"Not yet. I want this too. Just as much as both of you. But not yet. Only when I say."
Jack's voice echoes throughout the loft, as he grows into his role as "referee". Our obvious desire for him, and loathing for each other, making his tone confident and authoritative. He makes it clear he is in charge and will brook no argument from either of us. He slaps Annette and I firmly on the ass, forcing us ever closer together, as we bump tits and snarl inches from each other's face.
We stand breast-to-breast, giddy with nervous tension. Chomping at the bit to put hands on one another. To bend the other to her will and show Jack who the better woman is. Lingering on the precipice; waiting for Jack's approval. The command that will grant us permission to do exactly what we are aching to do. The command to catfight.
A command Jack stubbornly refuses to give...
He places a hand on my bare shoulder, and then Annette's. Whispering gently to both of us...
"Kneel."
Confused, but compliant, we drop to our knees either side of him. Jack unbuckles his belt and lets his pants fall to the floor. His stiff cock pops out as he lowers his boxers, hovering and swaying between our quivering lips. We kneel tit-to-tit before him. Defiant to each other, but subservient to his desires. I can tell he loves every second of it. His excited cock practically throbs inches from our faces.
"You two are the sexiest and most beautiful women I have ever known. I love and desire both of you. And I know you feel the same way about me. Before you settle this as women, I want one more thing. I want both of you to suck my cock. Together. To pleasure me until I spill my cum over both of you. Then face each other with my scent, my cum on your tits. I want you to feel me on your skin and smell my scent as you struggle body-to-body. I want you to think of me as you catfight..."
Without a word, both Annette and I lean forward. Our lips meet just below his navel, peppering the head of Jack's cock with soft kisses. Our tongues working in tandem to lick his long shaft, smearing lipstick and saliva on the man we both love. Our fingertips cupping and rubbing his ballsack; coaxing him closer and closer to orgasm. I feel him tremble and groan as he reluctantly steps back from Annette and I.
His cock is red and angry; ready to erupt. He poles his hand up and down his shaft and grunts loudly as thick spurts of semen spew forth. His warm, sticky cum splashes our chins and necks, pooling in the valley of our compressed tits. Clearly excited, Jack gushes over both of us, a potent orgasm that feels warm and plentiful on my skin.
In a post-orgasmic haze, he croaks: "Stand up and take a step back..."
As if transfixed, we both do as we are bid. I rub Jacks cum into my skin and smell him on my hands as I step away. It drives me wild. I look across at Annette and know the same emotions course through her. Healthy dollops of Jack's load adorn her snow-white skin. The refined hostess from downstairs replaced by a feral, red-blooded woman with needs. Our dispute feels primal and that excites me.
The sheen of Jack's cum slick on our bodies; bright and wet under the fluorescent lighting of Annette's loft.
And then it comes.
At long last.
The words we've both been longing to hear...
"Ladies... Catfight!"