lift up a bit,” Celia said. “I wanna add to the mix. I'm pretty backed up too.”
Emma lifted her ass just enough for Celia to have a straight shot to his nose. Lukes head trapped in a cave of ass cheeks. The dual scent of their asses was overwhelming as Celia began to let out her own stream of morning farts.
Their gas blended together, a noxious cocktail of stale, acrid stink assaulting Luke's senses. They took turns, one sister releasing then the other. This went on for a solid fifteen minutes, Luke's head trapped in a vice of smelly ass cheeks as he gasped and choked on the putrid air.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sisters seemed to have emptied their bowels. They lifted themselves off Luke's head, allowing him to gulp down precious, fresh air.
“Okay, that's enough of that,” Emma said, wiping her brow dramatically. “Now, for the main event.”
Celia smirked back at Luke, her fingers already drifting between her thighs. “Time for us to get off, slave. I hope you haven't forgotten how to use that tongue of yours.”
Luke sat up gasping and coughing as the much-needed fresh air filled his lungs. Emma and Celia moved to sit on the edge of the bed in front of him, their naked bodies glistening in the morning light streaming through the window.
“Okay, slave,” Emma said, spreading her legs invitingly. “You heard Celia. It's time for you to make us come.”
Celia smirked and mirrored Emma's pose, revealing her own dripping wet pussy. “That's right. Get down on your knees and put that tongue to good use. If you do a good job, maybe we'll let you breathe again.”
Luke knew he had no choice. He slid off the bed and knelt on the floor between the sisters' spread thighs. The musky scent of their arousal hung heavy in the air, more pleasant but almost as overwhelming as the stench of their morning farts.
He leaned in, starting with Emma, and dragged his tongue along her slit. She let out a soft moan, encouraging him to continue. Luke circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before suckling on it greedily, spurred on by Emma's increasingly loud cries of pleasure.
As he pleasured Emma with his mouth, Luke reached over with his hand and began to finger Celia's dripping cunt. He pumped two, then three fingers in and out of her, curling them to rub against her G-spot as he flicked his tongue rapidly over Emma's clit.
Luke continued his oral and digital assault on the sisters' most intimate areas, spurred on by their increasingly loud moans and cries of pleasure. He could feel Emma's body tensing, her inner walls fluttering around his tongue as he suckled and licked her sensitive clit.
At the same time, Celia's pussy clenched and spasmed around his plunging fingers, her arousal dripping down his hand as he pumped in and out of her. The sisters' moans grew higher in pitch, their breathing becoming ragged and erratic.
With a final, hard suck on Emma's clit and a deep thrust of his fingers into Celia's dripping cunt, both sisters let out a unified cry of ecstasy. Their bodies shuddered and convulsed, their pussies gushing and spasming as they came hard and fast.
“AHHHHH! FUCK YES! DON'T STOP!” Emma screamed, her juices flooding Luke's mouth as she rode out her intense orgasm.
“OHHHH GOD, I'M... I'M CUMMING!” Celia wailed, her pussy squirting its release all over Luke's hand as she too reached her peak.
Their combined orgasms seemed to go on forever, the sisters' bodies intertwined as they rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through them. Luke did his best to continue stimulating them, wanting to prolong their climax for as long as possible.
As the sisters finally came down from their intense orgasmic highs, they both let out contented sighs, their naked bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat. Emma and Celia exchanged satisfied smirks, pleased with Luke's thorough servicing.
“Mmm, that was just what we needed,” Emma purred, stretching languidly. “But we're not done with you yet, slave.”
“Nope,” Celia agreed, a wicked glint in her eye. “We're going to take a little nap now, and we want you to join us.”
The sisters both lied down on the edges of the bed, patting the mattress between them. They expected Luke to understand their unspoken command.
“We're going to lie down on either side of you,” Emma instructed. “And you're going to lay at the foot of the bed. While we relax, we want you to keep our feet happy with your tongue.”
Luke knew better than to argue. He climbed onto the bed and lay down in the center, his head at the foot of the bed, their naked bodies pressing against his.
As they settled in, Emma wiggled her toes in Luke's face. “Start licking, slave. And don't stop until we tell you to.”
Luke leaned forward and began to drag his tongue along the sole of Emma's foot, tasting the salt and sweat that had accumulated there from the day before. At the same time, Celia presented her own foot to his other cheek, the musky scent of her unwashed foot filling his nostrils.
Luke spent what felt like hours with his face trapped between the sisters' feet, dutifully licking and suckling on their sweat-soaked soles. He couldn't tell which one of them had reached into his sweatpants and begun to slowly stroke his hardening cock, but he could feel it throbbing and twitching with each squeeze of his sensitive flesh.
The sisters seemed to take turns teasing him, one pumping his shaft feverishly until he was on the very precipice of orgasm, only to abruptly stop and allow his desperation to build once more. They did this over and over, conditioning his body and mind to crave the release that they alone could provide.
Through the fog of his arousal, Luke could hear the sisters murmuring and giggling to each other, no doubt amused by the power they held over him. He could feel their feet growing slick with his spit as his licking caused the stink to fade away.
As the hours ticked by the sun began to rise higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the debauched scene in the bedroom, Luke's jaw ached and his cock throbbed almost painfully, desperate for the sisters to either allow him to cum or to finally take pity on him and end this torturous teasing.
As the sisters' teasing continued, their hands never ceasing their relentless fondling of Luke's aching cock and balls, he could feel his eyelids growing heavy. The combination of the long three days, the intense oral use, and the sheer exhaustion from the constant stimulation had taken its toll.
Luke's tongue slowed its movements, his licks becoming sluggish and less enthusiastic as sleep began to claim him. Just as he was about to drift off completely, he noticed the sisters' breathing had slowed and deepened, their bodies growing still and relaxed.
Taking this as his cue, Luke carefully extricated himself from between their feet, his jaw aching and his cock throbbing almost painfully as got a chance to take a break. The sisters, lost in slumber, paid him no mind as he shifted to rest his head.
Luke studied their peaceful, angelic faces, a stark contrast to the wicked, lustful expressions they wore when awake. He knew they would likely be furious if they caught him not following orders to the letter, but he was just too tired and sore to continue.
Luke took a moment to marvel at the oddity of the situation. Here he was, sandwiched between two incredibly beautiful and sexy women, his cock aching for release, and yet feeling a strange sense of contentment wash over him. Maybe it was the conditioning or maybe he just felt like he really did belong to them. He wasn’t sure but he knew he was going to be spending a lot of time with his new neighbors.