The Escort Gives the Widower a Last Chance - Sex Stories

The Escort Gives the Widower a Last Chance

... “It looks like some sort of kitchen utensil,” he said jokingly. Marie seemed overly eager to begin. She stood and reached for his hand. “Let’s get you naked and situated and the fun can begin!” she chirped. Amy and Marie pulled him to his feet and slowly undressed him. He didn’t seem uncomfortable with the fact that he was naked and they were not. Amy pointed Marie toward the bedroom and they all went down the hallway. In the bedroom, they positioned him on his back, with his hips on the edge of the mattress at the foot of the bed. His arms were stretched out at the sides, and they put a hand cuff on each wrist and ankle and then tied one end of a felt rope to the cuffs and each piece of rope was stretched down over the bed and tied around the feet of the bed frame. His legs were bent at the knee with his ankles under the bed. The widower was immobile except for his head. He watched as Marie peeled off her tee shirt and slipped out of her shorts. Her breasts seemed too big for her petite body but they were shaped perfectly, almost too perfectly. She took a tube of lubricant from her zipper bag and squirted it all over his genitals, which were perched precariously on the edge of the mattress. She knelt on the floor between his legs and pulled on his penis as she slipped a hand under his scrotum. She massaged the lube slowly into his skin and it began to get warm. Amy slipped out of her heels but left her dress on. She stood on the bed, straddling his chest so he could see ...

... up her dress as she peeled her panties down her legs. When she had slipped them off, she knelt on the bed beside him. Marie had already brought him to an immediate erect state. “We’re going to combine your requests today, sweetie, at the same time,” she said. “Marie is going to tease you over and over until you think you’ll explode, but when she lets you, she will make you come more than you ever thought possible.” The widower could feel the obvious skill in Marie’s hands, working him almost to the edge already as he listened to Amy. In his mind he thought it might all be over too quickly. He could not have been more wrong. Then Amy continued: “And then the discipline will be three fold: first, you will want and try to come, but you can’t. Then you will dread it, and try not to, but you will come.” Then she leaned down to whisper sexily into his ear, “And finally, you will want to lick me but must wait until I let you.” Amy lifted her dress and straddled his chest. He actually had been looking forward to the dual activity in store for him, but his desire was somewhat reduced by the aggression of both girls. She shifted forward upright on her knees until she was poised over his anxious face. She let her dress fall, covering him like a silky tent. (If you had just asked for only me, this would have so much better for you…..) She was close enough to feel his breath on her but just out of reach of his tongue. He closed his eyes, lost in the smell of her sex and the sensations of ...