Slow Tease, Sweet RevengeChapter 4
Marie and I spent the next few days together, walking on the beach, making love, and formulating our plan for Bob's demise. It turned out to be a deliciously cruel plan. We would make Bob suffer for days, while he watched us enjoy each other's bodies over and over and over again. It was decided: we would spend our entire Spring Break together, with Bob completely at our mercy. I knew Bob's last name after the arrest, so I looked him up in the phone book and gave him a call. Spring Break was coming up in a week and a half, and Marie and I decided to invite Bob down to Key West, for some scuba diving and hours of indoor fun in a rented bungalow on the beach.
Bob's phone rang and a female voice answered, "Hello?" "Hi, is Bob there? This is Heather." The other end was silent for a moment. "Hold on. Bob, it's for you. Some girl named Heather." She was definitely not pleased. Bob picked up the phone. "Um, Heather?" "Hi, Bob. Listen I'm sorry about what went on at the beach and at the club. I wasn't ready for your strong advances, but I feel really bad that you ran into so much trouble." "Yeah, um, I'm sorry too. Listen, this is kind of a bad time. Can I call you back?" I gave him my number. He called two hours later, apologizing for having 'that girl' over. He said they were only dating and it was nothing serious. This guy was a real charmer! I continued to tell him that I was sorry for our misunderstanding and that I actually thought he was the hottest guy out of all the guys who came to the club to see me dance. (Of course, he ate it up!) I went on to tell him that there is another girl in the club named Marie who has had her eye on him too. He obviously knew who Marie was, and his excitement grew as the most incredible sexual fantasy began to unfold for him over the phone. In no time, I had him agreeing to cancel his Spring Break plans to Bermuda with that girl he was 'only dating' and to come down to the Keys with Marie and me for a week of wild partying... just the three of us.
He was ecstatic when he hung up the phone. So was I. I called Marie to tell her that the trap was set! Marie rented a bungalow on Key West every year, and this would be our destination. She told me it was right on the beach and she also assured me that it was very secluded. "No one will hear Bob screaming for mercy", she said. The thought made me laugh... and it made me feel very horny.
As the trip drew closer I became more and more excited. Marie and I spent nearly the entire week-and-a-half leading up to the trip together. We worked out long hours, and tanned almost daily on the beach or at each others' places. When it was finally time to go, we couldn't wait to get our hands... and our legs... our hair... our breasts... our lips... all over Bob. When we got to his place the morning of our departure, he was ready to go too. Marie and I rode up to Bob's house on Marie's motorcycle. (We decided that Bob would follow us in his Porsche the whole way down.) We were both wearing denim cutoffs, cowboy boots, and bathing suit tops. Our hair flowed out from under our helmets. Bob was waiting for us in his driveway, leaning up against his car with a cigarette, trying to act cool. He wore white tennis shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. He looked like he had spent the entire time since my first call working out...his muscles were well-defined and his skin was tanned. The thought of Bob's hard body aching to touch me, made me wet the moment I saw him.
Marie and I hopped off her bike at the end of the drive. Taking off our helmets and shaking out our hair, we walked up the drive to Bob. Bob's eyes darted back and forth from Marie to me as he eagerly anticipated a week of ecstasy. His cock was already hard as a rock beneath his shorts when Marie slid up to him and ran her fingernails up his bare chest. "You look even sexier in the sunlight", she told him. I stood on the other side of Bob. I looked him in the eyes and smiled. I reached out my hand and squeezed the bulge in his shorts. "Are we gonna have fun this week, Bob?", I asked. "Yes", Bob gasped. "Yes, we will." He was very nervous. "Good", I said. We then kissed him, leaving bright red lipstick marks of both his cheeks. "Um, you guys wanna go inside for a drink before we hit the road?", he asked. "No", I said. "Let's get down to Key West and just forget about everything!" I threw my backpack in the back of Bob's car. It contained all the essentials for that week: lingerie, bathing suits, shorts and party clothes; sunglasses, tanning lotion, massage oils and towels; soft velvet ropes, feathers, candles and other implements of sweet, slow torture. Marie and I got back on her bike, and Bob followed us in his car. I laughed to think of how he must have been fantasizing, driving behind two sexy babes on a motorcycle in the 90-degree sun. "Like a moth to the flame", I thought.
We arrived at Key West shortly after 12 noon. The sun was hot and people were everywhere... music was blasting from radios, Frisbees were flying and everyone was checking each other out. The Spring Break action was already in high gear. Marie and I rode right up to the beach and parked the bike. Bob pulled up next to us. I walked around to his door as he opened it and I placed my foot down between his legs on the driver's seat. "Look at all the road dirt on my leg", I said. Bob ran his finger up my leg creating a streak of clean skin under the grime that accumulated during our ride. He abruptly stopped his finger at the fringe of my shorts, though, as if cautious not to take things too fast. Bob wasn't going to take any chances of blowing this opportunity! "Marie and I are going swimming to clean this shit off. Come with us." I grabbed a beach blanket and some tanning oil and we headed for the beach.
Marie and I removed our boots and shorts and Bob stripped down to a little bikini bathing suit. It was kind of embarrassing to be seen with him, because he looked like he belonged on the Riviera, not in Florida. Regardless, we all ran into the water, which felt cool and silky after being exposed to the hot, dusty wind on the ride down. I instinctively swam hard and fast out towards the sea; I still had to get used to the fact that I was going to be near Bob the entire week. After swimming out a good distance, I stopped and began to tread water, looking back at Bob and Marie who were frolicking in the surf. It was hard to believe that I was actually here, and that Marie and I were really going to carry out our plan. I thought about all the time I spent with her planning for this moment, and I started to get excited. I reminded myself to take my time with Bob and not to be so nervous. I began to swim back towards him. He was going to be mine... all mine.
Chapter 5
I swam up behind Bob and slipped a finger into his bathing suit and started to pull it off. As he turned around and grabbed me, Marie jumped on him and pushed him under the water. For a good half hour we all wrestled in the surf, laughing and grabbing at each other. Bob got a good feel of both our bodies, as we tackled him in the surf and slid all over him. When we were all finally out of breath, we returned to our blanket and I asked Bob to rub some lotion on me. I sat on the blanket and he knelt down behind me. He squirted some oil into his hand and started to slowly rub it onto my back, shoulders and arms. While Bob worked on me, Marie knelt behind him and began to rub lotion onto his body.
After he was done with my back, I turned around and let Bob rub some lotion onto my chest and tummy, and then onto my sexy legs. Bob was sweating as Marie continued to work his neck and shoulders with her expert fingers, and we were attracting some envious stares from other guys on the beach. "You're being watched, Bob", I said. "Half the guys on the beach wish they could be you right now." "But, you can tell them to eat their hearts out", Marie said, "because it's just you and us this week." Bob giggled gleefully. With that, she turned around. It was now Bob's turn to rub lotion onto Marie's body, while I continued where she left off on his. I squirted lotion onto his belly and began to rub it all over his chest. Bob began to breathe heavily. I then worked on his calves, his knees, his thighs. He was hard the entire time, and I made sure to lightly brush over his cock occasionally. After we were all good and greasy, we headed for the strip arm in arm, with Bob in between both of us.
We ate a quick lunch and then drove south toward Marie's bungalow. When we arrived, I was surprised to see how secluded we were. There was no one in sight and the only sounds of people were motorboat engines way off in the distance. Our bungalow was the only building I could see and it was surrounded by palm trees. Bob was so excited that he jumped out of his car and grabbed us both around the waist - one of us in each arm - and spun us around and around. He was talking a mile a minute about how this was going to be the greatest vacation of his life and how he would make sure it was just as great for us. "Come on... let's go in there now and start our vacation out right!", he said. He was smiling ear to ear. So were we. I grabbed Bob's hand and pulled him towards me. I reached around and grabbed his ass with my other hand and pressed my pelvis against his hard-on. "We've got all week, baby", I said. For the first time, I kissed him on his mouth. I gently parted his lips with mine, and gave him soft little kisses all over his mouth; first his upper lip, then the right corner of his mouth, then his lower lip, then the left corner. I flicked my tongue over his lips and bit gently on his lower lip, lightly pulling on it until it slid out from between my teeth. Holding my mouth millimeters from his and squeezing his tight buns, I said, "Relax. Marie and I want the first time to be sweet and special. We want to make sure we have completely seduced you so that you will want only us. Once we're sure of that, you can fuck our brains out all week long."
"Come on Heather", he said. "You guys were seducing me twice a week before I got banned from your joint. I'm ready!" He leaned his face toward mine. Marie walked up behind him and grabbed his hair just as he was about to kiss me. She pulled his head back and whispered in his ear, "Really Bob, where's your sense of adventure and romance?" While Bob's head was back, I nibbled on his neck and caressed his chest. As he moaned, Marie stood on tiptoe and stuck her tongue in his ear. We held that position for about half a minute before we let go of him. "My knees are weak, girls", he said. "I don't think I've ever been this horny. I don't know what kind of seduction you have in store for me, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm already yours - lock, stock and barrel." "Ooh, I like that image", I said, using the opportunity to grab his bulge yet again. I was getting to like the feel of his cock in my hand.
I could tell it was large, and the feel of it straining to be free of his sexy shorts - straining to enter my sweet, tight pussy - made me very wet. "Why don't we pour a couple of long drinks first, relax in the hammocks on the porch, and get to know each other?" "Anything you say, Heather. I'll do anything you girls want." "Women", said Marie sternly. "What?", asked Bob, startled. "We're women, not girls", she said. After a pause she laughed. Bob looked relieved. "For a second there, I thought you were serious", he said. Before long, he would find out just how serious we were.
Marie and I got all our things unpacked in the bungalow and we poured a few rum and cokes as Bob settled into one of the hammocks outside and lit a cigarette. Marie and I kept smiling at each other. "I'm so horny from this", I whispered to her. Marie nodded her head and slipped her hand inside my bikini bottom. She gave me a look that said she wanted the same so I reached into her damp shorts and stroked her sopping pubic hair. We both stood there smiling at each other as we fondled one another to instantaneous orgasms. As we brought the drinks out, I recalled discussing with Marie whether or not we should drug Bob only for him to wake up bound to the bed and bewildered. We decided against it, figuring that it would be much better if he agreed to be tied up. If he still trusted us at that point, it would make our deception much more gradual and effective.
Bob was lying in his hammock like a harem sheik. Instead of reclining in our own hammocks, Marie and I went into the bungalow and brought out two stools. We placed our stools on either side of Bob and sat looking down at him. I handed him his drink, bent down and French-kissed him. Each kiss, I thought, was like throwing kindling on the fire. "What a view!", he celebrated. We bullshitted for a long time and then out of the blue, Marie asked, "Were you ever aware that Heather and I are lovers?" "No shit!", Bob exclaimed. "This is getting better and better every second! Are you two going to let me jump in the middle?" "Baby, you already are in the middle", Marie said, as she set her drink down. She reached over Bob and began to caress my breasts. My nipples grew rigid and I threw my head back and began to moan. The combination of the erotic build-up all day long, Marie's exquisite hands kneading my tits, and Bob looking up at me with an enormous aching hard-on, made me rock back and forth on my stool until I moaned and screamed out in orgasm. The minute I came, though, Marie abruptly stopped and grabbed Bob's hands as he began to masturbate. "Don't!", she commanded. "I want you to do that to me."
Marie took off her shorts and spread her legs wide over Bob's hammock. "Touch me, Bob." Bob slid his hands up her silky thighs until he reached her pussy. He played with her clitoris with his fingertips and then slid his fingers into her hole. He played with Marie's tits with his free hand and she began to writhe like she did on stage: her hips moved in circles over Bob as she ran both her hands up through her hair. I was still quivering from my last orgasm, but I got down on my knees and began to hump Marie's leg. We were both moaning and gasping now as Bob worked Marie more and more vigorously with his hands. Finally, she exploded with a scream of pure ecstasy and I came again as I felt her calf flex between my thighs. I was sweating and trembling and kissing Marie's ass as she fell limp onto Bob. She kissed him over and over again on his face and neck and chest, and she pressed her hot snatch against his shorts. "Come on baby, I need it now", Bob said, breathlessly. "Your cunt is soaking through my shorts. I'm gonna cum any second, and I'd rather do it inside you." Marie stood up and said, "Oh baby, don't cum yet. Heather, help the poor boy." As she stood aside, I unzipped Bob's fly and his pecker lurched skyward.
"Wow, look at it Marie!", I said. "That's a beautiful cock! And it's been erect all day long! I'll bet there's a lot of jism in those balls, Bob. Would you rather have me drink it up, or Marie?" "Heather, I've never wanted anybody like I want you. Please suck it!" So, I leaned forward and placed my warm, wet lips around his cock head and began to suck ever so lightly. Bob's whole body froze for a moment and all at once he began to breathe heavily and say "Oh god... Heather. Heather!" I licked the underside of his cock head, where the little strip of skin marks the most sensitive spot on a man's penis. His body jumped and he cried out, "Go down on it... NOW!" Marie smiled and said, "My God, Bob, how long has it been?" I stopped my gentle head-teasing and laughed. "Come on Marie, I feel flattered." "Let's go inside", said Marie. "I want Bob on the bed. Let's do him together." "Sounds good to me, Bob", I said. "Let's go to bed... all three of us."
"I don't know if I can make it to the bed", said Bob as he stood up. His entire body was trembling and he looked disoriented. We both took an arm and escorted him inside. The bed was a full size bed with a metal frame. The headboard had bars and the foot of the bed was similar... I remember Marie telling me how perfect the bed was for tying a person down. "You look like you could use another drink", I told Bob. Seeing our amused expressions must have made Bob think that he was acting too desperate. He tried to regain his composure and said, "Yeah, I could use another drink." I went to pour it as he sat down on the side of the bed. Marie crawled onto the other side and over to where Bob was sitting. She began to knead his shoulders and blow on the back of his neck. "You really need to relax, Bob. This isn't a race. Foreplay is more than an activity, it's a place. Let's stay here for a while, baby. The longer you wait, the greater the payoff."
She kissed the back of his neck and rubbed his arms as I brought the drink to him. "Hey Bob", I said as I sat down beside him and caressed his thigh. He looked at me like a dog begging for scraps at the dinner table. "Let's play a little game." "What game?" "Well... remember how you would watch Marie and I dance at the club, and all you could do was sit there and watch?" "Mm-hmm." "Well, didn't it drive you crazy not to be able to touch us?", I asked. "To feel us?", Marie added. "To experience us?", I finished. "Goddammit, of course it did!", he said. I gave him a sweet, seductive kiss. "Well now you can do whatever you want with our bodies... all week long", I said. "You can touch us, you can kiss us, you can lick us and you can fuck us any way you want. We're gonna jerk you off and suck your cock and send you to heaven with our pussies. But first, let us make you feel helpless one last time. Let us dance for you before we give ourselves to you entirely. The desire will build up to a boiling point, and then you can ravage us with the abandon you've always fantasized about. What do you say?" Before he could answer, Marie said, "Come on Bobby... be a sport. You'll probably never get the chance to be with women like us again. Trust us to give you the time of your life." "Okay", Bob said. "If you girls wanna get kinky, I'm into it, but believe me, I've never held out this long... so don't be cruel." "Don't worry Bob", I said. "We will pay the utmost attention to your desires. We've never done this before for anyone else." "Yeah, you're special, honey", Marie said. "Now lie down on your back."
Bob did. I took the velvet ropes from our backpack and we tied Bob spread-eagle to the bed. For a good minute, Marie and I looked down at Bob and then at each other, and then back at Bob again. This was too good to be true. Almost as if to prove to myself that I wasn't dreaming, I stripped off my bikini and crawled on top of Bob. I let my tits gently rub their way up his body as I crawled up to look into his face. "Ooh Bob", I said, as the head of his cock brushed along my pubic hairs. "Here you are." "Here I am", he said. He was looking into my eyes with incredible longing. "Guess what?", I whispered. "What?", he asked breathlessly. "I've got you exactly where I want you. And I'm never gonna let you go. What do you think about that?" "Ooh... sounds like I'm in trouble", he replied playfully.
Bob still believed that this was all just a game. I smiled sweetly at him and then I began to kiss him. First, I gave him a long, wet French kiss as I rubbed my wet labia against his cock. I stuck my tongue deep inside his mouth and sucked at his lips. He strained to get his dick further inside my pussy, but I pulled away ever so slightly each time he tried. After Frenching his mouth, I kissed his face until I found my way to his right ear. As I caressed Bob's outstretched arms with my hands, I gently nibbled on his earlobe while rubbing my snatch against his stomach - just above his cock. At this point, Bob's face was red and he was really squirming. "Oh, babe. Oh, come on, babe. You're driving me crazy!" Marie finally broke her silence. "How do you like the game so far, Bob?", she taunted. "Who do you think is winning?" At this point I was running my tongue around Bob's nipples, licking and kissing his chest and stomach while my hair softly brushed over his body. "Oh Heather, please untie me! I can't stand this!", Bob pleaded. Marie laughed as I slowly worked on Bob's heaving chest and abs... driving him wild with my gentle caresses and my soft kisses. Marie pulled off her bikini bottom and straddled Bob's face. "Eat my pussy", she commanded. Drowning in her juices, Bob sucked and licked at Marie's sweet cunt as she ground it into his face.
Listening to Marie's ecstatic moans, I began to delicately blow Bob like I first did out on the hammock. He was thrusting his hips as he tried to get his rock-hard cock deeper within my throat. I wouldn't give him the pleasure of fucking my mouth, though. Instead, I licked his shaft until it was glistening wet and I caressed his balls with one hand while I tickled his asshole with the other. Marie screamed with delight when she came and at her cue I stuck a finger up Bob's ass. His whole body arched up from the mattress as if he himself was cumming... but he couldn't. I got up off the bed and stood back for a while. Marie had Bob by the hair and was still smothering him with her sopping pussy. She looked over to me with a nasty smile and moved Bob's head back so that he could look straight up at her. "Hi Bobby", she teased. Bob was dazed and out of breath. His face and his dick were wet and red. "Marie." His throat sounded dry. "Baby, you've gotta do something, or else I'm gonna explode." "Not yet," said Marie. "Spring Break's only a few hours old. We don't want fireworks yet, do we?" As she smiled down at Bob, she put her hands on his arms so that she could slide her warm snatch up and down his torso, covering his upper body with her sweet, sticky juices. He looked imploringly into her eyes, then he looked over to me. "Please... we can play games all week. I just can't take this anymore. Please untie me, okay?" Marie continued to mock him. "You're trembling, honey. You're not cold are you?" "Cold? I'm on fire, baby! Come on! This has gone far enough...a man can only take so much..." "He's right Marie", I said. "Maybe you better get off of Bob so I can give him what he deserves."
She got off and I crawled on. I cupped his balls in my hand again and lightly rubbed them. As I continued to rub them I began to tighten my grip, and very soon Bob's face screwed up and he let out a loud groan. "What's the matter Bob, do your balls hurt?", I asked, in an innocent little girl voice. "Shit... this is killing me. They're too full. Heather... I can't take it any more!" I pursed my lips, "Poor baby". "Heather... why are you doing this to me?" "I am giving you what you deserve", I said as I moved up and knelt with my knees pressing on Bob's chest. "And this is just the beginning. Marie and I are going to slowly torture you until you cry for mercy. We're going to make you really, really suffer." "Heather, this is a little crazy, don't you think?" All of a sudden, my rage surfaced. "It's not crazy, you motherfucker! You're the one who's crazy!" I started to slap his face and then I began punching him. Laughing hysterically, Marie pulled me off of Bob and onto the floor. "What the fuck are you doing?", Bob screamed. "What's you're fucking problem? Untie me now, you crazy bitch! Untie me now!!!" I lunged toward him again, but Marie held me back. "Stop it, Heather. Stop acting like Rambo!", she laughed. "Remember what I told, you... the slower and gentler your revenge, the sweeter it will be."
There was a silence as Marie let go of me. Bob just looked up at us, and now he looked scared. "Revenge? What the hell are you talking about?" "Well Bob, I guess the cat is out of the bag", said Marie. "Do you want to tell him, Heather, or shall I?" "I will. Bob, I can't believe you fell for this whole trap. You're one stupid, arrogant son-of-a-bitch to believe that I'd ever want you after you treated me the way you did at the club. Not to mention the time you attacked me at the beach." I paused and tried to maintain an even tone. "And certainly not to mention the fact that you murdered Steve!" My voice was quivering with rage and I felt like crying. Marie put an arm around me. Bob's face turned white. "What are you talking about? I never killed anyone." "You'd better watch who the fuck you're lying to, you bastard. I have you tied down right now...I could kill YOU!", I screamed. "Ah yes... a painful, lingering death", mused Marie. "Wait... I didn't.... I never hurt anyone." Bob's mouth sounded dry. "How can you say this?" Marie and I just stared at him. "Oh God", he said, on the verge of tears.
"This is the LAST thing I expected. You want to know something? I was so excited for this trip that I didn't have sex or jerk-off all last week. Christ... I blew off my FIANCEE for this trip!" I couldn't believe it. "You mean to tell me that the girl who answered the phone when I first called; the one were going to Bermuda with, was your..." "Yes. She was my fiancee." "Well tough shit, baby", said Marie, shaking her head. "I couldn't care less about your future plans. We know you stabbed our friend Steve, and all I can tell you is that you'd better admit it... right now!" Bob looked broken. He let out a long, wavering breath and looked up at the ceiling. "God help me...", he gulped. "I... I didn't." I broke out in tears. "I need to go for a fucking swim", I said, and ran for the door. "Payback's gonna be a bitch", Marie said over her shoulder, as she followed me outside.
Chapter 6
Fortunately we were on a desolate beach, because I was still naked and Marie was only wearing her bikini top when we ran out of the cottage. I felt so emotional that I just wanted to dive under the water and never come back up. Amidst all the excitement of luring Bob down here and catching the Spring Break vibes on the trip down, I forgot just how angry and hurt I was. I fell to my knees in the surf and put my head in my hands and cried. Marie knelt beside me. "It's okay Heather... just let it all out." I put my arms around her. She rocked me gently. "The hardest part is over now. Bob now knows why he's here and he knows he's going to be punished."
Kneeling in the surf, in Marie's arms, I slowly went from feeling confused and angry to feeling aroused. I looked up into Marie's face and she brushed away my tears. I squeezed her and kissed her and we fell rolling into the surf. Marie wrestled herself free and I chased her up and down the beach and into the water. We played for a while until we were both laughing and sweaty and horny as hell again. As the sun began to set, Marie told me to lie back on the sand. I watched the horizon turn deep red as Marie kissed and licked my vagina and I drifted from orgasm to sweet orgasm. When Marie was done with me, she crawled up and we fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted.
It couldn't have been much more than an hour before I awoke. It took me a second to recall where I was and when I did, I panicked just a little. I shook Marie's shoulder to wake her up. "Marie, let's check on Bob. If he escapes..." "Don't worry", said Marie, rubbing her eyes. "We've got him tied up pretty securely. But, you're right. Let's go check in on him anyway!" We walked into the dark cabin. "Yoo-hoo!", I called in a sing-song voice. "Anybody home?" No answer. Marie flicked on the light. Bob was lying there, looking up at the ceiling. His dick was also pointing straight up. "Gee, Bob", I giggled, "has you're cock been hard all this time?" He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "Can I have some water, please?" I looked to Marie, who shrugged. Without answering, I went to the sink, poured a glass of water, and put it on the table next to the bed. "There you go baby." "I can't drink it if you keep me tied up." "Gee, Bob, you've got a point there. I guess I'll just have to drink it for you." He watched as I drank down the entire glass. "Ahhh... good cold water!" Bob stared at me.
"What, exactly, are you going to do to me?" "Exactly? Hmmm, I don't know yet. Let's see." I slid back on top of Bob - figuring it was a good place to start - holding my body a hair away from his, so that he could feel my warmth. I looked into his eyes, practically touching noses with him. "Now that you're completely at my mercy, I have so many options." "And so much time", said Marie, moving up the left side of the bed, letting her fingernails trail their way up the inside of Bob's leg. When her fingers got close to his balls, he started to breath heavily again. When she began to gently caress his swollen sack, he let out a small whimper. "You sound pathetic", I whispered as I began to tug at his right earlobe with my teeth. Bob's body once more grew tense as a board as Marie and I slowly turned up the heat on him.
I spent a little more time licking and nibbling on his ear while my sexy assistant began to suck his toes... one at a time. I worked my mouth down to his neck, which I lightly pecked and prodded with my soft lips. The moment Bob began to moan, I started caressing his muscular chest in delicate circular motions. Marie switched to the second foot at about the same time. "Please... at least touch my dick!" We ignored Bob's plea as I gave his Adam's apple a "blow job" of sorts... enveloping it in my mouth and sucking on it while I ran my fingers through his hair and continuing to caress his chest. Marie was now licking her way up our victim's right leg and I started to kiss my way down his torso. "Okay! OKAY!!! MERCY!!! Please stop! I can't take it!" I kissed my way up to his left ear this time for some more nibbling. I whispered, "Suffer." I liked the way he flinched, so I whispered it again - this time savoring the sound: "Sufferrrr. I told you baby, this is only the beginning. How's it feel so far?" "Please...this can't be happening to me", he said, his voice cracking. I looked up and saw that tears were welling up in his eyes. "Oh, you're crying. That's nice", I said. I waited for the first tear to fall and I captured it with my tongue. "Mmmm. Marie, you should taste this. The sweet taste of revenge!"
"I think I've got some right here", Marie replied. I looked down and she was licking a droplet of pre-cum off the head of Bob's cock. The moment her tongue touched his purple head, his cock twitched and he began to sob. Marie and I laughed gleefully. "Wallow in it", I said, victoriously. "Wallow in your defeat!" Marie held Bob's dick lightly between her thumb and forefinger and began to gently rub it up and down. With her other hand, she poked two fingers between Bob's engorged testicles and began to pinch and squeeze. Bob was begging, "No! No! No!", and I was pinching and sucking hard at his nipples. After he let out a good long moan, Marie stood up and said, "Heather, I want to watch you rub your pussy over every inch of Bobby's body. I want to see him squirm."
So I did. I started at one bound wrist and slid my wet slit down his arm. I was on the verge of cumming again, feeling more erotic than I had ever felt before. Every sexual sensation took hold of my entire body. I felt like I was under water that was boiling...electrified. My sole focus was on Bob's slow humiliation and torment, and having him totally helpless like this was more of an aphrodisiac than any experience I had ever had on stage in my little strip bar. When I reached his neck, I pulled away so that I wouldn't cum. Then I slid all the way up his other arm. I laughed as I watched his hand straining against the ropes to touch my vagina, "Can't touch this, baby!" I slid back down to his neck and this time I couldn't control myself. I crammed my cunt hard against Bob's neck - sliding up and down his chin - and I exploded in orgasm! It felt so good! I let my juices flow as I slid my cunt up and down Bob's heaving chest and then down to his sexy abs.
I watched him cry like a baby now. I was fascinated by the absolute control I had over him. Marie was right... the more desperate my victim became, the more cruel I began to feel. I wanted to play him like a musical instrument... controlling the pitch and volume of his sobs and screams. I decided to take a risk; one that could backfire, but would be exquisite if it was successful. I looked over to Marie who was masturbating as she watched us. Her sexy moans were intermingling with Bob's miserable groans. I then looked down at Bob, who was staring at me with insane desperation. "Hi there baby! I bet I know what you want more than life itself right now. I bet that you would just love to feel my hot pussy envelop your aching cock. Would you like that, Bob?" He nodded his head as another tear trickled down his cheek. "You'd like for me to squeeze my sweet tight box around your penis and ride you until you explode inside of me. All of your frustrations and all of your desires, satisfied in a paradise beyond your wildest dreams. You'd love that, wouldn't you?" "I would die for that, Heather. Can't you see that I'd die for that right now?" I smiled at Bob's response and slowly lifted my pussy over Bob's neglected member. I puckered my lips and moaned "Oooooh", as I ever so gradually lowered my love box down onto his penis. As I progressed past the tip, Bob closed his eyes and let out a long breath - waiting for me to finally free him from his torment and sweetly ride him all the way home.
"Feel the warmth honey... feel my hot, wet velvety pussy. Is this what you want, baby?" "Oh yes! Yes!", Bob exclaimed as I eased myself down to the base of his cock. I contracted my tight box once and Bob gasped as his entire body began to spasm in the grip of my vaginal fist. Then I said, "Open your eyes, Bob and look into mine." As he did, I smiled broadly and pulled my pussy up extremely slowly, intimately squeezing his shaft... pulsing the wet walls of my femininity on my way up. I delighted in his expression as he gradually began to realize that paradise was slipping away from him. I kissed him sweetly on his mouth, as his stiff, wet cock fell out of my pussy and bobbed in the breeze. I pulled away from the kiss, leaving a strand of spittle dangling between my lower lip and his. When it broke, I let the underside of my tits gently rub on Bob's chest and I said, softly, "That's the only taste you're gonna get of me. I can offer you pleasure like you've never imagined. Marie said that if I let you feel just a hint of that pleasure, the pain I can inflict on you by holding myself just out of your reach will equal the pain I could inflict by burning your body with hot coals."
Bob's mouth was hanging open. He seemed unable to either inhale or exhale. I had him paralyzed. Marie started to moan loudly as she came. The sound made me hot, and I started to let out little moans - "Uh... ooh... oh, yeah" - and I rubbed and bounced my tits against Bob's chest while I held my mouth just out of his reach. I was doing a full split on his belly... my sexy legs spread wide, humping him gently. Still paralyzed, Bob looked at me with a combination of disbelief and agony, while Marie giggled as she breathlessly sang the En Vogue lyrics, "No, you're never gonna get it. Never ever gonna get it. Sweet lovin'..." Bob started rasping, "N-no... n-n-no...Stop!!! You can't do this to me!!!" His face was red as a beet and he was sweating profusely. His body was visibly shaking and his back was maximally arched as he tried to launch his dick like a missile into my feminine nest. I gently ran my fingers over his trembling body and smiled a victorious little smile.
"Ooh-la-la!" said Marie as she sexily slinked her way over to the bed. "Watch him burn." She caressed Bob's face and looked down at him with her beautiful smile. "I love it! You gonna cry for your fiancee now, Bob? No one will be able to hear you. We gotcha, babe... it's just you and me and sweet Heather here and there's nothing you can do. You're helpless. You are at our mercy. And sweet Heather is going to break you gently... slowly... mercilessly. This beautiful goddess here, who you have fantasized about to the point of nearly raping her, and killing one of her friends...she is going to be your conqueror... your dominatrix...your worst nightmare. She is going to torture you until you beg for her to stop...scream for her to stop. But when she does stop, you will plead with her to not leave you alone. And thus, the torture will never end, Bob."
I must admit, Marie has a way with words. Panicked, Bob started to pull ferociously at his straps, as Marie let out a wicked and sexy laugh. I kissed his chest as his pecs flexed from his efforts to break free. When Bob slowed down from a combination of exhaustion and pain in his wrists and ankles, Marie taunted, "Oh, don't stop Bob. I'm enjoying this!" He just glared at her. "You cruel bitch." Then he snapped his head toward me, "Both of you. You're sick!" "Ooh, that hurts Bob", I softly said. "You really know how to get to a girl, don't you? I'll just have to increase your torture for that comment." I got up off of Bob and walked over to my backpack. I pulled out my feather duster and walked back over to the bed, where I started to "dust" Bob's balls and the underside of his cock. He began to squirm and pull at his restraints while Marie ran her tongue along the tan line around his waist. She looked up at me and smiled. "They say the white meat is the best", she said, and then resumed cutting into Bob's sensitive skin, using her tongue as an erotic scalpel. I continued to tickle Bob's swollen genitals while Marie planted wet kisses on his writhing hips and on his buttocks whenever it lifted off the mattress. "No-o-o-o-o!!! Ple-e-e-e-e-e-ase!!! Oh please, baby please... PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME!!! Listen... I'm so sorry I was an asshole at the club. I'll do anything to make it up to you... just, please... listen...you got me good, all right? You got me so good! I'm so-o-o-o sorry! I GIVE UP ALREADY!!!"