He was sat up in bed as she entered the room. There was no smile on his face as he took in the sight of the young fair haired girl dressed in just a white, see-through nightdress that rested on her hips and a pair of matching see-through panties; instead there was a look of pain.
Neither was he sat up voluntarily; his arms were outstretched and tied to the bedposts of the large headboard by short ropes attached to wristbands. His legs were also attached to the bottom posts of the bed via ropes attached to his ankles. His legs though were not wide apart; instead they were straight.
Elle looked at his naked and vulnerable state as she walked the short distance from the door to the bed. His large penis was erect and shining from baby oil that had been slowly rubbed into him by the long, dark haired woman sat on the bed next to him. Sandra handed her the bottle as she climbed on the bed the other side. “Rub some in if you like Elle, darling.” She told her.
Elle smiled at the naked older woman and thanked her before leaning across and giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. Sandra and Elle were lovers and the man tied on the bed was Sandra’s husband Don.
“Forgive me,” Sandra said. “You haven’t been introduced have you? Don, this Elle, Elle this Don.”
Don looked at her and gave a half smile as he nodded. Elle rose slightly so that she could kiss him on the lips. Her thigh came into deliberate contact with his cock and he groaned. “Pleased to meet you.” She told him.
Don knew that his wife had bisexual tendencies but he had not known that she had a lover until a few minutes ago. Don was of the old fashioned male school and frowned on any relationship other than the natural male and female ones. Sandra had wanted to tell him about her nineteen year old lover for a while now. She hated the secrecy and subterfuge; she preferred things to be out in the open where she could relax and enjoy herself. Don though had sexual peccadilloes of his own; he liked to be dominated sexually and he liked to be teased.
Many times they had done this; Don being tied to the bed while Sandra dressed in just stockings and suspenders aroused him to a state of pain. Yes it was painful; masturbated slowly to the point of cumming and left to hang while she talked dirty to him and teased him. She knew how to keep him erect; keep him at the point of orgasm; keep in a state of heightened arousal.
Gradually he would start to leak pre-cum; small amounts at first as she rubbed her finger over the slit in the top of his penis; small dribbles that oozed out as she verbally teased him; small runs of cum that gradually became a trickle. Sometimes she would kiss his cock and then kiss his lips, allowing him to taste his own juices; other times she would hold his cock in her fingers and make him beg her to finish him off.
Sometimes she would take him to the edge four or five times; each time letting him believe that this would be the finally time. Sometimes she would finish him off; take him past that point of no return; take him to the finish where his cum shot from his cock as he screamed in ecstasy. There were times though when she would stop and untie his right hand and make him finish himself off.
This was the beauty of her domination of him for Don; he never knew how he was finally going to achieve his orgasm. He always knew he would cum but as to the how and when that was down to Sandra. Little did he realise it but she was not just wife; she was also his Domme.
Tonight had started like any other night; the stripping for her; the submitting to be tied to the bed; the watching of her strip down to her stockings; the nestling up to him on the bed and the dirty talk and then the slow, sensual massage of his cock. But there had never been any mention of another woman until now.
Tonight as Sandra took him to the point of orgasm for the first time she rested her finger on the tip of cock and told her about Elle. As she told him, Elle had slipped into the house, as arranged, and stripped in the spare bedroom; by the time she came into the bed room Don was in no state to refuse or object to anything.
“You don’t mind me touching your cock do you Don?” Elle asked as she rubbed the oil into her hands.
Don just grunted.
“It’s such a lovely big cock.” She told him as she wrapped her hand around him.
He grunted again.
“Bet this would feel good inside my tight pussy.” She teased as she stroked him.
Don groaned loudly and Sandra reached across and held Elle’s hand to stop any further movement. She knew that he almost ready to erupt.
“Would you like to see Elle’s pussy Darling?” She asked him.
His eyes were glazed over now.
Elle sat up and straddled his chest and Sandra reached around and ran her fingers down the groove in her panties. “Such a lovely pussy Darling.” She said. “Would you like to kiss it?” Sandra said as Elle raised herself up and pushed her bottom forward.
She was inches from his face now and she knew that he could smell her female scent. Sandra rested her hand on Ell’s bottom and gently pushed her forward until his face was touching me mound. “You can taste her if you want Darling.” Sandra said as she reached back and held onto his erection.
Don’s groan was loud and very audible.
Elle reached down and pulled the edge of her panties across her pussy and pushed against his lips. “Taste me if you want to Don.” She said.
Don didn’t need asking again as his tongue shot from his lips. Sandra looked on still gripping his cock tightly as he tongued her. “Make her cum darling and I will let you cum as well.” She told him as she moved her hand up and down just the once.
His tongue was already working furiously between her swollen, shaven pussy lips. He wished his hands were free so that he could manoeuvre properly but he did manage to delve inside her wet pussy and tease her clitty.
Sandra released his cock and then got Elle to stand so that she could take off her panties, allowing her to squat directly over his face. “Come on Don taste my pussy.” She told him.
He didn’t need to be told; his tongue was already reaching for her pink, swollen pussy lips. “That’s it Don, go deep inside.”
Again he didn’t need telling. Don loved to delve deep inside and feed on the sweet juices that flowed, but he had to stop for a moment to take in air as he groaned loudly. Sandra had taken Elle’s panties and was rubbing them over the tip of his cock, The combination of the lacy material touching his very sensitive tip was almost too much to bear and his leakage was more prominent now.
On top of this Sandra was also torturing him with teasing words, “Would you like to fuck her Darling?” She asked him.
It was a silly question. He groaned.
“Bet you would like Elle to edge herself back and sink down on your cock wouldn’t you?”
Almost as if on cue Elle moved backwards until her pussy was hovering over his cock. She lowered herself down so that his tip was actually touching her pussy lips. Don’s tortured face stared at the sight of her open cunt hovering so close to him. Then Sandra’s hand appeared in view with fingers wrapped around Elle’s panties; taking hold of his cock she began to move her hand slowly up and down, not to masturbate him but to wipe up the stream of cum leaking from him.
“Are you ready to cum Darling?” She asked him.
Again it was a silly question. Don, with eyes almost closed and face contorted, moaned yes and then asked her to make him cum. “Please make me cum.” He said.
Her hand stopped.
“Please Sandra.” He begged. “Please let me cum.”
Elle leant forward and resting against the headboard with both hands kissed him on the forehead “Can I fuck you, Don?” She taunted.
“Please do it; please fuck me.” He begged.
Elle pulled back but it was only to take her panties from Sandra. “You have made my panties very messy, Don.” She told him as she pressed them to his lips.
He could smell the aroma of her juices and he could feel his own cum against his mouth. “You’re a very dirty boy you know, Don.” She told him as she wiped them across his face, pressing the wettest parts inside his mouth.
Sandra reached for his cock again and began to run her hand up and down his shaft. It was very wet and sticky; his cum was seeping almost uncontrollably from him now. Scooping some up un her hand she moved her hand to his lips. Don did need to be told to clean her fingers up.
All this had been experienced before by Don; well almost all. There had been no Elle before; never another woman before, just him and Sandra. Having the young Elle there as well was becoming almost too much bear and he began pleading for release; not from the bonds that held him to the bed but from his state of agony. “Please make me cum Sandra. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.”
Sandra leant forward and kissed him gently on the lips. “I can meet with Elle when I want then?”
Would he say no in the state he was in? Of course not. Don would do anything now for release. Don said “Yes.”
“She has such a sweet pussy and such a sweet tongue too.” She explained. “Would you like to watch her make me cum?”
Would a man dying of thirst turn down a drink of water? Of course not. Don was begging again now; begging not for his own release but to see his wife’s release. “Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee.” He begged.
Don had never seen two women together before; he could not understand the attraction or the pleasure that two women would find in each other. But all this was about to change as they got off the bed and stood there kissing each other passionately. Their bodies pressed together; arms wrapped around one another and their lips declaring their love for one another. He watched their hands move over each other’s bodies, exploring as well as teasing. He watched their fingers touching each other’s breasts; squeezing nipples before moving downwards. Almost in unison their hands found each other’s mounds; mounds that were both shaven; mounds that ached for each other’s touch.
He had never witnessed anything like it before and as he felt cool juices between his thighs; juices that leaked from his throbbing cock, he released just how aroused he was. He watched their fingers explore one another’s pussy lips; caress each other’s clitoris and delve deep inside each other. He heard their groans of pleasure.
He watched as Elle guided Sandra back against the bed and made her lie down across the bottom where his own feet lay. He then watched as Elle leant over her and kissed her kips before running a stream of kisses over her neck and breasts. He saw her take Sandra’s nipples between her teeth and make her gasp in ecstasy and then he watched as she slowly and tantalisingly moved down her body; kissing and nibbling her way down to her mound.
He heard Sandra groan and felt her shake as Elle found her clitty. He could see the attraction now; he could see the sexual pleasure being released and he could see the passion and feel the almost seismic release of sexual tension. Sandra’s hands were gripping Elle’s hair now; pulling; pushing and forcing her downwards. She was the one screaming now; she was the one pleading; she was the one begging as Elle’s tongue delved deep while her fingers toyed with her clitty.
He wanted to hold her; he wanted to touch her; he wanted to help her through her orgasm but he could do nothing except watch as she thrashed about on the foot of the bed until she orgasmed. Don had to admit that not only had he never seen her orgasm like that before but that he was also incapable of giving her that degree of pleasure.
The excitement of it all had also brought him to the brink; his inner thighs were soaked from pre-cum now, he needed Sandra’s hand now. For a moment he thought his need was about to be met as they untangled and got off the bed but it was only to change places. It was Elle’s turn now; it was his turn now to watch his wife pleasure another woman.
For a moment he wondered what Sandra was doing when she went to the her bedside drawers but as soon as he saw her pink vibrator in her hand he knew what was about to happen. He had seen her use it on herself before but never on anyone else. All that was about to change.
He knew his own wife’s orgasmic screams; he knew her cries of pleasure; he knew the sounds of her release but he had never witnessed another’s before. That moment; that private moment when they let go of everything and abandon themselves to the pleasure of climaxing.
Elle’s was different; much different. She whimpered at first; whimpered like a baby as the combination of the penetrating vibrator deep inside her vagina and Sandra’s tongue on her clitoris, pleasured her. Soon the whimpers turned to soft cries and then the soft cries turned to louder ones. Louder ones turned into screams and, amidst the violent threshing of her hips, one long scream filled the whole room as she received her release.
Unlike Sandra, Elle’s orgasm seemed to go on and on and her body continued to thresh about for a while afterwards. Don had never seen anything like it before. When Elle finally composed herself she got up and took the vibrator from Sandra and sat at Don’s side and pressed it to his lips. He had done this before after Sandra had used it on herself and willingly opened his mouth to allow its entry. “Ever had one used on you, Don?” She asked him.
Sandra giggled behind her. “I have tried.” She told her.
Don shifted uncomfortably. Yes, his wife had tried to use it on him before but he had chickened out and asked her to stop; at the time she had called him a wimp, but he knew that Elle was a different matter altogether. When she switched it on and turned to run it over his cock he knew where it was going next.
Elle spent a few moments running it over the tip of his cock before running it up and down his shaft. Her purpose however was not just to excite and relax him but also to take up some of the cum that was secreting from him. As she began to run it over his heavy but wet scrotum Sandra released the ropes holding his ankles. “Come on Don, knees up and open wide.” Sandra called out.
He was helpless to stop her; helpless to stop her running its vibrating stem down past his scrotum area to his anus. “Relax.” She told him as she pressed it against him.
“There’s a good boy.” She told him. “Let’s get you cumming.”
There was no chickening out this time; no asking for it to stop, Don was helpless as Elle pressed home while holding his cock by the tip with her thumb and forefinger. Slowly she eased it inside; slowly she slipped its shaft deeper and deeper until it was in as far as it could go.
It was his turn to groan now; his turn to whimper and his turn to cry out as she eased it in and out of him while at the same time slowly masturbating him. He began to beg her not to stop; pleaded with her to continue. “Is this nice Don?” She asked him.
“Bet you would like a real cock wouldn’t you, Don? A nice big, thick, man cock inside you.” She taunted.
All he could do was groan as she worked it in and out of him.
Sandra came around them and leant over his erection and began to kiss it; taking over Elle’s fingers and leaving her with the vibrator. Suddenly he gave out a long, loud groan and screamed that he was cumming. Sandra’s lips closed around him as his body went into spasm, taking his cum in her mouth. His torture was finally over.
Twenty minutes later he was showering; cleaning his body, revitalising and refreshing himself as the two women stepped inside, naked, to join him. Somehow his cock managed to spring into life again. Sandra handed him her soaped sponge “Elle first!” She ordered.
Don was used to washing Sandra down and then drying her afterwards; somehow he knew that doing the same for Elle was going to be a much more arduous task. It was in fact going to be sheer but sweet torture.
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