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A Double Moon Event

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 clich├ęd, 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?'

There is only silence. He turns his head to find that his Mistress Maria is nodding slowly, that evil smile having made a reappearance.

'Stand up Slave.' Grace's voice brokers no argument. He stands as soon as Maria loosens his legs. She moves along with him, never letting go of the ring.

'How does this feel, Slave?' She mocks, giving it a sharp tug.

All he can manage is a hiss.

'And this?' She pulls harder, smiling wild eyed and ferocious.

He cannot hold back the ouch that escapes.

A mistake.

Maria comes up behind him and slaps his left ass cheek hard and firm, three times within quick succession. The force causes his erection to shudder. She grabs the right cheek and leans into him.

'You think you've been punished enough yet Slave?' But he knows that it's just another trick question.

He keeps his mouth shut, do as you're told!

'Good answer,' she says, dropping down behind him, laving her tongue where the skin had gone pink, soothing it. So good. Grace lets go and leans in close to his face.

'And this?' She leans down and places her mouth over his abused nipple, wrapping her tongue around the areola and then sucking gently. His senses were in overload, his abused skin treated near reverently.

'Oh! Feels so good.'

Grace releases her mouth, her teeth dragging lightly against the highly sensitive nipple before finally letting go.

'You liked that, didn't you Slave?' Maria scoffs, still behind him.

'Loved it, Mistress.'

Grace kneels down in front of him, keeping her eyes on his. 'You took your punishment well, Slave. I think that deserves a little reward.'

He feels Maria kneel behind him. 'I think so too,' she adds grasping his balls, squeezing them remissly as if to weigh their importance using only one hand.

Never breaking eye contact, Grace grabs his cock, taking care to lick his whole length. 'How was that Slave?'

'Wonderful Mistress.'

'Would you like me to do it again?'

His hard cock practically begs for more, his balls tightening with their deepest ache yet.

Maria snickers. 'I think he would,' she says, giving his ball a slight flick.

'Yes!' He almost screams.

He watches hungrily as Grace slowly pulls his cock into her mouth, dragging her teeth lightly as she takes him deeper. Her other hand joins Maria's on his aching balls, helping her to roll them and tickle them in turn.

'How does it feel to have us both holding your balls like this Slave?' Maria asks, nudging his ass with her nose.

'Oh!' He exclaims, barely able to form words. The two women were causing him to spasm quite deliciously, 'I love it!'

Grace's tongue is performing wonderful acts of pure adulteration, swirling her way around his length. She nips his bulging tip, then soothes it with the swipe of her tongue. She works her way down again, taking her time. Her hand leaves his sack and starts to trace the inside of his thigh, while Maria continues to massage, biting occasionally at his ass before soothing the spots with her tongue.

His urge to cum was strong, but--somehow--he managed to keep it back.

Grace pulls him into her mouth twice more before moving away and standing before him.

'And how was that?' she asks.

'It was awesome Mistress!'

'Good. Now get on the bed.'

He backs onto the bed and scoots back a little, keeping his eyes on his mistresses. Together they are naked and looking glorious standing beside the bed. Both are brunette, Maria with hair flowing past her shoulders while Grace's stops just shy of her collarbone. Where Maria is lightly bronzed, Grace is pale with freckles on some very curious parts of her body.

They were eyeing him up like he was a chocolate desert at an all-you-can-eat buffet. His cock twitched again; he couldn't wait for them to come and devour him.

Maria comes around to the other side of the bed, leaning over him, pushing him flat.

'Good, now stay down,' she orders.

She crawls up and kneels beside his hip, beckoning Grace to do the same on his other side. She does so while Maria winks mischievously at him, grabbing a tube of lube from the bedside table.

She pours some of the cool liquid directly onto his cock, causing him to gasp out loud, spreading it along his impressive length. 'Do you know what we are going to do with you Slave? Have you any idea?'

He racks his brain, trying to figure it out, but she is watching him expectantly. She doesn't want to wait for the answer.

'No Mistress.' Something had just started to niggle at the back of his mind though, a past conversation perhaps?

Before he could properly process it, Maria and Grace had produced two silk scarves. They trail them over his body, the soft material leaving goose bumps in their wake. They each take one of his hands, pulling them gently, maneuvering him back before proceeding to tie his wrists to the bedstead.

He gasps, the memory clicking into place! A conversation about his love of the female ass and a desire to have his cock trapped between two at once, the women moving in sync, riding him until he came. "A Two Moon Junction" he called it!

'This is a two moon junction!' he calls out, but they ignore him, taking another scarf each, dragging them down his thighs and calves, to his feet. They tie them this time around his ankles and pull, leaving him spread eagle while they tie him securely at the bottom.

He is so excited, he literally couldn't stop his mouth! 'You're going to cum torture me with your asses!' he proclaims defiantly.

He knows almost as soon as he has said it though that it was a mistake. His mistresses stop and look at each other, almost quizzically.

'He's getting a little loud, isn't he Mistress Grace? Should we shut him up?'

'I think that's a brilliant idea,' Maria nods, pulling off one of her stockings and stuffing it into his mouth which he stupidly left open. Maria is grinning wickedly down at him, the devil burning in her fierce eyes.

'MMMPPPPHHH!!'

Grace's face comes into view--the dam half-smile is back--her hands running along his inner thighs, coming close to his crotch before retreating and coming back again. Teasing relentlessly.

'That's much better Mistress Maria, well done.'

'Yes, I quite agree.' She gives his right cheek a playful pinch, 'Don't you agree you filthy Slave?' She cups his chin with her hand, forcing him to look at her. Dear God he was so turned on!

'Just nod for me like a good boy.'

He complies, nodding meekly.

She grips his chin a little tighter, 'Well that wasn't very enthusiastic.'

Nails dug into his thighs as Grace increased her pressure. 'Not at all.'

He nods furiously, causing Maria's grin to become impossibly wider. Oh, he was going to pay for that mistake. She pinches his cheek again, this time a little harder than before.

She leans in close so that she can whisper into his ear, 'That's better,' her soft lips brush past as she speaks.

She licks his ear before pulling his lobe into her mouth and sucking, playing with it using her tongue.

Grace is now kneeling on the other side, watching the show. Maria smirks at her. What is coming next?

'I think he's figured it out too quick. What do you think Mistress Grace? Are we going to make him wait for a little while longer? Make him beg for it?'

His heart sped up a little.

'I think that's a wonderful idea. Just what he needs to learn his lesson.'

'MMMPPPHHH!!' He isn't sure if that's excitement or terror. These women were a fearsome duo, far more so than he could have ever imagined.

Maria reaches down to tweak his cock, giving it one last teasing squeeze before producing a soft cloth and removing the lube. She turns to face him, her face suddenly fierce.

His eyes widen. He knows what's coming next and he has to fight not to come in her hand.

'You think we're going to let you off that easy? Fuck you, Slave!'

He groans, loudly enough that it's audible even through the stocking stuffed in his mouth. He loved when beautiful women talked dirty.

Graces comes up beside him, her fingers threading through his hair. Without warning, she grabs a thick handful and yanks his face to hers. He felt his balls tighten. She looked like a wild woman.

'That's right Slave, fuck you! You're going to have to earn it now!' She lets his hair go and leans back, turning and moving down the bed so that he was now looking down her ass.

She stops at his feet, lowers her head and starts sucking on his toes, running her tongue between them and over his big toe like she did with his manhood.

'You're definitely going to have to earn it now.'

He watches Maria move, swinging her leg over him and straddling his face, keeping her ass in the air so he can't reach it yet. Damn woman.

'Now, you pushed your tongue inside Mistress Grace... but how far can you push your nose?'

Oh God, does she know so well what he likes!

She dangles her ass above his face, bringing it in nice and close, but not yet allowing it within touching distance.

'Well, lift your head Slave. Push your nose into my ass and smell it! Show me how much you love it!'
He raises his head and pushes his nose between her cheeks, inhaling deeply. He feels her fingers knot into his hair, lifting his head that bit higher from the bed and closer to her tight and aching hole.

'Deeper! You take one deep long sniff because that's the only air you're going to get for a little while.'

As he inhales her fingers leave his hair and he stops to watch her pull her cheeks apart, spreading that nice tight hole. All his.

'Now dig in there. Rub your nose against my asshole.'

He certainly didn't need telling twice--he presses his nose to her, inhaling deeply, rubbing his nose side to side against her hole. Slowly he forces his way in. She grinds her hips down, almost riding his face.

'Push your nose up my asshole, so I can feel it!'

He pushes further still, penetrating her hole. He hears her moan in response.

He feels Grace shimmy slightly up the bed, her mouth and tongue trailing up his inner ankle and calf. He can feel her ass close to his crotch and resists the urge to thrust. Maria grabs his cock and rubs it against Grace's ass while she wriggles back, creating the most delicious friction.

'You want this Asshole?' Maria teases, laughter evident in her voice, 'Push deep and you might get it.'

He pushes up as far as he can, his face buried in her delicious ass, his nose completely imbedded in her tight hole.

'Oh, yes! You are a good Slave!' She moans, grinding furiously against his nose. 'You enjoy this Slave?'

He nods fervently, keeping his nose inside her.

She laughs in response, letting go of his cock and lifting off his face. But she stays close.

He inhales deeply, filling his lungs.

Maria runs a hand down his abdomen, then back up again. 'That was a good Slave. Now I think you may have deserved a small reward.'

He feels Grace's mouth leave his leg as she turns to kneel between his legs, the bed dipping and creaking slightly.

'What do you have in mind Mistress Maria?'

'I think I'm in the mood for some candy cane,' she replies, leaning forward to grab is cock. She gives him a long, deliberate lick, sucking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. He feels her toes find his neck and tickle.

He fights with the urge to close his eyes and immerse himself completely in the feeling--instead he needs to savor that sight before him!

'Hmmm, delicious,' she moans, taking him back into her mouth.

He groans, his hips beginning to buck, trying to go just that bit deeper. He can feel Maria laugh while he's still deep within her throat. She pulls back, her tongue swirling the end, before taking him back between her lips in agonizingly slow rhythm.

'I think your balls are looking a little neglected,' he feels Grace's hand come to rest on the inside of his knee, her nails lightly tickling the skin. 'What do you think Slave?'

Her hand had already started to move before he could respond, trailing a softly up his inner thigh. His balls begin to tighten as her nails skate over his aching sack, continuing down the other leg. At his knee she turns her wrist and follows her path back while Maria continues to worm him in her mouth, his cock reaching the back of her throat.

He tries to keep breathing through his nose, as his two mistresses continue without mercy their onslaught.

At her third pass Grace stops to squeeze his sack firmly, tamping down his urge to cum. He wasn't sure whether to be grateful or to scream in frustration.

Maria slowly slides his cock out of her mouth, giving the tip one last swirl before pulling away.

'Are you enjoying yourself Slave?' Grace asks, amusement heavy in her voice.

'MMMPPPHH!!' is all he can manage, nodding to convey his extremely positive response.

'I think he is.'

He can practically hear the smirk in Maria's voice as she moves away from his face, reaching back to the bedside table.

She has the lube again! His heart speeds up.

Once more she pours the cool gel onto his cock, still shining from having been in her mouth, the tip bright red from her careful ministrations.

Maria squeezes him gently while spreading the lube along his length, casually twirling her thumb over his edge at every pass.

He watches her turn to look at Grace, a gleam full of sin sparkling in her eyes.

'You think he's ready to receive the Two Moons?'

'MMMMMPPPPHHHHMMMPPPHHH!!' Yes, yes, yes!!!

Grace casts a thoughtful eye, deep in contemplation.

'I think he's earned it now.' She turns around, her ass sitting on his hip as she continues to watch over him. 'Do you think he deserves to have the gag removed? I think I'd like to hear his reactions to this...'

He jerks a little as her hand started trailing up his leg again; giving him another pesky tweak.

'I think I'd like to hear him beg.' Maria leans in close to him, squeezing his cheeks together. 'Open up you filthy pervert,' she commands, 'let's hear you ask for it.'

'Tell us you want it Slave,' Grace says, squeezing his manhood firmly.

As he opens his mouth Maria swipes her thumb over his bottom lip, slowly pulling out the stocking. It's almost out his mouth when she shoves it back in, startling his gag reflex.

'Actually, just nod. Nod if you want it.'

He nods furiously.

He didn't think it was possible to be this aroused, but they kept taking him to higher levels. How the hell was he going to last?

He watches as Maria strips off her other stocking, taking time to peel it down and off before shoving it into his mouth with the other.

'Good boy,' she tells him. Turning to Grace she holds out her free hand. 'Mistress Grace, might I have one of your stockings and a shoe please?'

'Certainly,' she replies, with a slight look of confusion.

Nevertheless she un-straps one heel and hands it over, watching with curious eyes. Even she does not know what will come next.

Maria dangles it above his face, just out of reach. Excusing the pun, but high heels are his Achilles Heel. Women rarely looked sexier than when they had a pair of six inch heels strapped on.

'You want this? You want this on your face you dirty bastard?'

He didn't hesitate. He simply had to nod furiously.

He hears Grace huff, a small laugh escaping her once again. She pushes her stocking down and off, trailing it across his torso as she passes it to Maria. Its touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in it wake. He eyes Maria apprehensively as she stretches the stocking between her hands, smiling maliciously down at him.

Grace reclaims her position atop his hip, her leg curling under his, further restricting his ability to move. She reaches across his taught abdomen to squeeze his nipple, causing him to inhale sharply. Fuck, that felt good.

She then lies across him to soothe it with her tongue, before repeating the process, a little harder though this time.

'You know what I'm going to do with this, don't you? You filthy man.' Maria mocks, bringing the stocking close to his face.

'MMMPHHH!' He hears Grace huff again, pushing herself up off his chest.

'Do you think that sounded like a protest or encouragement Mistress Maria?'

Maria puts the shoe over his face, the insole resting against his nose. She secures it via the other stocking to his face, deftly knotting it behind his head.

'I think it doesn't quite matter Mistress Grace.'

Grace laughs, that damn sinful smile on her face again!

'I think you're quite right.'

'Now smell it,' Maria instructs him, 'smell it hard you kinky bastard! I know you love it.'

He inhales, breathing deeply. Oh, he did love it!

'That's good, that's very good... Again Slave!'

He does, breathing as deeply as the gag would allow.

Maria leans over his face. 'Do you want us to rub your cock between our asses?'

He nods, his eyes wide with the thought of it actually happening. He had dreamed it for so long!

'How much? Show us how much you want it you bastard! Make us believe you want it!'

He nods emphatically, the shoe slapping against his face with each of his desperate movements.

'I think he wants it, don't you?' she asks Grace, eyeing him hungrily.

'I think so too,' she replies, her hand still toying with his nipple, 'shall we put him out of his misery?'

'I think we can be merciful.' Maria chuckled, stroking his still raw gleaming lube covered cock one last time.

'Are you ready Mistress Grace?' She asks, coyly slipping one foot under his leg. She could tickle his balls with her toes that way.

Grace smirks at him.

'Let's make the little bastard scream through that gag!'

'And beg for release!'

'Scream for release!'

Maria grips his cock then pushes her ass back, rubbing him between her cheeks.

'Get your ass over here Mistress Grace!'

He watches as Grace pushes her ass against Maria's, trapping her cock between them. Then they started moving.

'MMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!' God he nearly came just from the sight alone! But the feeling... it was better than any pussy, ever!

He fought with the desire to just throw his head back and enjoy the ride--but no! He had to watch this. He had to stay strong! He didn't want to miss a second of it!

Maria sweeps her hands up her torso and up over her breasts, twisting her rock hard nipples as she goes, eliciting a gasp from herself.

He feels the ecstasy welling up inside of him, all of his senses blissfully synchronized. He decides to continue watching as Grace trails a hand down her stomach to her crotch, watching her moan as her fingers find her tight nub, teasing herself.

'Do you like that Slave? Is it good?' she asks, almost breathless.

'Oh yes,' Maria moans, 'Sooo good.'

He groans as they continue to grind their asses together, keeping his cock trapped in between. The friction is unbelievable. He tries in vain to thrust with them but it's futile. He's too nicely packed in, tied down to the bed. He can do nothing but lay there and take it.

Maria tilts her head back onto Grace's shoulder, her lips moving as she whispers something he can't quite make out. He knows there'll be trouble though.

Their pace soon slows, though they grind each other's butts that bit harder.

The pleasure that shoots through him at the new pace is exquisite. Both of his mistresses are panting, pleasuring themselves while they ride him. He can feel wetness on both of his hips and moans as he realises that it's from them. They're both so aroused they're literally dripping all over him.

As they push harder against him he swears he can feel both their assholes rubbing against his cock. He moans again, his hips bucking in vain at the thought.

Grace turns her head to look at him, her eyelids heavy, her cheeks flushed.

'Is this... what... you wanted... Slave?' she asks, gasping for air.

He nods like a madman; eyes locked on.

'You like this Slave?' Maria pants, curling her toes so she could tease his neglected balls.

He nods again, an indecipherable noise sounding in his throat as her toes caress him.

He watches as Maria tracks a hand down between her legs, her breath hitching as she finds her engorged clit.

Grace's other hand leaves his nipple and finds her own, pinching herself, a small cry escaping her. They're now virtual images. This is the hottest thing he'd ever seen!

He fights to keep his breathing. He tells himself that he has to stay in control. He could not finish before them, but he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Someone must have heard him for a moment later Grace asks, 'Should we pick up the pace now Mistress Maria?' She's panting heavily.

'I think we should Mistress Grace.'

'MMMPPPHHH!!' He knows they can't understand, but he tries anyway. He's practically screaming yes through the damn gag, begging them to do it!

'Now.'

They speed up in unison, grinding harder and faster, both continuing to finger themselves well into oblivion, panting and gasping in turn, their arousal still dripping all over his hips. He can barely breathe but he doesn't care.

He keeps his head up, refusing to miss a thing!

'Shall we make it rain Mistress Grace?'

'Let's, Mistress Maria.'

They increase their pace again.

Tears start pooling in his eyes. The sheer pleasure concentrating in his cock is like none other he has ever experienced--this is beyond incredible! His mistresses were getting so close to their climax.

Both their heads thrown back, eyes clamped shut as the orgasm approached, 'Oh yes!' the moans came, 'Oh, God yes!'

'So close,' Grace breathes, the hand between her thighs keeping that spectacular rhythm going. 'Are you close Slave?'

Of course he is! He nods like an animal, trying to convey just how close he was.

She shows her appreciation with a half smile, apparently amused. A low hum escapes her naughty lips.

Maria turns her head towards him. 'I think we're gonna make him cum for us, to the last drop,' she's panting while she speaks, that wicked gleam back in her eyes. 'To the very last drop. And if you won't give it to us willingly, we'll suck you until you're drained! To the very last drop!'

'MMMPPPHHH!!!' His hips buck vainly against his will, the imagined scene sending him close to the edge. He was so perilously close now.

He holds back as he watches them both bring themselves to the brink, both of them near screaming his name as they ride their orgasms to completion, overwhelmed by the sensations. As they both came down the realisation that neither of them have broken pace on his cock penetrates the pleasure haze fog in his brain. He just may have fallen in love.

Grace reaches her arm out and pulls the shoe and gag from his mouth, Maria smirking all the while.

'Cum for us you filthy perverted asshole--cum for us!'

'Cum now! All over us!'

'Rain all over our asses!!'

'Oh God!' It's all the incentive he needs.

He cums with a scream, his orgasm tearing through his body. His cum shoots partway up their backs as they continue to ride him, working every last drop from his body. His whole body is trembling from his release, having been denied for so long.

They slow down as his body stops convulsing, hopping off him and disappearing off into the bathroom. He doesn't mind though; it gives him a chance to steady his breathing.

When they return they are both still gloriously naked.

Maria leans onto the bed and wraps her lips around his cock, licking it clean and sucking hard, trying to get every last drop.

Grace appears on his other side and gives his balls a gentle squeeze, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. He didn't realize quite how sensitive they were.

She smiles and lets him go, setting to work on untying the restraints wrapped tightly around his legs and wrists.

His cock gives one last feeble throb into Maria's mouth before she pulls way, untying his last wrist. He looks at his Mistress in complete awe.

'That was amazing!'

They both smile at him, no longer wicked or sinful, but stomach churning in their knowing.

'Oh, yeah?' Maria asks, moving to lay down beside him, her head coming down onto his shoulder. Grace mirrors her, pulling the sheets up as she does so.

She turns her face to his as she speaks, 'Just wait until later. I believe we need to try something called "Double Daming"'.

His heart sped up a little.

'Did I get that right Mistress Maria?'

'You did.' She replies, settling the sheet around her. His heart starts to thud fiercely inside his chest while the two women nestled in against his either side.

He wasn't going to survive the rest of that night!

The END!!

double   moon   event  

Jul 5, 2018 in femdom

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