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   When he had agreed to be tied up, I think he thought it was a joke. 
Now, he doesn't seem to think it's so funny.  Of course, it was probably
the alcohol.  He's coming down now, and things seem to be settling out to
him.  It's a shock, I'm sure.  I mean, here he is, 6'4", with biceps as big
as my legs, and he can't move a muscle.  Not much, anyway.  He looks so
vulnerable laid out there on the bed, staked out at four corners.  I've
never cared that much for that position myself, but then for a woman that's
mostly for show, to tease, there's not so much that can be done in that
position.  Of course, flipped over on my belly, that's a different story.
But this is about him, and he is on his back, just where I want him. 
There's a look of apprehension in his eyes, but not panic yet, because I'm
sure that at least part of him is turned on by what is happening to him. 
That's why his dick is half-hard, even with the leather bindings and gag.

   I changed clothes after I got him secured, and I look the part.  My
torso is covered in slick black latex.  My nipples protrude prominently
through it, and it skims the perfectly rounded cheeks of my ass, hugging my
form tightly.  There's a convenient slit for access between my legs.  The
only thing I'm still wearing from the bar is my black stiletto pumps -- he
seemed to get a thrill when I ran the tip of it up his leg, rubbing up next
to him on my bar stool.  His eyes widen momentarily when I come back into
the room.  He may be struggling for focus, but he gets the picture.

   I step up onto the bed and stand over him, looking down at his large,
solid frame.  God he is sexy.  What a catch.  I am going to enjoy using
him. He has a beautiful cock, with a large head, the better to feel it
popping in and out of my tight pussy lips.  Speaking of which, I am
incredibly turned on, and I can see him staring up at my engorged pussy
lips, protruding from the latex.  I want to feel his tongue on my clit, but
first thing is first, I'm not ready to ungag him yet.  I run my hand down
across my chest, pulling at my nipples through the latex, rubbing the hard
nubs.  My hands skim down my torso to the slit between my legs.  I watch
his growing cock as I slide my middle finger all the way into my already
soaking wet pussy.  It is tight, and I can't wait for him to fill me up.

   "Cathy, come in here, my dear." I call to my friend Cathy, who has also
been changing clothes.  His eyes open in shock this time, because he hasn't
seen her and I'm sure thought we were alone.  I like playing with Cathy. 
She is small like me, but even more wraith-like, childlike almost.  She has
no fat, just skin stretching over her tiny frame.  She has pale white skin,
so clear you can almost see the veins underneath, and her hair is a pale
blonde as well, like a blank canvas to frame her intensely large, lake-blue
eyes.  Her breasts are small, her nipples perfect pink buds that I love to
suckle on.  She is dressed the same as me, except the latex is white.  Her
hard little nipples are visible through it, and the latex pulls between her
legs, showing off her perfect, hairless, smooth pussy.  She has prominent
lips like me, and my mouth waters at the thought of pulling her clit into
my mouth and working it over with my tongue, tasting her sweet juices as
they run down into my mouth.  Mmmm.  She looks down at the catch of the day
and smiles.  She like what she sees.  "Can we keep him?" she asks with a
laugh.  I lean towards her and kiss her deeply, my hands moving in her
hair, gripping the back of her neck.  He can see our tongues dance in each
other's mouths, exploring with a bold familiarity, and his cock comes to
full length, filling with blood at the excitement of the show.  "I think
he's ready, don't you?  Why don't you ungag him, dear.  But first, let me
explain something to you, boy.  You are not in charge here; you have no
control here whatsoever.  You are here for our pleasure, and if you don't
please us, I promise I am in a position to make you sorry.  Don't make me
hurt you.  Do you understand?" I think he is torn still between
apprehension and excitement, but understands that there is nothing he can
do in any event.  "Do you feel exposed?  Vulnerable?  Do you understand
that we can do anything to you that we want?  Use your cock and make you
cum, whether you want to or not?  How does it feel for a big, strong man
like you to have to submit yourself to two little girls like us?  Now, the
ground rules.  Do not speak unless spoken to.  You are not here to talk,
you are here to fuck us and pleasure us.  I don't want to hear anything you
have to say, unless I tell you otherwise.  Do you understand?" He nods, and
Cathy bends down to release his gag, the leather sliding out of his mouth
with a string of spit that falls on his chin.  I lean down and lick the
trail of spit up with my tongue, brushing the top of his hard cock with my
slick, latex-covered belly, causing a small shudder to run through his
body. His cock is purple now, throbbing and engorged.  I can tell he is
aching for release already, and we have barely begun.

   "Cathy, why don't you go first, honey." Cathy moves over to him, and
straddles his face on her knees.  He is looking up at her full, pink pussy
lips as she settles down to position herself right over his mouth.  "Now
lick her like she is the sweetest lollipop you ever tasted.  Lick and suck
on her clit and make her cum.  Do a good job." He reaches out his tongue,
hesitantly, and she lowers her button down until the tip of his tongue
touches it.  I lean over his face to kiss her again, my tongue thrusting
deeply into her mouth as she feels his tongue start to lap at her clit.  I
can feel her tensing with the pleasure already, and a soft moan escapes her
as my lips pull away.  I leave her to it.  I move around and down his body,
and straddle his gorgeous hard on.  I take it in my hand firmly, and stand
it up, to rub it against my soaked outer lips.  I am so wet with
anticipation, my juices are already running down the shaft.  I position him
at the entrance to my tight hole, and lower myself slowly down onto him. 
He is so hard and the head so big, it literally pushes through with a pop.
I can feel his hard, thick shaft slide up me, separating the tight walls,
pushing past my cervix, all the way into my belly.  I let out a groan of
pleasure at the sensation.  I reach back with my hand and cup his balls
firmly, heavy and tight already with cum.  I slide up and down his shaft in
long strokes, working his head over my cervix at the end of each thrust,
driving him crazy, listening to the tempo of Cathy's breathing increase as
he continues to lick her wet slit.  Just as I sense he is ready to explode
inside of me, I raise up and off of him.  Just then, I hear Cathy grunt and
then a scream of pleasure tear out of her throat as she cums hard, in
wracking waves, her body shuddering.  "Come here, sweetheart, I want him to
feel you too." She slowly moves off his face, legs trembling, and I can see
her juices running down his chin, through the stubble of goatee, down his
throat.  I pull her back my hand and grab her by both hips.  I have her
positioned straddling him, but her tiny ass facing him.  I grab his hard
cock by the base and stroke it, and push her down by the shoulder onto him,
guiding his rod into the entrance to her hot, dripping wet pussy.  Despite
the wetness, I can feel the resistance as he slides into her, because she
is so small and tight.  He groans now, and I kiss her once again deeply
before kneeling down between his spread legs.  As she raises up, I bury my
face between his legs and lick the sack of his balls.  He groans more
loudly, and Iknow that he is close again already.  I open my eyes and while
I suck his balls into my mouth, I watch her tight little pussy working the
shaft of his big cock.  It's enough to make me cum right then.  I know he
can't take much more, and so does Cathy, so she raises off of him.  I pull
her down on top of me, and she slides her tongue into my mouth as she pulls
my nipple with her fingers, making me moan softly.  He has had no release
yet, and is tortured to watch us making out between his legs.  Her hand
reaches down between my legs, and with a knowing touch begins rubbing my
clit.  I am so turned on, it doesn't take very long, and I am cumming in
long, wracking spasms, her hand between my legs and her tits smashed up
against mine, tongues entwined.

   When I catch my breath, I look up to see that his hard on is, if
possible, bigger than before.  It's a wonder he hasn't creamed himself
watching us.  We always take pity at the end, so she knows what to do.  We
both raise up with our faces at his cock, looking up at him.  He looks down
and sees two beautiful women between his legs, hair hanging down, flushed
with sexual exertion.  I grab his shaft by the base, and suck his big
helmet into my mouth.  Cathy dips her head to lick his balls again while I
take his full length down my throat.  Cathy's hand replaces mine, and
starts stroking his spit-covered shaft in rhythm with my mouth and tongue.
I can feel the cum building in him, and Cathy raises her head up, sensing
the same thing.  I pull his shaft out of my throat, and her tongue joins
mine, licking the head, as she strokes him into his orgasm.  He lets out a
loud groan, and huge loads of hot, sticky cum begin to spray over both of
our faces.  I smile with satisfaction as we both lick the cum as it
pulsates out of his hole, lapping it up, licking him clean.
   "Yes, Cathy we can keep him." And I did; he's now my slave for life.