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Deviously manipulating a pair of women into an evening of erotic sex, both individually involved in their own playful bondage with him previously, he dresses the pair in identical fetish gear and introduces them into his game.

Chapter One

       Guiding her into the bedroom, her nakedness, her all black leather and latex bondage paraphernalia mirroring the other woman already standing silent at the foot of the bed facing the doorway, both are blindfolded with full covering bondage hoods molded to fit their faces. Eyes covered, only their bright red puffy lips exposed from the tightly stitched ‘O’ ring slots beneath the perforations allowed for their nostrils, their dark hair in braided trim loops upward from slits stitched into the tops of the hoods before spreading, flowing above their shoulders.  The restraint cuffs affixed to their ankles, wrists and upper arms all identical, even their six inch stilettos the same size, both women are of close to the same height, both their tanned supple bodies freshly shaven from the neck down glistening with generous coats of lotion accentuating their exotic appearances.  

       Facing the pair just inches apart in front of one another, their similarly firm breasts jaunt outward, spreading, separating as their shoulders arch back from the restraints of the taut straps behind their backs affixed to their upper arms.  Hands down toward their sides, the palms resting on the curves of their hips, their bright red fingernail polish matches perfectly with their lipstick.  Close enough to sense one another, their nipples rising, lowering, practically touching as they breathe through their masks, he slowly steps around the pair, guiding the supple leather crop in his clenched fist across one’s shoulder, then the others, forcing them even closer together.  Watching as their once flat areolas erotically brush across one another’s, the nipples hardening simultaneously as their areolas shrivel from the sensations of touching the other woman’s bare flesh, he’s ready to begin.

       “The rules are as was explained,” he quietly speaks, steps around the pair again while letting the crop flutter across one woman’s rounded hip, then the other’s.  “Remember, positively I’m the only one to speak at anytime, your responses will just be affirmative nods,” he continues as he slips the crop down between the fronts of the women’s thighs, lets the flexing tip flick back and forth between their sloping pubic mounds, watches their twitching bodies reflexive responses.

       Kneeling, glancing between their glistening legs, using the tip of the crop, he slips it upward across the tight, smooth folds of the labium of the woman to his left.  Spreading the folds gently apart, he inspects the pinkish nub of her clitoris.  “You’ll respond to the name of B as instructed, understand?”  Glancing upwards as he lets the tip of the crop flatten across her clit for her acknowledgement, he sees the affirmative nod of the mask along with hearing the slightest of a moan from her parted lips.

       Slipping the crop downward, flicking it between the other woman’s thighs, separating the puffier lips of her labium, he examines her clitoris.  Flicking the crop gently back and forth, watching the stretching folds spread, momentarily cling to the leather tip, he senses her thighs quivering as he hears her quiet groan.  “You’ll answer to “J’ by just a nod,” he orders as he compares the differences of the pair of vaginas, both freshly shaven, glistening between the slightest of parts between their given thighs.  Standing, again pacing a slow circle around his pair of bound women, satisfied with the preciseness of the restraints he’s applied to both, he stops beside them, leans toward the ear perforations of their masks, calmly orders, “Time to begin... Any hesitation will bring a rapid correction with the crop, applied to the other lady, of course… Now Lean forward… Start by kissing one another on the lips, sensuously.… Use your tongues too.”

       Raising the crop between the pair, letting its flat tip slide between their breasts until they press together, he watches as the black masks also press forward, the ruby red protruding lips finding one another’s.  Both masks tilting, their mouths pressing together, the tip of J’s tongue’s the first to slip outward, to disappear between B’s parting, receptive lips.

       “That’s my girls,” he smiles as he slips the crop from between their breasts, continuing with his instructions, “Rub those nipples together too, both sets, press ‘em into each other’s while you kiss…. Nubs against nubs.”

       Again immediate responses from both, their glistening bodies pressing forward, the masks gently tilting, twisting, their breasts stretch, flatten together, the dark nipples disappearing beneath their expanding tit flesh pressing outward between their arched back arms.  Stepping around, watching their naked bodies rubbing together, hearing the slightest of moans between breaths as the pair of tongues flick from one set of parting lips to the other, he lets the crop glide upward across B’s butt cheeks, the tip then tracing downward into the crevice below the small of her back.

       “Use your fingers B… Spread J’s cuntlips and massage her clit for her,” he directs while he watches B’s thighs quivering as he curls the tip of the crop upward into her moist slit from behind.

       “Oomph!”  Moaning as her hands lift forward, barely able to stretch outward from her flexing sides as the strap remains taut behind her bowing shoulders, B struggles, her fingertips flexing as her manicured nails trace across the front of J’s thighs, searching for her labia.  “Oomph!”  Another moan as the crop flexes, the tip flicking between her own parting labium, B grips J’s moist folds between her fingernails, tugs apart as their naked bodies press even tighter together, their breasts flattening further, their nipples grinding as their lips alternates clamping onto one another’s tongues.

       “That’s it, keep kissing… Now rub her clit with your thumb, B… Massage it like you would your own,” he adds as he watches her fingers flexing, pinching and stretching J’s taut labia folds.  Watching J’s body twitching, her hips responding, flexing as B’s fingers stretch to reach her exposed clit, he slips the tip of the crop inward just a tad deeper causing B’s hips to flex, to press even tighter against J’s.

       “There, that’s better,” he scoffs as he watches B’s fingers manipulating J’s clit, massaging, flicking the visibly swelling nub.  Slipping the tip of the crop out from the crease of B’s buttocks, stepping around the pair as he watches their glistening bodies responding to one another’s, he aligns the damp tip of the crop between J’s butt cheeks.  “Your turn to return the favor J, he orders as he glides the crop between her thighs, flicks the glistening tip up into her slit.  “Play with B’s pussy, finger her cunt while she massages your clit.”

       Immediate obedience, her fingers clawing outward, slipping between their pressing thighs as their hands cross, her fingertip thrusts upward into B’s moist slit as she feels the leather crop thrusting upward into her own.  “Oomph… Humph!”  Moans from both sets of locked lips, saliva noticeable across the chins of both glistening masks, their naked bodies grind together, their knees bumping, thighs and breasts flattening as the pair of dark hoods twist in unison.

       Watching both naked bodies responding, hearing the moans, sighs as the fingers manipulate their targets, he lightly flicks the tip of the crop across the rounded rump of B’s buttocks.  “Thwack!”  Stepping behind J, another light flick’s applied to the bottom portion of her rump.  “Thwack!”

       Pressing together as their moans become rasps, their bodies twitching, grinding as their bare flesh glistens, he circles, glances at the barely noticeable reddish stripes left across both their buttocks.  Again raising the crop, pressing its tip between B’s shoulder blades, watching her fingers manipulating J’s clit, stretching her labia, he orders, “Tug on her clit, make her cum.”  Flicking the crop, once, twice, a third time, he listens to the echoing smacks across her bare back, watches the red streaks crisscross her glistening flesh.

       Giving equal attention to J, flicking her across the shoulder blades a couple times, he orders, “Shove those fingers in deeper, if you cum before her I’m going to flog your tits across your bare nipples, hear me?”

       “Oomph!... Oomph!”  Hearing her response, watching her fingers jam together, plunge into B’s spreading slit, he repeats his threat to both, “The first to cum gets a dozen lashes across her bare nipples with this crop… Better get serious.”

Circling, watching their naked bodies bumping, grinding together, hearing their pants, their moans as their lips clamp down on one another’s tongues, noticing the spasms of B’s thighs, the rippling of J’s stomach as they work each other, he flicks the crop lightly back and forth across their bare buttocks.  ‘Thwack!...... Thwack!... Thwack!...... Thwack!’

“Oomph… Humph!... Umph!”  More red welts, more moans and grunts, their noticeable heavier breathing as their upper arms strain at the leather restraints, their hands pressing between their straining bodies, tweaking, poking between each other’s trembling thighs, struggling to get each other off.

Lowering the crop, intently watching, he’s more then satisfied; elated with the workouts he’s giving both women gyrating in front of him.  Both women he’s coerced into allowing his little game of a threesome with another unknown woman, either of the pair not realizing one’s his ex-fiancé Jodi, the other’s his ex-wife Bonnie.  He can’t wait until one of them cums, and he undoes their covered eyes, lets them recognize the woman they utterly disdain.

End 

        

               

         

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PART TWO

Chapter One

       Bonnie appearing to be the first succumbing to the foreplay, grunting, twisting as her naked body noticeably trembles, he watches as her hooded mask snaps back, her braid of hair twisting from side to side above her head as her hands spread back toward her sides with her fingers clenching, flexing.  Jodi’s thighs also quivering, her own hollowing stomach rippling, she continues to stroke, masturbate Bonnie’s glistening vagina, her manipulating fingers on the verge of pushing her over the edge.  Stepping beside the pair, grabbing Jodi’s arm, pulling her hands back as Bonnie’s guttural grunts become louder, twisting the both of them around, he forces the pair to stand back to back as Bonnie’s gyrations continue.  Another short leather strap in his hand, he tugs and binds their arm restraints behind their backs, forcing their shoulders to press together.  Slowly walking around the pair, Jodi breathing heavy, stomach muscles rippling, Bonnie’s breasts heaving, jaunting outward, bouncing, swaying as she struggles to catch her breath, he picks up the crop.

       “A dozen lashes across these tits,” he scoffs as he lets the crop flex in his hand, aligns it toward Bonne’s spread, thrust out breasts as he finishes, “You’re the first to cum!”  Taping a jiggling nipple, watching her reflexively respond with her hands jerking upwards, her clawing fingers just out of reach beneath her globular mounds as her knees reflexively press together, he flicks the crop a couple light taps above and below her thickened nipple.  “Ready for your punishment?”

       A grunt, a whimper from the mask, he flips the tip of the crop across her bare breast. ‘Thwack!’  A second quickly followed by a third flick across her other breast, the tip of the crop burrowing into the nub on the second flick, her naked body reflexively jerks as she grunts through the latex slot.  “Oomph… Aaagghhh!”

       ‘Thwack… Thwack…… Thwack… Thwack!’  Back and forth, the crop flexing, flicking across her jiggling nipples, mostly gentle taps up till now, her muffled whimpers meld with the snap of the leather across her bare, damp flesh.  ‘Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!’  A little harsher with the crop, he continues the cadence with backhands and forehands.  “Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!’  Back and forth, watching her breasts erotically bouncing, swaying as her body arches back against Jodi’s, losing count, an extra flick across a swelling nipple and he lowers the crop.

       “There now,” he smiles as he watches the saliva drooling from Bonnie’s mask, her perspiring bare breasts jiggling with each rasping breath.  Tapping the tip of the crop across the multiple stripes crisscrossing the punished globes, noticing the purplish cast of her puckering nipples, he adds, “Warmed those titties up a little for us, didn’t I?”

Stepping around, he grips Jodi’s braid of hair, tilts her head back as he speaks, “You’ve always liked your tits whipped occasionally, haven’t you?... Here’s a couple so you don’t think I forgot you.” Tapping a breast with the tip of the crop, sliding it across her sternum, flicking it harshly across the other bare nipple, he watches her body flinch as she squeals.  “Oomph!”   Forcing the crop between her spread lips, he orders, “Hold onto this, if you drop it, your tits are next for a really serious workout.”  Releasing her hair, he steps back in front of his ex-wife, orders, “Now, both of you grip each other’s hands, the first to let go gets a lashing across your cunt!”

       Watching them quickly grasping, gripping each other’s hands, interlocking their fingers down toward their sides, he slowly, gently reaches down between Bonnie’s thighs, spreads the smooth folds of her labia between his fingers and thumbs.  Letting the crown of his pulsing shaft flip upwards between her dampened legs, sensing the juices seeping across her inner thighs, he arches forward, thrusts slowly but deliberately inward, feels the moist warmth of her vaginal walls spreading, encompassing his manhood.  Pressing carefully inward, sliding his hands out from between her unresisting thighs, reaching around her bound body, he grips Jodi’s bare breasts, melds his fingers into her firm, yet sponge like tit flesh.  Twisting his hands, tugging back while he thrusts firmly forward, he forces the backsides of their bodies tighter together, their hooded masks pressing against one another’s as their heads tilt back.

       Bonnie’s body again trembling as she accepts his shaft in her agitated state, her knees uncontrollably shake as he buries his cock completely inside her after several initial firm thrusts. Her grunts becoming more like rasps as her buttocks presses against Jodi’s, their butt cheeks grind across one another’s with each thrust as her heaving breasts flatten across his bare chest while he tugs back, melds Jodi’s in his bare fists.  Another few strokes, Bonnie again on the verge of a multiple climax like he’s recalled her capable of so many times before in the past, he suddenly withdraws, also releases Jodi’s stretching melons as he takes a step or so back.

       Stepping around, positioning himself in front of Jodi, slipping the crop from her lips, he reaches around her hood, slides the leather crop in front of Bonnie’s mask, instructing her, “Drop it and your cunt gets a dozen strokes, understand?”

       Hearing her grunt between rasping breaths while sensing her body still trembling against Jodie’s, he slips his fingers between Jodi’s thighs, tugs on the puffier folds of her labium.  Slipping the head of his flexing cock upwards, letting it ‘plop’ into Jodi’s vagina, sensing the warmth, yet even firmer glove like grip of her moistened slit, he feels his foreskin stretching, the sensation of her vaginal walls smothering his shaft, even tighter, firmer then Bonnie’s as he flexes his hips gently back and forth, allows an inch or so of penetration with each careful but arousing thrust.  Reaching across Jodi, gripping Bonnie’s swaying breasts, twisting and tugging, he uses her still firm globes for balance as he suddenly plunges deeper with the flexing of his hips.

       “Aaaahhhhhh!... Aaahhhhh!... Aaaahhh!”  Listening to Jodi’s moans, grunts, watching the tip of her tongue flicking across her moist, red lips protruding from the oval slit in her tilted back mask, he hesitates, thrusts completely in, holds firm as he can feel his shaft pulsing, her vagina flexing in return, tightening around his cock the entire length.  Again remembering back when she was practically too tight to penetrate, now still almost as tight as a virgin, he draws his hands back, stretches Bonnie’s breasts back past her armpits with his clenching fingers forcing Jodi’s firm melons to flatten across his chest.

       Slowly tiptoeing, forcing the base of his rock hard cock to press upwards against the bottom of her pubic mound, to grind against, flatten her clit while he presses his torso against hers, he can feel her taut stomach trembling, her legs shaking as her breathing becomes whimpering grunts.  Lifting even higher, forcing her to tiptoe herself while sandwiched in the middle, he feels her body responding, her hips, thighs, stomach rippling in unison as she grunts through the drooling latex mouth cutout.  Holding firm for just another moment or two, he again releases his grip on Bonnie’s stretching breasts, withdraws in one harsh motion as he steps back.  Watching Jodi now also practically in spasms, her glistening body twitching, her stomach hollowing as her fists clenches at Bonnie’s, he reaches around, lifts the crop from Bonnie’s spread lips.

       Both women trembling, pressing against one another, hands still tightly clenched, he orders, “Kneel!”  Lightly flicking the tip of Jodi’s nipple first, then the tip of Bonnie’s, the sound of the leather flicking across damp flesh echoes in the room.  ‘Thwack… Thwack’

Stepping around the pair, he orders again, “Kneel, and keep your hands together.”  This time just the tip of the crop on Bonnie’s shoulder, she’s the first to obey, squats along with Jodi following, their buttocks flattening against one another’s as they struggle to spread their knees as they awkwardly lower themselves.  Finally positioned on the floor, feeling the crop between their knees as he spreads their legs further apart one at a time, he’s finally satisfied with their positioning.

Back to back, spread legs tautly stretching against one another’s, heads butting, they continue to grip hands as their shoulders arch back, their almost matching bare breasts jaunting outwards, firm, globular.  Slowly circling, comparing the two naked, glistening bodies, remembering the countless times of fucking them both, now actually having them together for the first time, the best part, neither still realizing who the other is, he’s ready to give their mouths a good workout, see who can deep throat him the best, take the most of his cock.  Slowly stroking his still thick shaft, he grips the braids of both their hair jaunting upwards from the mask’s slits with his free hand, forces their heads back besides one another’s, compares their lips protruding from the oval slits of the black latex masks.   

  END