I woke up lying faceup. My eyelids were heavy and my vision was fuzzy. I could feel my naked arms, back, ass, and legs pressing against what felt like leather. I blinked a few times and squinted, as my vision slowly started to return. I lifted my head enough to see I was on a padded, black leather bed. My arms were stretched out above my head in a "Y" shape, secured to the top edges of the bed with buckles at my wrists. My legs were also spread out to about shoulder width and secured with buckles at my ankles at the bottom edges of the bed.
I tried to move but my restraints allowed no significant movement. I panicked and tried to call out, but my mouth still felt numb. I couldn't move my tongue, but realized that was due to a ball gag in my mouth. Smart move, I thought sarcastically to myself, as if there was any way my voice could assist me in my current situation. As my groggy vision continued to return to normal, I looked at my surroundings. I was in a room with a single door against the wall in front of me. The room was approximately 20 feet by 20 feet, with the sheetrock walls and ceiling all painted a light red. A soft black carpet covered the floor. There was a tall lamp in each corner keeping the room dimly lit. I was located at about the center of the room. To my left was another black leather bed, parallel to my own with the same style of restraints. At the bottom end of the bed it had two adjustable, elevated platforms (also with buckles). To my right, against the wall, was a large black dresser and a mirror of the same width as the dresser hanging on the wall above it. To the side of the dresser was a coat rack, with an assortment of cords and whips and paddles hanging from it. Oh fuck, that can't be good. Another wave of dizziness hit me and I passed out again.
Loud, sexy moaning brought me back to reality. I turned my head to see Miss Robbin, laying on her back on the bed next to me! She was clothed only in her black lacy bralette. It was pulled down, her firm boobs totally exposed. Her areolas were darker in color than Rachel's, and spread wide around her hardened, elevated pink nipples. Her long, light brown hair was splayed across the bed above her head. Her bare ass was down at the edge of the bed, hanging partly off the edge. Her legs were spread wide with her calves and ankles being supported up on the elevated platforms. From what I could tell the restraints were not in use.
Rachel was standing at the end of the bed between her mother's legs, still wearing her quarter cup red leather corsett and mini skirt combined with her black leather boots. She did not appear to be grinding, instead thrusting hard and fast, in and out, I assumed with a strapon. A smirk of domination covered her face. The scene had my cock instantly hard, and all I wanted in this life was to replace Rachel fucking Miss Robbin and to have my hands all over Rachel's perfect boobs. Rachel's mini skirt was drapped over her moms belly so I couldn't see much there but I could hear the squelching sound of Miss Robbin's wet pussy taking Rachel's intense fucking. Miss Robbin continued to escalate her loud moaning, "ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Miss Robbin arched her back, obviously on the edge of orgasm. With that, Rachel suddenly stopped, pulling out with a wicked grin. "Sorry mommy, you'll have to wait, looks like our guest is awake."
I didn't know they were aware I was watching them. Apparently Miss Robbin didnt know either, as she quickly turned her head my way. I felt my face flush as she glared angrily at me with the fury of her denied orgasm. "Please Rachel," she begged, looking first at my penis then quickly back to Rachel, "you can tell he doesn't mind, PLEASE finish me!"
Rachel turns back to Miss Robbin, "That was a very nice way to ask mommy, and you're right, he definitely doesn't mind." Of course I was totally aroused, precum trickling off my pulsing cock, pooling warm onto my belly. I tried to speak, but I couldn't get anything out past the ball gag. Rachel turned her attention back to Miss Robbin. "Mommy, you lick my asshole first, then I will finish you however you like." It was not a question, but Miss Robbin responded anyways, "Oh yes, THANK YOU!"
Rachel walked around to the top side of the bed and pushed a button. With a mechanical whir, a metal frame came up and over the bed, positioning what basically looked like a black plastic toilet seat directly over Miss Robbin's face. Rachel seemed to control the frame and held the button until the seat came to a stop just a few inches above her mother's head. Miss Robbin began licking her lips and seemed to anxiously wait as Rachel climbed onto the table and stood up. From her elevated stance, for the first time, I could see up her mini skirt: she was not wearing a strapon! She had a genuine hardened penis, shiny and dripping with a mix of her own cum and her mother's juices.