Chapter 4

The next morning Dinah had a surprise in store for Brad. He began to slowly wake and sensed his tit-girl was not where she was supposed to be. He had expressly told her last night before they fell asleep that she was to wake him up with her tits. "Ohh"

He'd explained that she was to oil her cleavage and lightly roll his prick in the tight spot that she would create between her tits by pressing them close together. This was he could first come to consciousness in the morning in a pleasant delicious manner.

Hopefully then he wouldn't be in a bad mood when he woke up. But of course if he happened to find himself cranky and irritated he could cure himself by roughing up those sweet soft breasts.

When Brad finally did come all over her tits, his bad mood would instantly evaporate. The with a compassionate feeling he'd watch Dinah bustle about the bedroom, bringing his coffee on the tray, opening the window blinds. All the while her reddened tits would delicately bounce with her movements, his sperm causing the skin to glisten.

Then he'd feel a little sorry for abusing the innocent tits. He'd look at Dinah, who would not meet his eye until after she'd taken her shower.

Although Brad felt sorry, he had to admit he enjoyed her subdued manner. He would tell himself that he would not be so rough with the tits the next time. He never intentionally hurt them, in the midst of his rapture he would simply get carried away. His prick would rub too hard and for too long a time. The skin between her breasts was just too soft; it couldn't withstand too much friction.

Perhaps the feeling her breasts aroused in him was akin to the sensation that Chinese men felt upon fondling a bound foot. The object of sexual adoration, that could command a man's passions, and rule a man's better judgement, was also a poor injured thing.

The fact that the toes were forced back under the feet at a young age, allowing the bones to grow abnormally and the flesh to suppurate, causing pus to ooze from the sores that developed, was not the point at all. This stinking rotting mass was buried under many layers of scented silk that was wrapped around the appendage.

Only the high born were allowed the privilege of having their feet bound. Girls with regular feet were usually peasants and did the running and fetching of their superiors.

Women were certainly tougher than men, Brad thought, nearly fully awake now. To be smiling and compliant while enduring extreme pain was a feat that few men could accomplish. For a girl to whimper and complain of her pain in that culture, was a sign of ill temper and bad breeding.

The instep, or what had been the instep was surrounded at one end by the heel and at the other by the toes, creating a delightful crevice just right for a penis to be inserted into.

The ideal foot was called a 'half moon', and was not more than six inches long; the smaller and more curved the foot, the better. Who knows how many feet got jerked off into all those years, Brad wondered, until the practice was finally outlawed.

Well, now breasts are the ideal, at least among Americans, Brad mused. If I had lived then I suppose I'd have had a pair of sad little feet at my disposal instead of these pale-pink balloon-shaped breasts with the easily bruised cleavage.

Brad was now completely awake. All this musing on injured delicate flesh was arousing him. He listened for the sound of Dinah making coffee. Nothing. He decided that he'd start to jerk off" so that when she appeared he'd force her down and come down her throat. After breakfast he'd take his time and come between her tits. As a punishment for not waking him up properly he'd do it with his pants on so that his zipper would scrape her skin. He no longer became rougher when she resisted him slightly. She never resisted anymore; anyway he was as rough as he cared to be. But where was she?

Getting impatient, he decided to start himself. What are we coming to when a man has to jerk his own self off. He sighed, and reached for his prick, but his arm was stuck.

Feeling alarmed, he tried to get up but found that his wrists were bound fast to the head board. His ankles were likewise fastened to the decorative board at the foot of the bed!

Uh-oh. He called out Dinah's name. No answer, just silence.

"Dinah, get your ass in here. What the hell is going on?"

He was getting angry now but he knew better than to show it. He wasn't scared for his safety. He knew she was not foolish enough to leave him untended like this.

He heard some laughing in the living room. Oh, shit, he thought, don't tell me Terry invited himself over again.

Brad strained his ears to listen to any tell-tale sounds of fucking or sucking. Instead he heard conspiratorial whispers getting louder and louder as they approached the other side of the open doorway of the bedroom.

He craned his neck to try and see in to the hallway. "Dinah, you bitch, who's out there?"

"Nobody Brad, I was just singing to myself," Dinah said gaily. I've got my tits oiled for you. I tried to wake you but you were sleeping so soundly."

He thought he could hear tittering.

"Alright, get these stupid ropes off and bring your tits in. You're putting me in a bad mood."

"Yes Brad."

"So, what's keeping you?"

Silence. Something was not right. He knew someone was with her. Naw, she wouldn't lie to him. After all, she had never disobeyed him yet. And she'd never shown any sign.

"Dinah, now!" A few seconds elapsed. "Alright that's it, I'm gonna fuck your tits so hard you're gonna beg for mercy."

"Oh, Brad, you wouldn't do that to me, would you?"

"I won't if you untie me this second!"

"What will you do, Brad? Now, I'm scared to come in."

"Don't worry, I'm not mad." He was seething. "When you untie me I'll fuck your tits real soft. I'll come in one spot and you can wash it right off. I'm not going to make you lick it off your tits."

What was he saying? He couldn't believe it. This girl had him tied up in more ways than one. Here he was negotiating with the girl he thought he'd trained so well. He was planning on having her put on an obedience show for his closest friends. He was going to show her off by having her service each guy in a different way. Now look at him, what a fool he'd been.

"Dinah, you still there?" He strained his neck to try and see her.

"Yes, Brad."

Maybe he'd imagined her talking to someone. Maybe he'd been still asleep when he thought he heard voices.

"Look, sweets. Just untie me. We'll talk. You want me to pop your cherry today? I will if you want."

"Oh, Brad, do you mean it? You'll do that for me?"

Was she kidding? She didn't sound like herself.

"Look, Dinah, we'll go out for breakfast." He was beginning to whine. He hoped she hadn't detected the pleading in his voice. Get control of yourself, he thought.

In fact Dinah was on the other side of the open door, just out of Brad's vision. She was using all her energy to keep from laughing. Next to her stood Nina, the person who gave her the idea to put Brad back in his place.

"Dinah, I want my coffee. Let's forget this ever happened. I know you don't like me to fuck your tits all the time. I won't do it anymore, I promise."

"You swear?"

"Yes, honey. Now be a good girl. Just come here so I can see you."

"But Brad, I've got my tits all oiled for you. How about if I come in and rub them all over you?"

Dinah stepped into the room by herself. As angry as Brad was he gasped when he saw what she was wearing. She had a new outfit on. A black bustier that clinched her waist tightly, making it even smaller than it was naturally. The bottom of the garment ended at her hips, causing her creamy butt to spill out. Her smooth ass was standing up even higher than ever. But what really made Brad's throbber pulse was the effect the bustier had on her breasts. They were pressed together unnaturally, tighter than ever. The whole bosom was exposed and popping up and out together. The rounded tops were pressed up so high that they practically came to her chin.

Shit, he couldn't resist fucking them. But what was she trying to do to him?

"Come on Dinah. Let's stop playing games. Either you want me to fuck them or you wouldn't dress them up like that. Am I correct?"

"Well...."

"Well? Hey, where did you get that thing you're wearing? I didn't buy you that."

"Brad, everything I have was not given to me from you. I did have a life before I met you, you know." She leaned over him and allowed her breasts to graze his face. "You want to suck?"

"Aftet you untie me I'll suck your nipples the way you like, sweetie."

"No!" Dinah said. "She pushed out her lower lip in a pouting way. " I want you to stay that way." She raised her breasts up from him and circled them with her hands, causing them to jiggle.

"Dinah, you're driving me nuts. Tell you what, untie me, I'll let you jerk me off, then you can tie me back up and continue your fun, Okay?"

For the first time Dinah's brow clouded. "What do you take me for, Bradley?" She turned on her high heel and stalked out of the room.

"Wait, don't go, tell me what you want, I'll listen."

She was gone. Brad struggled violently with his bonds, to no avail. He could hear distinctive laughter now. The worst thing was, although he was wavering between fear, rage, and humiliation, he still had a huge erection.

Shit, that bitch could do anything to him and get away with it, he thought. But I'd never let her know that or I'm a goner.

He decided to try to relax, since there was nothing he could do, he'd see what Dinah had up her sleeve.

Listening, he heard the sounds of women talking. Dinah didn't seem angry, maybe she was planning a treat for him. The only female she knew was Nina.

Hot Nina. Well, she was attractive in the opposite way of Dinah. Nina had dark hair and brown eyes. She was tall and slender, with the thinner hips than Dinah's. Actually Dinah's hips were so round and full, with her rear so rotund, it looked like she was carrying around a full pillow on her butt.

No wonder Terry dove into her ass the first time he met her. Since then Brad had fucked her butt, too. Dinah had loved it and had been on his case to fuck her pussy.

Brad hoped he didn't blow it by taking his time with her. All this time he had prided himself on his fortitude; he had felt superior allowing a willing virgin to share his bed with him. He had gotten so high on his loftiness that he had been toying with the idea of only popping her when she begged for it.

Now he felt like an idiot. How could he have expected her to plead for something she didn't even know about? And it had taken all his fortitude to restrain himself. Plenty of times in the heat of passion he had nearly entered her pussy.

That was probably why he had obsessed on her breasts. Now it made sense. Of course her breasts were irresistible. They would be to any man. If she hadn't had such fuckable tits, he wouldn't have used them to distract himself from her cherry. He would've fucked her pussy like she wanted him to. And he wouldn't be in this embarrassing position now.

"Dinah! I'm sorry!" Brad yelled.

Maybe, he could set things right. He wasn't angry anymore. He felt contrite. He even deserved to be humiliated like this. Well, not really, but it did bring him to his senses.

"Dinah, I'll do anything. Just come back!"

He was rewarded with the sight of the lovely blonde. She strode over to the bed, her breasts that were still raised up by the bustier bobbing up and down.

"You sound more like yourself, Brad."

"Dinah, I'm really sorry. I don't know what got into me."

"Apology accepted." She stared at him, licking her lips. "So, untie me now."

"Brad, remember a minute ago, you said you'd do anything?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I'm taking you at your word. Now you're going to do what we want."

"We? I know someone's here. Nina right?"

Nina walked into the room.

"Very perceptive Bradley. I think you owe your friend here a little more than an apology."

Under ordinary circumstances Brad would've told her to mind her own beeswax. True he was being careful of what he said. They did have the advantage over him, however temporarily. He vowed to himself that he'd get back at Nina. Dinah deserved her little revengeful escapade, but not Nina.

What was keeping Brad from mouthing off at Nina the way she deserved, was the way she looked. Until this moment he hadn't realized how attracted to her he was.

Like Dinah, she was dressed in a very sexy manner. Unlike Dinah she was more decked out. Her long shapely legs were covered in sheer black stockings with a seam down the back. The tops ended in garters, long black ones that connected to a thin beige belt.

She was wearing see-through beige panties that flattened out her small dark patch of pubic hair. He couldn't be sure, but Brad thought the panties were cut open at the front allowing for penetration.

If he played along with the two bitches, maybe he could fuck both of them. Woowee.

"Yeah, Nina, I am sorry for not treating Dinah better. But I've come to my senses. How about let's let bygones be bygones. We can have a nice quiet party. Let's be friends," he finished in an oily voice.

"Yes, friends. And you are going to have a party," Nina said, "the party every man dreams about."

With that Nina got down on the bed and began fondling his dick. She glanced up at Dinah conspiratorially.

Brad craned his neck in Dinah's direction, but she was behind him, out of his sight.

Nina straddled his legs and leaned over him. Her tits fell forward onto his belly. They were not as bulbous as Dinah's. Certainly with Nina's darker complexion they were not as pale and translucent. They had a beauty all their own. Where Dinah's plump nipples were pink, Nina's were smaller, compact and beige. Her tits were in a strange kind of brassiere. They were popping out of two holes cut out in the garment. The satin material was surrounding and offering up the two glorious tits.

Brad started to pant as Nina's head buried itself into his balls. She licked them slowly and then put her lips over them: they were both in her mouth as she tickled them gently with her tongue.

This was a subject he had not gotten around to instructing Dinah on. He hoped the girls were not going to tease him; make him so horny and then laugh at him. He'd been so spoiled, he realized now, he was used to ejaculating first thing in the morning and here it was ... he couldn't see the clock! He didn't really care what time it was anymore, as long as he got to fuck this bitch, anything was okay by him.

Nina brought her head up from his balls and crawled up to him at the head of the bed.

She rubbed her nipple around his mouth. Before she could ask Brad if he wanted to taste it, he'd lifted his head and took as much of the breast that could fill his mouth. Thoughts and comparisons of Dinah were gradually receding from his mind as he greedily sucked on her tits.

He moved his head and grabbed her other breast with his mouth. Whipping his tongue on the nipple, it got hard immediately. He took a big gulp and his mouth was full of juicy tit.

Nina moved away, taking her tits with her. She backed down to his prick. This time she played with his prick.

"Aaaah."

Nina looked up at him. "You can't come until I say to. If you obey we'll give you anything you want. You can as many times as you want after that. Okay?"

"Sure, sure." Brad nearly drooled. He knew Nina was a woman of her word. He intended to keep his side of the bargain. He couldn't remember when he'd had a constant erection for this amount of time. He hoped he didn't spreek before Nina gave the okay.

The black haired woman was circling his tip with her tongue. She ran her tongue expertly down the sides all the way to the shaft.

He'd forgotten what an expert blow job felt like! Dinah was great, but she'd only been trained by him. There had been no surprises.

His entire dick was inside of her mouth, throbbing as she tongued him. She made her lips very tight as she pulled up, whipping his tip with her tongue before going down again.

"Oh baby, where did you go to school? Ooooooh."

Her head was working fast now. Every time she went down her long silky hair rained down on her pointy tits.

He felt that he was going to come soon. He couldn't hold it much longer! "Nina stop a minute."

Her head kept working on his dick. He felt himself near to exploding.

Brad raised his head up to speak. "If you don't stop I'm gonna come. Where do you want it, in your mouth or-hey!"

He was suddenly wearing a blindfold.

"Come on, what are you bitches doing. Enough is enough. This isn't funny you know."

"We know, Brad," Dinah said.

Shit, he'd almost forgotten she was in the room.

Nina said, "Dinah is shy, she wants you break her cherry, but she doesn't want you to watch her."

"That's ridiculous. I've seen her doing plenty of things."

He felt motion on the bed, hurried whispers. Female laughter. He felt himself straddled. His dick was still at attention. It had a mind of its own!

Brad, this is a very sacred moment," Nina said. Dinah doesn't want anyone watching. I'm leaving, too. Bye."

He heard footsteps receding.

Both girls were in the room although Brad couldn't know. Dinah was sitting on the chair. Nina was straddling the impatient throbber.

Nina parted the slit in her panties, as she slid down on Brad's prick.

"Dinah, think what you're doing. That's no way to lose a cherry."

No answer came back at him.

The pussy lips enclosed the mushroom top of his prick. Brad had full use of his hips and could've responded to her motion. Instead he pressed his ass into the mattress.

"Dinah, you sure you want to do it this way? It's gonna hurt you."

On the chair Dinah was holding in her mirth. It was easy because she was entranced watching the expert Nina begin to ride the dick.

Nina gyrated a little more. She motioned to Dinah who crept over silently. Nina whispered in ear and Dinah nodded.

Bracing herself and pressing her legs very close together, Nina tightened her cunt muscles as much as possible. She then pressed her cunt down slightly.

"Owwwww!" Dinah let out.

Nina raised herself slightly off his dick.

Brad was frantic. Frantic to fuck and also sorry that this was the way his cherry-girl was going to lose it. He had fantasized so many versions of the great event. This was certainly not one of them.

"Dinah, one last chance. Think what you're doing!"

Again Nina beared down on his prick, a little further this time.

Dinah moaned louder.

Nina circled his dick tip some more, then she paused for one beat, at the same time motioning to Dinah.

"A A A A AA A A A A Awwwww wwww!" Dinah wailed.

Nina had 'broken her cherry' on Brad's dick. She had brought her cunt down hard, tightening her muscles as she did. His prick was more than halfway in her pussy.

"Oh, Dinah, honey. I'm so sorry. Untie me now and so I can console you." Brad said.

He was thinking of getting on top of Dinah and finishing the job. Then he would fuck Nina also.

Instead the pussy kept moving on his dick.

Dinah continued moaning occasionally as Nina pumped away on him. When she felt herself about to come she increased the rhythm and enjoyed her orgasm in silence.

She whispered in Dinah's ear and continued humping Brad.

Dinah said, "Oh, There's blood, let me clean it off."

"Wait, I'm just about to come."

Too late, his dick was left drying at attention as 'Dinah' raised herself off the bed.

"We're done, Nina. You can come in." Dinah shouted.

Brad heard footsteps and water running. A warm washcloth gently wiped his dick.

"So, was that fun, Brad?" Nina asked. "What do you think?"

"I think it was."

"You're right. Tight, too. Now I suppose you girls have had your fun, you can at least take the blindfold off now."

"Tight, was it? How tight?"

"Tighter than you ever were," Brad retorted.

The girls laughed loud. The blind was taken off.

"Now, take the restraints off," Brad ordered.

The daylight assaulted his eyes. As he stared at the two hot women they laughed and shook their tits at him.

"Dinah, you look none the worse for wear. I mean, you don't look any different-" Brad was confused. She didn't have a tear streaked face like he'd expected. From the way she had moaned in pain he thought she'd look upset. Then again, she had brought herself to climax. And he, he had been about to explode all day!

"So, Nina, may I come now? If you don't want to untie me, how about hopping up and shining my dick with your pussy?"

She made no move. The girls looked at him with wonder.

"Alright then, just finish the blow job you started and we'll call it even."

For some mysterious reason, the girls laughed again.

"I'm sure I look funny, splayed out like this," Brad complained, "but believe me, I need to get off. You girls are torturing meeee!"

They cracked up. Dinah was about to say something and Nina gave her a sharp look.

"We'll be right back, Brad." Nina said as she guided Dinah out of the room. "I promise when we come back you can come."

"Hey," Brad shouted to their backs. "At least untie one hand so I can jerk off."

All he heard was giggling and whispering. And he hadn't even had his coffee yet.