I entered the room and her excitement was evident. “Oh, my slut,” she whispered to me, “we’re going to have fun today.”
I went to kiss her, but she pulled away, “strip for me, first.”
As fast as I could, my clothes were on the floor, in a heap, my erection pointing at her. “Now, you may kiss me,” she whispered, and my lips found hers, and we tumbled onto her bed. “My slut,” she whispered in my ear, “you are not going to cum, until he comes. Do you understand?”
I nodded my agreement and felt a hard tug on my balls. “Yes, mistress,” I gasped.
“But just because you’re not going to cum, I am going to. Get to work, slut,” she ordered, pressing my head down her body. I started to remove her panties and her fingers twisted my left nipple. “You need to earn the right to look upon me,” she whispered with a breathy edge to her voice. And with that, I found my way between her legs, licking through her panties. Despite the fact that it was muted, and mixed with the silk of her underthings, tasting her made me even hotter.
I liked, hard, through her underthings, my hands working their way to her breasts, fondling her through her corset – as always, her nipples grew hard with my touch, the lace did little to hide that fact from my fingers.
I licked until she held my head against her pelvis, and thrust against it, releasing a yawp. And I continued to lick until my mouth was dry.
“Set up the restraints – they’re in a bag in the closet,” she said, pushing me away from her. I stood at once and worked my way to the closet, pulling out the bag — I dug through the bag and found an “under the mattress” restraint – a long piece of rope that split in two at both the head & tail, with cuffs attached to each end – for my ankles and wrists. As soon as I untangled the rope, however, I felt the crop come down across my ass.
“You will always watch as I take my clothes off,” she said, a smile on her face. And then my cock was slapped, hard, with an empty hand. I cried out and fell to my knees. “And you will put those restraints on. Now.”
I threw the mattress off the bed, put the rope onto the box-spring, and then, as quickly as I could put the mattress back on, cuffs neatly placed just wide enough to make me spread-eagle on the bed..
Your cock needs…something, she said, and pulled out a cock ring from the bag (how I missed it in there as I was getting the restraints out, I have no idea — I’ll just think that I was too focused on my task to notice much anything else). “Put it on,” and I did, placing the two rubber rings around both my balls and my shaft — it was tight enough to just enough to constrict my twig & berries. It wasn’t really uncomfortable. Yet.
I winced. He lived two hours away. At least. And I could feel blue balls setting in.
I looked at my swollen member and quickly sent him a simple note “We’re ready when you are,” and then a picture of her, sitting on the corner of the bed, her legs spread wide.
“Now, I’m going to tie you up,” she stated. I complied, lying on the bed, and in a matter of moments, my ankles, and then wrists, were bound. “Now, I think I’m going to go out for a cup of coffee,” she noted, once I was unable to move. She threw on jeans & a sweatshirt and went out the door. I have no idea if it was a matter of minutes or an hour that she left me there. I just know that, when she came back, my cock was still throbbing.
She disrobed – and my eyes never left her fun bits and then drank her coffee while trailing a finger, lightly, over my body . . . never a painful touch, but in ways that made me wince, my hips doing little thrusts – my hard cock meeting against the air. When her coffee was gone, she looked at the bag. “Do you know what it’s like to be fucked, my slut?” she asked me.
“You’ve taken my ass before” I responded, a bit confused.
“Oh, that’s fun, surely,” she replied, “but I like playing with your cock,” and with that, she pulled what looked like a binder from under the bed.
In it, she pulled out a series of long, metal rods, in varying girth . . . and a very large bottle of lube. “You had better relax,” she whispered, squeezing a large glob of lube onto her hand and then running the narrowest of the implements through the solution.
To my surprise, the implement went into me with little resistance. She let it drop until it met resistance, and then she fucked my cock with it. “You can take more,” she said. And she pulled out the next one.
Each time, she followed the same ritual – slowly lube up the rod, slowly insert it into my pee-hole, and then slowly work its way into me. The sixth rod hurt as it went in. “There we go,” she whispered as she slowly pushed the sound into and out of my cock. And then she placed it as far as it could go and proceeded to start jerking me off.
“Remember, you will not cum until he does,” she said, her hands both slowly working their way from the tip to the base of my cock. Then one hand started massaging my swollen testicles and the other pumped my stuffed cock.
I had to beg her to stop, lest my orgasm take control of me. And, with my begging, she stopped. Only to start again in a few minutes – until I had to beg again. You’d think she liked me begging, or something.
Her phone buzzed and she pulled the sound out of my cock, a measurable amount of pre-cum coming along with it. “He just parked, he’ll be up in a minute,” she said, looking at her phone. In one hand she held my cock and with the other she slapped my balls harder than she ever had before. “We’re going to have so much fun, my slut.”
She put the sounds back into the binder, and slid that under the bed and threw a robe on just as the doorbell rang. She left the room and I heard a whispered conversation taking place. It felt like a truly epic amount of time, and I couldn’t make out a single word that was said.
Finally, they both entered the bedroom. “and this is my slut,” she said, pointing at me. “He’s not allowed to cum until after you do, so he’s quite eager for us to get started. I do hope you have some stamina.”
They kissed in front of me, and she unbuckled his pants. Her robe fell to the ground. She got on her knees and started to suck him off as he took off his shirt. Oh, how I wished her mouth were on me.
“He’s not allowed to cum until I do?” he asked, and she stopped her blowjob to give a nod. As she started back toward his penis, he stopped her. “Then I’m going to go down on you,” he said.
“Oh, I love the way you think.”
And she lied down next to me, spreading her legs wide. I looked her in the eyes as he worked his way to her pussy and started licking. I watched her face until she closed her eyes in pleasure. With her eyes closed, I looked down, trying to figure out just what he was doing, but I, simply, couldn’t make out his technique from my vantage point.
She sighed the sigh that I long to make her sigh and her body tensed and then relaxed.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said.
“I want you to,” she responded, and looked directly at me. I knew she wanted me looking into her eyes when he entered her.
I didn’t disappoint her.
They went at it for a long, long time, right next to me. She started to kiss my mouth as he pressed into her. “I’m going to cum,” he said, and then pulled out.
She started to sit up, to put her mouth around his cock and swallow what he had, but he said “no, I’m going to cum on him,” and she smiled.
“But of course, my slut will do whatever I want him to,” she replied. She stood and he knelt on the bed, jerking himself off.
“You know…” my mistress started to say when the white fluid shot out of his cock, onto my chest.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nevermind,” she said before licking his seed off of me. She licked her lips and unfastened the restraints about my wrists. I sat up.
“It looks like our friend is all dirty. Why don’t you clean him,” she said to me, and I knew what she wanted. As I looked her in the eyes, I took the whole of his cock into my mouth, sucking. With quick motions, I bobbed back & forth, never breaking eye contact with her, swallowing the last droplets of semen he had in the pipes.
She unfastened the restraints about my ankles and laid herself down on the bed. “Now, fuck me and suck him,” she said. And I did.
I did not last long inside of her, despite the cock ring about me. When I had finished, my cum deep inside of her, she whispered “you know what to do,” and I worked my way down her body with a trail of kisses.
I licked and sucked and swallowed my own cum out of her while she worked his cock, sucking him to completion. I kept “doing my duty” until I heard the gasp of his orgasm.
“And now, kiss me,” she said. So I did.
“I’m hungry,” she said, looking at me, before looking at him. “Thanks for a wonderful time, we should do this again some day,” as she handed him his clothes. He dressed and left.
She gave me a great big hug before starting to dress, herself. “Put your clothes on, I’m in the mood for some Chinese.”