On Demand

by Justine Elyot

'Not really. It seems to me that you felt her pretty comprehensively. And she certainly felt you.'

  'I'm upfront, Kat. I'm not dishonest. I don't offer anything I can't deliver. I could offer Kitty a real good time, but I couldn't deliver any more than that. Besides, she's happy with that skinny dude from the movie set, isn't she?'

  'What are you offering me then? An upfront good time, wham, bam, thank you ma'am?'

  'If that's what you want. But if you want more . . .'

  'Yes, I do want more. Don't look so spooked. Not a big white wedding or a pack of kids with your looks and my brains. Nothing like that.'

  'What then?'

  'As Aretha would say, R.E.S.P.E.C.T., find out what it means to me.'

  'Hey, I do respect you, babe.'

  'Well, I dispute that, babe. Although you might have just a shred or two more of it for me than you do for women in general. And that's only because I've thwarted your . . . juggernaut of seduction.'

  'My what?'

  'You find 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em, Lincoln. You can't relate to a woman beyond what it takes to get her joggers off. You need to understand that we aren't fucktoys. We are people.'

  'Sheesh.' Lincoln toyed with his chicken salad, reminding Kat of nothing more than a sulky nine-year-old who'd had his favourite action figures confiscated. 'You are harsh, Kat. You don't know me. You don't know how that hurts me.'

  'The truth does, or so I'm told. But, hey. Cheer up. I've got something planned for later. Something that will help you with your little problem.'

  Lincoln perked up, holding his fork close to his gleaming teeth. 'Tell me.'

  'I don't want to spoil the surprise. Let's just say that . . . nudity is involved.'

  'For real?' Lincoln's favourite toys were back in his hot little hand. He grinned and made short work of the salad. 'Do you want a dessert? Shall we just pay now?'

  'Sure. Halves, remember,' Kat reminded him sternly.

  'You're the boss,' teased Lincoln.

  'How very true.'

  They took a sharp right through the glass doors of the restaurant and headed for the basement stairs.

  'Aren't we going to your room?' asked Lincoln.

  'Not yet.' Kat winked. 'I have a different kind of workout in mind first. You'll need to empty the gym, though I don't suppose it'll be busy at this time of night.'

  'You'd be surprised,' muttered Lincoln, but when they arrived at the state-of-the-art health suite, only Kitty was present, rowing fiercely against an imaginary tide.

  'Sorry, sweetie, time's up,' drawled the gym trainer, but Kat held up a hand.

  'Actually, I'd like Kitty to stay.'

  'Why?'

  Kat moved to the door, turned the key, which was still in the lock, and pocketed it.

  'Because we'd like you to let us entertain you, Lincoln,' she said quietly.

  Lincoln was still gawping at Kat when Kitty arose from her rowing machine, redirecting the focus of his gawp to her. She was wearing the briefest and tightest of leotards; the high cut made her legs appear to start at her hips and carry on and on and on, while her breasts fought to escape from the inaccurately titled neckline. More like a titline, thought Lincoln salaciously. He was sure that this leotard would have a thong back, and he was tempted to ask Kitty for a twirl so he could find out. Would that be disrespectful? Probably.

  The gods appeared to be smiling on him, though, for she walked over to a mat and sweetly asked, 'Mind if I do a few stretches?'

  She turned and bent, touching each of her toes in rapid sequence. Oh Lord. Oh yes. A thong back. See those glutes strain and tense and then go back to perfect peachiness. Surely that must be uncomfortable up the crack of her ass, though?

  'Earth to Lincoln,' said Kat drily. 'Look what you kicked out of bed. You silly, silly boy. I see you regret it now.'

  Almost casually, Kat brushed the back of her hand against the crotch of Lincoln's only pair of non-gym smart trousers. It was misshapen and hard, the placket stretched to busting point.

  Kitty straightened up and sauntered over. 'My, I'm hot after all that stretching,' she remarked, fanning herself. 'I need to catch a breath.' She lowered the shoulder straps of her leotard, setting her imprisoned bounty free. 'Ah, yes, much better. Would you like to touch them, Lincoln?'

  'I . . .' Lincoln's Adam's apple jerked in his big neck as he turned to Kat, bewildered but horny. 'Kat, I thought that we ...'

  'This is what you wanted, isn't it, Lincoln? The pair of us. The double act. Go for it, babe. Enjoy.'

  'OK, if you're sure . . .' He put out a meaty hand towards Kitty's famous tits, but she stepped back, tutting and wagging a finger.

  'You have to earn it first,' she said. 'Kat will tell you how.'

  'What the fuck is this shit?' asked Lincoln, starting to feel uneasy.

  'Just a bit of fun, Link!' Kat assured him. 'What I want you to do is this. Strip naked, then go and get comfortable on the weight bench. We want to put you through your paces. See if you're man enough to take us both on.'

  Lincoln could not resist a physical challenge. He chuckled and began shedding clothes. 'OK, ladies. I'll play it your way.'

  'Damn right you will,' said Kat, smiling pleasantly.

  When Lincoln was down to his boxers, Kat made him stand still for a moment, so that she and Kitty could drink in the glory of his body prior to the big reveal. It was impressive, even Kat had to admit. The biceps, the triceps, the abs, the chest tapering down to the narrower hips, the solid thighs, the powerful shoulders, the glutes, the pecs, the sex. But that was all it was. A body. A functional thing made beautiful, but only on the outside. Kat regarded it as she would a work of art. It was an object, but Lincoln had confused it with his self. He needed to be disabused of his delusion – you could call it an act of charity.

  'OK, sock it to us,' requested Kat, and Lincoln slowly, oh so slowly, steered the elastic waistband of his boxers over the gigantic mound that blocked their easy slippage. 'Oh, that's nice. I bet it feels nice. Does it feel nice, Kitty?'

  Kitty shrugged. 'It does the job,' she said.

  'Hey, c'mon, Kitty, it does a bit more than that!' exclaimed Lincoln, stepping out of the star-spangled pants.

  'We'll be the judge of that, shall we?' said Kat, still with her disorientatingly friendly smile. 'Now get on that bench, babe, and lift some weights.'

  Lincoln lay back on the narrow padded bench and gripped the bar of the dumbell that lay over his head.

  'Girls, this is too easy,' he professed, lifting the weights as if they were marshmallows.

  'Let's give you a bit of a handicap, then, shall we? What do you think, Kitty? Any ideas?'

  'Oh, I have an idea,' she said. 'But why don't you go first?'

  'OK.' Kat stepped up beside Lincoln and waited until his arms were straining vertically to hold up the weights before reaching out and encompassing his fat cock with her fist.

  'Hey!' he cried, his voice an octave higher than usual. 'Mind the family jewels, girl!'

  'Relax, Lincoln. I'll be gentle.' Kat was as good as her word, running her fingers around Lincoln's semi-erect prick with curiosity and wonder. 'It feels good,' she remarked, moving up to its circumcised head and exploring it with her thumb. 'It's so well proportioned. Not vast but you'd definitely feel it up there. Could you feel it up there, Kitty?'

  'Oh yes. That full feeling. I love that.'

  'It's completely hard now. Good boy, Link. I wonder if you can train cocks?' Kat began stroking her hand up and down the rod, such yielding skin outside such inflexible muscle. 'You know, make them obey instructions. I mean, if I said ''Down, boy'' now, nothing would happen. Poor Linky Link here is too excited now. But I wonder if you can condition a cock to rise and fall at your will. I kind of like that idea. I think it would be tricky, but you could do it. What do you think, Lincoln?'

  'Guhhh, don't stop, baby,' entreated Lincoln, his gargantuan arms now floppy and relaxed, his fingers clinging tightly to the dumbell.

  'You've stopped li
fting,' accused Kat sharply. 'Lift that weight and keep it in the air until I tell you.'

  Lincoln wanted to protest, but there seemed to be a loose connection between his head and his mouth. He pushed with all his strength, although his arms seemed pumped full of a weakening liquid now and all he could feel was his eager cock reacting to Kat's clenched hand. Most girls did that too gently, but not Kat. She gripped it for dear life, milking it, just the way he liked it.

  'Yes,' whispered Kat, 'I'd love to train you. You'd be such an eager little puppy. You'd sit up and beg. You'd roll over for a little taste of this.'

  Kitty placed extra weights on each end of the dumbell. Lincoln began to perspire, a vein throbbing at his temple. Kitty stroked his forehead considerately then moved down opposite Kat, leant over his groin and breathed warm air over his balls before poking out the tip of her tongue and licking them.

  The dumbells came crashing down again.

  Kat immediately removed her hand. 'No, no, Lincoln. You have to work for it. You've never worked for it, have you? You have to know how it feels to work for it.'

  'Just . . . do me . . . baby,' he puffed, then he gritted his teeth and, with an almighty roar, lifted the weights once more.

  'Kitty, would you like to do the honours?' Kat stepped back and watched while Kitty lowered her gorgeous plump red lips down over Lincoln's bulbous head and steely shaft.

  'Ohhhhh, yes, yes,' groaned Lincoln, his arms shaking, but still finding the strength to thrust his pelvis into Kitty's face.

  'Bad manners, Lincoln,' tutted Kat, then she left Kitty to suck and nuzzle while she went into the office to look for some resistance bands. Finding them, she came back out and proceeded to bind Lincoln's ankles to the footrests, leaving him helpless on his back with his arms shuddering under the weights and his cock swelling and urging in Kitty's soft, wet mouth. God, it was torture, but it was exquisite. Lincoln was sure he could not last much longer. What a story this would make for the red tops.

  As if she had read his treacherous thoughts, Kitty popped off the end of his tool and shook her head. Lincoln dropped the weights again and let out a long bellow of frustration. Kat swooped forward and attached his wrists to the dumbell shaft, leaving him entirely at her mercy.

  'Please, girls,' he whined.

  'How much do you want it?' asked Kat.

  'A lot. Go on. Just do me. Do what you want.'

  'I want to tease you.'

  He yelped incoherently, realising now that this might not be his night after all. He had been judged and found wanting, and now justice was to be meted out.

  Kitty stepped carefully over his tied legs until she straddled his thighs, then she bent over and began rubbing her dangling breasts against Lincoln's needy length, squeezing it, teasing it, brushing it with her nipples. Desperate to move his hands down and take a handful of the soft flesh for himself, he found himself struggling in his bonds and cursing his two captors. Kitty took the sweatband from around her forehead and handed it to Kat, who stuffed it into Lincoln's mouth.

  'You can't say you're not enjoying this, Link,' admonished Kat. 'Your cock says otherwise. But why should he have all the fun? I want some fun too.'

  Kat, still fully clothed in a light cotton shirt-dress, suddenly gripped the dumbell bar and swung herself over Lincoln's shoulders until her knees rested on the padded leather, either side of his neck. She slowly lifted the hem of her skirt up and up in front of his popping eyes until her sheeny satin knickers were exposed.

  'Watching you like this is getting me wet, Lincoln,' she said huskily. 'If you're a very, very good boy, I might take that gag out of your mouth and let you lick my snatch. Would you like that?'

  Lincoln nodded frantically. He would never have imagined that being tied to a bench, weighed down in place by two vengeful women, having his cock teased by a pair of breasts, could feel this hot. Kat reached down and took the sweatband from his mouth, replacing it immediately with the stretched sateen of her knickers. Lincoln laid his tongue flat against the material, which was already a little damp and smelling strongly of her arousal. He pushed upwards with the broad base of his tongue, soaking and covering the material with his saliva until she caught her breath and ground herself down on him.

  'Lick me, Lincoln! Do it properly,' she commanded.

  His tongue snaked underneath the elastic, and he pushed it aside with his teeth so that her cunt lips and clit were open and exposed to him. She rotated them over his mouth and nose, pushing down so that he had to open wide to accommodate them. His tongue began to slide and slip all over her sensitive nerve endings, sucking at her engorged clitoris, gliding around it and zigzagging backwards to take a cheeky poke into the entrance of her sleeve. He crammed her all in, soaking up her juices, giving her the licking of her lifetime. Kat jammed her knees against his ears and clung on to the dumbell bar for purchase, rocking back and forth on his hot wet muscle until she began to quiver like a jelly, drenching his face with her orgasm.

  'Oh God, Kitty,' Kat gasped, lifting herself up on trembling knees. 'You need to feel that. He even works out with his tongue.'

  'It's a muscle,' said Lincoln smugly. 'I've never had a complaint about a muscle of mine.'

  Kitty pulled herself upright, her tits tugging at Lincoln's cock on the way.

  'He never gave me head,' she complained.

  'Well, now's your chance,' said Kat, hopping off the bench and removing her tongue-wettened knickers. 'As for you, Lincoln, I mean to make use of that lovely fat cock of yours. That's what this is about, you know. Using you. Taking your body and using it for our pleasure. How does it feel to be used?'

  'Pretty darn good,' said Lincoln, a note of surprise in his voice.

  Kat barked out a laugh. 'Just our luck, eh, Kitty? We try to teach a guy a lesson, and he turns out to be a closet submissive. Hey ho.'

  'Hey, I am not submissive!' asserted Lincoln. 'I just like a good threesome!'

  'Whatever you say, Link, whatever you say.' Kat patted his bald pate indulgently. She waited for Kitty to slink out of her leotard and station herself with her crotch hovering inches above Lincoln's shiny sex-slicked chin, then she hauled herself over his hips.

  'Right, then, are we ready? Three . . . two . . . one . . .' At one, the two women lowered themselves on to their respective targets. Kitty whinnied in delight to find that Lincoln's tongue still had plenty of life in it, while Kat edged herself carefully on to his prick. Realising from his high sigh of bliss that he probably would not last very long, she slowed even further, using his tip to rub shallowly against her front wall until finally it hit her g-spot. She kept him in that penitential limbo, just beyond the hell of neglect but nowhere near the heaven of good, hard fucking, for as long as she could get away with. He tried and tried to thrust deeper, but she was able to hold him off, pinching his base firmly between finger and thumb when he threatened to unseat her with his bucking. If only his vocalisations didn't pour directly into Kitty's muffling quim, he would have begged and pleaded, but he could make no sense, and if he tried to rest his tongue, Kitty tweaked his ear painfully, so that was no good.

  He had underestimated Kat, he realised now. This was, just as she had said, the simple use of his body for their pleasure. He was their fucktoy, nothing more than that. His needs came a very poor third in the pecking order.

  Kat continued to manipulate the head of his cock until she climaxed again, rubbing the purple tip against her clit to prolong the sensation. Kitty came moments later, bouncing up and down on his aching, overworked jaw, smearing her essences all over his face.