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The stimulation was too much, and a small amount of cum seeped out of his slit, thick and white as it traveled the length of his cock. Greedily she licked at it, taking the time to clean his slit of any residue that might still be there. Once it was gone, she pulled away. Danny felt no relief from the brief cum; in fact, it actually made things worse because his hopes for relief had been raised.
Several minutes later (or was it hours? Danny really wasn't sure; he'd dozed off), he felt the table move, then a hand on his cock and the unmistakable sensation of a very wet pussy coming into contact with his cockhead. Oh God, yes, he thought.
He had no idea what was in store for him, but he knew that he wanted to fuck her really bad. She moved frantically above him, rubbing his cockhead along her outer lips, soaking it in her juices. She was so hot, and so wet, that he wouldn't have been surprised if she came right there.
She pressed down, applying pressure, trying to insert his cock in her, but the head was too big. She whimpered and panted; her voice sounding high pitched and desperate. He could feel her rocking back and forth, trying to get his cock in; because of her position over him, he was unable to thrust upward to help. Her efforts finally paid off and he felt his cockhead move forward and into her pussy. She simultaneously sighed and moaned as it touched a sensitive spot inside her. Once she hit bottom and he felt the hot sticky wetness of her pussy on his pelvis, she slowly withdrew until only the head remained embedded. He could feel her legs quivering with the effort, and would have smiled in satisfaction had he not been juggling so many other feelings and sensations.
She felt incredible! He'd wanted to fuck her since she first bent over in his office, and now here he was, his cock sliding into her, the movements tortuously slow. He was so caught up in the act of fucking her that it took him awhile to notice that there was a warm hot mouth on his balls.
Oh shit, he thought, how the hell did she do that. He could see her dimensions in his minds eye, and could not imagine a position that would allow her to screw him in this position AND lick on his balls; it simply wasn't possible.
The tongue was doing incredible things to his balls while he was being fucked, swirling around the sack, kissing and sucking, and occasionally venturing up to the shaft in between down strokes. He wanted to call out, to ask what was going on, but thought better of it, not so much out of fear of breaking the rules and her filing her report as much as out of fear that she (they?) might stop. Whoever it was that was impaled on his pole started to chant (he could no longer be certain that it was Carnie), "Uh huh, Uh huh" under her breath, and started to slow her strokes to delay her cumming. He felt the mouth on his balls move up to her pussy, trying to coax an orgasm out of it by matching the strokes with that wonderful tongue.
Sure enough, that was all it took to push her over. He felt her pussy contract as her orgasm began, and the chanting got faster. Apparently, as her pussy got tighter and encountered the thickness of his bound and restrained cock, it set off a second orgasm right after the first started. The force of cumming back to back twice caused her to knees to buckle, ramming his cock in up to the hilt; as his cockhead plowed deep inside her, an orgasm was touched off and she screamed. This was more than his abused cock and balls could handle. His balls began to contract, trying to force cum through his bound shaft. Unfortunately, Carnie had done a good job (actually, she had redone the bindings while he slept), and nothing was able to break free. He groaned in pain as his cock spasmed inside her, unable to drain any of the cum that had built up. The spasms extended the third orgasm, causing the woman to lean forward spent and exhausted.
Gradually the woman on top of him reluctantly removed his cock from inside her by standing up, his cock withdrawing with an audible, wet pop. She climbed down moved away from the table. All of this activity was taking an incredible toll on his body. In spite of the pounding in his crotch, he fell asleep again. He awoke with Carnie's voice in his ear. "Wake up sleepy head. We're not done yet."
He shook his head to clear it, and quickly realized that his hands and feet were now free, but his cock was still bound.
"You did good. As a reward, I've decided to give you a show. Sit up and swing your legs over the side, but do not remove the blindfold." Danny did as he was told. Carnie (at least this time he thought that it was Carnie) grabbed his hand and coaxed him forward, off of the table. She maneuvered him to a dinette chair that had been place in the center of the living room.
"There is a chair behind you," she said. "Please sit down."
Once he did, she pulled his hands behind him and handcuffed them securely to the legs of the chair. Next, she tied his legs tightly to the front legs of the chair with his legs spread. Without warning, she began to kiss and lick his cock, savoring the pussy juice that had dried on it from his earlier encounter. He shifted his hips, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his balls.
With a final lick, she stood up. "Ok, Danny; show time!"
As she leaned forward to remove the blindfold, her nipple grazed his lips. He clamped his mouth around it, teasing the point with his tongue and sucking hard on it. Her hands faltered.
"Oh God damn. Yes!" she moaned. "Oh yes, that's it."
Reluctantly, she finished removing the blindfold and stepped back. As his vision cleared, he was able to confirm that they were not in the room alone. On the floor across him, rubbing her pussy feverishly, was his wife!
"Melanie!?!" he shouted, shocked and confused.
Carnie shot him a warning glance, and he wisely decided against following through with the questions that sprung immediately to mind at the sight of his wife on the floor playing with herself. Carnie moved over to where Melanie lay and nestled between her legs.
Physically, the two women could not have been more different. Melanie had small, lemon sized tits capped with slight, pink nipples. Her thin lanky frame made it appear that she towered over Carnie, when in fact she was only 3 or 4 inches taller. Her hips were narrow and her stomach flat; she'd always enjoyed sex but had never been particularly adventurous. Until now, that is.
"Did the big thick cock abuse your poor little pussy?" Carnie asked as if speaking to a child. "Would you like Carnie to make it better?"
Melanie's eyes were closed and it looked like she hadn't heard her. Her legs were spread wide, and Danny could see where her pussy lips were red and swollen from the onslaught on the table; she looked like she had been gang banged. His cock throbbed at the realization that that had been his wife up there. She'd never cum multiple times before with him, but from the looks of her pussy, she'd been run through the ringer and enjoyed it. It was still wet and glistening, and it looked like she was trying to work herself into another orgasm.
Carnie firmly grabbed Melanie's wrist and removed her hand from her pussy. Danny watched in amazement as Carnie used her free hand to spread Melanie's pussy and suck deeply, making her tongue pointy and fucking her with it. To his knowledge, Melanie had never cheated on him, and certainly had never been with another woman, but she seemed to be getting into this. Freeing her hand, Melanie grabbed Carnie's head with both hands and pressed it firmly into her pussy.
"Oh Jesus, yes! Yes!" she moaned, humping Carnie's face, oblivious to the fact that Danny was staring at her slack jawed. "Swing around; let me taste that wonderful pussy!"
What the hell was going on? Danny's head reeled as he watched the mother of his children, a prim and proper woman by anyone's standards, engage in a hot and steamy 69 session with Carnie. The women turned so that Carnie's ass was facing Danny and he had an unobstructed view of his wife hungrily lapping pussy, burying her face as deep as it would go.
"I'm going to cum, Carnie. Keep it up, right there!" Contradictorily, Carnie stopped.
"No!" Melanie whined. "I was so close!"
She tried to reach around Carnie and bring herself off, but Carnie blocked her access. Frustrated, she dropped her hands to her sides. "I think we can do better than this, don't you Mel?" No answer. Carnie stood up. "You'll cum again, I promise, but it'll be my way. Go kneel in front of Danny and get on all fours."
Walking toward her husband, Danny searched her face for some sign of recognition, but she was too far gone, her face the picture of lust. Following Carrie's instructions, she positioned herself in front of Danny on her hands and knees, her face at his crotch, and her ass pointing at Carnie.
"Suck him."