I was left alone again in that room. It seemed like I was going to spend a bit more time tied to this infernal bed frame. At least this time I wasn't pulled apart, my muscles straining.
After trying for the umpteenth time pulling at my bonds to make sure there was no hope of escape, I settled down and relaxed. I tried to get comfortable on the frame, but the wired kept sinking into my sensitive skin. The most sensitive was my rear, which had not only undergone a battle with dripping wax, but a serious hammering by a long dildo.
I heard the door open in the front of the room and I looked up. My sexy wife Christie poked her head inside. "Hey dear, what about letting me up now?" I asked.
"That isn't what I looked in for," she answered. "I wanted to see if your swelling had gone down yet. It seems it has." This was in reference to my dick, which despite the scarf tied tightly around it had indeed become flaccid.
Christie came over to the bed and sat on the edge. She took my manhood in her soft hands and leaned over. Opening her mouth, she kept her eyes locked onto mine. She smiled as she placed the head against her sensual lips. Without ever breaking eye contact, she inserted my prick into her hot mouth. Instantly I sprang back into action.
She continued to suck me for several minutes. I began to feel the pressure build again in-between my legs, signaling the impending orgasm. Thrusting my hips, I tried my best to push my pole deeper into her throat.
At the last possible second, she pulled away from me, and despite my cries, wouldn't touch me again.
"Bravo!" I heard a voice from the door saying. "That was great Christie, I think you had him right on the edge. Look at the way he's straining." Now she stepped completely into the room with a digital camera. Taking aim, she proceeded to snap a few pictures of me in my most helpless state, with my long pole, throbbing away, pointing at the ceiling. "I'll have to save these for a rainy day," She said.
Then the ladies started to leave. I called out after them, "Please girls. I'll eat you out again, just let me cum. I'm dying here." Turning around, Carmel came back to the bed frame where I was lying, helpless. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sweetness of her embrace. Suddenly I felt a scarf again being pushed into my mouth. She quickly tied it off gagging me again.
"You make too much noise for a puppy," She said and left the room. I was going mad from the pressure in my groin, but couldn't do a damn thing about it. I heard the girls going back to the kitchen and start talking again.
This time it was a full fifteen minutes before the door opened again. This time it was Carmel. "I won the coin toss, stud," she said with a smirk. "I get to see how excited I can get you."
Without another word she came to my bound body and removed the clothespins that were still on my nipples. If I could have cried out I would have as the blood rushed back into them. She proceeded to lick and suck on them, causing me to writhe about. Her hand felt its way down my trapped body until it found my raging erection. She proceeded to stroke me while sucking on my nipples.
"We're going to keep you on the edge of cumming, puppy, all day long. You're going to be begging us for a release, and it'll be music to our ears."
Then she brought her hand to her mouth and wet her fingers. Reaching down between my legs she brought her slippery hand to my backside. Since it had already received one reaming today, my butt hole was already loosened up, and she quickly inserted first one, then two fingers into my dark recess.
As I moved my hips to her touch, she began to really go to town on my rear. She stopped sucking on my nipples, and moved down to my crouch to give me some more direct stimulation with her other hand. I felt like a bowling ball with her fingers inside me, and her other hand going like it was trying to rip off my cock.