If I had to tell the truth, I was completely sore from the fact that my arms and legs weren't moved for two days. Hannah and Tracy abducted me two days after I was finished with Roxy and decided to torture me. The two days were a blur after they had bound me down and tortured and teased me. They fed me and watered me yes, but at the same time they also would get each other off, or suck me to the brink that I was about to explode then stop. Hannah would occasionally use my cock to masturbate her clit with, yeah, total torture. The times I did get sleep it was because of passing out from sheer exhaustion. I probably had the worst case of blue balls known to man.
The last thing I do remember clearly was what happened right before I got unbound. Tracy decided to be brave and straddled my cock, using it for her own pleasure, while Hannah squatted above my face, making me lick and tease her pussy lips with my tongue. Tracy was getting full use of my cock, bouncing up and down on it, while Hannah leaned down and flicked her tongue at where my cock was up in Tracy's cunt.
"I should have done this along time ago," Tracy said as her happily bounced, her large breasts going bouncing along with her. She worked her muscles tightly, and the added sensation of Hannah's own moans vibrating through her tongue at the junction of our sexes just added to the pleasure.
After about 5 minutes of this torture, Hannah got off my face, and went behind Tracy, as I got to view the two of them making out while Hannah groped Tracy's tits and pussy. Tracy's eyes were closed as Hannah just gave me a wink while she kissed Tracy. Tracey started to work her muscles of her cunt over my cock even more; it was exquisite, as she let out a gasp when Hannah gave a full squeeze to both of her breasts. I let out a guttural groan and just threw my head back.
"I'm getting ready to cum," Tracy said starting to ride my cock harder as she looked at me, "How much you want to bet if we let him cum it will hit the ceiling. The cleaning ladies will have a field day over that.
She started to pull up, but Hannah firmly placed her hands down on Tracy's hips. Tracy looked back at Hannah for a moment.
"What are you doing...OH FUCK!" she yelled.
I fucking exploded. Her eyes looked like they were coming out of her socket when the first blast from my cock set off like a canon through her insides.
"OH GOD SHIT!" she cried out when the second one, not canon like, but maybe shotgun like, came through. At least it felt like a shotgun from my cock, it was almost painful when it came out, "I'm cumming!" she cried as my shots gave two more shotgun blasts before fading down to little rapid handheld automatic shots. I might not have had blue balls at this point, but my cock hurt and was almost numb from what was going on. Hannah was between our legs in a moment, starting to suck and lick at what was leaking out of our union.
"Oh fuck! You bitch I can't believe you did that!" Tracy said with laughter in her voice, "It feels like he fucking coated my ovaries."
"I thought he should have a special reward," Hannah said smirking. Tracy just entangled her hand into Hannah's red hair, "Eat it all bitch!" she laughed. Hannah did suck and lick out as much as she could where our juices were mutually flowing out, slurping and licking, before Tracy removed herself from my cock. They unbound me and my arms and legs were in pain, but the pain was nothing in comparison to watching Hannah eat the cum out of Tracy's pussy after she cleaned my cock and balls
It was hours later when I finally regained feeling in my arms and legs. It was sped up by a long full body massage by Hannah. The two of us went into a whirlpool to help my muscles, and she sat in my lap, working my cock with her hand.
"Next week you need to do something for Sarah." Hannah said. One thing about a masseuse, they know how to work there fingers. The effect she was doing with her fingers on my cock was as good as any blowjob I might have had. "What's that?" I asked, just staying in the motion.
"She's going to help a friend of hers with a fantasy, giving her a bit of a safety net of sorts, with all the disease and everything going on. Basically the woman wants to go off and have dirty back alley sex with a total stranger. She wants to be totally used."
I just sat there numbly; mostly because I was feeling blood flow properly again to all of my extremities, which made what was in Hannah's hand even more rigid, "You'll just get a picture and a line, to which you will take her."
How could complain with helping women with there fantasies, if they paid me I'd be a gigolo. Hannah slid down in the whirlpool and her head went under the water, enveloping my cock. She had jacked the base just right and gave just the right amount of suction and tongue. She really was the best when it came down to head. She was able to tease me for hours or set me off in seconds. This time she took the whole two minutes to cause me to drop another load into her mouth. It was plentiful enough that I felt her swallow repeatedly under the water. She lifted her head up from the water and caught her breath, her long red mane plastered over her face and back, "There, you're all nice and relaxed now," She stepped out of the whirlpool, "Her name is Jenny if you were wondering. The line is "a rosary tucked inside your lingerie." Next week, 11:30 pm, at Motus Animi.
Hannah left. I relaxed in the whirlpool a bit more. When I finally got out there was a picture of another brunette woman. She had a pretty face, and a slightly devilish look in her eyes. She seemed a bit petite in the picture, it would be interesting to see what she might be able to handle.
Motus Animi was a jazz club that had all types, except for me. See one of the major types that showed up there were rich socialites of the older set that used it as a headquarters to get coke, or whatever the flavor of the month was. Sure they had good jazz and while anyone could get in, most were shooed away by the expensive overall prices that went along with the drug of choice.
I noticed her right away when I entered sitting next to the bar. She was wearing a dark green silk dress that shimmered when she moved. Her hair was down to her shoulders and had some thickness and wave to it. She was laughing at two guys that were distracting her left and right, while at the same time they fending off there unwanted touches. Annoyingly, one slipped something into her drink when she was looking at the other and I wasn't sure that she caught it. I thought I better not waste time as I walked over to her. She gave me a once over and looked at the two almost GQ looking guys.
"Excuse me a moment," I said leaning down whispering, "You look like a woman that has a rosary tucked inside your lingerie," she gasped. I slid my hand down her arm and took her wrist, pulling her lightly off the chair, "Excuse us gentlemen, we have business to take care of."
She smiled a bit as she followed. She was petite, possibly a little over 5 foot. I was actually afraid I was going to break her. We slipped through the crowd and out the back exit, allowing another couple to re-enter, the woman wiping her lips and nose a bit.
