Lynzi Z

Sea swimming in ten minutes, wish me luck.

A stroll in the park.

Doppio consumed, Sandra oblivious, workload huge.

You never know what might happen in life.

His mouth worked more gently as she continued to spasm , he felt each wave with his tongue. Lynzi felt it too as she pushed her finger deep into Sandra's anus. Helplessly Sandra reached a more prolonged tumultuous orgasm under the flickering ministrations of his tongue against her hard clitoris.

Lyzni took photo's and then began to video her approach to orgasm. As Sandra's squealing of appreciation grew louder and more insistent a wave of pleasure suffused her body from the sucked and licked depths along her spine. A convulsion of ecstasy causing her to whiplash before collapsing onto him.

Sandra sensing he was about to cum, filling the stocking, stopped. Her hand pushed at his mouth as his fingers drove deeper into her, she felt herself on the verge. Ousting Lynzi she lowered over him so he could now taste her. Her secretions in spate as he worked his tongue between her front & back

Sandra reached back and pressed over his bulging stocking coated cock. He thrust up wanting more and simultaneously slid his fingers into Sandra, front and back. She threw back her head as he built a slow rhythm of dual penetration. As he sent fleeting forays of his tongue over Lynzi. He tensed. ..

The sound of their fingers dipping, dredging, draping into, around, along their labiae made need to join them. His hands played over their buttocks as he tried to bring his mouth closer. Sandra looked down, seeing him took her hand away from Lynzi's cunt. Allowing him brief laps with his tongue.

Sandra pulled up his panties, covering his nylon sheathed erection and stepped out of her own. Lynzi approached, straddled him, her cunt just above him. Sandra straddled too, she faced Lynzi. They kissed as he watched close up the pressing insistence of their fingers on the others splayed wet lips.

Wendy did as 'she' was told. Sandra pushed 'her' buttocks apart. Wendy felt the warmth of the butt plugs tip as Lynzi had removed Sandra's, before gently prising it into position.
Wendy tensed as the plug was pushed deeper, before relaxing the bulge entered.
"Turn round Wendy"
He obliged.

You'll just have to make it up for yourself.

Work begins. Sandra is the best PA I've had.

Can't wait for Sandra to arrive, I need a coffee.

He thought she was going to treat him to a bout of her amazing oral stimulation. His hopes were dashed as she took his cock in her hand pulling the stocking tightly over the dribbling tip before tying the welt round his balls.
"Turn round and bend over Wendy."
"Wendy?" he asked.
"That's your name."

Slid her hand into the panties he was wearing. Her fingers expertly squeezing his replete shaft. She pulled him close enough for him to kiss her neck as she reached behind and unfastened the stocking binding him.
"Ohhh! Thank god." he exhaled in relief. Lynzi knelt in front of of him.

All this time he'd been watching, outwardly feminine. His arousal surged causing untold discomfort with the tight tethering of his cock between his legs.
"You need to please realise my cock." He said as they toyed with each other kissing.
"I'm in quit severe pain." he pleaded.
Lynzi lifted his hem.

Sandra contracted her tight ring of muscle, it pulled back.
Lynzi sat, lifting her legs, Sandra caught her ankles, ran her arms along the length of her stockinged legs, before demonstratively removing Lynzi's panties. Lynzi's skirt bunched round her, she was fully exposed, she too was butt plugged.

As The Boss and Sandra made rapid progress in ravaging each other it wasn't long before Lynzi had pulled Sandra's panties down to her mid thigh. Stroking the cleanly shaved mound and caressed the wetness of her vuvla, then displayed the metallic flange of a butt plug. Lynzi pulled at it.

Wouldn't you like to know?

If I play my cards wright I might find voracious rasping tongue.

Nan is away in Sicily. Home alone- not for long-going out soon.

They gave him close shave and applied make up.
"A babe!" giggled Sandra before kissing him on the lips and sliding her tongue between his teeth.
"Now you've smeared your make up girls." mocked The Boss, probing her hand under Sandra's skirt.
His lust simmered and much as theirs bubbled over.

Once had submitted, they untied him from the robes, leading him into the living room. At first he just watched and moved as they more gently pushed and prodded him. After the binding of his cock, they gave him a bosom. When they dressed him, he began to participate enjoying the sensation of fabrics.

The both let him go, he rolled onto his back. Sandra moved so that her ankles were either side of his temples, The Boss stepped over him to face her. He watched as they joined in a passionate kiss. His arousal confined achingly by the nylon binding, he'd decided.
"Okay, I'll be your third lesbian."

"Stop it!" demanded The Boss.
" NO! You stop.What are you doing to me?"
"You're going to be our third lesbian." She told him.
He laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"This whole scenario is ridiculous."
"Do you really want us to stop?" asked Sandra.
He felt that if he said 'yes'- they would. He was unsure.

"Are we ready Sandra?"
"I think so."
Before he had time to react they had rolled him onto his front and the ligature was pulled and fastened with the end tied round his waist. For the first time he began to worry seriously about how they're going to treat him and use him. His anxiety made him fight

He struggled to move her, light as she was she pressed him down, her feet locked over his clavicles, her knees digging into his ribs.
Sandra had lifted one leg pulling the free ends of the ligature between his buttocks. He winced as she pulled it firmly ensuring his now flaccid penis was wedged in

Sandra then fastened its partner like ligature around the base of his nylon sheathed penis. As the blood drained she tightened it further. His balls ached as his mind raced, he wanted to be free and to eat them both before fucking them in every way he could imagine.
The Boss straddled his chest.

As she did so Lynzi slid Sandra worn tights over his head, its gusset strategically placed over his face. Then she fastened their legs around his throat tightly although not enough to strangle him. Simultaneously Sandra encased his now twitching cock in one of Lynzi's worn stockings.