"Fuuuuuuck..." McKenna moaned.
"Fuck!" Ashley yelped.
"Fuck yeah, give it to me..." came from the porno playing on the TV.
"Fuck, that's hot," Jessie whispered to no one in particular.
She was right. Given the fact that Sienna was currently occupying the apartment controlling access to my Playroom, my second-story weight room had been repurposed for a more erotic reason.
Following another successful show at Ashley's bar tonight, McKenna had asked to join us for some dirty fun, and Ashley - friends with the band, not just Jessie and I - had asked to tag along. McKenna hasn't objected, and Jessie and I never objected, so after a few drinks, a mutual displaying of recent STD tests, and some heated making out, we'd retired to my weight room for some dirty bondage-related fun.
Jessie was cuffed into my squat rack, wrist and ankle restraints clipped to the holes in the metal, standing spread-eagle and gloriously nude. Clamps were affixed to her nipples, and a remote vibrator was clenched deep in her snatch, controlled by the phone in McKenna's hand. She buzzed it occasionally, making the vampiric girl groan and twitch, setting the clamps and their chain shaking.
McKenna lay on her back, hips propped up on the floor-resting end of my declined weight bench, getting eaten out by Ashley. The Indian woman was doing a pretty fantastic job of it, from the way McKenna was shaking and moaning and swearing. She was lost in her own world of pleasure and was barely remembering to buzz the vibrator for her best friend.
Ashley was lying face down on the declined bench, hips over the raised end and feet cuffed to the supports, hands hanging bound beneath the equipment. She'd dressed up like a cat for our little tryst, drawing whiskers on her nose and face, wearing a set of furry cat ears, and inserting a long, fluffy, buttplug tail. Her glossy black hair was braided and hanging over one shoulder, baring her back for the wax I was dripping on it from a red, low-temp candle. She'd hiss and twist at the minor sting of the wax touching her skin, and occasionally I'd give her a counterpoint of pleasure to the brief splatters of pain, sliding into her glistening, slippery pussy, or pressing a wireless wand vibrator against it and making her buck and groan even louder than the slight burn of the wax.
The scene was incredibly erotic.
I was barely spending any time actually IN a woman, and my dick was rock hard and standing at attention.
McKenna's cries of pleasure peaked, and she arched her back, pushing her flushed tits into the air as she ground her pussy into Ashley's face. Her eyes were squinted shut and she kept chanting "Yes yes fuck yes" as her lover kept up the stimulation. When it became too much, when she couldn't take the continued infliction of pleasure, the little programmer rolled away, hand covering her groin, her sweating, pink body convulsing.
Across the room, Jessie grinned at me.
I grinned back. Group playtime was always so much fun. And I had plenty of ideas left...
I bent and scooped up the vibrator remote from McKenna and thumbed it to a medium setting. The spread-eagle gothic girl immediately stiffened and closed her eyes. Gonna leave that running for a little bit...
Returning to stand behind Ashley's lifted butt, I applied gentle tugging pressure to her "tail" as I lifted and moved it to the side, awkwardly fumbling to get my erection lined up with her glistening pink hole while holding the dripping candle over her back. Fuck, can't do it with my hands full. I set the vibrators down on the floor and entered the Indian woman with ease. She groaned and shifted her back, yelped when I tilted the guard on the candle and let a few splatters of red wax fall to her skin.
"That's not even that hot." I gave one buttock a spank and kept thrusting. So warm and wet, and the knowledge that this beautiful woman couldn't move, was powerless before me, was even more of an aphrodisiac.
On the floor, McKenna rocked to her feet unsteady and a little weak from the pleasure she'd endured at Ashley's lips. She leered at me and then walked over to Jessie. "Hey there, friendo. How's it hangin'?" Her fingers sought out the black-fuzz covered apex of her best friend's cunt, rubbing and stroking as she leaned in to flick her tongue over the tips of clamped nipples.
Jessie shrieked and tried to stay still, tried to keep her involuntary shudders of pleasure and pain from swinging the chain connecting her tits.
I smiled and turned my attention back to Ashley. Her golden-brown ass was bumping with each impact of my hips, and I decided to add some wax to it, being careful to keep the quick-drying liquid out of the luxurious fur of her tail. Another hiss and then a groan as her shifting hips stirred her vaginal canal with my prick, I took a moment to appreciate those firm, red-coated globes so perfectly parted by my cock. I leaned over her wax-speckled back. "This is a fucking fantastic view."
Ashley whined at that.
But not as much as when I straightened and started thrusting harder. I angled the candle so that each slam of my hips against her glutes dislodged a drop of wax, and then I went for broke, seeking my orgasm, reveling in, losing myself in the feeling of erotic power.
Ashley didn't seem to know how to process the sensations - the pleasure of being fucked, the slight pain of having heated wax rained down upon her back. She gripped the edges of the bench with her cuffed hands and her yelps at every impact turned into a constant rising shriek, and she arched her back like a bow simultaneous with her whole body clenching powerfully. I could see the muscles in her ass and thighs tense as she came, and the slippery wet tunnel I was sheathed in squeezed and released me in time with the contractions rippling through her.
I pulled out and started jerking just moments before I followed her into climax, holding my prick over her asscheek and pumping quickly to maintain the sensation. Bent down as it was, even the first few strong pulses were just thick leaks, white cream dripping to her golden skin to mingle with the red wax before it began slowly trailing down her back.
I held onto the uprights of the weight bench as my body twitched and jerked from the sensation of sexual completion, sucking in air to calm my heaving lungs. Fuck, that was a hard one. I blew out the candles, pinched the wicks to make sure that weren't going to reignite, and set them on a shelf, walking back to the weight bench on unsteady legs.
Ashley looked up at me and grinned weakly when I knelt to undo the snap-hooks keeping her wrist cuffs in place. "Having fun?" I asked.
"Absolutely." Her slight accent spiked arousal through my bloodstream, and I hauled her up to sitting by her shoulder, kissed her forcefully, roughly. She groaned and relaxed, arms sliding warmly around me.
I pulled her to standing and guided her over to the squat rack. McKenna was very delicately, very specifically toying her friend's clamped nipples in time with pulses of activity to the remote vibrator. Jessie's normally pale skin was an overheated pink, and sweat visibility ran down her nude body, evidence of her exertion. She looked at me piteously through the hair hanging in her face, and I felt power.
"Trade?" I asked McKenna. "Then it's your turn."
The tiny programmer smiled wickedly at me and Ashley. "I think I can keep her occupied."
I reached up and undid the hooks holding Jessie's wrist cuffs to the top of the squat rack frame, knelt and detached the ankle cuffs from the frame as well. "Go over by the bench."
She moved precisely so as not to dislodge the vibrator still inside her, or to disturb the chain hanging between her tits, walking a penguin walk to the bench and then delicately leaning herself down onto it.
I gripped Ashley by her braid, applying enough pressure to tilt her head back, then leaned in to give her neck a fluttering kiss that made her giggle. "Where do you want her?"
McKenna cocked her hips and head, tapping one front tooth with a fingernail in a pose that would've looked like a pensive scholar if she hasn't been stark naked. "Standing? Back to me?"
I looked around, decided on a unique approach. I marched that Indian woman over to the heavy bag hanging by the corner and dragged her wrists up to clip into the chains holding it to the ceiling. "Be good." I leaned in and gave one golden-brown shoulder a soft bite, then slapped her wax-and-cum-covered ass as I walked away. She laughed and tried to dodge, difficult to do with one's hands tied above one's head.
"All yours," I told McKenna as I passed her on my way to Jessie.
The gothic girl had arranged herself reclining back on the decline, head resting almost where Ashley's butt had been previously. I extended my hand. "Stand up, I've gotta adjust this thing."
It took no effort at all to pull her to standing, and she bit her lip and smirked at me as I struggled to adjust the elevation. The bolts underneath did not want to play along.
Finally getting the bench secured at the regular height, I guided her to it and helped her position herself - head between the uprights, arms hanging behind her, legs parted wide.
I knelt to clip her wrist cuffs together, moved away to retrieve a looped bar for securing her ankles apart. She looked over at me and smiled happily. "How you doing?" I asked.
"Good. Just waiting."
Another trip over to a cabinet where I'd piled some toys and I returned with a blindfold. Jessie lifted her head and I strapped it over her eyes. She signed contentedly as she lowered her head.
I slowly, torturously slid the remote-activated vibrating egg from her hyper-stimulated pussy, and the moved to stand at the side of the bench. Jessie's head turned left and right, looking for me despite the blindfold. I think she could feel the presence of something down by her groin, and she jerked when I flicked on the vibrating wand, slowly lowering it to press against her clit.
