Chapter 6: Lumba
"Oh, no-o-o, Paul you have missed your... plane" murmured Lumba. "Your going to sit still" she said, turning to Corinne.
"We need to restrain him. He's too excited and we can't have him ruining our fun." Corinne nodded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I have an idea," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She turned to Paul, her voice taking on a sultry tone. "Paul, I think it's time we make sure you can't get up and ruin our fun." She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
"We're going to tie you to your seat, so you can watch us without any interruptions." Paul's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't help the thrill that coursed through his body at the thought of being restrained. He nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea," he said, his voice steady and sure.
The two women exchanged a knowing glance, a smile playing on their lips.
Swaying their hips gracefully, they retreated to the back of the salon, returning with a pair of handcuffs, and a playful glint in their eyes.
Corinne knelt down in front of Paul, her eyes locked onto his. "Paul, we're going to have so much fun with you," she purred, her voice laced with desire. "But first, we need to make sure you can't get up and ruin our fun." "I promise, I'll be a good boy," he said, his voice steady and sure.
Corinne chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We'll see about that," she replied, her fingers tracing the cool metal of the handcuffs. She knelt down in front of Paul, her eyes locked onto his. "Are you ready, Paul?" Paul nodded, his breath hitching in his throat. He was ready. More than ready. He wanted to see where this would lead, wanted to feel the thrill of being at their mercy. The handcuffs clicked, shackling Paul's wrists to the armrests of the chair.
Corinne reached out, her hands gently resting on Paul's knees. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in his muscles.
She knew he was eager, but she wanted to make him wait, make him savor the anticipation. She slowly traced the length of his thighs with her fingers, her touch light and teasing. Paul shifted in his seat, his breath coming in short gasps. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, but the handcuffs held him in place.
Lumba joined Corinne, kneeling on the other side of Paul. She mirrored Corinne's movements, her touch just as light and teasing. "You're doing so well, Paul," she whispered. "But we're just getting started."
She pulled down the plaid that covered Paul's legs, exposing his thighs and his manhood.
She ran her fingers along the length of his cock, feeling it twitch at her touch. Paul's breath hitched, his body tensing as she continued to stroke him. "You're so hard for us, Paul," she whispered, her voice a low purr. Corinne stood up and placed Lumba's hands on the armrests. Lumba had to bend over and her full breasts jiggled invitingly in front of Paul's face.
He tried to reach out with his tongue, but the handcuffs held him in place. He could feel the frustration building inside him, his body aching with need. Lumba's eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched him struggle. "You're not going anywhere, Paul," she said, her voice a low purr. "Not until we're done with you." Corinne moved behind Lumba, her hands tracing the curve of her back. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Lumba's ear. "I think it's time we give Paul a little taste of what he's been missing," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. Lumba nodded, her eyes locked onto Paul's. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea," she replied, her voice a low purr. She turned to Corinne, her eyes filled with desire.
Lumba put her left foot on Paul's chair, next to his foot. She leaned back on Corinne for support and the latter enclosed her in a hug. Corinne's fingers reached Lumba's pussy right in front of Paul's gaze.
Paul's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he watched Corinne's fingers slide into Lumba's wetness. Lumba's head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped her lips. "Oh, Corinne," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "That feels so good." Corinne's fingers moved in and out of Lumba's pussy, her thumb circling her clit. Lumba's body trembled, her hips bucking against Corinne's hand. "I'm close," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "So close." Corinne's fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing harder against Lumba's clit. Lumba's body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, God," she whispered, her body convulsing as she came undone. Her body shook, her pussy pulsing around Corinne's fingers.
Lumba looked greedily at Paul, at his cock. She tested its hardness with a brief hand, turned her back to him, and settled on him.
She moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her body undulating against his. Paul could feel every inch of her, her heat, her wetness, her tightness. He groaned, his body aching for release, but the handcuffs held him in place, a cruel reminder of his restraint.
Lumba moved slowly, savouring the moment, feeling a sense of pleasant fullness inside.
She could feel Paul's cock throbbing against her, his body tense with anticipation. She leaned back, her hands resting on his thighs, her fingers tracing the muscles. "You feel so good, Paul," she whispered, her voice a low purr. "I could stay like this forever." She lifted herself off Paul, her body shivering slightly at the loss of contact. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire. "Are you ready for our little show, Paul?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.