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Finally, she interrupted his outpouring, instructing, "Honey, shhhh... hush, come with me."

Taking him by the hand she led him into their bedroom, guiding him back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Stepping back slightly she locked her eyes on to his, saying, "Look at me."

Once certain she had his undivided attention she reached behind herself, slowly lowering the zipper on her dress.

While she was clearly aware of the responsibilities, power, and control he had at the office, she was equally clear that once he was home this man was utterly defenseless against her feminine allure and sensual softness.

As she took her time, slowly revealing her curves to him she could see this man being transformed. Before her very eyes she could see the stress of his day disappearing and his entire world being reduced down to nothing more than her.

Then, stepping closer she took his head between her hands, murmuring, "It's ok honey, it's over... and I'm right here."

A soft smile crossed her face as he all but collapsed into her, letting out a soft sound of contentment as he allowed himself to be pulled into the warm softness of her breasts.

They knew they were not to ask questions. No complaints.

No mention of their own wants or desires.

They were simply entertainment... in the flesh... for the ladies of the exclusive society. No more, no less.

So, when he saw her beckon him to approach and to then hold her glass of champagne that's exactly what he did. He stood motionless, watching while in the midst of conversation with her friend she freed his cock, stroking and teasing it as she pleased.

Ten minutes later, with his cock now swollen, dripping and aching with need she calmly managed to slip it back into his pants.

As he felt himself gradually feeling more and more dizzy, lightheaded, disoriented, their voices whispered reassuringly in his ear.

“It’s okay, baby…. relax.”

Delicate fingertips traced lightly along his neck, tracing his ear….

“It feels nice, doesn’t it? Don’t think, just feel…”

“And listen….”

The soft voices droned on, the room beginning to spin, his mind becoming hazy, words harder to form.

“Shhh, it’s so hard to talk, isn’t it?….”

“So hard to move….”

Fingers were undoing buttons on his shirt, unfastening his pants…

“That’s it baby, just like that…. sit nice and still…”

His eyes were glazing over, mouth falling open…

“It feels nice, doesn’t it?… to give in?….”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?… to surrender?”

His mind was emptying, malleable and receptive, his head nodding in agreement.

“Of course it is….”

“We know what you want, sweetheart…”

A soft moan escaped him as he realized that the clothes of the two seductresses were now also falling away…

“I know baby…. it’s so exciting, isn’t it?”

“The thought of us making you ours… you want that so much, don’t you?”

They smiled at his desperate, pleading whine of need. It was time. He was ready. The collar was slipped around his neck.

“Would you like to come with us, honey? I bet you would…,” a voice purred as he found himself already being helped to his feet.

“Yesss,” he panted, head lowering submissively, wanting nothing more than to comply with every word that caressed his ears like silk. His mind was reeling, body responding, trapped between their soft, naked curves.

"Of course," Sophie said softly to herself with a smile.

She'd not yet been outside in her backyard for five minutes and already her next door neighbor had found a reason why he needed to be outside as well.

It didn't matter whether she was sunbathing. Gardening. Cutting the grass. Or just relaxing. If she was outside it was almost a certainty that it was only a matter of time until David would be as well.

With anyone else it might have come across to her as a little unnerving. Maybe even a little creepy. Or pervy. But it never felt that way with David.

He was an older gentleman who'd always been nothing but kind to her. Polite. Helpful. Respectful.

His one 'vice', if it could be called that, was how much of a struggle it was for him to resist the temptation of enjoying the view provided by his gorgeous next door neighbor.

And truthfully, Sophie was well aware how unfair it would be to put all of the blame on him. After all, she intentionally did not make it easy on him.

Leggings and tight lycra top. Skin tight exercise shorts and sports bra. Bikini swimsuits that maximized her tan. She loved that little rush of sexual power she felt every time a man was unable to keep from gazing at her with longing.

And given that David lived next door he was practically her own captive audience. Always there when she felt the urge to lure. To entice. To tease.

Today though she was feeling particularly bold.

Particularly mischievous.

Particularly curious.

And particularly hungry to unleash her inner, merciless cocktease on some unsuspecting gentleman.

And given the way he was looking so especially vulnerable today, his resistance clearly defenseless against her black plunging sports bra and ultra short workout shorts, Sophie decided today was the day to truly put him to the test and have some fun of her own.

So after wandering in to his yard for a bit of innocent, neighborly backyard banter, it took all of Sophie's willpower to not giggle at David's struggles.

He was doing everything in his power to maintain eye contact. To not let his gaze wander. To be the perfect gentleman. But she could tell that the way her luscious curves were displayed was slowly turning their innocent conversation into a form of maddening torture for her next door neighbor.

It was delicious.

So, she invited him to come over and join her on her patio for a beer, an opportunity which to no surprise he eagerly accepted. The conversation was flowing freely and by the time they were part way through their second beer David's struggles to maintain eye contact had become far more obvious than he realized.

And that was when Sophie made her move. In a voice that was perfectly calm, innocent, and judgment free, she casually commented, "David, you can just relax, you know. It's perfectly fine. I don't mind at all. In fact, I like it."

A cavalcade of alarms, buzzers, and warnings immediately erupted in his mind. Clearly suddenly nervous and on edge he replied, "I'm sorry? What don't you mind?"

Sophie smiled and paused just long enough to enjoy the way she had him squirming. Finally, she replied, "That you enjoy looking at me. That it's such a struggle for you to try to maintain eye contact when you're talking to me."

His mouth fell open and face turned bright red. "Sophie... I... I...," but was interrupted when she laughed softly and said, "David, hush. I told you it's fine. Do you honestly think I don't notice that every time I go outside to do something in the backyard you always seem to find a reason to come outside too?"

She grinned as he was momentarily rendered speechless, unable to do anything other than offer a sheepish, rather guilty smile. Continuing, in a soft voice, "Actually I think it's kind of sweet. Maybe even a little bit hot. And now can I make a little confession to you?"

"Please do," David quickly agreed, eager for this conversation to go any direction that might take some heat off of him.

"I love that you can't help yourself. That whenever I'm outside you just have to come out and look. It's like you just can't resist coming outside, hoping to get a look at me."

"Sophie, I... I....," he stammered.

"Shhh, and I love how you try so hard to maintain eye contact with me whenever we're talking but that it's such a struggle for you. How obvious it is that you want to look at my tits but you try so hard not to. And I really love that eventually they're just too much for you, that you just can't help yourself. Sometimes, you just have to give in and let you yourself have a little peek, don't you?"

Sophie smirked at the look on his face, the way he seemed to be unable to speak. She continued, her voice soft but authoritative. "Go on, David. Look at them. I want you to," she instructed softly, her fingers now tracing over the swells of her breasts, luring his gaze to them.

She smiled as he gave in, letting his gaze land on them. "Mmm, that's good," she purred encouragingly. "They're big, aren't they? Big and soft? Do you like them?"

Swallowing hard, he softly replied, "Yes," then looked away.

"Don't," Sophie instructed. "You don't have to look away. You want to see more, don't you? I'll let you, but you'll have to play by my rules."

With a confused look on his face he replied, "I'm sorry?"

Laughing softly, she replied, "I like to play games. Do you? Do you like to play games, David?"

She smiled as his mouth fell open, her guest once again rendered incoherent.

Sophie paused then in a soft voice continued, "I mean, if you're willing to play by my rules I'll let you see more. Way more. We can go inside and I'll let you watch me."

His eyes widened in disbelief and his jaw nearly hit the table. "Are you serious??"

"Mmm hmm, very," she purred. "To be clear though, I'm not talking about sex. That won't happen. You won't even be allowed to touch me. All you'll be able to do is watch. But, it will be hot, I promise you that. For both of us."

"For both of us??," he asked in confusion.

"Definitely. David, you enjoy looking at me. I've known that ever since I moved in. And I enjoy you looking at me."

"Seriously??"

"Yes sweetie, seriously. That's a hot button for me. Big time. Knowing a guy is looking at me... wanting me... but can't have me. It's a massive turn-on for me."

Sophie smiled at the look on his face, saying, "I know, this is the point when most guys walk away, and I totally get that."

David exhaled, then quietly said, "I'm still here."

"Mmm, indeed you are, aren't you?," she purred. "I should warn you David, if you agree to this you'll likely end up thinking I'm a bitch by the the time we're done. The fun part for me is seeing how badly I can make a guy want me, even though I have no intention of letting him do anything more than watch."

Swallowing hard, he answered, "Okay."

"David... sweetie... I know you enjoy looking at me but you need to understand, this would be different. You'd have to do as I say. You'd have to play by my rules. And they're totally not fair. Completely unreasonable. And, I make them up as I go. That way I can be sure everything goes exactly the way I want."

His face was flushed and beaded with perspiration but still he replied, "Okay."

"Still? Even after everything I've told you? Mmm, is that what you want, David? Do you want to play my game?," she purred.

Swallowing hard and nodding his head, he answered, "Yes. I do."

Chuckling softly, Sophie murmured, "Very good. Then let's go sweetie, let's go inside."

************

Just the two of them.

Girls' weekend.

An opportunity for the two 'partners in crime' to relax... or, who knows? Perhaps find an adventure or even... a bit of mischief?

While they indeed enjoyed the excitement and nightlife afforded by lavish big city hotels, they also found that the quaint intimacy of a small bed and breakfast could quench their appetite for adventure.

They'd been enjoying a bottle of the local wine downstairs late Saturday evening when they noticed the arrival of another guest.

A weary traveler. A young man traveling alone.

After smiling politely toward him the two women grinned conspiratorially to one another when he made his way to his room and was out of view.

Already their minds were on the same page. It wasn't a question of 'if', but rather only a question of 'when'.

"Tonight?," one asked.

After a brief, thoughtful pause the other replied, "Hmm, I think not. He looks tired. Let's allow him a chance to rest first."

With her eyes sparkling wickedly, the response was, "Breakfast?"

"Breakfast indeed."

The next morning, even before the young man had an opportuity to sit down he found himself being unexpectedly greeted by the women he'd seen briefly the night before.

Soft hands possessively roaming his body, one over house mouth to silence him... their voices offering hushed murmurs of reassurance.

"Shhh.... relax, sweetie... everything's fine... but, we've been waiting for you... we want you to come with us... c'mon baby... it'll be fun... we promise... you'll see."

It felt to him as if he'd been put on autopilot, the now dazed young man allowing himself to be led away.

The moment he was lured into their room his gaze couldn't help but be attracted to the large four poster bed, a crimson scarf already secured to each post.

As he heard the clicking of the door being locked behind him a voice purred seductively in his ear, "Mmm hmm, yes sweetie... those are just for you. It's going to be so sexy, you'll see."

And as the women proceeded to secure their prey into place, they shared a knowing grin of anticipation.

She said it once, immediately after the hypnosis, just to prove that it worked. You had had a completely unprovoked orgasm right there in the therapist's office. No build up, no stimulation. She said the word and you just....spurted, right there in your pants. You couldn't even remember the word. When you thought back, all you could remember was static.

It wasn't until she said, "Open your eyes! Look at me!" that you realized you were scrunching them shut because of the pain. She ground her hips down extra hard, causing your back to arch and your face to contort in agony.

"You don't like the view?" she asked sweetly. "Fine. Let's change it up." She blissfully lifted herself up off your balls. But she climbed up and straddled your face. The pussy that had been torturing you seconds ago pressed down around your mouth and nose, sealing off all access to air.

Soon, he would find himself the focus of all of their attention… helpless and at their mercy… the centerpiece of their evening of erotic pleasures and carnal lusts.

But for now he sat bound to a chair, naked except for the thin fabric of his boxers that represented the last line of defense for his cock that was already hard, swollen and dripping with need.

Her friends were preparing him for the evening, warming him up, teasing him. They taunted him with their nearness, the view of their shared kisses, so close yet out of his reach.

From the kitchen Marie smiled at the look on his face, his dazed, helpless arousal. With each breath, he drew in more of the effects of the powerful exotic aphrodisiacs that her friends gently blew toward him, the erotic herbs making him dizzy and feverish with lust.

She laughed softly to herself. Poor, sweet boy. She could see it on his face. He was becoming so turned on, so sexually needy, yet clearly he wasn’t understanding why.

Making it all the hotter to her was the fact that this was only the beginning for him. He would become hotter, harder, more and more desperate with sexual need and he would be powerless to stop it.

Feeling a brief moment of sympathy she went to him and caressed his face gently. “Relax sweetie, you’re ok,” she purred reassuringly. “Don’t try to fight it, you won’t be able to. Just give in and let it happen.”

She then gave him a kiss that was so soft, so sensual, that when she eventually drew back he was panting with need, looking at her pleadingly as he whimpered, “Please??”

“Oh honey, you poor thing,” she murmured sympathetically, stroking his hair as she purred with arousal of her own from how deliciously desperate this poor boy already was.

With her eyes sparkling wickedly Marie then looked at her friends and announced, “It’s time…. he’s ready.”

At that point the dazed young man was freed from the chair, only to find himself surrounded by the four predatory women who guided him into a candle lit bedroom, the erotic scent of more aphrodisiacs filling the air.

Awaiting him were restraints attached to each bedpost… bowls of warm oil that soft hands would soon be applying to his bound, trembling body… and steel rings that would imprison his swollen cock and heavy balls, ensuring his erection would continue to ache and drip with need for hours with no hope of release.

After tugging down his boxers and tossing them aside the women positioned themselves at the corners of the bed, each of them taking one of his limbs, spreading them outward… securing his wrists and ankles into the sturdy restraints.

“Oh god….,” he moaned helplessly, his body instinctively writhing and straining as he tested his bonds.

“Mmm, I know baby, you can’t get away,” Marie cooed. “You’re so helpless and so turned on, aren’t you? But you need to try to relax, this is just the very beginning for you.”

She gave a subtle nod to her friends then perched herself on the bed next to her bound, helpless boyfriend. He whimpered softly with need as he watched the three women begin to slowly peel away their clothes… everywhere he looked alluring female curves were being teasingly revealed to his longing gaze.

“Look at them,” she urged in a sultry voice, her fingers raking through his hair. “They’re so sexy, aren’t they? And they all want to see how hot they can make you… how hard they can get you… how badly they can make you want to cum…”

Marie smiled at his whine, then touched her lips to his ear and whispered, “We all do… but especially me. I want you aching so bad, baby… so completely desperate… I want to watch as you break right before our very eyes.”

With a soft, taunting laugh she then joined her friends, peeling away her clothes as well, smiling as his eyes glazed over with need.

A moment later his mouth fell open in a lust filled daze as soft female hands were seemingly everywhere… some applying warm oil to his trembling body… others gently manipulating his cock and balls into the steel rings that would hold them captive, ensuring that his churning, pent-up cum would remain trapped helplessly within them, unable to release…

Right where they wanted…. and for as long as they wanted.

Then, once they were satisfied with their preparations the four cockteases shared a knowing smile and descended upon their prey….

"Told you we'd ace the presentation!"

"Yeah... not sure the Professor heard a word we said though..."

"Heh... Maybe not... but, we had his attention the whole time! And from the way he's covering his crotch with his notepad, I'd bet his enthusiasm for the subject just spilled over... into our grades... and his pants!"

She was almost old enough to be his mother and he was so obsessed with pleasing her that as far as he was concerned - she owned him. He had been drinking with a couple of his university friends at a local bar when she approached him, offering to buy him a drink. A woman approaching him was totally new to him and he was caught off guard for a moment until his friends started egging him on to go talk to her. He accepted her offer and sat with her at the bar. She was much more direct than any woman he had flirted with before and it kinda turned him on that this sexy older woman was trying to pick him up. About 30 minutes later he found himself in the back of a cab on the way to her place.

She was all over him. Kissing him as her hand wandered between his legs feeling the hard bulge that was trapped inside his pants. After they got to her place she closed the door behind them and started pulling his clothes off as she pushed him against a wall. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor. His hands were all over her tits, fondling them, squeezing them as he felt her pull down his shorts. His cock was as hard as it had ever felt in his life. She was instantly on her knees and sliding her mouth over his cock. He looked down at her as she worked and sucked his cock in ways that he had never experienced before.

He usually prided himself on being able to last longer than the average guy his age before cumming but he was no match for her hands and mouth. He could feel the cum almost being sucked straight from his balls and he was helpless to hold back. She looked up at him as he exploded hot and sticky into her mouth. He groaned loud as she milked him and from that moment he knew he was now hers.

She could do anything she wanted to him and he would comply. He was lost in this older woman’s experienced touch. Moments later he was fucking her over her kitchen table. His cock never softened for a second and as she bent over for him in her heels and stockings he slid deep inside her pussy. She begged to be fucked hard and he duly obliged. He had just cum so he knew he could last quite a while before having to cum again, so he slammed is cock into her over and over as he held her by her hips. All he wanted to do was please her. He had known her for just over an hour and all he wanted was to make her cum and scream again and again.

He fucked her until she squealed and came all over his cock, then she turned and sat on the edge of the desk, pulling him back inside her, wrapping her legs around him as he fucked her over and over as deep as he could. He was still in control of his next cum until she pulled him tight to her and ran her nails down his back. It was too much for him and he started spraying his cum inside her soaked pussy.