He knelt on the plush carpet of the hotel room, his knees pressing into the thick, luxurious pile. The dim lighting cast a soft glow over the room, creating an intimate atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the tension in the air. His wife paced back and forth, her nervous energy palpable. He could hear the soft rustle of her dress with each step, and the click of her heels echoed faintly against the walls.

When the door creaked open, he looked up, his heart pounding, to see someone kissing his wife in greeting. It’s a soft kiss. Slow and passionate. The stunning vision of curves and tousled hair breaks apart and becomes two. His wife and the woman that was just kissing her. She looks down at him and her face transforms from soft affection to a look of annoyed displeasure.

“So this is him?” She says as she approaches his kneeling form, he looks up at her eagerly, eyes wide.

“I see…” Her hand reaches out slowly and applies two firm slaps to his right cheek before grabbing his chin and adjusting his face so that he is looking at the floor. “That’s better.”

She began to circle him, her heels clicking ominously on the floor. “Your wife has been telling me what an awful submissive you have been for her. Raging at having your over-eager cock locked up. Back talking. Unable to focus at home or at work. It sounds to me like you need some major correction.” She slapped his face harder this time, but he managed to keep his eyes on the floor. His breath accelerated as his right cheek flushed to match the other side.

“Fortunately, your wife found me. We really connected. I’ve been missing close, female friendships. I think ours could really blossom. Unfortunately for you, I don’t care about you like your wife does, so I’ll be able to punish you much more effectively, without having to worry about your little feelings.”

The women disappear into the bathroom as he is left to stare at the floor, his cheeks burning and balls painfully full. When they emerged the vision was stunning. Both of them in black lingerie, stockings and heels would be arousing on it’s own, but the addition of their big black strap on cocks standing at attention is enough to make his cock strain painfully against it’s steel cage, trying in vain to grow as soft flesh cuts into biting metal.

He whimpers as a perfectly manicured hand, definitely not his wife’s familiar hand, enters his field of vision and reaches between his legs, weighing his hefty, long unemptied scrotum in her cupped palm. She squeezes his balls softly, but with a growing pressure that soon becomes too much to bear.

“Aaaaaahhhhh” he lets out in a guttural plea.

“Shut up,” is her reply as she squeezes harder. His gaze shoots up to his wife. Pleading. His wife looks on, bemused and not at all surprised when the other woman backhands him hard enough to blur his vision.

"I'm going to teach you some respect," the other woman declared, her voice dripping with authority. "When I give you a command, you say 'Yes, Goddess' Do you understand?"

His heart pounded in his chest as he felt his wife approach from behind. Her big black strap-on pressed into his back as she held his head firmly in her hands, presenting him for the Goddess. "Yes, Goddess," he trembled aloud, his voice quivering.

The title sent waves of pleasure and arousal through him. She was a goddess to him, and he felt himself trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Her predatory gaze locked onto his form as she lifted his head. Her fingers slid gently into his mouth, and he opened it automatically. "Good boy," she cooed before ramming her cock into his mouth.

The cock caught painfully on his teeth at first, but she didn't care, pulling back out and ramming in again, finding her angle. His wife's hands tangled more tightly into his hair, holding him steady for the Goddess's use.

She worked the cock deeper and deeper as he choked and coughed, trying in vain to shake them off. He felt the cock hitting his throat and fought to keep down his breakfast.

The Goddess stepped away as he retched, but he barely had two full breaths before a cock was tunneling into his mouth again.

This time, something was different. This cock was dry. Hard wetness pressed into his naked back— the women had switched positions. It was his wife now fucking his face, more fiercely than ever before, spurred on by the Goddess's actions.

"I want to see if you're any good at licking pussy," he heard the Goddess purr. His heart leaped at the prospect of tasting her gorgeous flesh.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? A chance to lick my pussy?" she tsked, bending him over so his hands and knees were on the floor.

"You have to wait for that. It's not that easy. First, you have to show us that you can earn the privilege. That you can take both of our cocks like a good boy." He heard the sounds of the succubus behind him squirting lube on her protruding member. The cold wetness dripped around the plug already in his ass, and she pulled it out with a pop.

As she examined the plug, she exclaimed, "Nice and clean. Good. I'm not gonna get shit all over my pretty girl cock." She handed it to his wife, who pressed it into his mouth as she ordered, "Be a good boy and clean that off for me.”

He obediently sucked on the plug, his mouth filled with the taste of his own submission. The Goddess's predatory smile widened as she watched him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's it, good boy," she praised. "Now, let's see how well you handle the real thing."

The Goddess positioned herself behind him, her strap-on slick with lube. "Get ready," she whispered, her voice a mixture of menace and excitement. She pressed the tip of her cock against his entrance, and he tensed, bracing himself for what was to come.

"Relax," his wife whispered soothingly, her hands still tangled in his hair. "You'll do just fine."

With a firm push, the Goddess entered him, and he let out a muffled cry around the plug in his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pain and pleasure that left him gasping. The Goddess set a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of sensation through his body.

"Good boy," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Take it all. Show us what a good little slut you are."

His mind swam with a mix of emotions— fear, pleasure, submission. He was at their mercy, and he knew it. As the Goddess continued to fuck him, his wife removed the plug and resumed her own thrusting, filling his mouth to capacity once more.

"Remember," the Goddess whispered, her breath hot against his ear, "you belong to us. You're here to serve, to please. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Goddess," he managed to mumble around this wife’s pounding, his voice filled with surrender.

"Good," she replied, her voice growing more forceful. "Then show us how much you love being our toy."

Goddess grabbed his hips and shoved her full length straight into him. Hard. His scream would have echoed into the next room if he hadn't been busy gagging on his wife's cock shoved down his throat. His body shuddered with every thrust, his mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience.

"Maybe there's hope for you yet," she chided, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're being quite a useful little toy. I'm very much enjoying fucking your ass and making you scream for me." When the two women locked eyes, they could tell without speaking that it was time to switch. Without a word, they both glided out of him, trading places. He didn't even beg Goddess for mercy as she shoved her cock, covered in anal juices, straight into his mouth.

"Poor baby, I can tell by the look on your face that you don't like the taste of your own ass," she mocked, "but don't worry, your wife and I are going to teach you to love it." She glanced at his wife, and they switched places again , the taste of fresh ass juice and lube flooding his mouth.

They continued like that for a while, teasing him about how they weren't men, so they could just keep going. His asshole was going to be so sore, so well used.

After some time, the two women decided to take a break from using him, leaving their cocks shoved inside of him. Their bodies glistened with a sheen of sweat, their breathing heavy and satisfied.

"If you lose either one, you'll be punished," they warned in almost perfect unison, their voices a harmonious blend of dominance and promise. He tried to keep the cock in his ass with his muscles. but he was so used and numb that he couldn't even feel it anymore. It slid right out with a humiliating ease. Both women laughed, their amusement echoing in the room. "What a whore," the Goddess taunted, her laughter cruel and delighted.

As punishment for not being a good slut and doing what he was told, they blindfolded him. The fabric was smooth against his skin, plunging him into darkness. They laid him on the bed next to them so he could feel the warmth of their bodies pressing into the mattress. He could hear their soft moans as they touched and licked each other, the sounds of their passion making his heart ache with longing. He didn't get to see the beautiful display of the two sexy dominant women enjoying each other's bodies. He couldn't tell if it was his wife going down on the Goddess or the Goddess going down on his wife, or both of them ravaging each other.

His whimpering drew them back to reality. The sound of his need and desperation was a poignant reminder of his presence. When they finally looked up from one another, the dildo in his mouth was gone too. The Goddess's eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she approached him slowly.

"A woman's work is never done," she said with a wicked smile, her voice dripping with amused malice. She moved with feline grace, each step deliberate and commanding. "Get on your knees," she commanded, her tone brooking no arguement.

He shifted from the bed to kneel, the blindfold still obscuring his vision. The room felt vast and disorienting in the darkness. He could feel the plush carpet beneath his knees, a stark contrast to the hard control of the women. She slapped his face hard, the sting sharp and immediate. "This is your chance to redeem yourself," she hissed, her breath hot against his skin. "Your sexy wife just made me come all over her pretty little face. Do you wanna see who's better at licking my pussy? Do you think it's you or your wife?"

Her gaze was piercing, even through the blindfold, and filled with lust as she continued, "If you can make me come in five minutes, I'll let you fuck me. I'll take off that cage, and you can come in my sweet, tight little pussy. If you can't, then I'm going to spend the rest of this evening playing with your wife, and you're gonna be tied up in the corner, listening to us have all the fun. She won't take that blindfold off again until I leave. This is your only chance to see your Goddess one more time. You may never get the chance again if you can't make me come all over your face like a good boy."

"To make it extra special, your wife is going to fuck you while you go down on me. Be a good boy and begin," the Goddess commanded, her voice dripping with authority. She pushed his face into her crotch, and Eric eagerly obeyed, his heart racing with anticipation.

He eagerly obeyed, his heart racing. Her taste was ambrosia. Sweet and earthy and entirely different from his wife. He felt like he was meant for this, his tongue exploring her folds with eager devotion. He could tell his licking and sucking were driving her wild. He could feel her surprise at her release as her legs quivered around him and his mouth was met with a flood of her juices. She pet him softly, a gesture of approval that made him smile with contentment.

"Good boy," she purred, stroking his face before sliding off his blindfold. He looked up into her wicked, sated gaze and could see her pleasure reflected in her eyes. He barely noticed that his wife had stopped fucking him, so focused was he on this new woman's being.

"Open your mouth for me, darling," he heard his wife's familiar voice instruct him. He did, his gaze finally shifting to her. Her big black dildo slid into his mouth, and he cleaned it diligently, tasting his humiliating lust. True to her word, the Goddess began removing the cage from his cock. He felt it release and grow, and her eyes widened with impressed surprise.

"Why do you lock up such a beautiful cock?" she asked his wife, her voice dripping with curiosity. "I thought it would be much smaller, much less pleasing." He could tell she was getting excited about him fucking her, a spark of lust igniting in her eyes.

The Goddess moved towards the bed and lay down, her body a vision of seduction. His wife continued to fuck his face with her girl cock, but his attention was riveted on the Goddess. Her presence commanded him, drawing his eyes like a magnet.

"Be a good boy, don't disappoint me," his wife whispered in his ear. "Don't come in her. I want to be the one to play with her for the rest of the night." She smacked his ass and pushed him gently towards the bed, then sat in a chair and set the timer for five minutes.

As he pounded away in the Goddess's tight little cunt, he was overwhelmed by ecstasy. His wife was good, but this? Her tight body, her gorgeous eyes, her divine presence-it was almost too much to bear. His mind waged war with his body. He had to hold out for his wife; she would be so disappointed if he couldn't. The Goddess seemed to sense his struggle and began to whisper things meant only for him.

"I can't believe she keeps this glorious cock locked in a cage. If you were mine, I would use it daily as my personal sex toy," she murmured, her words a seductive caress.

He had never felt anything this good in his life. He could see his wife watching him, touching herself with lust-filled eyes as she observed him pound away like a crazed man.

"Your cock feels so good," the Goddess continued to whisper. "Fill me up. I want to see your wife licking her husband's sperm from my freshly fucked pussy."

Those were the last words it took for him to lose control. The overwhelming sensation of her tight cunt clenching him as she begged for his seed shattered his resolve. He surrendered to the flood of ecstasy, spilling inside her as wave after wave of pleasure overtook him.

As his climax subsided, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the faint rustle of sheets. He collapsed onto the bed, his body spent and his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The Goddess lay beside him, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. His wife approached, her eyes dark with desire and a hint of disappointment.

"You couldn't hold out, could you?" she murmured, stroking his hair with a mixture of tenderness and admonishment as she joined them. "But you did make her come, so l suppose there's some redemption in that."

He looked up at her, guilt and a lingering haze of pleasure in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I tried, but she was... overwhelming."

His wife sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I know. That's why I brought her here. To push you to your limits and see what you're truly capable of."

The Goddess propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze flicking between the two of them. "I have to admit, you did well. Better than I expected." She leaned over and kissed Eric softly on the lips, a gesture of both gratitude and dominance. "But your punishment isn't over yet."

His heart skipped a beat. "Punishment?" His wife nodded, a wicked glint in her eye. “You failed to follow my instructions completely. So, for the rest of the night, you will be our toy. You'll watch as we enjoy each other, and you won't get to touch us unless we say so. And you won't come again until we decide you've earned it."

He swallowed hard, a mix of dread and anticipation coursing through him. He nodded, accepting his fate. "Yes, Mistress. Yes, Goddess."

The two women exchanged a pleased look, then began to caress each other slowly, their movements deliberate and sensual. He watched, his body aching with a renewed desire as he knelt on the floor beside the bed, his cock still throbbing with the remnants of his recent climax.

The night stretched on, filled with moans, whispers, and the intoxicating scent of sex. He remained on the periphery, his eyes drinking in the sight of his wife and the Goddess intertwined in passionate embraces.

Each time they glanced his way, it was a reminder of his place, a mixture of pleasure and pain that kept him on edge.

As dawn approached, the women finally allowed him to join them on the bed. His body was exhausted, but his mind was clearer than it had ever been. He had learned more about his own desires and limits in one night than he had in a lifetime.

The Goddess kissed him one last time before she left, her eyes twinkling with promise. “Until next time," she said, leaving him and his wife in a tangled heap of satisfaction and newfound understanding.

He looked at his wife, gratitude and love shining in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, pulling her close. "For everything."

She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "This is just the beginning," she said softly. "There's so much more for us to explore."

As they drifted off to sleep, the hotel room held the lingering echoes of their night, a testament to the boundaries they had pushed and the deeper connection they had forged.