A Special Father's Day Gift Pt. 03

"Twenty nine minutes ten seconds. Only fifty more seconds and you would have halved your edging time. You can start the rest of the cleaning with the mess you've made. I'd recommend losing the jeans so you don't track pee all over the house," Mrs. Smith said.

I had completely forgotten that I was still on the clock. I pulled my jeans off as fast as I could and put them in the kitchen sink so they wouldn't get anything else dirty. I tried to ignore the fact that I was now cleaning completely naked, but even after everything I saw and did today cleaning naked still felt awkward. I grabbed a mop and began trying to soak up the massive puddle I made on the floor.

When I made my plan to focus on holding it in an attempt to make it to thirty minutes, I had not anticipated having to clean up my own mess after losing control or having to clean naked, both of which slowed me down. I cleaned feverishly trying to minimize how long I would be mercilessly edged.

It took me forty five minutes to clean everything except the bathroom. I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the tub with Mr. Smith staring at me from behind, when Mrs. Smith yelled up from downstairs, "When you're done up there I have a few things to point out down here."

Plenty of my clients were picky, but the Smith's were not one of them. I had been rushing, so maybe I did miss something, but it seemed more likely this was an intentional ploy to extend my edging torture.

I finished cleaning the bathroom and ran downstairs to see what Mrs. Smith wanted me to clean. She was standing in the kitchen dressed like I had been not too long ago, in nothing but a pair of skin tight jeans.

"What is it that I missed?" I asked looking around for anything that looked dirty.

"You'll see in a minute," she answered smiling.

I turned to Mr. Smith as he walked into the kitchen. By the time I turned back around to look at Mrs Smith, there was a growing wet spot on the front of her jeans. She turned around so her ass was facing her husband and I. Thin trails of wet denim emerged slowly snaking their way down Mrs. Smith's legs. The trails grew thicker and darker until they met forming even larger streams. I watched in horror as the streams reached the bottom of her jeans and began dripping onto the floor I had just cleaned.

When Mrs. Smith was finally done peeing, she looked at me and said, "you missed a spot," gesturing to the puddle of piss beneath her feet. She proceeded to take off her soaking wet jeans and throw them in the sink with mine.

I once again grabbed the mop and started soaking up the piss all over the floor. It took me an extra ten minutes to clean up the piss and put the mop away, but I was finally done.

"One hour on the nose," Mr. Smith announced as I closed the closet door.

"Amanda, how long does that mean we get to edge you for?" Mrs Smith teased.

"Two hours," I said, lower my face in defeated. How on earth was I going to survive two hours of continuous edging?

"Don't worry, we'll give you an opportunity to work that down a bit. Here's how it's going to work. My wife and I are going to take turns edging you. Every thirty minutes, we are going to give you a five minute break, during which you can choose to rest or attempt to make one of us cum. If you can make one of us cum during your break, we will cut your edging time by thirty minutes. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, sir!" I answered enthusiastically. How hard could it be to make someone who had been edged and denied for a week cum in five minutes?

"Let's head up to the bedroom and get started," Mrs. Smith said and began walking upstairs. I followed her and Mr. Smith followed me. I got an incredible view of Mrs. Smith's ass on the way up the stairs and I'm sure Mr. Smith got the same view of mine.

Mrs. Smith opened the bedroom door and gestured me inside. As I stepped into the bedroom, excitement started to build inside me. I was one step closer to finally being able to cum.

"Lay on the bed on your back. Legs spread towards the bedposts. Arms above your head. Don't move," Mrs. Smith said making it very clear who was running this show. I followed her instructions without hesitation. Once I was in position, Mrs. crawled onto the bed and sat between my spread legs. She bent forward and slowly moved her face towards my cunt. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for an onslaught of pussy eating.

I was surprised when I felt Mrs. Smith's lips make contact with my inner thigh rather than my pussy. Apparently she wanted to tease me for a while before the real torture began. She trailed her tongue up and down my thigh planting gentle kisses every few seconds. Her mouth inched ever closer to my gushing pussy, but never quite got there. Every time I thought her tongue was about to brush over my pussy lips, she jumped over my desperate hole and began kissing and liking her way up my other thigh.

I was going wild. At first the teasing was a welcome transition, but now I was becoming a horny mess. I needed her tongue on my fucking cunt. I held my breath every time she got close to my pussy and prayed that this was the time she wouldn't skip over my most sensitive area.

"Mmmmmm," I groaned as Mrs. Smith's tongue finally touched my pussy lips. Her tongue slid up and down between my folds in long slow licks, but deftly avoided my clit. I was uncertain how long I would be able to hold back my orgasm if she ever decided to suck on my clit. My question was answered when all of a sudden her approach changed. In a split second, she went from gently teasing me to harshly sucking on my clit. My clit felt like it was going to pop, but I was able to hold my orgasm back long enough to scream, "Edge!"

Mrs. Smith pulled her face away from my cunt and stepped off the bed. She turned to her husband and said, "Your turn."

While I was still hovering on the edge of orgasm, Mr. Smith grabbed my hips and in one swift motion turned me ninety degrees and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

"Honey, can you do me a favor and hold her legs back for me," Mr. Smith asked politely.

Mrs. Smith got back on the bed and sat just behind my head. She took my feet in her hands and pulled my legs as far back and apart as they would go.

Mr. Smith stared at my holes and said, "Doesn't look like I am going to need any lube. She might actually be wetter than you are." As he finished speaking, he began rubbing his cock around the exterior of my pussy. The anticipation was killing me. It had been a long time since I felt a cock inside me and Mr. Smith's was the largest and hardest I had ever taken. In different circumstances I might have been worried about accommodating such a massive cock, but in my current state it wouldn't be a problem.

Mr. Smith began slowly sinking his cock into my cunt. Inch by inch I felt my vaginal muscles stretching around his throbbing cock. I had never been fucked by a man with a cock ring on before. The veins in his cock were so pronounced it was like fucking a ribbed dildo. He kept going deeper and deeper until finally I felt his balls resting against my ass. My pussy had never felt so full. He held his cock there for a moment and then began pulling out. As his cock moved out of me, I felt empty. He pulled almost all the way out and then plunged back in at the same slow pace.

He continued fucking me nice and slow for what felt like hours and then just like Mrs. Smith, in the blink of an eye everything changed. All of a sudden, he was thrusting in and out of me hard and fast. He only thrust a few times before I screamed, "Edge!" but unlike Mrs. Smith he did not stop. Instead he pulled his cock out of my pussy and rammed it into my ass.

The pain stopped me from cumming, but as he began to thrust I felt my ass relaxing. I never liked anal that much, but I was so horny any kind of sexual pleasure was welcome. He steadily increased his pace and within a few minutes he was roughly fucking my ass. I had never been anywhere close to cumming from anal before, but I could feel my orgasm building. As his cock continued pumping in and out of my ass, Mrs. Smith pulled my legs together so she could hold them both with one hand and began rubbing my pussy with her now free hand. That was more than I could handle. "Edge!" I screamed and Mrs. Smith removed her hand from my oversensitive pussy, but Mr. Smith still did not stop. I gritted my teeth and held back my orgasm as his massive cock only thrust faster and harder.

"Please, may I cum?" Mr. Smith said to his wife almost in a whimper.

"Yes. Fill her ass with your cum."

Instantly hot cum shot out of his cock. He thrust his cock as deep as he could and shot bursts of hot cum deep in my ass. I was so close to cumming, but I did not dare cum without permission. I tried to focus on anything besides the hot cum inside me, but I had never felt a man cum with such force. He finished cumming and slowly pulled out. I clenched my jaw as even his slow exit left me dangling on the edge of orgasm again. His cum started to leak out of my asshole, run over my pussy, and drip onto the floor.

Just as I thought my torture was over, Mrs. Smith said, "There's still three more minutes until her break. Why don't you clean her up." Mr. Smith collected himself and knelt so that his face was only inches from my holes dripping with his cum. He slid his tongue from below my pussy all the way up to my ass in one long sweep, collecting globs of cum along the way. The thought of this man eating his own cum out of my ass was turning me on even more than the sensation of his tongue brushing over my clit. I spent the next three minutes on the edge of orgasm as Mr. Smith continued to gently lick me as he devoured his own cum slowly leaking out of my ass.

"thirty minutes. Now it's my turn to cum," she said releasing my legs and crawling over me so she straddled my face. She positioned her gushing wet holes just above my mouth. I could smell the sweetness of her juices.

"Time starts now," Mr. Smith said and Mrs. Smith dropped her ass and began rubbing her pussy across my face. I stuck out my tongue let her use my face as a sex toy. The taste was incredible. Deliciously sweet, but tangy as well. I had tasted my own pussy juices before, but never another woman's.

After a minute or so, Mrs. Smith stopped moving and said, "Why am I doing all the work? You're supposed to be earning your reprieve." I wanted to impress Mrs. Smith so I pressed my face between her cheeks and started sloppily licking every inch of her pussy. I slid my tongue up and down her lips. I plunged my tongue as deep inside her as I could reach. I sucked on her clit with reckless abandon. I did everything I could to make this beautiful woman cum, but I was losing confidence I could get her over the edge in time. Her moans were getting louder, but I needed to do something more.

"One minute left," Mr. Smith said. I shifted my head and plunged my tongue deep into Mrs. Smith's ass. I swirled my tongue in a desperate attempt to get her over the edge. Mrs. Smith started groaning and grinding her ass into my face. I could barely breathe, but it was working. She was going to cum all over my face with my tongue in her ass.

"Thirty seconds," Mr. Smith said. I doubled my efforts pressing my face into Mrs. Smith's ass as hard as I could. My tongue was sore, but I kept going.

"Fuck!" Mrs. Smith screamed. "I am going to fucking cum!"

"Don't you dare cum without my permission!" Mr. Smith bellowed in an angry voice.

"Please, Sir, I cannot hold it back any longer," Mrs. Smith begged meekly.

Mr. Smith looked into his wife's eyes and said in a stern voice, "No."

"Sir, please...let me cum all over Amanda's pretty face," Mrs. Smith pleaded.

He started counting, "Ten...Nine...Eight"

"Please," Mrs. Smith begged, her voice cracking and unsteady, but he continued counting.

"Seven...Six...Five...Cum! Now!" He yelled as a smile appeared on his face.

The moment permission was granted, Mrs. Smith came. I felt her ass contract on my tongue. Her butt cheeks clenched almost crushing my head. Her entire body shook on top of me. Just when I thought she was done cumming, I felt her weight lifted off of me. Mr. Smith lifted up his wife and threw her down on the bed. He rammed his cock into her pussy and she was cumming again within seconds. He fucked her through two consecutive orgasms before he slowed down, but that was only to switch holes. He stuck his cock in her ass and she came again instantly. He pounded her until she went limp from exhaustion after her fifth or sixth orgasm.

He pulled his cock out and to my surprise shot rope after rope of cum all over his motionless wife. The first shot hit her square in the face and she did not even flinch. The proceeding shots left puddles of cum down her chest and the final few shots dribbled cum onto her pussy. I would have thought she was dead if it was not for her tongue lapping up the cum around her mouth.

I was so distracted watching Mrs. Smith in her near comatose state that I did not notice Mr. Smith had turned his attention to me, until he shoved three fingers in my pussy and said, "Breaks over".

He knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers curled perfectly to hit my G-Spot. It took less than a minute for me to be back on the edge. Just as I was about to let Mr. Smith know I was on the verge of cumming, his fingers stopped moving inside me. Apparently he was confident he could tell when I was close. He paused for only a few seconds and then began fingering me again with the same intensity. This time it was less than thirty seconds before he stopped just short of my orgasm. He paused just long enough for me to come back from the edge, before he started fingering me again. This cycle continued only getting faster and faster for what felt like hours.

My brain was starting to turn to mush. I could not focus on anything, but the intense pleasure in my pussy. I had never experienced anything like this. My cunt was on fire and my juices were running freely. Mr. Smith's hand was coated in my juices and I'm sure there was a growing wet spot on the mattress.

Finally, I heard Mrs. Smith say, "fifty five minutes." I had not even notice when she stood up. All I had to do was make it through five more minutes of edging, make Mr. Smith cum, and pray to god they did not have any more plans for me after that.

Only a few seconds later, Mr. Smith removed his hand from my pussy for the first time in twenty five minutes. It could not possibly have already been five minutes. Was he giving me mercy? I just laid on the bed completely still hoping this ordeal was over.

Mr. Smith climbed into bed and at first I thought he was going to cuddle me. He pulled me close to him so we were spooning, but then he rolled onto his back holding me tight to his chest so I was laying on top of him. This seemed like a strange cuddling position, but who was I to complain.

I realized he was not trying to cuddle me, when I felt Mrs. Smith positioning his cock to enter my asshole. In one thrust he slammed the full length of his cock into my ass and held it there. I could handle a few minutes of ass fucking without getting too close to cumming.

Then I felt another cock at the entrance to my pussy. I looked up and saw Mrs. Smith with a strap on even bigger than Mr. Smith's cock ready to fuck me silly. She slowly slid the cock into my pussy and I could feel myself filling up. By the time her hips were resting against mine, my pussy and ass were more full than they had ever been before. I had only been double penetrated once before and it had ended with me squirting all over a bar after hours.

I knew I was in trouble as soon as the cocks inside me began to move. Mr. and Mrs. Smith fucked me in unison. After only a few thrusts I couldn't take it anymore. "Edge!", I screamed, but the cocks did not stop.

"Hold it back. We're not stopping," Mrs. Smith said.

"Please, I can't take it anymore," I pleaded, desperately trying to hold back the biggest orgasm of my life.

"No. You do not get to cum without our permission," Mr. Smith answered promptly.

I felt like I was about to pass out from exhaustion. My over sensitive holes could not take any more fucking. I clenched every muscle in my body in an attempt to hold my back my orgasm, but I could feel myself slipping over the edge. I was going to explode. All of my pent up sexual frustration was ready to be released. I was going to cum whether they gave me permission or not.

"Times Up," Mrs. Smith announced and I felt both cocks pull out leaving me laying on top of Mr. Smith with my holes pouring liquid onto his crotch.

I was still in a daze as Mr. Smith repositioned me. The next thing I knew I was on my knees with a cock forcing its way into my mouth. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, but that was really all I could manage in my current state. Luckily, I also could not feel my throat. Mr. Smith had already destroyed my ass and pussy, now it was time for him to take my third and final hole. He fucked my throat hard and fast. It was not long before he looked to his wife and asked for permission to cum. This time his wife did not make him wait. A few seconds after he was granted permission Mr. Smith shoved his cock into the back of my throat and held it there. I felt his cock pulse and then hot thick liquid ran down my throat. He pulled out and let the last few drops of cum land on my face.

Mr. Smith helped me stand up, but I collapsed onto the bed. Mr. and Mrs. Smith got in the bed on either side of me and this time actually cuddled me. I laid there for several minutes until I came back to Earth.

"Do I get to cum now?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes my dear you've earned it," Mrs Smith answered as she got up off the bed. She walked over to the night stand and opened a drawer. She dug around for a minute and then pulled out a cordless wand vibrator and a few lengths of rope. As Mrs. Smith walked toward me, I could tell she was up to something. Had I not earned my orgasm yet? What on Earth could she have planned?

Mrs. Smith handed the rope to Mr. Smith who began deftly wrapping the rope around my waist. I was confused by his rope work until Mrs. Smith held the head of the vibrator between my legs and he wrapped the rope around it. Dear God! They were tying the vibrator to me. Mr. Smith continued lopping the rope around the vibrator and my hips until it was held tightly against my clit. Mr. and Mrs. Smith stepped back to admire their handiwork.

"Are you ready?" Mrs. Smith asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I said as confidently as I could, but my voice was clearly wavering.

Mrs. Smith stepped towards me and flipped the switch on the vibrator. "Fuck!" I screamed as the vibrator came to life. My over sensitive clit was ready to explode. After only a few seconds I was on the brink of a mind shattering orgasm. The week of pent up frustration bubbled to the surface. The previous hour of edging was all coming to an end.

"I'm gonna cum!" I screamed. My whole body started to shake. Every nerve in my body was on fire. My vaginal muscles started to quiver. My asshole started to spasm. I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and finally allowed my body the release it had been waiting for. I had never felt an orgasm like this. My pussy spasmed and I felt liquid squirting from between my legs. My whole body spasmed and rocked as I rode out the wave of my orgasm. Just as I thought my orgasm was subsiding another one began building and in only a few seconds I was cumming again. I felt more liquid shooting out from between my legs. My second orgasm was shorter and less intense, but still one of the best of my life.

As I came down from my second orgasm I realized the vibrator was still on and pressed against my clit. I opened my eyes just long enough to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith staring at me smiling before my third orgasm hit. I found just enough breath to whimper, "Please," in between my third and fourth orgasms, but there was no mercy to be found. I kept cumming and cumming uncontrollably until I lost count. My mind had turned to mush. I was effectively reduced to just a few wet holes occasionally squirting. The rest of my body was useless. Eventually someone turned off the vibrator. I did not have the energy to open my eyes or speak. I just lay on the bed and drifted off to sleep.