Kitty placed extra weights on each end of the dumbell. Lincoln began to perspire, a vein throbbing at his temple. Kitty stroked his forehead considerately then moved down opposite Kat, leant over his groin and breathed warm air over his balls before poking out the tip of her tongue and licking them.
The dumbells came crashing down again.
Kat immediately removed her hand. 'No, no, Lincoln. You have to work for it. You've never worked for it, have you? You have to know how it feels to work for it.'
'Just . . . do me . . . baby,' he puffed, then he gritted his teeth and, with an almighty roar, lifted the weights once more.
'Kitty, would you like to do the honours?' Kat stepped back and watched while Kitty lowered her gorgeous plump red lips down over Lincoln's bulbous head and steely shaft.
'Ohhhhh, yes, yes,' groaned Lincoln, his arms shaking, but still finding the strength to thrust his pelvis into Kitty's face.
'Bad manners, Lincoln,' tutted Kat, then she left Kitty to suck and nuzzle while she went into the office to look for some resistance bands. Finding them, she came back out and proceeded to bind Lincoln's ankles to the footrests, leaving him helpless on his back with his arms shuddering under the weights and his cock swelling and urging in Kitty's soft, wet mouth. God, it was torture, but it was exquisite. Lincoln was sure he could not last much longer. What a story this would make for the red tops.
As if she had read his treacherous thoughts, Kitty popped off the end of his tool and shook her head. Lincoln dropped the weights again and let out a long bellow of frustration. Kat swooped forward and attached his wrists to the dumbell shaft, leaving him entirely at her mercy.
'Please, girls,' he whined.
'How much do you want it?' asked Kat.
'A lot. Go on. Just do me. Do what you want.'
'I want to tease you.'
He yelped incoherently, realising now that this might not be his night after all. He had been judged and found wanting, and now justice was to be meted out.
Kitty stepped carefully over his tied legs until she straddled his thighs, then she bent over and began rubbing her dangling breasts against Lincoln's needy length, squeezing it, teasing it, brushing it with her nipples. Desperate to move his hands down and take a handful of the soft flesh for himself, he found himself struggling in his bonds and cursing his two captors. Kitty took the sweatband from around her forehead and handed it to Kat, who stuffed it into Lincoln's mouth.
'You can't say you're not enjoying this, Link,' admonished Kat. 'Your cock says otherwise. But why should he have all the fun? I want some fun too.'
Kat, still fully clothed in a light cotton shirt-dress, suddenly gripped the dumbell bar and swung herself over Lincoln's shoulders until her knees rested on the padded leather, either side of his neck. She slowly lifted the hem of her skirt up and up in front of his popping eyes until her sheeny satin knickers were exposed.
'Watching you like this is getting me wet, Lincoln,' she said huskily. 'If you're a very, very good boy, I might take that gag out of your mouth and let you lick my snatch. Would you like that?'
Lincoln nodded frantically. He would never have imagined that being tied to a bench, weighed down in place by two vengeful women, having his cock teased by a pair of breasts, could feel this hot. Kat reached down and took the sweatband from his mouth, replacing it immediately with the stretched sateen of her knickers. Lincoln laid his tongue flat against the material, which was already a little damp and smelling strongly of her arousal. He pushed upwards with the broad base of his tongue, soaking and covering the material with his saliva until she caught her breath and ground herself down on him.
'Lick me, Lincoln! Do it properly,' she commanded.
His tongue snaked underneath the elastic, and he pushed it aside with his teeth so that her cunt lips and clit were open and exposed to him. She rotated them over his mouth and nose, pushing down so that he had to open wide to accommodate them. His tongue began to slide and slip all over her sensitive nerve endings, sucking at her engorged clitoris, gliding around it and zigzagging backwards to take a cheeky poke into the entrance of her sleeve. He crammed her all in, soaking up her juices, giving her the licking of her lifetime. Kat jammed her knees against his ears and clung on to the dumbell bar for purchase, rocking back and forth on his hot wet muscle until she began to quiver like a jelly, drenching his face with her orgasm.
'Oh God, Kitty,' Kat gasped, lifting herself up on trembling knees. 'You need to feel that. He even works out with his tongue.'
'It's a muscle,' said Lincoln smugly. 'I've never had a complaint about a muscle of mine.'
Kitty pulled herself upright, her tits tugging at Lincoln's cock on the way.
'He never gave me head,' she complained.
'Well, now's your chance,' said Kat, hopping off the bench and removing her tongue-wettened knickers. 'As for you, Lincoln, I mean to make use of that lovely fat cock of yours. That's what this is about, you know. Using you. Taking your body and using it for our pleasure. How does it feel to be used?'
'Pretty darn good,' said Lincoln, a note of surprise in his voice.
Kat barked out a laugh. 'Just our luck, eh, Kitty? We try to teach a guy a lesson, and he turns out to be a closet submissive. Hey ho.'
'Hey, I am not submissive!' asserted Lincoln. 'I just like a good threesome!'
'Whatever you say, Link, whatever you say.' Kat patted his bald pate indulgently. She waited for Kitty to slink out of her leotard and station herself with her crotch hovering inches above Lincoln's shiny sex-slicked chin, then she hauled herself over his hips.
'Right, then, are we ready? Three . . . two . . . one . . .' At one, the two women lowered themselves on to their respective targets. Kitty whinnied in delight to find that Lincoln's tongue still had plenty of life in it, while Kat edged herself carefully on to his prick. Realising from his high sigh of bliss that he probably would not last very long, she slowed even further, using his tip to rub shallowly against her front wall until finally it hit her g-spot. She kept him in that penitential limbo, just beyond the hell of neglect but nowhere near the heaven of good, hard fucking, for as long as she could get away with. He tried and tried to thrust deeper, but she was able to hold him off, pinching his base firmly between finger and thumb when he threatened to unseat her with his bucking. If only his vocalisations didn't pour directly into Kitty's muffling quim, he would have begged and pleaded, but he could make no sense, and if he tried to rest his tongue, Kitty tweaked his ear painfully, so that was no good.