A few hours after leaving John was back with the shopping. After opening the front door with some difficulty he walked in and kicked the door shut. He took his time climbing the first set of stairs carrying his many bags, (his shoulder was killing him. Maybe Alice would massage it for him...) and was thoroughly confused as to why the living room door was closed. And locked no less. Weird...
The army doctor just sighed and hefted his right hand to use his keys to unlock the door. He went straight to the kitchen and started putting everything away, cold goods first. Once that was done he realized Alice hadn't come to help...nor had Sherlock called out that he hoped John had gotten his Japanese candy.
"Sherlock? Alice?"
He was met with silence. He frowned and went searching. No one was in the sitting room, the bathroom or even his room upstairs. Coming back down the second flight John was thinking about where he flat mates could be.
Had they gone out? Sherlock would've texted him had they gotten a case and he hasn't received one text. Alice went out at times but she also would've texted or left a note. John walked back into the main sitting room on his way to the kitchen when he heard a small noise.
It sounded like...a moan?
And it sounded like it had come from...Sherlock's room.
Bloody hell?
The fact that he hasn't checked his partner's room occurred to John and he slowly approached the door, listening intently.
"Oh yes look at that..."
That was Sherlock's voice. He sounded…aroused.
"I followed your order right at the beginning of my last class. I've been ready for an hour and a half… Did I do good Sir? Was I a good girl?"
Now that was Alice...what the hell...were they...
John acted on impulse and slowly pushed the already cracked door open all the way.
And froze. Sherlock was sitting on his bed, legs dangling off the side closest to John. On his lap, laying face down was Alice. She was naked.
Well her bottom half was. Her tights and purple shirt had been thrown on the floor and her skirt pushed up. Her arse was red and there was...something in it.
John had no idea what to do. He wanted to add to the red marks on her ass and squeezes the flesh, he damn well might've had they not been squarely in his friend's lap.
"Ah, hello John. You're home just in time" Sherlock looked up at his doctor and smiled a cheeky smile.
Alice lifted her head from the covers and twisted to look behind her, "John?" Before she could turn all the way however Sherlock delivered a smack squarely onto the flared base sticking out of the teacher's ass.
"Did I say you could move?" Sherlock's voice was demanding, controlling. It was a voice John heard very rarely.
Alice yelped and gasped loudly before turning around and burying her face in the covers again. She wriggled on Sherlock's lap a bit and replied but it was muffled.
Sherlock delivered another slap, this one harder John could tell by the sound it made.
"What was that?"
"No sir...," came the reply as she turned her head to the side.
John finally found his voice.
"H-home in time for what? How long has this been going on?"
He was angry now. His flat mates shagging right under his nose? He felt betrayed. He had no real claim to Alice, he knew and Sherlock had been acting funny, yes, but he hadn't said anything. Sherlock's behavior did make sense now though. His little...slave or shag buddy or whatthefuckever flirted and cuddled with his partner. Of course the detective was angry.
"This has been going on between Alice and me for two and a half weeks, but this," he tugged slowly on the base of the toy, and John couldn't help but watch as a clear sex toy, about the thickness of his two fingers all the around the circumference slide out of Alice. The hole fluttered and was slightly open, its owner moaning softly as it slid out.
"Has been going on for almost a year eh? My little slut?" Sherlock finished and set the toy on a towel next to him on the bed.
"Yes sir," came Alice's voice, higher pitched than normal with arousal.
Sherlock looked at John. "Before you speak let me explain. Our little teacher here has a guilty pleasure. Anal toys. She discovered this about a year ago. Whilst living with us of course the opportunities for self pleasure were vastly limited so she took to walking around the flat and her work with a plug inside her. Isn't that deliciously naughty?" He squeezed and kneaded the pliant and red ass cheeks in front of him as he talked; just as John had been imagining this morning. "So you see John, she would saunter around being a closet slut and when she couldn't take it anymore she'd go "shower" and take care of it. Apparently we're both so attractive she always thought about us to get off. I discovered her little secret, I had had my suspicions for a while so really I was just proving myself right, and I gave her release. We gave each other release…"
The dark haired man suddenly grabbed his captive's hair and pulled her head up. "Tell him what you told me. Tell him what you call him in your fantasies. Go on. Stand and look him straight in the eyes" Sherlock released her hair and allowed her to gently lower herself off the bed.
John watched as that lovely red bum and pink open hole disappeared as her skirt fell back down. She walked until she was within grabbing distance and looked him in the eyes. Hers were big and blue and...Lustful, yes lustful for him not just Sherlock… His were brown and disbelieving, and ok yes, pissed off.
"I call you Captain Watson." She moved her hair from her eyes and bit her lip for a moment. "I like to imagine that you're my commanding officer and that I've broken a rule…so you have to punish me. You'll tie me up and spank me…never touching where I want you to most."
John's breath hitched the slightest bit… oh yes he'd like to punish her. Punish her for coming to Sherlock first and not him. He'd never really be into anal on women (He had been with a few men and he was always on top), but faced with this woman he not only respected but really liked being a...a…an ass slut…he was quite ready to shove all of himself inside that already stretched hole and see what noises would come out of her. John bet they were fucking brilliant.
Under John's gaze the teacher was obviously getting impatient. She shifted from foot to foot, some of her dark hair covering some of her face while John took in her expression, and mentally imagined what she look like with that tank top and bra off…
Alice started whining, "Please sirs...I need something. Please... from either one of you I-"
John barked, "NO!" He didn't know where it came from, that was his soldier voice. A tone that commanded. He wasn't going to listen to her beg for them both right now, it was him and her, HE was the only one she'd be begging for in a moment. Alice shivered at his tone while Sherlock raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"See John? I told you this would be good for you; let out some of those Alpha Male feelings you suppress around me." The detective's eyes glimmered. "Order her around. Go on. I think I'll just observe." He turned to Alice and said, "You are to obey John as you obey me do you understand pet?"
"Yes sir", the dark hair was moved from her face and John found himself looking at those blue eyes. Fucking hell. The woman's face was flushed pink, her lower lip red from biting it and her mouth was open and inviting...fine.
She wanted them both?
She'd fucking get them both.
Plus it's not like John hadn't had an erection for 10 minutes anyway. He walked over to Alice and pulled on her clothes until her top half was naked. Her skin was slightly flushed pink everywhere, and god it was lovely. Her breasts were paler, with exquisite dark red buds that hardened in the cool air of the room (Sherlock liked the cold so he could bundle up at night); her cup size was C and John knew that they would fit perfectly into his hands… He took the opportunity to test that after removing his gloves and was oh so glad when he found he was right; they fit perfectly, they were warm and now they were his. He squeezed none too gently and she moaned and puts her hands over his; her chilly fingers sending a shiver down his spine that went straight to his pants.
"Captain Watson…" John smirked and squeezed again before capturing her mouth in a devouring kiss; he pulled her flush against him loving how her warm body could be felt through his jumper and trousers. God he was aching. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and pulled back enough to unwind his scarf. She dropped them unceremoniously onto the floor and threaded her fingers into his hair; she went to kiss him again but was grabbed by Sherlock. He had her breasts in his long pale fingers and his mouth by her ear.
"What the fuck Sherlock?!," John shouted.
"What did I say pet? No touching another man's hair," the sociopath took her nipples between two fingers on each hand and pulled them forward, eliciting a gasp and whimper from Alice. "I love the way you touch and pull my hair and I get quite jealous you know this… Don't worry John, you'll be getting your fun but she's still to follow my rules you know. So she won't be touching your hair again will you?" He gave the sensitive nerve endings another tug and she let oh a gorgeous noise that sent John into a mental tizzy; he was sure it affected Sherlock the same by the small growl he heard.
"No sir, I'm sorry sir," she panted out. "C-can I please kiss him again at least? I want to feel his tongue in my mouth" Her tone was begging (for him, John reminded himself and he smirked); she licked her lips, showing the sweet army doctor that she liked his taste. John was going to motherfucking punch Sherlock if he didn't get to touch her again. Patience in sexual encounters was not his strong suit.
"Sherlock you've made your point now let her go. It's my turn to have her." John couldn't care less that he was speaking about her like she was a toy. Right now she was, and she wanted it that way, they all did.
"Now, now John of course it's your turn. No need to be so angry," Sherlock released Alice and pulled her skirt down. There was that red bum again, still so divine; her hips and thighs had silver stretch marks from her growing days but they were barely visible because of her complexion. John just wanted to kiss them all over. Her pussy was shaven but the dark hair had started growing back in again; he couldn't fucking care less. All of her was beautiful. John started to step closer, to order Alice into a position but his partner (soon to be punched out partner if he didn't stop this shit), beat him to it.
"Lie down with your face into the pillow, ass up" The teacher complied and fuck, was it a grand sight. Sherlock looked at John and removed his suit jacket. "Go on then John…I'll be observing" The detective left his coat on the bed and went to sit in a chair in the corner.
"Stay still," John ordered and didn't even wait for her to nod before slapping both her ass cheeks considerably hard in quick succession.
"Oh fuck! Yes sir...thank you" She was gripping the sheets and John could actually see her juices wetting her folds. His erection throbbed and begged to know why it wasn't buried inside. "You like things in your ass then Alice?" He rubbed his forefinger against the pink pucker; a little surprised that is was still slightly damp with lube. Alice leaned back into his finger groaning.
"Yes John." John hit the back of her thigh, his hand connecting with a satisfying thwack. He was enjoying this more than he probably should be; but fuck it. "That's Captain Watson to you, slut" Alice grabbed Sherlock's headboard and pulled her upper half up; she turned her head back to look at him with such admiration and love, not just lust, that his resolve was almost broken. He delivered a matching hit to her other thigh, just to keep things even.
"Yes Captain Watson...," she licked her lips and his eyes bulged hungrily. Sherlock spoke up; John had forgotten the man had been just standing and watching.
"Would you like to put something in there John? It's quite entertaining." The detective walked to his other nightstand and John watched while he kept putting pressure on the hot hole under his finger intermittently, loving how it started to open up to suck his finger in. Sherlock reached into his bottom nightstand drawer and took out a small bottle of lube and a smaller version of the clear plug John had watched him pull out of Alice.
"It was her favorite before I bought her that new one wasn't it pet?" Alice nodded and looked excitedly between the two men. The detective offered the bottle to his partner. "Here you can feel her for yourself before you put this in if you want, you look like you're enjoying this," Sherlock smirked. "I thought you might."
John wanted to tell him to shut up, but he couldn't deny it. So he removed his finger from her bottom (she whimpered a bit at the loss), and held them out to Sherlock; who squirted the cool liquid into them. John couldn't help but notice Sherlock's pants looked very tight. "Why don't you occupy her mouth while I do this?" He wanted to see what she looked like with a cock in her mouth while he worked her little ass open.
Sure, Sherlock had pissed him off but as long as he got Alice too none of it really mattered… Well it might if Sherlock doesn't share her but for now he wanted to focus on the present.
John rubbed the pads of two of his lubricated fingers around the brunette's hole and quite enjoyed the sight of it fluttering and opening for him. He pushed a finger in and the tight muscle clamped around it; God he nearly came it felt so good. Hot and tight…. He moaned and began pushing it all the way in and pulling it out.
The doctor barely registered Sherlock replying to him. "What a wonderful idea John. But she'll need to be on her back," the detective was already undoing his belt and pushing his trousers down along with his pants to reveal his impressive cock. Thick enough that Alice's fingers could encircle it but not overlap and long enough to make John a teeny bit jealous. John removed his finger and roughly repositioned Alice on her back. She didn't seem to mind; actually she looked quite excited.
"What a dream come true, both my boys taking what they want from me," she grinned. "Please give me more Captain... I'm just dying for it" she started to touch her glistening pussy, (it deserves attention too doesn't it?), but Sherlock grabbed her hand and sucked the juice off her fingers.
"Who said you could touch your pussy? I didn't and John certainly didn't," Sherlock wore that predator look again; he climbed onto the bed, naked from the waist down and shoved the head of his cock into her pink little mouth. "Go on then."
John fucking loved this. An equal partnership had never really existed between him and Sherlock. Sherlock was so commanding and John treated him like he was his superior officer most of the time, unless he was being a twat. But here…here with this woman they were equal. They were both her masters and she would obey them both. He sends his non-lubed hand to unbutton his jeans, pushes them down and pulls himself out. He was nothing to laugh at, shorter than Sherlock but had a nice girth. He was already leaking precum and the head was swollen.
"Look Alice. Look at what you've been dreaming about," he gave himself a few harsh strokes as she kept working her mouth around Sherlock but flicked her eyes to him. They got big and she moaned around Sherlock's head, which made the detective sigh happily. She popped off and moved her fist on the shaft in front of her, looking right at John.
"Oh please put that in me Captain. Please." John smirked at how desperate she was and slapped her stomach, just because he liked making her skin red. He could see how Sherlock had been unable to resist.
"No, not just yet," he liked the groan as she made her mouth slack for Sherlock who had pushed back in, and who proceeded to fuck it mercilessly. John wasted no time and pushed two of his fingers into Alice's arse, relishing in the feeling of it trying to swallow them up. He uses his other hand to rub the wetness between her folds and found he could easily stick three of his fingers in there. He started a brutal pace; when three fingers went in the other two were pushed in as well. Then those two became three and John could feel the precum just dripping out as he watched the woman writhe.
Alice managed to moan loudly around Sherlock's cock during this assault and Sherlock shared a grin with John. The consulting detective pushed himself all the way down Alice's throat and she gagged a bit but took it like a champ, tears forming in her eyes. John could see the mass of Sherlock inside her and slowed in his fingers just to admire the sight.
"Brilliant isn't she? And she's all ours John," Sherlock pulled out roughly and Alice coughed. John couldn't take it anymore. "Hand me the ass plug," he pulled all of his fingers from her orifices as Sherlock complied and gave him the lube also. John grabbed her face and made her look into his eyes, "I'm going to put this in your ass you little tart, then I'm going to shove myself into your dripping quim and fuck you until you cum, screaming for your Captain. Then I'm going to take the plug out and fuck your ass until I cum. I want to see it spill out of you."
The woman's breathing sped up considerably.
Sherlock looked completely delighted that his friend had taken to this. When John released her face Sherlock made Alice look at him and said in a low voice, "And I'm going to continue to fuck your mouth until I cum, and you will swallow every drop."
Sherlock languidly stroked her reddened lips and she whispered, "God yes please, please Sirs."
"You're going to be quite sore," John smirked and slicked the toy up, then he slowly pushed it against her asshole; watching with desire and amazement as the muscles greedily pulled it inside. "Such a greedy ass, craving something to fill it," John said while lining his cock at her main entrance.
"It wants your cum to fill it captain," she licked her lips and made eye contact with John, then Sherlock, her two masters. "And my mouth wants yours Sir. Fill it up please?" The pleading tone was hard to ignore.
"Oh yes I know it does." Sherlock looked at John. "At the same time?"
John nodded. "I'll count."
Sherlock lined himself up at Alice's mouth and John started counting.
"One...two...three!"
