A tease too far?

They had it all going for them. Firstly they had the looks. Lyndsey was blonde, with beautiful curly hair which fell down to her pert, voluptuous breasts. Her rear more than matched her delightful chest and gave her figure a sexy, feminine look. Vicky, with straight blonde hair, was more slight than her friend, but with a figure to die for and a model's face she more than matched Lyndsey for attractiveness. Secondly they had the dream jobs. Both girls worked in the fashion industry, jobs which afforded them the latest designer clothes, the city apartment and, most importantly, invites to all the best parties the city had to offer. Finally they had their little 'trick' to ensure that they always went home with the high class men they deserved. Whilst both girls were truly heterosexual, neither having had any desire to experiment with same sex relations, they were not afraid of cashing in on the 'lipstick lesbian' craze that was sweeping through the media. Both girls knew how a man's mind worked, and that even a hint of 'girl on girl action' would gain them plenty of male attention.

The party began like any other. A few glasses of wine to relax and seats in the centre of the bar; partly to be noticed but mainly to keep a good lookout for their target for the evening. It didn't take them long before they spotted him. In a designer suit with an expensive watch he obviously had money. On top of that were the looks of a film star. With a wink to each other the two girls walked to the dance floor hand in hand. The music was sexy and in no time they were dancing closely together, their hands running over each others body, their lips inches apart as they laughed and giggled together. By now every male pair of eyes in the room was on them, including their wealthy target. With a glance to check he was watching, they pulled each other close and embraced, their lipstick clad lips pushed together, tongues probing each others mouths, hands caressing bodies. When they were sure they'd aroused his attention sufficiently they parted and glanced at his table to find it empty. Disheartened, they returned to their table to find him already there, holding a bottle of finest champagne and three glasses.

'I hope that show wasn't all for me ladies?' he asked, with a smile that told them he knew exactly what they were trying to do. Both girls were impressed by his confidence and spent the rest of the evening using their best flirting techniques in competition to see who would take home their 'prize'.

As the evening drew to a close he suggested that, since both girls had impressed him so much, they should both come back to his apartment. They left the bar and climbed into the waiting cab, which took them to the classiest area of town. Still flirting and getting very friendly, the three of them entered his apartment. After fixing drinks for everyone he sat down and took in the sight of these two beautiful girls giggling, partly from the alcohol and partly in wonder of what was to happen next.

'So, do I get my own private show now that I've got you alone?' he enquired. The girls looked at each other.

'Why not?' they thought as they turned face to face and, without breaking eye contact, ran their hands over each others body. Vicky's hand moved to Lyndsey's breasts, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her full bosom encased in a delightful black lace bra. At the same time Lyndsey had found the zip at the back of Vicky's dress, and was slowly zipping it down, before slipping the dress of her friend's shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Soon Lyndsey's skirt had joined the dress on the floor and both girls stood before him wearing only their finest lace underwear and their stiletto heels.

He was impressed. In fact both girls could see how impressed by the clearly visible bulge forming between his legs. The sight of his obvious pleasure served to encourage the girls as they returned their attentions to each other. This was further than either girl had gone before, but the wine and the atmosphere pushed them onwards. Now their caresses were more sexual and needy, and they pulled each other closer for a passionate kiss.

'Very nice ladies,' he exclaimed, smiling. 'Very nice indeed. But I believe you have teased me enough. Perhaps it's time I returned the favour?'

'But who do I choose?' he thought out loud. Both girls pouted playfully at him as he made his mind up.

'Lyndsey, would you be so kind as to make yourself comfortable over there,' he said, gesturing at the large four-poster bed.

'And Vicky, you can be my beautiful assistant,' he whispered seductively, reaching behind himself for four silk ties from his top drawer. Vicky smiled, sensing immediately what he had in mind. It took Lyndsey a little longer, but she too smiled as she saw the two of them advancing towards her with two ties apiece. Taking a wrist each, the two of them held Lyndsey's arms apart and secured them to the two top corners of the bed. Lyndsey squirmed playfully, testing the strength of the bindings, which held firm. She squirmed even more as they ran their hands down her outstretched body till they reached her ankles, which were pulled apart and bound to the bottom posts of the bed. The two of them met at the bottom of the bed and admired their handiwork. Lyndsey lay spread-eagled on the bed, securely bound and feeling ever so slightly exposed and at their mercy.

'So Vicky, how would you like to play with your friend now?' he asked.

'I'd rather play with you,' she replied, seeing her advantage over her friend as she stepped up to embrace him. He returned her kiss passionately, twisting Vicky around and pushing her against the bed post.

'Hey, what about me?' asked Lyndsey, feeling a little left out.

'Oh, don't worry,' he replied. 'I haven't forgotten about you.' With that, he lifted Vicky's arms above her head with one hand and with the other produced a further silk tie, with which he proceeded to bind her wrists high up to the bed post. Without pause, he dropped to his knees and bound Vicky's ankles together, securing her legs to the bed post with another tie. Vicky protested at this treatment, and his reply was to place a knotted tie in her mouth which, once tightened behind her head, prevented her displeasure from being heard. Once he was sure that Vicky could neither move nor make a sound, he returned to the bed.

'I'm glad you've finally seen sense and chosen me,' Lyndsey said, smiling.

'On the contrary,' he replied. 'I've grown tired of your silly games and believe it's time to teach you both a lesson.' Just as Lyndsey realised her predicament and made to protest, he bound her mouth to match Vicky's. From his desk drawer he produced a large knife. The two girls looked at each other with fear in their eyes as they fought to escape.

However, his intentions were not to hurt them. Instead he used the knife to cut the elastic holding together Lyndsey's lace knickers. Forcibly he removed her torn underwear and the bra with it, and within seconds had done the same to Vicky, leaving both girls completely naked save only for their high heeled shoes. By now, both girls were pulling franticly at their restraints, fearing what he had planned for them and feeling very exposed and vulnerable. He stood facing Vicky and then carefully removed her wrists and ankles from the bed post, whilst still leaving them bound. He picked her up forcibly, carrying her to the end of the bed between Lyndsey's legs before holding her upright and attaching her hands to a hook concealed high above her head. Then he unfastened Vicky's ankles. He easily dodged her wild kicks as he took one ankle and attached it to the same bed post that Lyndsey's wrist was tied to. He repeated this with her other leg, then stepped back to look at the girls, examining their behaviour to see if they had any idea what he had in store for them. Neither seemed to have any clue until he released Vicky's hands and proceeded to pull her down the bed over her friend's prone body. With Vicky's hands tied to the opposite bed posts in a spread-eagled manner the two girls were in a perfect '69' position. Vicky's crotch was positioned over Lyndsey's face, and her head was forced between her friend's legs. Both girls now felt distinctly uncomfortable. They were both looking directly at each other's most private area, and each girl could see a glistening of moisture between spread pussy lips from the evening's exploits. They tried to move away from one another, however, he didn't help matters as he placed further bindings around the top of each girl's thighs, which were fastened to the relevant arm of the other girl. Now the girl's bodies were forced closer and both could detect the aroma of arousal.

He stepped back to admire the sight of these two girls bounds securely and struggling in their restraints. Each girl could feel her partner's warm breath on her own pussy. Occasional drops of saliva would escape from Vicky's gagged mouth, running down her chin before dripping between Lyndsey's exposed pussy lips, adding to the moisture already there. Eventually the girls grew tired of their frantic struggling and remained still, muscles still taut to avoid too much contact with one another. It was now that he decided to turn up the heat. Returned to his desk he produced a large vibrator, shaped so as to remain inside a pussy without the need for support. Standing behind Vicky he switched the toy on and a quiet buzzing filled the room. Both girls jumped at a sound they, of course, recognised. He ran the vibrator down Vicky's arched back, between her buttocks and up and down each thigh. Teasingly he placed the toy just inside her exposed pussy. She moaned through gagged lips as he slid the vibrator fully inside her moist cunt. She bucked wildly in her restraints as her pussy lips were stretched uncomfortably by the widest section of the toy before relaxing noticeably as her cunt closed over the tapered end, holding it firmly in place. However, her relaxation was short lived as he increased the speed of the vibrations until they were coursing through her body.

'Now ladies,' he whispered over the muffled vibrations. 'I'm going to remove your gags. If you're good girls and don't cry out I may release you from this little predicament....sometime. If you scream then, well, I'll have to think of a different and more degrading way of enjoying you, and don't worry, I have an excellent imagination! Oh, and as an afterthought, these wall are very well insulated (I don't want the sounds of the city keeping me awake at night now do I?), so no one will hear you anyway! Do you understand?' he asked. Both girls nodded and he proceeded to remove their gags. Once done, he sat back to enjoy the show.

For a while the room was quiet. Vicky's mind, however, was fighting an internal struggle. The vibrations in her pussy were arousing her considerably and she struggled in her bonds to try and bring about the orgasm that would release her from this teasing. However, without stimulation on her clitoris she could not make herself cum. By now her breath was coming out in ragged gasps and her legs shook with the build up of desire she could find no release for.

'I'm sorry babe,' she managed between gasps as she felt the moisture drip from her pussy and onto her friend's face. 'I can't take it any more, I need to cum.'

'Vicky, please stop,' sobbed Lyndsey as her friends pussy juice ran over her lips and cheeks. 'I don't want to do this,' she cried, tasting her friend's arousal on her lips.

'I....can't....help....it!' cried Vicky as the feeling inside became unbearable and she forced her pussy onto her friend's face. Lyndsey's protests were muffled as Vicky, overcome with desire, pushed herself onto Lyndsey's face, rubbing her cum soaked pussy over Lyndsey's lips, nose and even her chin.

'Oh God, I'm cuming!' cried Vicky, thrashing wildly as she buried her own head between Lyndsey's legs. A change had come over Lyndsey, a sort of primeval urge brought on by the sight and feel of her friend's orgasm and the submissiveness of her restrained position, so that she welcomed the attention she was receiving. Vicky, shaking from her earth-shattering orgasm and sobbing uncontrollably kissed and licked between Lyndsey's legs, all the time whispering,

'I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry.'

'Don't stop now!' was Lyndsey's reply as the orgasm built inside her. Vicky redoubled her efforts, the continuous vibrations in her pussy bringing on another orgasm. Lyndsey twisted and pulled at her bindings, trying the force her pussy up closer to Vicky as she had a huge climax. Just as had begun to calm down Vicky was thrusting her crotch in her face, in the throes of her second orgasm. And so a vicious circle was created, with each girl forcing the other to cum. Both of them thrashed about wildly, not caring any more, just overcome by desire, each girl covered in cum, saliva and sweat. They lost count of the number of orgasms they had and also how long they remained in this state. Eventually both girls collapsed with exhaustion, their heads between each other's legs in a semi conscious state.

Seeing that the show was over, he rose from his seat and approached the girls. He ran his hand over their prone bodies and brushed back their hair, which was sticky with cum. Then he gently untied Vicky's arms and, whispering goodnight to them both, left the room.

Once she had recovered her strength, Vicky realised her arms were free and proceeded to tenderly untie her friend. She prised her sweat soaked body from Lyndsey's and gentle removed the vibrator before completing the untying. Neither girl spoke. In fact, they tried not to catch each other's eye as the realisation of what they had done hit them. Both girls cleaned themselves up separately, each spending a long time in the shower as they tried to come to terms with what had happened. Yet neither girl could deny the tingling sensation they felt as they ran their soapy hands down their bodies. Had it taught them a lesson? Would they continue to tease men the way they had before? Who knows, but it was certainly a night neither girl would forget.