The Edge of Pleasure

He was looking online for local sex clubs. He decided he needed something more serious than a lap dance or a hand job from his lazy girl friend, Debbie. He found a new club called The Edge of Pleasure. The online ad boasted: "Cash only, satisfaction guaranteed." He jotted down the address and went to check it out.

The building was nothing to brag about; it looked like an abandoned warehouse. Following signs in the corridor, he found the door marked "Entrance." Inside it looked like a small waiting room. Six chairs, three of them with clothes piled in the seat and shoes underneath.

The desk had a computer rather than a receptionist. The screen was on and it read: "Please enter your name and press enter."

When he did, the reply explained the procedure.

"Thank you. Welcome to the Edge of Pleasure. Payment will be accepted at the end of your visit and tips are encouraged for even better service on future visits."

"All our female attendants are previous professional models. Please select blond, redhead, brunette or black hair, key it in and press enter."

He typed in "redhead" and pressed enter.

"Thank you. Please remove all your clothes and leave them on a chair in the waiting room. Then go through the door at the back of the office, find and enter room 6. Go to the center of the room and kneel on the floor, head down."

"Mistress Sonya and her assistant, Amy, will arrive shortly. If you wish Mistress Sonya to discontinue any activity or if you refuse to obey her commands, your safe phrase is "Endless denial". If you say anything else at any time, your visit ends immediately and there is an additional charge."

The original charge was never mentioned, but as horny as he was, he didn't ask.

The wooden floor was rough on his knees and he fidgeted, then heard the door open. Two women in heels coming across the floor towards him. In his peripheral vision he saw part of them before they got close.

One was wearing white stockings and white high heels. The other wore black stockings and black high heels. Both women had nice legs. He smelled perfume as the woman in white walked slowly around him. The black heels stopped and the woman sat down in front of him, legs crossed.

Without shifting his eyes upward, he could see her breasts in a black corset. Her black thigh high stockings were held up by a black garter. He could easily see a healthy patch of black pubic hair between her thighs. His cock stirred.

"Close your eyes and lean back on your hands," the woman in white said.

When he did, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and tilted his head back. She swung one leg over his head and suddenly his face was encased in the softness of her thighs. A slight scent of perfume filled his nostrils as he gasped from her grip.

He could barely balance himself on his hands, his chin buried in her buttocks, her sex almost consuming his lips. Her thighs pressed firmly against his cheeks. He was aroused and intimidated. And his cock was at full mast.

"Open your eyes," she said.

When he did, he saw that she was dressed exactly as the other woman but in white. She had dark blue eyes, long red hair flowing down across her ample breasts, and the color of the pubic hair tickling his nose matched the hair on her head. Red painted lips smiled down at him.

"I'm Mistress Sonya. We're all about pleasure here; the more you give, the more you receive. I think you will know what's expected of you."

He had never been with a redhead before and the idea of giving her oral was enough to make his cock pulse. He slowly licked her labia, swiping the flat of his tongue up and down her slit. The warmth of her thighs excited him even more.

Suddenly he felt a warm hand slip under his scrotum, gently rolling his balls in her hand. She must be Amy, the assistant. He was almost distracted but returned his attention to the warm pussy against his lips. He slid his tongue in and almost moaned out loud. Warm, sweet nectar coated his tongue.

Then a hand wrapped gently around his cock, slowly stroking base to tip and back down. The hand with his balls squeezed gently, then he felt her fingernails under his ball sac, lightly scratching. He took a quick deep intake of breath, surprised.

Mistress Sonya was sliding her fingers through his hair, lovingly caressing his scalp. She seemed to be in no hurry even though her juices were beginning to flow into his mouth.

"Clean me up; I'm dripping," she said softly, running her fingers through his hair.

He made loud slurping noises, sucking up the excess around his mouth.

"That's a good boy. Now, use your tongue, nice and deep."

He stiffened his tongue, probed and his cock swelled even more. Amy's hand was using his precum to lube the end, twisting a fist round the already sensitive knob. The fingernails were scratching his balls so lightly that it bordered on tickling but in fact was arousing as hell.

Basically he tongue fucked Mistress Sonya until his jaw was tired. Her fingers were now digging into his scalp, not lovingly but with purpose. She was finally getting excited.

Suddenly there were two hands on his cock, one atop the other, twisting in opposite directions as they went up and down his shaft. He could feel his balls churning with anticipation. Precum oozed over her fingers.

"Make me cum," Mistress Sonya said, not a command, not with any anxiety, almost a gentle suggestion.

The fists on his cock were stroking faster, firmer and in his position, unable to move, he could only suffer the frustration. He was excited and needed to cum, and he decided he would let Amy jerk him off.

His tongue was frantic, roaming around the insides of Mistress Sonya's pussy, lapping at her clit, breathing heavily, sucking juices more than licking.

"Ease up; he's lost focus," she said, obviously to Amy.

The hands went away and the air in the room was the only thing left to touch his aching cock. He realized he was not doing as he was expected. Having caught his breath, he went after her clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue and then withdrawing.

He licked her slit, lapped at her clit, then used his tongue to fuck her pussy, then attacked her clit again. He could feel the tendons in her thighs getting tight. Her juices were flowing again. He sucked at her entrance and she gasped. He locked his lips over her clit and gently sucked it.

Suddenly he felt warm lips kissing the tip of his cock, sucking the precum from the tip, and then a warm mouth took him in, all the way. His legs almost cramped up; he was suddenly on the verge, ready to fill that mouth with a heavy load.

Mistress Sonya was at her peak. He owned her clit and he sucked it into his mouth, just hard enough to give her friction for her orgasm. Her thighs tightened, almost smothering him as she gushed into his mouth.

The mouth on his cock sucked voraciously, sliding up and down his shaft. He could feel her tongue on the underside of his shaft as she slurped his precum from the tip.

She had one hand on his balls, gently squeezing, coaxing as her mouth focused on sucking his sensitive crown.

Mistress Sonya, oblivious to her drowning captive, rubbed her pussy back and forth on his face, spreading her squirt and cum all over his nose and chin. He swallowed, savoring the slightly salty taste of his first squirt. She rode his face for several minutes enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.

Amy's mouth was about to suck the soul out of him and he waited, ready to be sucked off. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock and then she sucked him deep into her mouth, her teeth almost biting the base of his shaft.

"Time for phase two," Mistress Sonya announced.

She opened her legs, stepping away from him, letting him pull his head forward. He looked down just as Amy's mouth popped off the end of his cock. He was close, so fucking close. Another five seconds and he would have shot his load down her throat.

Amy smiled up at him, his precum mixed with her saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. She ran her tongue over her lips and winked at him.

Mistress Sonya was at the far side of the room standing next to a bench that looked like a piano bench only slightly longer. When he looked over at her, she just pointed to the bench.

"Lie here."

He lay down and Amy came over with a set of handcuffs, pushed his hands together under the bench and put on the handcuffs.

"Phase two is for two reasons," Mistress Sonya explained. "You need to please me the second way, and there will be two of us for you to please. Of course, we will ensure that you enjoy it, but our orgasms preclude yours, or at least postpone it for you."

Amy produced a condom and rolled it slowly down over his erection. His cock was still hard and he still needed to cum. Mistress Sonya straddled the bench near his waist, reached down and rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth in her slit. She eased down just low enough to take the tip of his cock inside her.

He could hardly refrain from moaning, feeling her pussy gripping the tip of his cock. She lifted off, then took it in again, then lifted off., then took it in again and held still. He was going crazy. Teasing was murder, he needed to cum.

Amy straddled the bench right over his head. Her beautiful long black hair hung down around her face as she looked down at him. Dark blue eyes that looked mean somehow. Her black pubic hair was wet and matted with her pussy juice.

"I'm next," Amy said as she lowered her body. She was a bit heavier than Mistress Sonya, with thicker thighs and a bigger ass. Slowly she lowered her pussy towards his face.

Suddenly he felt Mistress Sonya slam her body down in one fast hard move, taking his cock all the way inside her. At the same time, Amy slammed her pussy hard against his mouth. His eyes bugged with surprise and he almost yelled into Amy's pussy.

Mistress Sonya rocked back and forth on his cock, keeping him deep and rubbing her pelvic bone against his. She was grinding away on his cock, taking him back to the edge where he wanted to be.

Amy was aggressive riding his face, nearly smothering him with her thick thighs and big ass cheeks. She leaned down, her hands on the bench on either side of his head. Her hair fell onto his face and her breasts loomed right over his eyes.

"Stick just the tip out," she instructed, and he complied.

Amy slid back and forth over his face, grinding her wet pussy across his nose, mouth and chin. He could feel her hard clit bumping his nose as she rubbed all over his face.

Mistress Sonya seemed to be satisfied with jerking her hips back and forth with his cock deep inside her. Unbeknownst to him, she was rubbing her pussy with her fingers as she rode his cock.

Amy was relentless, barely giving him time to breathe as she painted his face with her pussy juices. He swallowed as much as he breathed when he could. She used her full weight on his face, taking advantage of his tongue.

He was excited and frustrated. He was so close to filling that condom, that he was sure Mistress would allow it. They used his cock and his face for a half hour. Amy was dripping sweat on his face.

When Mistress Sonya announced "Cumming!" Amy sat straight up, jerked her hips hard, jamming her pussy against his mouth. His cock was about to explode.

"Eat my cunt, drink my cum!" Amy yelled, her voice echoing off the walls.

Amy's pussy covered his mouth and she squirted, sending more than he could swallow into his helpless mouth. He coughed and it spurted out the corners of his mouth. She stayed in place until she was finished.

Mistress Sonya eased up off his throbbing cock, the condom wet with her fluids. When she lifted her leg and got off the bench, Amy was on her feet, her pussy still dripping on his face. She moved around the end of the bench and she and Mistress Sonya switched places.

Mistress Sonya leaned down over his wet, frustrated face. He was panting, panic in his eyes. He needed to cum. Why wouldn't they let him cum?

"Phase three. That means we need our third holes filled. Amy likes a hard cock and I like a hungry tongue."

He felt eating ass was going too far since he had not been allowed to cum yet. He quickly blurted the safe phrase.

"Endless denial!"

"What the fuck is that?" Amy asked.

"It's my safe phrase, so I don't have to obey you," he said defensively.

The women looked at each other and then laughed, long and heartily. Then Amy straddled the bench and positioned herself reverse cowgirl with the tip of his cock at the tight entrance to her ass. Mistress Sonya straddled the bench facing Amy and began to lower her ass onto his face.

"What about the safe phrase?" He asked, panicking.

"That's not a safe phrase; it's how you get this visit free."

He was about to protest, as if it would do any good, but Mistress Sonya had pressed her ass onto his face, spreading her cheeks and settling her asshole right on his mouth.

"But giving us orgasms and eating my ass will get you a discount next time."

He had to lick her in order to breathe. He ran his tongue up and down her crack, craning his neck to lick it properly. He didn't know how long he was supposed to do this or what the outcome would be.

Amy was already using his cock, slowly lowering her big ass down his shaft until her buttocks pressed down on his abs. She was tight and he was horny. Surely she would let him cum in the condom. Slowly she worked his cock, rising to the tip and easing down inch by inch. He could feel his cock throbbing in her tight ass.

Mistress Sonya's ass crack was wet with his saliva and his cheeks were wet as well. She let him lick away for a long time. He was concentrating on how soon he could cum in Amy's ass and the pressure was building, his balls tight.

Not that he could see, but Amy was rubbing her clit as she fucked herself on his cock. Mistress Sonya had begun to do the same.

"Tongue it. Taste it. Eat my shithole," Mistress Sonya moaned, obviously excited.

He stiffened his tongue, pushed the tip into her tight puckered hole and held his breath. With his tongue buried in her ass, he was smothered. She moaned and he felt her bear down, opening her asshole enough that his tongue pushed in even further.

Amy was working his cock at a faster pace, bouncing her ass up and down on his cock, fucking him like it was her pussy. She was moaning as well, seemingly oblivious to how Mistress Sonya was doing behind her.

He had to withdraw his tongue to breathe, and Mistress Sonya didn't like it.

"I'm getting close! Tongue my asshole and don't stop!"

He took a deep breath, jammed his tongue inside her one more time, her ass pressed against his face. His cock was about to burst, his balls ached and he was certain he would cum any second.

"FUUUCK!" Mistress Sonya yelled, slamming her ass hard against his mouth. But she flopped down on her stomach on his stomach, giving him room to breathe.

Amy had his cock buried in her ass and she announced her orgasm. He felt her cum spraying on his legs.

"Shit... oh, shit!" She groaned.

Amy sat still a few minutes, still impaled on his cock. He could feel his cock throbbing, his balls aching but with no relief in sight.

When they were both clear of their orgasms, they disengaged from his body, leaving him looking like an accident looking for a place to happen. His cock drooping in the condom, his face wet, his jaw was red and he looked exhausted.

They uncuffed him and calmly began to leave the room.

"I don't understand; why I was given that safe phrase; I expected to be able to cum," he said, frustrated.

"We don't know why, but some woman named Debbie called, said you left a hint on your computer that you would not want to cum, so....."