Their surroundings dissolved in Jon's mind as he focused on the transcendent pleasures being given to his body. His cock was bound, wrapped, and held in the firm of grip of Margarite's surprisingly wet pussy. Elizabeth was rocking her pelvis, moving the double dildo on which they both were mounted. The sensations combined and he drifted, powerless, to the edge of orgasm.
Just when he thought he would fall over into the chasm, both women stopped their movements, bringing him back over the border of response control. Only his past experiences and training as a bottom gave him the ability to rein in the intense urge for release they had triggered in him. "Focus, Focus," Margarite instructed. "You need to wait a little longer for your reward." Elizabeth quivered as a memory of herself kneeling at his feet while he said those words to her flashed though her mind. She knew the delectable struggle he was having.
When Jon's breathing became more even, Margarite moved again, starting slowly and then increasing her speed and his depth of penetration. Elizabeth resumed the rhythmic rocking motion, and wrapped her arms around her lover's legs to hold his body steady while both Domme's used him for their erotic and power-based pleasure.
"I want you to come, now, you slut," Elizabeth said, increasing her tempo. Margarite was learning forward atop him now, with her small and perfectly-formed breasts dangling just above his face, begging to be kissed and sucked.
"Suck, SlutSir," Margarite ordered. "Lick and kiss and suck my nipples. Earn your orgasm." He eagerly obeyed, moaning into the pale skin of her breast as he closed his lips around the pale pink nipple. "Um, yes that is very good, Jon," she said, closing her eyes to revel in the dual stimulation of his chained cock and warm, wet mouth.
Elizabeth knew she was ready to release him from his orgasmic suspense when the combination of the rubber cock moving in her ass and the sight of her lover being fucked by her beautiful friend made her ready to come with him. "I want you to let go, now, Jon," she said. "I want to feel you coming with me while Margarite rides your lovely hard cock." No further urging was necessary, and he released the now hard and erect nipple from his mouth to make the deep and primitive growl that Elizabeth so loved to hear. She locked her arms around his muscular thighs, while their bodies quaked in the throes of pleasure delayed but rarely denied. Margarite laid forward onto his heaving chest, and held him in her arms until he was still and all tension in his body gone.
"I am going to release you now, SlutSit," Margarite said to the drained and content man beneath her, "but only temporarily. We have other plans for you, but that sweet cock needs to be free and you need to take a break." She placed her palms down on the bed, one above each of his shoulders, and moved her body forward, sliding off of his softening penis. She leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead before dismounting completely and reaching for her robe. Elizabeth moved back then, holding the middle portion of their shared toy in one hand to keep it steady in his ass while she removed her pussy from the other end.
She sat up, between his legs, and gave herself a few moments to admire her lover in his current state of sensual contentment. His eyes were closed and he was wearing the Mona Lisa smile of the well-fucked. His nipples were a deeper shade of pink than usual, due to the lingering effects of the clamps, which Margarite had removed during their previous break. Elizabeth extended her fingers and brushed the palms of her hands over his still-tender nipples. He shivered slightly, opened his eyes, and said "Thank you, Mistress. That was wonderful." Margarite paused while fixing their next round of drinks to remind him cheerily that she had played an important role in making a good time even better, and he thanked her with equal sincerity.
"I am going to take this out of you now," Elizabeth told Jon, grasping the middle of the double dildo in one hand while cradling his balls in the other. He sighed, but did not voice any objections, so she guided the toy in its gradual retreat and exit. She laid it aside on a hand towel Margarite had thoughtfully placed at the end of the futon, and then returned to her lover.
She stretched her body out next to his, and they rolled to face each other. She wrapped her arms around him, as he did to her, and they held each other in silence. Elizabeth heard the room door open and close quietly and knew that her friend had left them alone for the time being. She willed their post-orgasmic blissful intimacy to last forever, knowing that it could not. She kissed him lightly on the lips, then pressed her cheek against his chest while he hugged her tighter. "Jon? Can you do some more things with us tonight? " she asked, her voice little more than a whisper.
" Yes Mistress, anything that you want tonight. You are in control of the scene, and of me." he replied.
Elizabeth kissed him again, harder this time, and he responded in kind. "Yes, I am, but it is my decision to make sure you are able to enjoy it all. If you need to stop, for any reason, please tell me." she said. He laughed briefly before assuring her that he had no need, and certainly no desire, to end their session. "Good, SlutSir, because I have several more plans for you tonight." she responded, with a mischievous half-smile.
