alwayslaughing
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This is a series. You can find part one here.
Part two. Part three. Part four.
-At the Rodeo-
“This is your reward for last time,” Camille told me. I lay there, cuffed and helpless, and wasn’t sure whether this was going to be a reward, or simply more fun for her at my expense. We were not alone. Camille had invited her friend Noelle over for a few drinks with us, and we’d sat there making idle chit chat over our ciders until Noelle changed the subject. I hadn’t seen Noelle’s invitation, but the text I received had one of the photos I’d taken the last time we met. That was all the convincing I needed.
“So, Camille told me a little bit about what you’re into.”
“Is that right?” I looked at Camille and she shrugged.
“I was hoping maybe I could watch her work on you a bit today,” Noelle continued.
I shrugged. “That doesn’t bother me.”
“Good, it’s settled then.”
We adjourned to the bedroom and Camille told me to take off everything but my underwear. I complied, but blushed a bit with Noelle in the room too. She smiled encouragingly. “Don’t mind me. I’ve seen it all before,” she said.
“I’ll have to hear about that sometime,” I replied. She laughed, but Camille was already busy getting me cuffed to the bed. When she had everything the way she wanted it, she explained the rules.
“Every time you make a noise that isn’t a direct response to a question that I’ve asked you, we escalate things.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
After this, she left the room for a bit and I made small talk with Noelle, a task that was exceptionally challenging given my predicament and her enjoyment of it. Camille called out for her and then she too disappeared and I was left alone.
When they came back, my jaw fell open a bit. Camille was wearing tight leather pants and a pair of stilettos. Her top was lacy and left little to the imagination. But Noelle’s was even more transparent. She wore a miniskirt that barely covered her ass, and a top with the lowest swooping neck I’d ever seen which hung loosely off her body. The tops of her breasts were clearly visible through the opening.
“We’re starting now,” Camille said, as she straddled my waist and lowered her fingers to my underarms.
I had no idea how long it had been, but I knew that she’d been thorough. Noelle seemed to think this was the greatest thing she’d ever seen, based on the comments and laughter coming from the corner of the room. I was hardly in a position to disagree. Sometimes there was a lot of laughter, mostly not coming from me believe it or not. Sometimes, there was silence except for the creak of leather as Camille’s pants stretched with her movements. It’s strange, but looking back now, these are the little things I remember.
At this point I didn’t think there was a ticklish spot on my body that Camille hadn’t yet found, and I was visibly excited to the point where Noelle had already commented on it twice.
Camille bent her head down to give a raspberry to the side of my tummy, holding me in place with tickling fingers at the same time. It was at that point that I felt another pair of hands begin to stroke my feet and I jerked upright. Noelle sat at the foot of the bed, her head thrown back in laughter at my reaction.
“Totally not fair,” I protested, but my words fell on deaf ears. The truth was that I didn’t mean it anyway. I’d always dreamed of being tickled by two women at once. I just didn’t realize how good Noelle would be at it, or how much more difficult it was to hold myself in check with two different people distracting me at the same time.
Camille switched to tickling my knees while Noelle positioned herself at my head, reaching out a pair of tickling hands to trace the skin between my elbows and my armpits. “Camille told me you especially liked this move,” she said.
“I hate you, Camille,” I grunted out between chortles. Of course, it wasn’t true.
Camille spun around and started on my ribs and I found it very difficult to breathe all of the sudden.
“Aw, come on,” I protested. “This is cheating!”
“Cheating?” Noelle laughed. “There are no rules!”
After a few moments, they had pity on me, or at least I thought so at first.
Camille unfastened my ankle restraints and slid my underwear off, tossing it on the floor. Then, to my surprise, she stripped off her own clothing as well. Meanwhile, Noelle stripped off her top and then leaned over me, focusing on my ribs and causing me to twitch and snort.
Once the ankle restraints were refastened, Camille straddled me, taking me inside her and then rested, completely still. She began to tease my lower sides while Noelle played with my ribs and armpits, causing me to wiggle my hips in a way that seemed to please Camille very much. I was then faced with a predicament that I suspect many a fella wouldn’t mind getting into: Noelle leaning over me, her breasts dangling in view but still tantalizingly out of reach, and Camille, astride my naked hips, beginning to slowly ride me as though I was a pony at a rodeo. She tickled me while she rode me, and I bucked up and down attempting to dislodge her to no avail. When she climaxed, I was both relieved and disappointed at the same time. Camille rolled off and lay next to me as Noelle continued to tease me for a few seconds before finally beginning to unfasten my restraints. Noelle lay down next to us and the three of us half-dozed for a few minutes. I opened my eyes as I felt an unexpected touch. Noelle didn’t stop stroking my thigh, and the grin on her face grew.
“You know, this thing’s been vacillating between full and half-mast for hours. I almost feel guilty that you haven’t had any relief.”
“Almost? Gosh, I almost believe you mean that.”
Noelle gave a low chuckle.
I put my hand on top of hers and she stopped moving it. “You didn’t get anything out of this either,” I pointed out.
“Oh, honey, it was fun just watching this time.”
“This time?”
“You mean you don’t want me to come back?”
I looked over at Camille and she stared back at me, an eyebrow arched.
“I guess it’s not really up to me,” I finally said, lamely.
Both women laughed. “There’s always a next time,” Noelle said.
Finally, Camille sat up and began to dress herself. Noelle did the same and sighing, I dressed myself too.
“I had a lot of fun,” Noelle said.
“It was fun, wasn’t it?” Camille agreed.
“Fun for you two maybe,” I said.
“Oh please,” Camille said. “You know you had fun too.”
“I offered to help,” Noelle pointed out.
I laughed. “Of course I had fun and as for that… I can take care of that later.”
Noelle laughed at that. “It was nice to meet you,” she said, getting up to go.
“Nice, but surreal,” I agreed. She gave me a little hug on her way out the door.
“I guess I should get going to,” I said to Camille.
She smiled at me. “Thanks for everything.”
“Anytime,” I said. “I suppose I’ll have to think up something really good to get you back for this.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Part two. Part three. Part four.
-At the Rodeo-
“This is your reward for last time,” Camille told me. I lay there, cuffed and helpless, and wasn’t sure whether this was going to be a reward, or simply more fun for her at my expense. We were not alone. Camille had invited her friend Noelle over for a few drinks with us, and we’d sat there making idle chit chat over our ciders until Noelle changed the subject. I hadn’t seen Noelle’s invitation, but the text I received had one of the photos I’d taken the last time we met. That was all the convincing I needed.
“So, Camille told me a little bit about what you’re into.”
“Is that right?” I looked at Camille and she shrugged.
“I was hoping maybe I could watch her work on you a bit today,” Noelle continued.
I shrugged. “That doesn’t bother me.”
“Good, it’s settled then.”
We adjourned to the bedroom and Camille told me to take off everything but my underwear. I complied, but blushed a bit with Noelle in the room too. She smiled encouragingly. “Don’t mind me. I’ve seen it all before,” she said.
“I’ll have to hear about that sometime,” I replied. She laughed, but Camille was already busy getting me cuffed to the bed. When she had everything the way she wanted it, she explained the rules.
“Every time you make a noise that isn’t a direct response to a question that I’ve asked you, we escalate things.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
After this, she left the room for a bit and I made small talk with Noelle, a task that was exceptionally challenging given my predicament and her enjoyment of it. Camille called out for her and then she too disappeared and I was left alone.
When they came back, my jaw fell open a bit. Camille was wearing tight leather pants and a pair of stilettos. Her top was lacy and left little to the imagination. But Noelle’s was even more transparent. She wore a miniskirt that barely covered her ass, and a top with the lowest swooping neck I’d ever seen which hung loosely off her body. The tops of her breasts were clearly visible through the opening.
“We’re starting now,” Camille said, as she straddled my waist and lowered her fingers to my underarms.
I had no idea how long it had been, but I knew that she’d been thorough. Noelle seemed to think this was the greatest thing she’d ever seen, based on the comments and laughter coming from the corner of the room. I was hardly in a position to disagree. Sometimes there was a lot of laughter, mostly not coming from me believe it or not. Sometimes, there was silence except for the creak of leather as Camille’s pants stretched with her movements. It’s strange, but looking back now, these are the little things I remember.
At this point I didn’t think there was a ticklish spot on my body that Camille hadn’t yet found, and I was visibly excited to the point where Noelle had already commented on it twice.
Camille bent her head down to give a raspberry to the side of my tummy, holding me in place with tickling fingers at the same time. It was at that point that I felt another pair of hands begin to stroke my feet and I jerked upright. Noelle sat at the foot of the bed, her head thrown back in laughter at my reaction.
“Totally not fair,” I protested, but my words fell on deaf ears. The truth was that I didn’t mean it anyway. I’d always dreamed of being tickled by two women at once. I just didn’t realize how good Noelle would be at it, or how much more difficult it was to hold myself in check with two different people distracting me at the same time.
Camille switched to tickling my knees while Noelle positioned herself at my head, reaching out a pair of tickling hands to trace the skin between my elbows and my armpits. “Camille told me you especially liked this move,” she said.
“I hate you, Camille,” I grunted out between chortles. Of course, it wasn’t true.
Camille spun around and started on my ribs and I found it very difficult to breathe all of the sudden.
“Aw, come on,” I protested. “This is cheating!”
“Cheating?” Noelle laughed. “There are no rules!”
After a few moments, they had pity on me, or at least I thought so at first.
Camille unfastened my ankle restraints and slid my underwear off, tossing it on the floor. Then, to my surprise, she stripped off her own clothing as well. Meanwhile, Noelle stripped off her top and then leaned over me, focusing on my ribs and causing me to twitch and snort.
Once the ankle restraints were refastened, Camille straddled me, taking me inside her and then rested, completely still. She began to tease my lower sides while Noelle played with my ribs and armpits, causing me to wiggle my hips in a way that seemed to please Camille very much. I was then faced with a predicament that I suspect many a fella wouldn’t mind getting into: Noelle leaning over me, her breasts dangling in view but still tantalizingly out of reach, and Camille, astride my naked hips, beginning to slowly ride me as though I was a pony at a rodeo. She tickled me while she rode me, and I bucked up and down attempting to dislodge her to no avail. When she climaxed, I was both relieved and disappointed at the same time. Camille rolled off and lay next to me as Noelle continued to tease me for a few seconds before finally beginning to unfasten my restraints. Noelle lay down next to us and the three of us half-dozed for a few minutes. I opened my eyes as I felt an unexpected touch. Noelle didn’t stop stroking my thigh, and the grin on her face grew.
“You know, this thing’s been vacillating between full and half-mast for hours. I almost feel guilty that you haven’t had any relief.”
“Almost? Gosh, I almost believe you mean that.”
Noelle gave a low chuckle.
I put my hand on top of hers and she stopped moving it. “You didn’t get anything out of this either,” I pointed out.
“Oh, honey, it was fun just watching this time.”
“This time?”
“You mean you don’t want me to come back?”
I looked over at Camille and she stared back at me, an eyebrow arched.
“I guess it’s not really up to me,” I finally said, lamely.
Both women laughed. “There’s always a next time,” Noelle said.
Finally, Camille sat up and began to dress herself. Noelle did the same and sighing, I dressed myself too.
“I had a lot of fun,” Noelle said.
“It was fun, wasn’t it?” Camille agreed.
“Fun for you two maybe,” I said.
“Oh please,” Camille said. “You know you had fun too.”
“I offered to help,” Noelle pointed out.
I laughed. “Of course I had fun and as for that… I can take care of that later.”
Noelle laughed at that. “It was nice to meet you,” she said, getting up to go.
“Nice, but surreal,” I agreed. She gave me a little hug on her way out the door.
“I guess I should get going to,” I said to Camille.
She smiled at me. “Thanks for everything.”
“Anytime,” I said. “I suppose I’ll have to think up something really good to get you back for this.”
“I’m counting on it.”
