Who's Behind This

Becca and Addison had just dressed and were ready for work. Each worked as a hostess for different high end restaurants owned by the same man. They loved squeezing into tight blouses and skirts that showed their curves, and after work, they would have sugar daddies ply them with expensive drinks and meals and sometimes even shopping before they blue-balled them and went home.

But as they opened the door to head to their cars, two tall, athletically toned women in masks and black tights and leather boots pushed in and grabbed them. They had backpacks and they used ropes to tie and gag Addison and Becca.

"Don't struggle," said one of the female assailants.

One of their phones went off, and she checke it. "Fuck, he's running late. Be here in an hour or so."

"What are supposed to do until then?" asked the other.

Becca and Addison kept struggling.

"I told you not to struggle!" said the first woman.

"Fuck it, let's start early," said the second woman. She reached into her backpack and took out two vibrating dildos and a tube of lube. "You're lucky I'm using lube."

The women ripped holes in the back of Becca and Addison's hose, lubed up the vibrators, turned them on, and shoved them up the bound young lady's anuses.

Addison and Becca had been expecting the dildos up their pussies, and they were shocked when the writhing, vibrating sex toys were worked deep into their rectums.

"Now stop struggling!" ordered the first woman, or it gets worse.

Becca and Addison did not know how it could get worse, but they stopped struggling. The assailants sat on the couch and used the two bound ladies as foot stools. "Ugh, he's always late," said the first.

Becca and Addison started to drool into the ropes in their mouths as they started to pant.