Kidnapped by Strippers part 1of 4

Kidnapped by Strippers part 1of 4
 
At first, my mind could not understand why my arms did not work. It tried to pull them to my face to wipe the strange sleep from my eyes, but inexplicably they would not move. My legs would not work either, but my mind was beyond sorting out why. Normally when I wake up it only takes a few seconds, but this time, it seemed to drag on for minutes, or was it hours?
 
My brain felt like it was packed with fuzz, and my mouth with cotton. Some seconds, or was it minutes after my mind finally accepted that it was still attached to my body, it tried to move my arms to wipe the sleep from my eyes. I just could not understand why my arms did not work.
 
I could tell the light was streaming in a window, but I was having a tough time focusing. I blinked time after time before I finally was able to really focus. The room was sparse, in fact, the only piece of furniture I could recognize was the bed I was lying on. I pulled my arm to wipe the sleep from my eyes and realized it did not move, which was an odd thing. It took me seconds or was it minutes, to turn my head and see that it was stretched out with a rope tying it to a post of the bed. I tried my other arm and found the same thing, pulling without success to move either arm or legs.
 
My brain struggled to understand, to try to piece together exactly what was going on. Slowly, ever so slowly, I started to remember, the cobwebs being nudged aside rational memories. It felt like hours, but it was only minutes before I started to put the puzzle together in my mind. My memories felt like a jigsaw puzzle that had been put in a box and shaken liberally. Piece by piece I picked up each tiny part, examined and turned it in my mind, and placed it where I thought it might fit into the picture, but I was not sure what the picture was supposed to look like.
 
I remembered the car stuck on the side of the road. I was always a good Samaritan, it came with the territory of being a fireman, but the two good-looking women in very skimpy dresses did not hurt either.  
 
I remembered pulling over behind them and working to put the spare tire on while doing my best to check out their legs. They seemed harmless enough. Both well built, in their late twenties or early thirties. You could not ask for a couple of women with better-built bodies, big tits, round hips, firm asses, and oh yes... a distinct lack of underclothes of any kind.
 
I first noticed it on the blond. She bent over to climb up the short embankment out of the ditch and her pussy peeked out from under her truly short skirt. The way her tits wiggled telegraphed "no bra" as did her hardening nipples after she caught me looking. She did not seem upset, in fact, she grinned and seemed to try to give me a better look. The brunet with deep blue eyes that matched her friends, stood next to me while I worked on the jack, her big firm tits slightly visible as the sunlight filtered through the thin top of her white dress. The deep scoop neck allowed a lot of her cleavage to show, and when she moved right, her areola and hardening nipple peek out.
 
The last thing I remembered was putting the tire into the trunk. Now I was... hell, I did not know where I was. I was laying on a bed, tied up...Shit... Naked!
 
Now my mind kicked into high gear. Yes, I remembered a lot about how they looked. They did not seem upset with me; in fact, they were sexually teasing me right up to when I put the tire in the trunk. I had not touched either of them or made any rude comments. No, I was sure all I did was look. They were mad because I did not do anything.
 
I pulled on the ropes, rocking the bed with my jerking. Yep, they were tight.
 
I lay my head back and started to try to think through this situation.
 
"Hey sis, he's awake!" I heard an almost familiar female voice say. I looked toward where the voice was coming from and saw the blond woman from the car step into the room. She walked slowly into the room, wearing a towel wrapped around her body from her tits to her thighs. Her brunet friend came in after her, dressed in a long t-shirt.
 
"Well, so he is. Now we should find out how big of a fish we caught."
 
My mind struggled for what was happening as the blond crawled onto the bed on one side of me while the brunet crawled on the other.
 
"So, you can call me Maggie," the brunet said as she leaned over my legs and used her long nails to gently stroke up and down my thighs, her fingers tracing long slow figure eights from next to my inexplicably hardening dick down to my knee. She looked at me lustily with a pair of deep blue eyes that spoke volumes of her desire.
 
"And you can call me Angie," the blond said, crawling up higher and reaching down to gently kiss each of my nipples, licking and sucking each of them in turn. "Now what we want to know," she said moving back to the first nipple and sucking on it. "Is what you're worth?"
 
"What?" I asked, my brain trying to wrap around what was happening.
 
"I want to know how much money it's worth for you to be released?" she continued, moving her kisses up to my neck.
 
"You think I'm worth a lot of money?"
 
"Oh, we know it. Trying to pretend you are would not be... counterproductive?" she cooed, moving her kisses to my nose and then my lips, ever so gently brushing her lips over mine, her hot breath breathing into me. "We can be very persuasive!"
 
"But I'm really not worth any money. Who do you think I am?"
 
"I know your John Delyn. You cannot fool me. You own every strip club within fifty miles. Now, all you have to do is tell us how much you're willing to pay to get us to let you go."
 
"I'm really not this John guy," I said quietly.
 
"Ohhhhh John-John-John." Angie cooed. "You can't fool me. I have seen you at the clubs, standing in the booth, watching us dance? You never came down though. You always stood up there and watched, like we were not good enough for you. Like you were afraid you might catch something from us."
 
"Really, I'm not this John guy. If I'd have seen, you stripping I'd have been more than willing to be with you."
 
"Ohhhhhh John, John... You can say fuck. Hell, you own half the hookers around town, and you are shy about saying fuck?" Angie said with a giggle. "My my. This is going to be more fun than I thought. What do you think is?"
 
"I think we're going to have a very good time," Maggie said in a sultry voice, her fingers starting to trace across my rock-hard dick.
 
"Now John. If you're a good boy, this could be very enjoyable." Angie whispered, her lips almost brushing mine, her minty sweet breath strong in my nostrils. "If you hurt either of us, in any way... Well,  
 
let us just say that in your current position it would be a very painful mistake."
 
"I think I understand," I whispered back.
 
"Good." She cooed. "Now, Let's see if we can jog your memory." She whispered before gently pressing her soft lips against mine. Her kisses started soft, but grew more insistent, her tongue pressing into my mouth, searching for mine, exploring, enjoying.
 
She pulled away slowly, her lips leaving mine gently, blue eyes smoldering with sexual desire. She stood up on the bed over me, straddling me, looking down at me as she slowly unwrapped the towel. She pulled it off, holding it by one corner and then letting it drop to the bed next to her, leaving her completely naked.
 
Her body was perfect. Her breasts stood out large and proud, her areola deep brown and puckered, each nipple standing hard in the center. Her stomach was firm and taught, flowing smoothly into her rounded hips. Her mound and pussy were shaved smooth, her tender lips sticking out of her meaty outer lips, small drips of her juices glistening in anticipation.
 
She lowered herself down, her pussy moving toward my lips, as she crouched down and spread her knees. "Come on John. Lick my pussy. I know how much you love to taste a good pussy. How about mine? I have watched you and wanted you to eat me for so long. Make me cum and I will think about letting you go!" She said as she held the rough wood headboard and rubbed her wet lips against my lips.
 
I reached out with my tongue, licking, and stroking her wet lips. If this would get me out of here it was a small price to pay. I pressed my tongue deep into her pussy and drew her moisture out and up her slit. I found her hard little clit with my tongue and licked across it with my tongue flat. Repeatedly I stroked her, each time my tongue crossed her hard nub she moaned softly.
 
"Yes, that's it." Angie cooed "So nice. God, I knew you would be good at this. Ohhhhh. That is it. Make me cum!"
 
I sucked her hard clit into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue repeatedly. Her whole body trembled as I worked her clit, driving her higher and higher up her climactic slope. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her whole body jerking and trembling as her pussy gushed her sweet juices over my chin. She ground her pussy into my face as I continued to suck and assault her clit with my tongue.  
 
"OH, FUCK YES!" she screamed as her whole body suddenly stiffened above me, her muscles no longer able to coordinate even to grind against me.
 
To be continued