He stands beside the bathroom window, stock still just as ordered.
His pants are long gone. He's already rock hard from the tongue bath he'd given his wicked Mistress just moments ago. As a reward for his efforts he'd been promised a new mistress, a second to join in the game. He was practically dripping just from the thought. After all, the game was always so much better with three.
With the sound of the door knob turning, he is brought sharply back to his senses.
The door swings open and out saunters Maria, another woman--one he did not recognize--following close behind, wearing only black laced lingerie and six inch stilettos.
His breath catches momentarily in his throat. His taste in women tended towards brunette and curvy, preferably with an ass... but by God, they were both more than just that.
He admires with particular attention their sheer black stockings. Stopping part way up their thighs, they left him open to admire the creamy expanse just below their panty lines. They both move with intent and with purpose; both appearing like a pair of wanton creatures of night.
While others might call them clichéd, he liked to call them hotter than hell. Every delicious curve was on display--from the fullness of their breasts and the rounding of their bellies, all the way down to the swell of their asses and their thighs whenever they moved. He almost came just from the sight, but somehow he managed to keep himself under control.
If he was to cum before he had been given permission, there would be punishment. And not the good kind.
His new mistress stops partway into the room, scanning his every inch with a critical eye. A half smile plays about her lips.
His Mistress Maria stops before him, dropping to her knees. Grabbing his cock with one hand, she looks up at him and smirks. He inhales sharply but holds firm. He is wondering what will come next.
'Meet your new Mistress Grace.'
He locks eyes with Mistress Grace as Maria gives his length a slow lick. He can't help but allow for a slight moan to escape his mouth. As he watches, Grace's face twists upwards into one truly wicked grin. He involuntarily trembles.
Maria rises from her position, keeping her hand on his cock. 'He's been a very good boy so far; he cleaned me up quite well.' She says, turning to face Grace.
'Wonderful, then he'll know just what to do.'
Grace turns and walks towards the bed situated to the far side of the room, stopping once she reached its side. She raises her hand and crooks a finger, beckoning him.
'Come here, Slave.'
Eager as he is, he takes a moment too long to get moving. A hand between his shoulder blades shoves him hard.
'Move it asshole.'
He stumbles, almost crashing to the floor. His finger tips brush the top of the carpet as he rights himself. Many others might have felt embarrassed, but her cruel and savage behavior impossibly aroused him even more. His Mistress liked to play it rough, and he adored it.
A hand slapped his ass, hard. 'Yes Mistress,' he utters, moving at an even quickened pace. He keeps his eyes on his new Mistress as he wanders ever closer, but he can't help but wonder what she'll be like. Maria is hard; he smiles inwardly as he thinks to himself, his evil dominatrix.
He wonders if Grace could be as equally hard, or perhaps she has the gentler touch. His stomach quivered, the many different possibilities rolling through his perverted little mind. He would soon be finding out.
He stops before her and she gives him that half smile again, her gaze is traveling the length of his body. As their eyes lock he realizes her smile is more a smirk, and that it's positively sinful. His cock twitches with delight.
'Now, Slave,' Grace begins to purr, 'I want you to remove my bra and panties, slowly. The stockings stay on.'
Oh, he groans, 'Yes Mistress.'
He'd never admit it to anyone, but this was amongst his favorite part of the game. Here his hands could cherish their bodies, allowing his fingers to linger and gently trail the arms, backs and thighs, as he slowly, torturously, removed their clothing, exposing sensitive flesh into the night's eager air, piece by piece.
Grace's skin is covered in Goosebumps by the time he's finished.
Her garments strewn on the floor, she looks at him with heavy lidded eyes. A hand rises to trail a finger along his jaw, stopping at his chin.
'That was very good Slave, I think you deserve a reward for that.' She says, slowly turning around. Arching her back slightly, 'Do you like my ass, Slave?' she asks coyly. She already knows the answer.
He groans inwardly, oh God. She'd obviously been well informed regarding his preferences. The only way she could have gotten to him more was by shoving her feet in his face.
He realizes he hasn't responded yet. 'Yes Mistress.'
'You may touch it if you wish,' she says, looking at him with that wry smirk, 'but only with your tongue.'
He scrambles to his knees, desperate to taste that ass.
Oh God, he whimpers to himself, what an ass! His face remains mere inches away; he is so close he is sure he can already taste her.
He notices much to his delight a light scattering of freckles spread over each of her voluptuous, creamy white butt cheeks. There were no tan lines.
He decides to start slowly. Good behavior, after all, almost always went rewarded.
He runs his tongue up one cheek--following the thigh crease all the way to her lower back--making sure to slather the entire area before moving onto the next. He inwardly curses not being able to use his hands; the desire to shove his face between her ass cheeks is almost too intense.
When he has completely covered the second cheek he pulls away, although not quite willing. He looks up, gazing over at Grace.
'That was very good, Slave. Would you like more?' She asks, inviting him in with the wriggling her of her hips.
'Oh, hell yes Mistress Grace,' he all but yells back.
He hears a snicker from behind. Turning his head slightly, he sees that Maria is leaning against the wall where he had left her, an outrageous grin prying her lips apart. He turns back to Grace to watch while she bends over, bracing her arms on the bed, her cheeks spread slightly once readied and waiting comfortably in her new position.
'You may do whatever you like to my ass, but only my ass. Understand Slave?'
He can't stop his mouth from replying, 'Is Mistress sure? I have a thick Pleasure Schlong.'
'Are you questioning me, Slave?'
He doesn't hesitate. He nestles his face in amongst her cheeks, using his hands to spread her wider, licking deeply and desperately deep inside her tight hole. She gasps and pushes back against his face, trying to take him deeper.
'Oh, yes!' She groans like a ferocious animal, 'It's so good, my Slave!'
His tongue probes further, causing her to clutch in sweet anguish at the bed sheets. Moaning inaudibly, he hears a soft more barely escape her lips.
He dutifully complies, thrusting his tongue even deeper inside her silken back passage. He wriggles it around, hoping for his Mistress to feel as much as possible.
'You're so very good at this Slave...' she pants. She wants more; he can hear it in her voice, but he needs to be sure. She is new to him after all.
He moves his hands to her hips as he pulls away, causing her head to snap up. Their eyes end up meeting over her shoulder.
'How deep do you want my tongue Mistress?' He asks, almost panting from the desire.
She reaches behind herself and slowly pulls her cheeks apart, not even blinking once.
'How deep will it go, Slave?'
He needs no further invitation.
He plunges his tongue deep and laps everything up for as far as he can reach. Her back arches violently in response, evidently craving more.
'Oh, yes!' She screams, the sound muffled only by the fact that her face is now buried amongst the sprawled bed sheets, her chest heaving. She keeps her cheeks spread for him, her body quivering from the effort.
A sudden weight on his calves and the feeling of fingernails scraping the soles of his feet has him thrashing. He has no choice but to pull away from Grace's most delicious ass hole. Pain he can endure, but tickling...
An indignant cry comes from the bed. 'Did I say you could stop, Slave?!' But Maria increases the weight on his legs. 'Keep still you lowlife, and keep licking your Mistress.'
God Damn, he was being tested tonight!
He plunges back in, his tongue working forcefully to invade behind, thrusting in and out, trying to taste all that she had to offer while Maria's malevolent fingers continued up along his legs.
He grips Grace's hips tighter, his whole body twitching as he fights to control himself, trying so very hard to stay in place.
It is with both relief and disappointment when he hears Grace, 'You can stop now Slave.'
He withdraws his tongue and gives her hole one last kiss before pulling away. He can feel that Maria still has him pinned, lazily dragging her nails across his calves and down to his toes.
Grace sits on the edge of the bed before him, her legs spread just slightly. He could quite clearly make out the small patch of neatly manicured hair laying there, coaxing him in.
His cock began to twitch again.
'That was very good Slave, did you like it?'
He doesn't hesitate, 'Oh, yes Mistress!' he cannot help but shout.
He feels Maria's hand skate over his ass, grasping finally at his balls, squeezing with enough pressure to cause slight pain. The evil Dominatrix.
He bites back a moan. He can feel her breath against his ear as she leans in just that bit closer.
'Are you relieved, Slave?'
He swallows his response. He knows that there is no correct answer to that question.
Grace is looking over his shoulder, her eyes locked presumably on Maria's; that sinful half smile having crept up on her face again. It could only mean bad things.
She snaps her eyes back to him and leans forward. Reaching out she hooks a finger into his shirt--tugging it quite forcefully--peering down the small opening at his neck.
'Remove your shirt Slave.' The hand on his balls squeezes lightly. 'Slowly,' Maria breaths.
He grips the edge of his shirt and slowly lifts it up, revealing himself bit by agonizing bit. The air is cool on his skin; his nipples harden as soon as they are exposed. Both women coo softly as they watch over his little performance. He allows himself a brief but smug smile.
'You did a very good job before Slave,' says Grace. She reaches out and lightly takes a hold of his nipple ring. A small tingle of alarm sounds inside his head.
'But,' she pauses meaningfully, 'you did stop when your Mistress Maria touched you, and I think that requires small punishment. Wouldn't you agree, Mistress Maria?'
