On His Knees Ch. 04

by TiltingatWindmills

story tags: femdom, chastity, lesbian_sex, cum-eating

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https://www.literotica.com/s/on-his-knees-ch-04

Sara and Maggie have some fun while Steve is forced to watch

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Sara paced the floor of the kitchen as Steve sat in the living room
nearby, trying not to listen to her phone conversation.

"No you're right Maggie, Friday would be a perfect time to do it. I get
off early and can prepare. Yeah, let's do it at your place for a change
of scenery. I feel like we're always hosting and it's just not exciting
for us at home anymore. Honestly I'd want to feel comfortable. I'd
probably just wear jeans and a v-neck. Sure. Why don't you wear that
white dress of yours, you always look really cute in it. No I don't
think I'm quite thin enough to pull it off, but you've got that flat
stomach that I only ever had in college. Haha, thank you. Yes, it's
true, I've been putting it off. I'll talk to him now. Well that part
will be a surprise. Haha, he's not really a picky eater but I'm sure he
can be persuaded to be more adventurous if necessary! Alright, I'll
confirm by text. Bye." She hung up the phone.

"Steve, come here, I'd like to talk with you."

***

As Maggie opened her front door Steve felt hesitant about the agreement
he had made. He carried a cardboard box in front of him, packed by Sara
with God knows what. Maggie was wearing a cute white dress with a
ruffled skirt that fanned suggestively out over her perfect bottom.
Sara and Maggie made small talk, but Steve was jittery, nervous, trying
not to check out Maggie. Sara only rolled her eyes at him, wishing he'd
relax.

Maggie served wine to break the ice. They finished a bottle together
and Steve finally felt a bit more at ease. He tried to talk about other
things, he asked about her aunt who had recently left the hospital and
her nephew who was applying for trade school. Somewhere on the third
glass Maggie motioned upstairs and said, "Well, shall we?"

Steve went up the stairs first, even though he didn't know which way
the bedroom was. Maggie's house was girly. The mirror and picture
frames were gold, the bathroom was a light purple. Everything was tidy
-- Steve wondered if she had cleaned for them. The bedroom itself was
spacious. There was an armchair near the door and a fluffy carpet in
the open space. The light was already dim outside but the blinds were
drawn. A lamp cast orange light from the corner and a row of candles,
already burning low, flickered on a chest at the foot of the bed. Steve
could feel his pulse pick up speed.

"Well Steve, you know what we agreed upon", said Maggie with a smirk.
And she playfully pulled at his collar (Sara had made him put on a
fresh button-up shirt and slacks). Steve tried to suppress a shiver and
began unbuttoning. "Don't be shy, Steve, you know Sara sent me that
photo of you with the blindfold on, it's nothing I haven't seen
before." Steve remembered. It was a few months ago and Sara had teased
his cock mercilessly, adamant that she would only make him cum if he
himself pressed send on a message with the photo to Maggie.

Finally he got to his pants and removed them as smoothly as he could,
trying not to be self-conscious about his inevitable hard-on. Sara
leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He looked good. Sara had him
trim all his body hair to a manageable level and she would never have
let him get out of shape. But then he knew that Maggie wasn't doing
this because she found his body attractive, she was doing this because
she liked making him squirm.

Maggie gestured at the armchair and Steve sat in it. Sara brought ropes
out from the cardboard box and began tying them. Once finished, she
watched as his forearms shifted a little under the restraints. He was
testing the tightness. Convinced that he wasn't going to hurt himself
or get loose she took the gag and fitted it into place behind his head.
Although the gag was uncomfortably large in his mouth, he was grateful
that Sara had chosen one with a hole down the middle so that air flowed
freely. Satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere Sara turned for the
final piece in the setup. Her Hitachi wand. She placed the wand so that
the end rested just under his balls, and then taped it to the seat of
the chair. Already a stream of precum had made it all the way down his
shaft and balls to a small pool on the chair's fabric.

Seeing this Sara moved in and rubbed it over the entire surface of his
cock, making him exhale strangely through the gag. It had been seven
days since his ruined orgasm, and longer since he had cum for real, and
Sara had played with his cock every day of this week. His fuse was
shorter than a candle wick.

"Can I be the one to turn it on?" asked Maggie.

Sara nodded, "Make sure it's on the lowest setting, that way he'll
enjoy it for a while."

"Of course. But before we begin, I really want to know that Steve is
comfortable with this. I don't want you to feel pressured Steve,"
Maggie's voice was playful. "But I'm guessing you do want to see a
little skin tonight." As she said it she shimmied in her white dress,
pulling up the hem slowly. Steve saw where her stockings ended, the
impression they left on her leg so that her soft skin was pushed in
where it met the cotton. And then in a flash Maggie pulled the skirt up
just enough for him to glimpse her underwear, and then back down.

She laughed a little. She took a couple steps closer and leaned in.
Steve tried his best to keep looking at her eyes and not to glance down
at the keyhole gap in her dress.

"Are you excited to see more?"

Steve's cock twitched visibly.

"Oh my goodness, does that mean yes? You're wagging your little tail
like a doggy? But maybe a doggy in heat? I think you'd do almost
anything to be touched right now. Is that right?"

Steve's cock twitched again. Maggie smiled.

"Alright, I'm going to ask you a question and if the answer is yes, I
want you to wag your little tail for me, okay?"

He nodded.

"Are you sure you want me to fuck your wife while you sit here tied to
a chair?"

His cock bounced up, straining at the vertical, and flopped back.

"Hmm, you know, I think maybe I need to hear this one with your voice."
She undid the gag by the strap behind his head. "Say it."

Steve didn't need to hesitate.

"Please fuck my wife for me."

Maggie smiled. "Good puppy."

And she replaced the gag in his mouth. Turning back towards Sara she
said, "Oh I almost forgot" and spun back to Steve.

"You wouldn't want us to get carried away and forget to turn this on."
She gestured at the vibrator. "If Steve doesn't cum in the chair what
happens?"

"I guess he goes back home and waits for the next dice roll."

"That doesn't sound very fun. Before I turn it on, I forgot to mention
that there is a condition with coming. You see, I know you're going to
be real naughty and make a big mess. You've already left a little stain
on my chair. You'll probably go off like a loose fire hose, all over
the chair ... the floor ... yourself. Why should the women be the ones
cleaning up after you? So the rule is, whatever comes out of the end of
this" and she pointed at his cock, "you are going to be eating. Of
course you don't have to agree to this. So I'm going to ask, and then
you can wag your little tail if you agree. Okay?" Steve was nodding his
head no but she knelt down between his legs.

Steve braced himself to try not to move.

As she spoke she placed a hand on both his thighs and leaned in close.
"Do you want me to feed you your own cum?"

Staring into the face of this young, gorgeous woman, Steve's cock
betrayed him by bouncing up, once, twice, three times.

"Good." She flicked on the vibrator and walked back towards Sara.

Sara smiled and placed a hand on Maggie's waist. "What do you figure?
How long do you think he lasts?" There was something mean about
referring to her husband as "him" when he was in the room right in
front of her. But it seemed linguistically appropriate. He was a third
party now, a helpless observer. And she knew he'd like it.

For her part, Maggie was too excited by watching this act of dominance
play out to delay any longer. Without responding, she moved in for a
kiss. The first kiss was light, but with a speed that communicated
urgency and it was not long before Sara responded, slipping her tongue
into Maggie's mouth. They stood there entwined, hands roaming across
each other's bodies, down a back, along a hip. Sara traced the neckline
of Maggie's dress with her finger. Down the strap, over the curvature
to the middle. Then she gently lifted the straps of the dress and let
it fall to the floor.

Maggie stood before her in matching baby blue lace bra and hipster
panties. Her breasts were smaller than Sara's, each just barely a
handful. Her waist was tiny, and the flickering shadows played off the
subtle contours of her ribcage and the gentle line running from her
breastbone to her bellybutton. Sara sunk to her knees, kissing Maggie
on the belly, then lower, just above her underwear, while her hand
moved up to press against her breast through the bra.

As Sara went down in front of her, Maggie found herself facing Steve
directly. She looked him in the eye, tauntingly, smiling as his wife
drew nearer to Maggie's pussy. She saw his chest rise and fall deeply,
he was squirming in his seat and his moaning was growing louder. "Oh is
that little cock ready to burst already?" She said it with a pouty face
and a baby voice.

Then she grabbed Sara by the hair and forced her head down. Sara
obliged licking her through the fabric of her lingerie. Maggie's pouty
face was replaced by an open mouth and a loud exaggerated moan, as her
friend's tongue dampened the thin lace.

And then sure enough Steve lost control of his body and his cock shot
out the first pulse of cum. Excited by manipulating him so easily,
Maggie withdrew an inch from Sara and patted her quickly on the
shoulder, laughing, "Look he's coming already".

Sara, still on her knees, turned to look at her husband. By the time
she focused on him a rope of cum had already landed on his chin and a
second thick strand was shooting up on to his chest. She watched in
fascination -- never having seen him cum from this angle. His balls
drew up away from the wand and his penis contracted with each shot of
cum. He moaned and thrashed like an animal, spraying again and again
until finally his cock stopped twitching and a single long pulse of cum
lazily emerged from the tip and ran all the way down to the wand below.

"I didn't think our little pet would be that eager for his treat."
Maggie said.

Sara turned back to Maggie and said, "I want to watch you do it."

Maggie nodded.

Walking towards Steve, Maggie reached down with her finger and
collected the cum hanging from the tip of his penis, wrapping it around
her index finger, but careful not to touch the cock which belonged to
Sara.

Maggie briefly stopped to observe the cum on her finger and the mess
all over Steve. "Jeezus does he always cum this much?"

"Yes. Well, no. Even for him this is quite a bit. It's those
supplements you suggested."

Maggie smiled and bent down so that her lips were next to Steve's ears.
She whispered, "You thought those pills were for Sara's benefit, didn't
you? You thought you were going to get the best blow job of your life
and she would swallow all your thick, sweet tasting cum like a good
housewife? Na uh uh. You know she listens to me right? I come up with
things for her to do and she does them. Sometimes I think I'm the one
you should be begging for your little spurts. And maybe next time you
will be."

She pinched his cheek and then, smiling at her own plan, inserted the
finger through the gag and into Steve's mouth.

He didn't fight it, but let the cum rest on his tongue. Next she
collected the cum on his chin, his shoulder, his chest and deposited it
all in his open mouth. Steve breathed heavily, his cock drooping to
horizontal like a flower heavy with frost.

Maggie was tilting Steve's head back by the chin as she did it, and
Steve could feel the semen running slowly toward the back of his
throat. He strained to see Sara from the periphery of his vision,
hoping if he locked eyes she would intervene. Instead he saw her, still
kneeling on the carpet, with her jeans unbuttoned and her hand moving
under her panties, pleasuring herself as her best friend fed him his
own cum.

"Fuck this is so hot" Maggie whispered to herself. She felt the power
of standing over a man who was covered in his own hot white shame. The
power of knowing she was still clothed, and he was completely naked and
tied up.

She had resigned herself to being naked in front of him, to that small
amount of vulnerability. When she had discussed the plan with Sara,
Sara had told her that she convinced Steve to go through with this when
he was on the edge of coming. That's when he was always the most
honest. When he said yes she asked him what made him finally do it. And
he admitted, blushing and fearful, that he had always wanted to see
what Maggie looked like without her clothes on.

Maggie had stewed on this little divulged secret all week long. She
didn't want a fair exchange. She wanted to dominate him, to take
without giving. And now that he had cum so early, she was determined to
finish fucking his wife out of his sight.

She had watched him cum twice now, watched his face contort and his
cock pulse, but he would not get even a single glimpse of what was
under her lingerie. She had won, and her panties grew wet with the
thought.

Steve finally swallowed. His cock had settled to the point that it was
now lying with its weight directly on the vibrator. Neither of the
women paid notice as Maggie turned and walked back to Sara.

"I'm sorry about that little interruption" Sara cooed. "I thought I
trained my toy to last longer."

"It's too bad he's such a fast finisher, the show was just getting
started. But I guess we don't need to worry about performing now" And
they kissed again, moving towards the bed this time.

Steve inched upwards in his chair, watching as Maggie followed Sara up
onto the bed. Then turning back to look at him, she drew the curtains
on the poster bed.

Through the lamplight he could make out the silhouettes of their bodies
and he watched as Maggie unclasped her bra from behind and drew his
wife's lips to her waiting nipples. Maggie made a mewling sound as she
did. His wife who was always in charge, who told him if he could cum
and how he would do it seemed happy to be led by this woman. Although
Maggie loved that she was tormenting him, she became caught up in her
own pleasure and soon neither woman gave much thought to Steve. Instead
he sat there with the taste of his own cum in the back of his throat
and his cock once again swelled ridiculously and pointed to midnight
while the moans and giggles of the girls played out slowly in front of
him.

He heard Maggie climax first, and then his wife. They kept going, more
patiently, and after about 90 minutes the vibrator's battery finally
gave out.

"Oh my god, I forgot about Steve!" Sara was brought back to reality by
the disappearance of the white noise from the vibrator.

His wife emerged from behind the curtains wearing a fuzzy bathrobe that
Maggie handed her. Maggie followed wearing a silk robe that clung to
her in a way that made poor Steve ogle shamelessly.

"Wow, baby, still hard after all this time." Sara unbuckled his gag and
then kissed him lightly leaving the taste of pussy on his lips.
"There's been a change of plans, okay?" She said as she untied his
arms. "We're going to stay over tonight. I'm going to sleep in here and
you're going to be in the spare bedroom. Maggie will grab an icepack
and then we'll put you back in your cage overnight. I know -- I know
it's not comfortable, but I don't ask you to do it often." With both
arms on his shoulders she gave him a hug. "I love you."

"I love you too."

She smiled at him. "Okay one more thing before all that. I'm afraid I'm
just too soaked down here to get any sleep and I need someone to clean
me up gently with their tongue." She opened her robe. "Show Maggie just
how pussy-whipped you are before we lock your cock away for the night."

***

On the drive home Sara asked Steve if he had a good time. He sat in
silence for a minute. "Yes. It was super hot. But really frustrating...
and..."

"Yes?" she prompted.

"I guess I feel like it was is pretty unfair to go through all of that
and still not get to see Maggie undress." He surprised himself with his
honesty.

Sara laughing, unzipped his slacks and fished around before pulling out
his limp cock. It slowly began to rise, much more reluctantly than
normally.

"Please be careful honey, I don't want to kill us."

"Don't worry, I won't touch you again, I just want to use the little
truth-o-meter that Maggie discovered last night." She paused waiting
for his cock to harden completely. "So I really enjoyed our evening.
But you're bummed out that you didn't get to see Maggie without her
clothes on? That's your big takeaway? Do you want me to tell you what
she looks like?"

Steve sat silently for a bit, but eventually said, "yes please."

"Haha alright. Well I suppose you want to know about her tits. They're
smaller, as you know. But really perky. Pointy even I would say, except
that when she's not aroused her nipples actually point inwards. I
didn't realize until the morning. Then I sucked on one just to check
and it sort of expanded back outward again." Steve twitched at the
detail.

"And her ass is nice. Really nice. Plump with that little fold on the
bottom. She squats, as the guys might say. And her pussy, well, maybe
I'll leave that one up to the imagination for now haha. But what I'm
really learning is that of all the things that happened last night this
is what you're most concerned about. You must really not have minded
eating your own cum."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"Fine fine."

She let that hang in the air for a while and slowly watched as his
penis became flaccid while he concentrated on the roadway. Once it was
resting on the top of his pants she said, "Well whether you enjoyed it
or not maybe doesn't matter too much. What matters is that I enjoyed
it. And I decided we're going to do it more. All the time in fact."

"What? No, please, no."

"I'm sorry but I like the idea. It turns me on to think of you obeying
orders that you find disgusting. I want to turn you into a closed loop.
Teach you to swallow like a girl. Fuck, imagine if I had made you cum
in front of my friends and then you had to get on your knees and lick
your mess off the floor."

His cock was growing again.

"I could jack you off in front of our living room window with the whole
city watching. Then you'll get down and lick the streams off of the
glass before they reach the floor. Maybe I'll even videotape it."

Steve's was fully erect at this point.

"You can say what you want to Steve but my little toy doesn't lie. When
it wants something it points up, straight and hard. Just like now. I'm
going to make you eat your own cum, every time, and you know what
you're going to do after you eat it?"

After years of the game Steve knew the right answer. "I'm going to
thank you."

"Good boy. I think I can make it worth your while honey. You know Lian
has been asking to do a swap. A sex tape swap. I know she acted all shy
but behind closed doors she's pretty kinky. She has recordings from 8
years ago, when she was young and had purple hair. Little thinner,
boobs weren't quite as big but I bet they still bounced around plenty.
She said she has one of her getting fucked against a wall. Would you
like to see that Steve?"

Despite having emptied his sac the night before, a single bead of
precum gathered on his tip. Steve pulled over into an empty parking lot
and stopped the car in a secluded corner. Sara reached into his pants
and pulled his balls out of his pants as well. She started rubbing them
with her open palm.

"Yeah I think you would. Maybe her husband recorded a closeup for the
final moment. Can you picture his cock, halfway out of her wet cunt,
expanding and contracting as he pumps his seed into her. Then he pulls
out and a gush of cum follows his cock while her pussy gapes, wishing
it was still full of him. Wanting more. Maybe that's what Lian says
next. 'Please Daddy, put it back in, I need more' "

On His Knees Ch. 04

by TiltingatWindmills (UID 6248561)

https://www.literotica.com/s/on-his-knees-ch-04

Sara and Maggie have some fun while Steve is forced to watch

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Steve moaned and Sara stopped rubbing his balls.

"Oh, I guess we better stop there. After all, if you don't want to eat
your own cum, then the best way to make sure that never happens is to
never orgasm."

"No, please Sara keep going."

"Please who?"

"Please mommy, please keep touching me."

"Good boys listen to what their mommy says. Are you going to be a good
boy?"

"I'll be a good boy. I'll eat my cum. Please make me cum."

"So you'll eat your cum this one time if I push you over the edge?
That's it?"

"Please. I'll do it. I'll do it every time. I'll eat it off your
fingers. I'll eat it off your tits."

"Oh I'd like that. Maybe I'll make you cum in my hand and rub it all
over my nipples and you can nurse on them. You'd like that." She
starting rubbing her hand up and down his thigh.

"I promise. I'll do it. I want to eat my cum out of your pussy."

"I thought you might. But you'd have to be allowed to cum inside my
pussy for you to eat your cum out of it."

"I'll cum on your pussy. You can ruin me on your pussy and I'll eat it
all. I'll do anything. Please let me cum."

"There's a good boy. But I'll tell you what, I've been a little
disappointed in those supplements I gave you. We're going to double the
dose. Lian said it would be okay. She thinks we might be able to get it
up to twice the volume. Can you imagine how much cum you're going to be
eating?"

"Please. Please." Steve was desperately twitching his cock, up and down
up and down. It was bouncing against his stomach.

"Please what baby?"

"Please mommy, I can't stand it. Please grab your cock. Just hold it
for even a second. Please make me cum."

Sara leaned in and grabbed him by the balls. She squeezed harder and
harder, and whispered to him. "Cum." As she did she let go of his balls
and held her hand under his cock.

With an empty feeling in his cock he felt his body trying to pump out
its semen.

Unable to achieve a complete orgasm, a steady stream instead trickled
out through his ruined cock into Sara's waiting hand.

She waited until she had collected it all in her palm.

"Good boy. Time for breakfast."

Story Tags: femdom; chastity; lesbian%20sex; cum-eating

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