(This story is better understood if Part 1 is read first)
"OK, who has number 2?"
The bearded man fishes the paper out of a pocket in his cargo shorts and holds it up. I look at him and smile.
"I'll bet I can guess what your fantasy is."
He grins back at me. "You're probably right. I just want to be tied and fucked by..." he pauses and looks around, "three beautiful women." His grin gets even bigger.
I laugh. "I think we can arrange that." I continue to look at him while I think about how to proceed.
"Take off your shirt and go stand under the cuffs."
He drops his shirt on the chair and walks toward the restraints. I follow him, my heels clicking on the hard floor. When he raises his arms, I move behind him and fasten his wrists in the hanging cuffs. When I am finished adjusting the tension, he tests the bonds, his biceps flexing. I run my fingernails lightly down his back, admiring his body. I am going to enjoy this.
I move around in front of him and stand close. In the heels we are about the same height. I run my fingers down his arms, feeling the hard muscles, then move to his nipples, teasing and pinching and touching the light hair on his chest. His pecs and abs are firm and well defined, and I run my hands lightly over them as well. Then I palm the bulge in his shorts and put my lips on his. He pushes against me and tries to thrust his tongue into my mouth, but I pull away from his face.
"Not so fast," I murmur, smiling demurely.
Then I bend down and squat in front of him. I run my fingers over his muscular legs, first along the outside, then along the inside of his thighs. A small shiver ripples through his body, and I turn my attention to his shorts directly in front of me. I slowly pull the zipper down, then hook my thumbs over the waistband and even more slowly move them down his hips. When his cock finally springs free, his breath catches and his lips part. I let the shorts drop to the floor and he steps out of them. His cock is only semi-erect, but it is thick and heavy, a drop of precum already on the tip. I reach out and fondle his balls. When I squeeze them, he grimaces but stays silent.
I smile and stand, admiring his naked body. Then, careful not to touch his cock, I hold his face between my hands and kiss him hard, my tongue plunging into his mouth. When he starts to kiss me back, I pull away and turn to the other women in the room.
"Make him hard," I say, "but don't let him cum."
The man stares at them as they move across the room. The blond pauses in front of him, playfully running her hands over his bare torso. The black-haired beauty moves behind him and begins to kiss his neck and shoulders, her hands straying to his taut ass. As she continues to caress him from behind, the blond begins to finger his cock, her fingers stroking it playfully, her touch light. Then she stands on her tiptoes and bends her mouth up to his, her kiss also light and playful. When he kisses her back, his tongue pushing into her mouth, she strokes him faster, and his cock is quickly erect.
I watch them for a few moments, then move to the table with the toys. I retrieve the flogger and walk back, glancing at my husband. He is sitting in the chair, his hand between his legs. He catches my eye and grins. He seems to be enjoying the show.
I stop next to the woman behind the man and whisper in her ear. "Go down on him."
She moves around next to the blond woman and kneels, the man's hard cock standing up in front of her face. The blond woman grasps the base and squeezes, and the kneeling woman begins to suck the head, her beautiful full lips a perfect O around his shaft. They both look at him with wide innocent eyes, and he groans as his fantasy begins to be real. He has forgotten about me until I swing the flogger hard against his perfect ass. He grunts, momentarily forgetting the women playing with his cock, and I continue to flog him, alternating cheeks until his ass starts to turn red. I pause as the black-haired woman takes him fully into her mouth, the pleasure replacing the pain. I swing the whip against his thighs a few times while the woman sucks him up and down, and his body experiences both together. He is groaning when I walk back to the table and return with a short thin leather cord.
The kneeling woman sucks him one last time, then stands and kisses him hard on the lips. I glance at the blond woman still holding his cock and smile. I loop the cord behind his balls, then wrap it twice around his scrotum before I pull it tight at the base of his throbbing shaft. I tie a bow with a flourish and grin up at him.
"I'm going to release you from the cuffs. You're going to walk to the bed and lie on your back, your arms and legs outstretched. Do you understand?"
He looks down at his tied cock and nods. He is incredibly aroused, but I also think I see anxiety in his face. When I release him from the cuffs, the women walk him to the bed and watch as he prostrates himself. They quickly secure his wrists to the cuffs already in place, and I cuff his ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. He tugs against the restraints, testing his bonds, his muscles hard and taut. We gaze at his spread-eagled body, his swollen cock waving helplessly in the air, waiting for whatever we want to do with it.
The women stand on either side of the bed, waiting for my direction. I stare hard at him for a few moments, then pull my dress over my head and drop it on the floor. He stares back at my naked body. I play with my nipple, my other hand wandering between my legs as I slowly stroke my wetness. I give him my brightest smile.
"Tease him," I say to the women, not taking my eyes off him. "Drive him crazy. But don't let him cum." I continue to grin at him. "That will be my job."
The blond woman climbs up on the bed, then bends down and kisses him lightly on the lips. The other sub sits next to him and traces her fingers up and down his chest, fingering his nipples and abs. She moves down to his legs, running her fingers up and down the inside of his thighs. When she finally touches his bobbing cock, he jerks. She plays with the head, her touch light and feathery. The blond continues the kiss, deeper and more sensual, her tongue exploring his, her hand on his chest. The man pushes against them both, his arousal building, a soft moan escaping his lips. I watch from the foot of the bed, my hand still between my legs.
Then the blond pulls her top up, exposing her perfect upturned breasts. Her aureoles are puffy, her nipples stiff. She leans down and offers them to the man. He takes them eagerly in his mouth, licking and sucking, his tongue and lips everywhere. The other woman kneels between his outstretched legs and strokes his hard shaft with both hands. His head and hips thrust into the two beautiful women keeping him on edge. I glance at my husband, still in the chair and staring at the bed. He looks at me and grins, both of us touching our sex as we enjoy the show being played out in front of us.
I turn my attention back to the women pleasuring the spread-eagled man helpless on the bed.
"Kiss his cock. Both of you, at the same time."
They look at me, then move to either side of his swollen cock. They both lean down, their mouths close to his manhood dancing in front of them. I climb up on the bed and kneel between his feet for a better look, still caressing my tits and my pussy. The women begin to lick and kiss him, their tongues dancing on either side of his bound cock. He raises his head to watch them, his eyes wide, and I imagine one part of his fantasy is coming true. He raises his eyes to me, pleasuring myself on my knees between his legs, then finally closes his eyes and lays his head back down and groans. The women continue to pleasure him, their lips and tongues everywhere on his thick shaft, driving him to the brink. When his hips begin to buck I know he is about to cum.
"Stop." I look at the two women. "It's my turn now."
When they climb down off the bed, I move closer between his spread legs. His cock is fully engorged, the veins pulsing on either side. His balls are tight and blue. I look into his eyes and think I see a touch of desperation there. He rocks his hips and moans. I grin at him, enjoying his body and his need, then raise up on my knees and play with my tits. He moans again and closes his eyes.
"Open your eyes, or I won't let you cum."
When he stares back at me, I plunge my fingers into my pussy and fuck myself on my hand. My orgasm has been building for a while, watching him being pleasured, and now it is close. I pull my fingers out of my wet hole and rub my clit with a frenzy. When my body begins to shake, I arch my back and close my eyes, crying out as I make myself cum in front of him. I continue to tremble and pant until I feel the man writhing in his bonds, his erect cock inches from my sopping pussy. When I open my eyes, he just stares at my still trembling body and groans loudly.
"Fuck." His voice is hoarse. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
I smile. "Is that what you want?"
He doesn't respond, but his body is doing the talking. I move closer and straddle him, then lean down and kiss him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. When he kisses me back, I put my slippery clit against the underside of his shaft, rocking my hips and rubbing against him. He is frantic now, his body engulfed in need. I continue to rub against him until he moans deeply into my mouth. I pull back from the kiss and look into his eyes, then put the head of his cock into my wet hole. I squeeze my pussy muscles around him until he groans and closes his eyes again, his breathing shallow and rapid. When I slide down on his hard shaft, he thrusts into me, filling me, the tip of his cock against my cervix. I hold him down, denying him the friction he so desperately craves, until he opens his eyes and silently begs me to finish him off.
I decide he has had enough, and I bounce on him as hard and fast as I can. He thrashes and shakes and writhes in his bonds and cums with a roar, his cock spurting rope after rope of jism deep into my body. He continues to thrust and yell and pull against his bonds, his body overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through his cock. It takes a long time for him to finally still under me. When he does, he opens his eyes and I smile at him. His arrogance is gone, replaced by the powerful aphrodisiac of a fulfilled fantasy.
When I climb off him, I tell the women to untie his cock and release his cuffs. I am still wearing the heels, and I walk back to where I dropped my dress on the floor and pull it over my head. I go and sit next to my husband, who grins at me and softly claps his hands. I smile in return, then stroke his cock through the fabric of his pajama bottoms. I guess that it will be his turn next.
The two women subs come and sit on the sofa across from us, their faces flushed. The man moves to retrieve his shorts and pull them on, then comes to join them on the sofa. He grins back when I give him a broad smile. Then I turn my attention to the blond woman and look into her large green eyes.
"Tell us your fantasy."
She hesitates, her eyes darting around the room at all of us before returning to mine. Her voice is soft when she speaks.
