I must've been really worn out the night before because I slept like a baby all the way until late morning at around 11 am. The slight chilly morning breeze brushing against my skin was what eventually woke me up. I can still remember how sore my muscles were waking up that morning and finding myself still lying on the floor. People say vacations are supposed to be relaxing, but these past 2 nights had me completely tired out. As I sat myself up, I saw Wendy passed out on the couch in a cradled position. Bonnie had untied her and even covered her with a blanket so she wouldn't get cold.
After a long stretch and yawn, I climbed into the bed where Bonnie was sound asleep under the light bed sheet hugging a pillow. I nudged her but she only looked at me and sighed before covering her face again with the pillow. I whispered to her, "Too tired, sleepyhead?"
She groaned at me, "You... you have no idea..."
Eventually she got up and headed into the bathroom. As I laid there with my throbbing cock under the sheet, Wendy finally woke up. She looked at me with a blank groggy stare and asked, "What... what happened?"
"What do you mean?" I replied with a smile, "You passed out after having so much fun last night. Don't you remember?"
After a pause, she put her hands on her head like she was having a headache and groaned, "Oh... ug... yeah, now I remember. Um... so... it wasn't a dream, huh?"
I grinned and replied, "No, why would you want it to be? You had so much fun."
She cringed and groaned while looking away in shame. Then with a sheepily voice she said to me, "That... that wasn't me. Don't look at me like that."
With an evil smirk, I asked to her, "Which part? The part where we trained you like a sex slave? Or the part you lost it all and became perverted beast?"
Looking up in shock, Wendy gave me a confused look and fervently denied she was ever like that. Her persistent attempt to see herself as a proper young lady was driving me insanely horny. Even after that night, her mind still continued to struggle with the conflict and she would not accept her physical nature as a cumslut. I loved it.
After Bonnie came out of the bathroom, they gave each other an awkward greeting and Wendy went in to clean up. Bonnie decided to change into a sundress for our last day and putting her hair up into a ponytail. When Wendy came out of the bathroom, she also decided to put on a new dress. It was almost noon when we headed down for lunch. Like before, once outside in public, we behaved like normal tourists. The talks were simple and shallow, but again Wendy was mostly quiet.
Watching these two in their fuckable sundresses eating at my table, I felt almost as though they were both deliberately teasing me. I was growing more and more restless in my seat both from last night and realizing the short amount of time we had left here in paradise. With my cock swelling by the minute and the vacation coming to a close, I didn't want to waste a drop of time listening to their boring chatter. After lunch, I eagerly hoped we would return to our room for one last fuck fest, but the ladies decide to head to the gift shop to my aching disappointment.
While Bonnie shopped around on her own, I stayed close to Wendy. When we were alone and I was sure no one was watching, I whispered to her how much I'd love to see her lose herself to her inner slut again.
Without looking at me, she replied with her head down in shame, "I think... we all need to have some self-control. I don't think I should... be like that."
Putting my hands around her waist from the back I replied, "Well, vacations are for indulgence right? I mean, isn't that why we get away? From all the restrictions of our daily lives?"
She let out a soft gasp when her ass felt the bulge in my pants through her dress and I continued, "Hey, we have a few hours left here. One last chance to go crazy. Do you really want to pass that up?"
With that I started grinding lightly against her dress, making her breathe heavier and faster. When she was sufficiently aroused, her eyes closed and a soft moan escaped her. However, it didn't last as she snapped out of it and pushed away from me whimpering, "No... I can't... that's not right..."
Reluctantly, I let her go and went outside to wait for them in the courtyard. I was absolutely bored out of my mind. Our flight was in the late afternoon so we were still booked for half a day at the resort. I kept waiting and waiting and was sorely disappointed that our fuck time was being wasted on shopping. Finally, I had enough and figured I might as well spend my last few hours in paradise watching TV and enjoying the expensive room. I mean, it was better than walking around shopping and doing tourists stuff.
As I walked into our room, I was shocked with the most delightful sight. It hit me like a ton of bricks as I stood there with my jaw dropped wide open. Apparently while I was in the courtyard, the girls had already returned to the room. I didn't know exactly what happened or what they were doing, but by the time I got to the room Bonnie had Wendy stripped and tied to the bed in leather cuffs. Her wrists were bounded together and stretched above her head and her legs were tied wide apart.
On the bed, Bonnie had laid some more sexy toys next to Wendy's squirming body. Wendy had a pair of heavy nipple clamps already snapped on her big nipples and the clamps were joined by a chain. They were on pretty tight as I've never seen her nipples so dark red before. The pressure must've made them incredibly sensitive. Her eyes were blindfolded and she had a ballgag in her mouth. She tried to mumble to me when I came in that sounded like a helpless whimper.
Bonnie was sitting on the bed devilishly teasing Wendy's roughed up engorged nipples when I came in. She was also naked except for her garter belt, stalking, and high heel pumps. Her hair was still in a ponytail and she had the most devious grin on her face when she replied to me, "She struggled a bit, but it wasn't too difficult tying her down. Are you ready to take it to the next level?"
Honestly, I was both aroused and a little scared. Well, it was a good scare, a thrilling scare. With what we had already done to this poor girl, I didn't think there was a next level. I simply wanted more of the same. Looking like a kid in a candy shop, I replied, "uh... ne...next level?"
