EXTRACT FOR
PUNISHING TARA AND AMY
(Kim Hardwick)

"Amy!  Your tits are almost out of your sweater!  You slut!"  Tara was beside herself.  These two were fast approaching that state of inebriation where women are no longer sexy and desirable but rancid refuse worthy of a gang bang.

I smiled politely and concentrated on my steak and internally began to curse myself for allowing myself to get dragged into this rapidly deteriorating cluster fuck.

Mercifully the two firecrackers kept the conversation to a minimum and Tara managed to keep Amy from finishing her strip routine, much to Matias' disappointment.  Nevertheless, he maintained his cheerful demeanor and kept stealing glances at Amy.  

I, on the other hand, concentrated on what was important, the steak, and managed to salvage a memorable meal from what was threatening to be a disaster and in the end, was satisfied that my trip to Spain was worth the time and effort.  Although different from American steakhouses, the great steakhouses of Spain are in their own way, superior to their American counterparts.  

"So Marcus, what about that date with the tapas bars?  Are you ready to take us on?"  Amy suddenly took an interest in me.

"Amy, I was born ready!"

Paying our bills (if those two thought I was going to pick up their check, they had another thing coming; I already paid for their bottle of wine.  I'll buy the first couple of rounds at the tapas bar but that's it unless they show an interest in getting hogtied and flogged), I gently escorted them out of the restaurant and tried to flag a taxi.  Soon enough, one was found and I directed the livery driver to take us to Danon Txokoa, one of the nicer bars in the city (classy bars tend to loosen uninhibited sluts even more than dives).

"Marcus, your thigh is very hard; and I love your cologne; you wouldn't be trying to seduce us, would you?"  Oh boy, here it comes.  Hopefully the driver's command of English is basic because the fact is when sluts hit on a man as aggressively as Amy has, there is only one response opened to a heterosexual cave man.  

I smiled and grabbed Amy's hand and placed it on my crotch, while Tara, looking on obviously frustrated that she wasn't sitting next to me, gasped.  I told Amy, "I'm very shy; I hope you and Tara don't take advantage of me."

Both girls laughed in a loud drunken manner, while Amy gave my pride and joy a knowing squeeze.  She leaned in, gave me a light kiss and whispered, "You better have your energy level up, Marcus; I have plans for you tonight!"

"Hey!  I saw him first, you slut!  Don't hog him all to yourself."  

If only these two realized what I had planned for them.  Like lambs to the slaughter.  The metaphor not only brought a welcome sense of good will and humor, but provided the impetus for my erection.  

Closing my eyes, listening to these two fertile white sluts fight over who was going to squeeze my cock, I carefully planned out tonight's carnage.  It would be gloriously barbaric, breathtakingly painful and at the end, most cathartic for all parties.  I just knew that my sperm dripping from their lips and nose tips would more than make up for the abuse I would have to take from them.

And as far as they were concerned, my seed would be the crescendo, the fitting end to a night filled with prime aged beef, drunken revelry, savage flogging and a much anticipated destruction of their nipples and clits.  

"Don't fight now girls, there's plenty for both of you.  I have an idea, let's leave the tapas bar for later, and first go to my apartment in Bilbao.  It's not that far and we can freshen up a bit and you can see just how hard I live."

That proposal went over splendidly.  They quickly and enthusiastically agreed to forego the bar hopping until after they've had some 'fun' with me.

"Marcus, don't be so mysterious!  I don't like bad boys who keep secrets."  Amy had been a good sport and moved over to allow Tara the opportunity to inspect the slab of man meat they were going to wrestle with later.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, you gorgeous hunk, what you do for a living." The way she gripped my cock and stroked it through my trousers suggested she meant business; she's wasn't playing any games.

"Well, Tara, if you insist; I wash lettuce for Taco Bell."

Amy laughed and calls me a prick while Tara just leaned over and started kissing me.  As I reached up and started to do unspeakably erotic things to her pointy nipples, I saw the taxi driver starting at us via the rear view mirror.  He gave me a shit eating grin and winked at me.  These Basques sure appreciate a man taking care of business, that's for sure.

"I shouldn't be doing this; I'm going to get married in a few weeks.  I have to stop!"  So she says but she doesn't pull away from my hungry lips or hands.  Nor does she back off as I lift her up and straddle her on my slab of concrete, also known as my cock.  

With the soon to be  bride sitting astride my encased erection, rocking back and forth, grinding her pussy on my cock, Amy takes the opportunity to scoot over and start running her curious hands and tongue over my body.  I feel so used.

"Girls, please, I'm not that kind of guy."

For some reason, they ignored me and continued with their carnal abuse.  Amy in particular, managed to fit her hand and thin forearm down inside my waistband was doing her best to reach my cock and choke it.  She's so nasty.

Tara wasn't too far behind in the perversion index as her non-stop groping of my chest, nipples and abs lent credence to the old saying 'play hard to get until the bitch rapes you.'  Each one of them was really putting on a show in the back seat. Unfortunately, I couldn't really enjoy myself because of the chauffer's erratic driving.  The swarmy pervert kept scoping us out in his rear view mirror; wouldn't surprise me if he was choking HIS chicken.

I told him in my flawless Spanish to concentrate on driving or else I would report his ass to the Civil Guard (Spain's version of state troopers).  That sobered him up quick.  And almost as soon as I said it, I felt bad.  After all, he is a dude too.  I was determined to make it up later with a big tip.

Almost as soon as I finished scolding the driver, he said we were at my apartment.  Peering past Tara's hair, I saw he was right.  Talk about time flying when you're having fun.  

"Girls, we're at my place; time to exit the car."

"NOOOO!  I'm almost ready to cum!" Tara was whining like a little brat.  She's going to be doing a great deal of whining and screaming later.

Paying the cabbie (tripling his tip), while having two horny women trying to stick their hands down my pants is quite the feat.  Even the driver nodded in acknowledgment of my situation.

"Marcus, you bad boy, you can't keep your cock away from us!"  Amy was really pissed that Tara got the salami ride instead of her.

"Trust me Amy, by the time I'm done with you both, your pussy will wish you had never met me."

That started yet another round of giggling, but, to my astonishment, my not so subtle hint that something horrible would happen to them later on didn't faze their ardor; not in the least.  They were going after my cock and doing their best to destroy or the very least rip off my zipper.  And in public no less.  This will be one very interesting night.

Tara successfully tore up the front of my trousers (Bergdorf Men, $850 Merino wool) and extracted my stiff, throbbing cock and knelt in front and began to fellate my cock to no end.  

"Girls, please, I'm more than just a sex symbol; I'm a human being with feelings!"

I love flinging that shit back at women.

Tara, and then Amy, struggling both at the same time to orally display their love of my cock, were oblivious to the fact that we were engaged in a salacious and illegal (probably; I really am not familiar with Spanish laws regarding public displays of sex or in the alternative, rape.  Yes, I was being raped by two out of control horny women in their fertile state and I was so debased) notwithstanding the fact that the limo driver honked his horn as he left, laughing and shouting out something to us, and a couple walking across the street with their dog cheered us on.  

"Girls, can we please hold off on licking my piss hole and sucking my balls until we get inside my apartment?  Would it be too much to ask?"