Chapter 17: Back in the Saddle

Continued from chapter 16:

I lie restrained, my wrists and ankles bound with soft satin scarves, spread wide and vulnerable. The sight of them approaching is overwhelming. Naomi stands tall, her statuesque frame catching the dim light, her generous breasts swaying freely with each deliberate step. Beside her, Keilah sheds her robe, revealing her flawless, youthful curves and the soft, perfect swell of her hips. They move in perfect synchronicity, kneeling on either side of the bed like priestesses preparing a sacred ritual.

Naomi's fingers loop a satin scarf around my left wrist, drawing it tight but not painfully so. Her voice is warm, commanding.

"Don't look so terrified, darling," she teases. "You begged for this. You said you were ours to use however we pleased."

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Keilah mirrors her movements on my right side, her touch lighter but no less purposeful as she secures the silk around my wrist. Her eyes flick down to my exposed, reddened skin, and a hungry smile tugs at her lips.

I watch as Keilah's gaze settles on my softening penis, and she pouts theatrically.

"We've got to get you back in the saddle," she says, her voice playful but knowing. "Naomi wants to take her pleasure from you, but you seem to have gone all soft. Why don't you eat the creampie we made together while Naomi and I work on getting you back in fighting shape?"

She grins wickedly, rotating her hips and straddling my face. Her heart-shaped bottom lowers slowly over my eyes, and then her pussy—still dripping with the sticky evidence of my release—descends inexorably toward my mouth.

Naomi laughs, a rich, throaty sound that vibrates through the air as she settles back onto her heels. Her fingers trace the line of my jaw before she grips my chin firmly, forcing me to keep my eyes on her as Keilah positions herself completely over my face.

"Eat up, Eros," Naomi orders, her thumb pressing against my lower lip to coax it open. "Savor every bit of what you gave her. Consider it fuel for what I'm about to do to you."

Keilah lowers herself fully, her massive, heart-shaped cheeks pressing against my temples before she aligns her soaking slit directly over my mouth. The heady, musky aroma of her arousal fills my senses as she begins to settle her weight onto me.

I surrender completely, unable to resist. The satin holding my wrists and ankles keeps me spread and helpless. I am treated to Keilah's cream-filled pussy as I begin to lap at her, tasting myself for the second time this evening, swallowing my own semen as it pours out of her in waves.

I hear the buzz of a vibrator and the gentle whipping of satin against my hardening member as Keilah and Naomi work together to resurrect my arousal. The vibrator teases the underside of my penis and taint while a pair of satin panties whips against me again and again, each strike sending a jolt of electric sensation through my body. Keilah groans as I eat my sticky release out of her pussy, my tongue working deeper into her folds.

Keilah's hips jerk spasmodically as my tongue finds the most sensitive spots within her drenched opening. Her knuckles turn white as she rides my face, her voice dissolving into incoherent whimpers. Every time she thinks she might peak again, she forces herself to stay poised, riding the edge of another orgasm while I feast upon her.

"Mmm... yes... swallow it all, Eros," she cries out, her thighs trembling violently as she continues to grind her soaking sex against my lips.

Meanwhile, Naomi maintains a relentless assault on my senses. The hum of the vibrator creates a constant, buzzing tension at my base, while the sharp, stinging crack of the satin panties against my shaft sends jolts of adrenaline through my entire system.

As Naomi stimulates me with the vibrator, she tickles my anus with her long fingers, smiling knowingly at Keilah, who is coming undone again on my tongue. Keilah whips me with the panties in time with her own pleasure, her body trembling with need.

Naomi's fingers probe and swirl around my puckered rim, applying just enough pressure to make my muscles twitch and clench involuntarily. She watches my reaction with predatory glee, leaning closer so her heavy breasts brush against my ribs.

"Look how responsive he is, Keilah," she purrs, increasing the vibration's intensity against my frenulum while her middle finger pushes deeper into my heat. "He's practically begging for it."

Keilah's control snaps completely. Her hips lose their rhythm, descending hard and fast against my mouth as a guttural scream rips from her throat. Her internal walls clamp down on my tongue in powerful, rhythmic spasms, drenching my face in fresh lubrication and the remnants of our combined release.

"Oh God! Yes! Fuck!" she cries out, her bottom pressed firmly against my forehead as her pussy flutters with a powerful orgasm.

Keilah collapses entirely, her heavy thighs shaking uncontrollably as she slumps forward, her swollen, wet mound still pressed against my stomach. She pants heavily, her chest heaving as she occasionally lets out a weak, blissful whimper as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body.

Naomi murmurs approval, her eyes locking onto my rigid, throbbing length.

"Perfect timing, isn't it?" she says.

She discards the vibrator, replacing its mechanical hum with the warmth of her bare palms. Her fingers wrap around my renewed erection, pumping with a practiced, authoritative rhythm that drives blood straight to the head. She leans over me, her massive breasts dangling mere inches from my face, the scent of her arousal mixing with the musk of our shared exertion.

Keilah slowly gets off me, and as she moves away, Naomi's smiling face comes into view. She hovers above my erection, her hot, wet sex teasing my tip. She laughs, wiping my messy face clean with the panties Keilah was spanking me with.

Keilah appears beside us, kneeling behind Naomi as they both look down on me with triumph in their eyes.

To be continued in chapter 18...