His whole body tingled as he waited for what seemed like an eternity.
Vaguely he could sense movement in the room, the flickering of candlelight, hushed voices with the words imperceptible. He didn't know how many people were present—at least two. But perhaps more? He couldn't tell.
Suddenly, he felt hands grasping his wrists, which were tied with velvet rope. He gasped a little as he was firmly pushed forward, towards the bed.
"You've been a bad boy," a sexy voice whispered in his ear. "Are you ready for your punishment?"
"Yes," he breathed back. His cock stood to attention, throbbing and hard.
"Not much of a punishment if you want it this bad," the voice breathed, while a hand grasped his cock.
He was pushed face down on the mattress, while hands started stoking his body. There seemed to be an infinite number and they came from every direction—he couldn't tell how many hands there were, but they were all soft, sending goosebumps running up his back. He felt exposed, naked, as all he was wearing was the velvet rope encircling his wrists, and velvet blindfold. The hands softly ran down his back, his arms, his inner thighs, his ass, and finally up his balls and cock. The intense sensation made his whole body shudder.
The blindfold was pulled away and he blinked dozily in the dim light. He saw an incredible pair of tits in his face—round, pert, with perfect strawberries-and-cream nipples standing to attention. He knew it was Layla; would know those tits anywhere. He tried sucking on one but his face was firmly slapped.
"No!" Layla's voice was stern, but still so sexy. His cock jumped at the sound.
Next to Layla was another woman he had never seen before. Her body was soft and curvy, but still small. She looked like a goddess with soft blonde curls falling around her shoulders and an innocent face.
Layla soon established herself as the dominant in the room.
"Amelia, kneel near his face," Layla commanded. Amelia obeyed, leaning over his face so he got a close up view of her tits. They were soft and luscious.
"You may suck her nipples now," Layla instructed him. He did so, eagerly. He was shocked when a spurt of milk sprayed from her nipple into his mouth. He stopped sucking in shock and looked at Amelia's face; she winked in return.
"Did I tell you to stop? Keep going, slut!" Layla twisted his nipple until he started sucking on Amelia again. The pain was intense but god, it made him so horny. He eagerly drank the milk flowing from Amelia's nipples. It was so warm and creamy and wrong, he lapped it up as fast as it came out.
He felt Layla sucking his cock, her head expertly bobbing up and down. When he glanced down at her, her big green eyes were trained on his face. She looked so hot he almost came just then, but managed to stop himself. Having two beautiful women focus their attention on him was almost too much.
He felt Layla's hand grasp the base of his cock, and then start massaging his balls. He was in too much ecstasy to think about what she was doing. The moment she slipped a finger inside his asshole, his hips bucked upward. "Whoa!" he yelled.
"Steady there, I know you love this. Just relax," Layla said. He lowered his hips down and started to enjoy the feeling of her slim finger exploring his asshole. It felt like her finger was circling inside his tight asshole, touching all the sensitive areas it could.
"Oh god," he moaned.
"Knew you'd love it, you little whore," Layla spat at him. "In fact, I think you need more. Look how hard your cock is."
It was true, his cock was absolutely throbbing. He hadn't seen his cock so hard in a long time. He could barely focus on the milky tits in front of him because the sensations in his ass and cock were so intense.