Written by MissTigeress
16 Jul 2011
The Stranger Meets A Mistress
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Lately, I've been looking for some added excitement in my life. Just recently I've found an incredibly sexy woman. I've only known for a few weeks now. We met in a chat room and we got on the topic of control, and she told me that she would like to dominate a man.
Now, I have always had fantasies about submitting to a woman, but never dreamed that I might get the chance to fulfil my fantasy. But like the cruel temptress she is, she teased and taunted me for weeks before requiting my passion. Despite all my efforts, nothing resorted in anything more than a tease. That was until one day when she agreed to meet me.
I had been instructed by Loretta to meet her at the local pub. I was instructed not to approach her until she signified that it was OK. So I arrived at seven as I was told and waited. After 15 minutes she walked in at sat at the bar. I watched her, sitting at the bar. She sat with her legs crossed, a sandal dangling off her right foot. I watched her place a plastic straw between her beautiful, glossy lips and take a long slow drink. She noticed that she had my attention. Letting the straw slide out from between her lips, she softly bit her lower one and winked at me, letting her full lip slip out from her teeth.
I smiled back and she glanced down at the bar stool beside her.
I took this as the signal and walked over and sat beside her.
"Hi," she said softly. She smiled and offered me her hand.
I smiled back, and took her hand, gently shaking it. Her touch lingered as her hand slipped back away from mine. I could smell her perfume, just a hint of it, but enough to draw me closer.
We chatted for a few hours, I bought her a few drinks, and we talked about things we had in common and the things we didn't.
Around eleven, she told me she needed to be getting home, and much to my surprise, she invited me to come back with her. I nearly fell over myself agreeing. She seemed to like that.
I was expecting to once again be denied any sexual activity but once we were at her place her demeanour changed. I shut the door and turned back around, only to see her slowly lowering the zipper on the side of her skirt. Her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, revealing a pair of black stockings, garter belt, and lace panties, She quickly disposed of her top leaving a black lacy bra that barely held in her beautiful tits.
Her lips now turned to a sexy little pout, she placed her hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes, "I really like you Luke, I think we could have a lot of fun together but tonight you are to be my slave"
I swallowed, my eyes devouring her body, her long legs, and I felt my cock starting to swell. I shifted my hips a little, hoping to adjust it, so my erection wouldn't be so noticeable.
"Let me help you with that," she said, looking at me with her head tilted her eyes intent. Her little hand slowly passed over my crotch, taking hold of my cock, squeezing gently, tugging a little, and rubbing. She smiled and moaned a bit.
Her hand left my cheek and slid down my chest, over my stomach and found my zipper, which she slowly lowered. Her hands now freed my cock from my underwear and through the open fly of my pants. I was rock hard, straining as she wrapped her hand very slowly around my shaft, turned and giggled, "Follow me," she said, tugging my cock as she walked.
I was speechless, hardly able to move but I managed to follow her down the hall. As we stood in the doorway of the bedroom, I reached out to touch one of her breasts, which she answered by slapping my hand away. She said "Maybe you don't understand what I meant by slave. You will only respond to me as 'Miss Loretta'. You are not to touch me or touch yourself unless I give you permission to. Do you understand?” I was so shocked all I could do was nod my head. “Now, take off your clothes." She demanded.
I obeyed her command. My cock was so stiff I felt as though I was going to faint. I excitedly eyed her as she moved to her closet, opened the door and pulled out a riding crop and a pair of shiny handcuffs. I suddenly became fearful, wondering just what I had gotten myself into.
"Hands behind your back, stud" she commanded. She roughly cuffed my hands, rendering them useless. "Now, for each time you misbehave, you will get a spanking." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"But mistress," I protested. That was my next mistake. She responded with a wicked smile. When her riding crop smacked my butt, it was not really painful but it left me in no doubt as to what it could do if used harshly. The touch sent an intense and euphoric combination of pleasure through my body. The hormonal force which tingled through my cock and balls drove me crazy, but the handcuffs prevented me from touching or relieving my poor, aching prick.
"Look at that hard-on. What a bad little boy you are," she scolded. Then, with a pouty, sexy look she taunted "Do you want to cum, Tom?" Having a sexy lady like Loretta ask me that at anytime would drive me wild, but the fact that she had me in such a helpless state only fuelled my arousal.
"Yes mistress" I replied trying to get in the mood of the game. She slowly rubbed her riding crop across my cock, lowering it down to tickle and rub against my balls. I let out an overwhelming sigh of pleasure. She slowly circled me as my body trembled. She walked slowly, looking me over like a piece of meat. Running the crop between the cheeks of my arse and pushing against my virgin hole. Finally, she broke the silence.
"No, I don't think you've been a good enough boy to cum just yet. First you have to prove to me that you can restrain yourself. Now get on your knees." She then stripped out of her stockings, bra and panties. I couldn't believe how perfect her naked tits looked. She then teased me in the cruellest way possible. She eased down so that her breasts were as close to my face as possible without actually touching it. "I've seen you staring at these when I'm trying to talk to you. Are these what you want, honey?"
"Yes," I replied instantly."
"Well, too bad, baby," she said, and then abruptly rose to her feet.
Loretta walked behind me and uncuffed me then told me to lie down on the bed. "Hands over your head," she said. I stretched out. Her fingers began playing with my nipples and running over my chest and stomach.
She took my hands and raised them higher over my head, guiding each one to a soft leather cuff, which she buckled around my wrists. She smiled playfully, "Now you are mine." I smiled back, "No complaints here," I said. She bit her lip, her smile growing wider, "Oh, they'll come later. Don't worry."
She slid down and much to my surprise; she didn't cuff my ankles, but instead, pulled out two cuffs, attached from underneath the bed midway up, and began buckling them around my knees, spreading my legs as wide as I could manage.
She lowered her head and took my cock deep inside her mouth, slowly raising up, letting those soft full lips slide over the shaft, the tip of her tongue, tracing along the underside. I arched my back and raised my hips as best I could, moaning and twisting.
She looked at me, her head tilted. "I love big, hard, swollen cocks. I love playing with them," she said, her finger tips tracing along the underside of the shaft and around the head. "For hours, and hours, and hours."
She looked at me and pouted, "You aren't going to cum and ruin all my fun are you?" I looked at her puzzled. "When you cum," she explained, "It gets all soft and no fun. I'm going to keep it nice and hard, but you have to promise not to cum, OK?"
"But if I cum, you can make it hard again," I protested.
She shook her head. "Not the same," she said somewhat insistently.
"I can cum more that once a night," I said, somewhat proudly. "Not tonight you can't," she said, her fingers playing with my hard cock again.
I pressed my cock harder into her hand, thrusting. She pulled back. "Now try to hold still."
I resisted the urge to move as she wrapped her hand around me and squeezed and then let go, squeezed and let go, over and over. My heart was racing and my mind started to spin as I tugged at my bound wrists.
"Please," I whispered.
She leaned over, her face close to mine, her hair falling around her, brushing my cheeks. "I love when boys beg," she hissed.
"Please, I need to cum," I begged.
She sat up, "No, you don't. You want to cum. You don't need to," she spoke slowly stressing the two words, her tone flat almost instructional. She looked
down at me, as innocent and cute as I had ever seen her, "You'll need to cum later." The she leaned down, those beautiful lips pressed against my ears, "Want know a secret," she whispered. I nodded. "I'm not going to let you cum then, either."
"Please, let me go," I pleaded.
She sat back on the bed, her hand on my cock again squeezing as it throbbed in her grasp. She just slowly shook her head, saying nothing.
"You know, Luke, I slept all morning and all afternoon. You know why?"
I just closed my eyes.
"So I can stay up all night long," she kept squeezing. I started to squirm, tugging harder at my cuffs now.
She removed her hand, shaking her head. She wagged her finger. "Now what did I say about sitting still?" She was pouting. "Don't make me punish you. It is much more fun to play, don't you think?"
I was getting a bit pissed off now. She was smiling again. "That's much better, isn't it?" Her hand was gently stroking me as I began to throb even more.
"I know it aches when I rub it," she continued, "But it can be even worse when I don't," her hands moved from my cock to the inside of my thighs, her fingernails tracing along the insides, right up to my cock, where she stopped. She touched my stomach, massaged my balls, and played with my pubic hair, while my cock bobbed up and down, twitching, needing to be touched again.
"Can you please rub it again?" I asked, feeling somewhat humbled.
Again, she refrained from speaking, just biting her lip and slowly shaking her head.
Finally, the frustration got the best of me and I twisted and turned, trying to get free, get some relief, some sort of sensation on my cock.
She pulled back, laughing this time. "Frustrating? Isn't it?"
I nodded, almost ready to scream at her. She looked at me, head cocked, "Poor baby, all frustrated and no way to get any relief."
"Please let me go," I pleaded.
"Ask nicely," she said, head still cocked, watching me.
"Please," I moaned, desperately.
"Say pretty please," she taunted.
"Pretty please," I said, blushing.
"With a cherry on top?" she asked.
I swallowed, "Pretty please with a cherry on top," I said, cheeks burning.
She could barely contain herself. She shook her head. "Sorry, I'm having too much fun."
She reached over to the stand beside the bed, and pull out a short leather whip with what looked like ten strands. She cuddled up with me, tracing the soft leather over my stomach, her other hand playing with my hair. "This is a fun game. I like using the leather to make your cock twitch, without making it cum. I love seeing it twitch. Do you like feeling it twitch?" I shook my head. She ignored my response.
"Please, don't" was all I could manage. She smiled and moaned, "That's right, beg." I could feel her breathing increase as she pressed against me.
She started to grind into me, pressing herself against my hip bone, thrusting against it. The more I begged, the more desperate I grew, the hotter she got, squirming and humping against me.
The soft whip started doing its work, barely brushing against me, barely touching, sending every nerve ending into a state of electric arousal. My cock, aching, straining, started to twitch, needing more contact than the leather could provide, inching me closer and closer to an orgasm, but not quite enough.
"Please, don't do this to me anymore Loretta, please," I begged, my voice shallow and desperate.
Her lips, pressed to my ear again, whispered. "I want to tell you," her breathing so heavy, her words so mixed with arousal, "How wet I am, how tight, how good it would feel for you to be inside me, to fuck me." She moaned, her wetness was soaking so I could feel it where she pressed against me. "Do you want that, do you want to fuck me?" She sounded as desperate as I felt.
"Yes," I cried out, "I want to fuck you, more than anything. Please, Loretta please let me fuck you." My mind was so lost. Then she started to cum, slowly at first, then turning almost violent in her thrusts and squirming.
The leather brushed down and sent me to the very edge of an orgasm, I tensed, waiting for the next sensation, anything, even a breeze would have done it.
As she finished her orgasm, she curled up close, nibbling on my earlobe, but ignoring my cock. She put the whip down. She began tracing her fingertip over my lips, touching them gently, teasingly.
She sat, quietly, holding me for a few minutes, while I whimpered, asking her over and over to help me, touch me, to let me cum. “That felt so good slave” Loretta said huskily. “I think you deserve a reward”. She moved with great efficiency and in no time had undone all of my restraints. God I felt as relieved as she stood I sat up and swung my legs off the bed to the floor.
Loretta moved to stand between my legs her magnificent breasts inches from my face her hot cunt inches from my throbbing cock.
It was then that her phone rang she pushed me away abruptly and pointed to where I was sitting. “Sit there and don’t move”. Then she left the room. I could hear her faintly on the phone.
I looked around the room and on the bed I saw the underwear Loretta had previously removed. I felt my cock twitch, as I remembered how hot she looked in them. Now I am no sicko but this was one incredibly sexy lady and I just wanted to be reminded of how good she looked. I heard her voice in the other room - she was still on the phone - so I figured I had enough time to have a look………..but for the mobility of the cordless phone. Just as I was holding her panties up, Loretta appeared in the doorway. I froze. I thought she might be offended by me handling her undies. Instead, she smirked.
She actually smirked! I dropped her underwear back on the bed, and she finished her conversation.
"Honey, I've gotta go. I've got some work to attend to." Pause. "I know you do, Baby." And then she hung up.
"Well, well, well, Mister," she said to me, still smirking.
"I, uh, I was just I was .um," I was stammering as I realised that there was nothing I could say to erase the fact that she had just walked in on me holding up a pair of her panties.
"Shhh," she said, putting one long index finger to her pink lips. "So you like to sniff girls' undies, huh?"
I was horrified. “No” I said quite offended. “I was just checking them out. You looked so sexy in them.”
"Nice try," she replied, shaking her head. "Sit on the floor." Her tone, originally teasing and mocking, had quickly become firm. “In fact, KNEEL on the floor." I did as I was told and felt that earlier erection begin to reach full hardness. I liked this side of Loretta. She sat her phone down on a table near the doorway and slowly strolled over to me. She stood directly in front of me, which placed her crotch no more than six inches from my face. With hands on hips, she coldly looked down at me. I didn't know what to do or say, but Loretta soon let me know.
"Well, go ahead," she said. I was confused. "You want to smell my pussy, don't you? Well, GO AHEAD." She was absolutely blowing my mind. I slowly leaned forward, trembling as I did so. I stopped an inch or so from her body and slowly inhaled through my nose. More than mere scent, what I really experienced was heat.
"Oh, I'm sure you're not getting the full fragrance," she said. Before grabbing my head jerking it forward. I nestled my face between her thighs and inhaled sharply. God, she smelled exquisite. I was overwhelmed not only by the succulent aroma of her perfumed pussy, but also by the warm humidity emanating from it. I could feel the nest of pubic hair as Loretta held me tight to her body.
Much too soon, she stepped back, and said, "Well, slave?"
What could I say to describe how incredible she was? How could I explain my level of arousal? Or how lucky I felt? I couldn't. I just sank to the ground in front of her and kissed her right foot, holding my lips to her pretty toes for several seconds. Loretta chuckled from somewhere deep in her throat. As she sauntered over to the bed, I followed her with my eyes, but did not move. As she reached up to let her hair down, my eyes were drawn once more to her incredible breasts, which rose along with her arms. Perfect upturned mounds of white flesh capped with stiff nipples the colour of sunsets. Her hair fell to her shoulders and as she shook it out, and her upper body shook with it, making it look like my Mistress was trembling. In reality, I was the one with the shakes. I could not BELIEVE this.
Watching me closely, she bent slightly at the waist then sat on the bed and told me to come worship her feet.
I crawled toward her and kissed the tops of her toes as Loretta lay back on the bed, spreading her legs slightly. I lifted her left foot and placing kisses over the entire front of. As she began to moan, I sucked each of her toes individually, all the while lightly stroking and teasing her flesh with my left hand. I gave the same treatment to her right foot and she moaned her approval. Emboldened, I began to kiss and lick my way up her legs, eventually coming to rest between them. By this time, her clitoris had poked its way out of its hood and I stuck my tongue out until I brushed it.
"Oooh, that's it slave," she encouraged me. "Keep doing that and I won't punish you too bad." I really didn't care how hard she punished me, but I sure didn't mind continuing to lick her pussy. I lapped up and down her lips, savouring the juices as they flowed from the inside out. I dare say she had the sweetest pussy I'd ever tasted. I could have kept this up all day . . . and it almost seemed like I did.
Loretta wrapped her legs around my head, resting her feet on my back. This had the effect of making feel as though my entire head was enclosed. I could smell, taste, and feel nothing but her wet pussy against my face, her thighs against my ears, her hands atop my head, and her feet against my back. That is, until she slipped one of her feet off of my back and worked it between my legs. She started to rub my cock, but apparently thought better of it. "Get up, panty boy," she ordered. She jumped off the bed her boobs bouncing pleasantly. She pointed to bed. “Assume the position.”
I lay on the bed hands above my head and was cuffed the same as previously. Loretta lay beside me curling up against my side again, her head resting on my hip and her hair spilling over my legs. Her fingers were again running up and down the length of my shaft, causing me to moan incoherently. "You want to make me happy, don't you Tom?" she asked, in an almost little girl voice?
I nodded, gasping at her last touch which sent my cock into small spasms.
"Well, let's play a game," I could almost see her smile as she said it. "I love games. Don't you?"
I squirmed, not answering, her stroking growing slightly faster.
"It is called the Princess and the Stable Boy," she said, still stroking rhythmically.
My heart started to race as she spoke. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who spent her days in the kingdom trying to find ways to amuse herself." She switched to gentle squeezes, massaging my aching cock now, but avoiding the pending orgasm which would have followed extended stroking. "The King and Queen, seeing she was very sad sent her a pony. But when the pony was delivered, she found it as boring as the rest of her toys. As the young stable boy was taking the pony away, she noticed that a bulge had formed in the boys pants."
The sensation stopped; there was a pause in both the stimulation and the story and then both continued. Her hand now slippery and slick, having licked it. "She reached out and took hold of the boy's cock, tugging at it at first, then releasing his pants and seeing it fully hard. The young princess's eyes lit up. 'Now that looks like a toy worthy of a Princess!'"
I started to thrust into her hand, desperate to cum.
"But the boy," she said sharply, "was greedy and too anxious, so the Princess had to stop playing until he calmed down." She pulled her hand away. I kept pumping, desperate for any sensation, which brought a fresh round of giggles. "But it did make the Princess laugh," she added.
Out of my mind, I begged, "Oh please Loretta, this is driving me crazy!"
She corrected me, very patronizingly, "You mean, 'Please Princess."
"Yes," I wailed, a wave of frustration wash over me, "Please Princess."
"But our story is just getting started, don't you want to know how it ends?" she asked playfully. "If I stop telling it now, we won't find out if the poor stable boy gets any relief. I can't promise he will, but we won't know until the end.
But I can assure you that if he interrupts Princess's story, he won't get to have any fun at all."
She sat up and winked at me. "Shall I continue?" she asked, her head tilted.
I nodded frantically.
"Well, let's see, ah yes," she continued, "The Princess found her new toy so exciting that she couldn't resist letting her hand slip between her legs, gently sliding her fingers over her wetness. She left her toy alone while she curled up tight against the stable boy, squirming and sliding along his naked body as she teased her clit and let her fingers slip inside herself."
I watched as she closed her eyes, masturbating, her breathing growing ragged and her moans growing more drawn out. I watched, expecting her to be thrown into orgasm immediately, but much to my dismay, I watched her get closer, and closer, and closer, before withdrawing her hand, raising it to massage her breasts and trace her wet fingers over her lips.
I began to whimper as I felt her pressing against me harder and harder. "My God," I thought, "she's teasing herself."
She could barely speak as she continued telling the story, fumbling for a pack of condoms; she unwrapped four and one by one, and sat them on my stomach. In the first, she squirted a large amount of a clear gel and then slowly rolled the condom on my cock, her hand gently massaging the gel into my skin. My cock felt cold. Slowly it became more and more difficult to feel her fingers. In a few seconds, I had to look down and make sure she was even touching me. My cock had gone completely numb. "The Princess decorated her new toy, and, and Oh God," she quickly added the remaining three condoms, making any sensation impossible.
"She took her new toy and slipped it inside her," she moaned as she rolled on top of me, my cock slipping inside her.
I moaned half in desire but mostly in frustration as the condoms and the gel blocked the sensation of her wet sex as it began sliding up and down my shaft.
"The Princess ordered the boy not to cum, but to pleasure her."
"No, please," I whimpered.
I watched helplessly as she began rising up and lowering herself on my cock, my mind knowing I should feel her, but my body unable to process the sensations.
"The princess," she started, throwing her hair back, fucking me harder and faster, her narrative lost in a collection of moans, turning to screams as she started to cum. As she did, some of the sensation started to return, then more, then even more, until finally I could feel her, slipping and sliding against my cock.
"Oh God," I moaned, my eyes closed as she fucked me harder and harder.
As I started to thrust back into her, she collapsed on my chest, letting my cock slip out of her.
She looked up at me, she was covered in sweat, her cheeks glowing, and her hair matted a bit against her forehead.
She added, out of breath, "The princess liked her new toy very, very much."
She slipped down, slowly peeling the condoms off, one by one. "She couldn't wait to see if the stable boy kept his word and managed not to cum while he was inside her."
She smiled up at me as the last condom was peeled off. "Such a good toy, the princess told him, giving him a little pat." She tickled that spot between my balls and the entrance to my arse, causing my cock to twitch.
She looked up at me, seriousness in her eyes. "More than anything else, the princess wanted to play with her toy over and over again. She liked making him squirm, and beg, and whimper. But more than anything else she wanted something more from him."
I looked up at her.
She smiled. Its time for the next chapter in the story ummm lets call it Breaking in the Stable Boy "
My eyes widened as I noticed she had picked up a bottle of baby oil in one hand and in the other hand she held a red plastic shopping bag.
Loretta placed the bag on the bed and slowly lay out the contents.
A pair of latex gloves.
One small ‘bullet’ vibrator, scarcely bigger than a finger.
Another one, slightly larger, with small bumps and ridges along the shaft.
A dildo, largest of the three, not so large as to be intimidating, but very lifelike
Finally, a black leather strap harness.
Loretta watched my face as my eyes travelled along the items. I said nothing for a few moments and my ears and cheeks turned pink. I opened my mouth and looked up at Loretta. I said “I…I don’t think...it’s…”
“Sshh,” She said softly, sitting next to me, placing a finger to my lips. Loretta kissed me and her hand moved down to my lap. As she suspected, my hardness contradicted my attempts at protest. “I want this and I think you do to.” She said. “If you’re just not interested, I can always leave,” she shrugged coyly, knowing she wasn’t going anywhere.
She reached over me and undid the leather cuffs. I smiled sheepishly rubbing my wrists. She held my aching cock firmly in her hand. It was throbbing. “So what do you say, baby?” She whispered, nuzzling my ear. “Am I staying or going?”
“Staying.” I almost whispered. “You are most definitely staying.”
Loretta smiled. “I thought as much.”
Loretta held my hand and walked around to the side of the bed pulling my arm with her twisting my torso til I was forced to roll onto my stomach. “It’s really important that you be as relaxed as possible,” She said, ”so I want you to lay comfortably and I’m just going to rub your back a bit first, okay?”
I nodded, resting my head on the pillow. Loretta took her time kneading my shoulders, and neck, working her way down to my lap, I was moaning softly into the pillow. Her palms and fingers continued along my spine to my lower back and she leant forward to plant small kisses along the trail. As she worked lower her hands begin to caress and squeeze my buttocks, and she let her tongue play teasingly at the top of my crack. I groaned and she gently pried my cheeks apart, letting her fingers slip down further to just graze across my tight puckered hole. A louder groan this time as I felt my whole body stiffen slightly, and then relax again.
Loretta nipped one of my cheeks playfully, and then probed with her finger a bit more firmly. I gasped.
“Come up on your knees for me,” She commanded firmly but tenderly, rubbing over my back lightly with one hand as I did what I was told. Loretta said “You are so fully exposed to me now, so vulnerable. This is so exciting. I have an urge to bite you, force myself upon you, treat you roughly, but I will save that for another time, when this is more familiar territory. For now I just want to please you, to show your body a new kind of pleasure you only dared think possible in your most private thoughts.”
She traced her fingers over my upturned asshole a few more times, then let one of her thumbs lazily circle it as she reach for the gloves with her other hand. As she slid one on she snapped it loudly for effect. I lifted my head and turned to face her, my mind full of a mix of anticipation, lust and fear. “Don’t look so worried?” She said, grinning.
“I am worried” I said in a hoarse whisper. Loretta lay down for a moment, her face close to mine. “Yes. It’s different and it’s a little scary and it’s fantastic. And it’s also going to hurt a little bit, but in the best possible way, because it’s going to feel so good and it’s so bad all at the same time and it’s worth it,” She told me encouragingly.
She went back to her knees behind me and opened the bottle of baby oil, holding the opening at the top of my crack and watched a few drops roll tantalizingly down. She smeared the oil around a bit with a fingertip, and then pressed slowly and consistently against my sphincter. It slid into the ring fairly easily and she started to move it in and out slowly as my breath quickened, “aaah, aaah, aaah.” With her free hand Loretta reached for the smaller vibrator and turned it on. These little ones are small but powerful and can vibrate pretty intensely. She started it at a lower speed and pressed the tip to my perineum, just below her finger sliding in and out of me, my body jerked as the vibes hit me and my arse contracted for a second around her finger with the sensation. “Do you like that?” She asked. I just pressed my face into the pillow. I was unsure if I liked it or not. The vibrations felt fantastic on my balls and her finger, whilst wasn’t painful was somewhat uncomfortable. The events of the evening so far had made me almost delirious. “Do you like that?” She said more insistently. I raised my head and nodded. “Good, I assure you, it’s going to keep getting better.” She said.
Loretta removed her finger, turned the bullet up a notch or two and brought the tip of it to my anus, leaving it for a few seconds, taking it away, leaving it, taking it away. I moaned and my hips pushed back involuntarily each time she removed it. She tormented me like this for a few moments, working me into a state of desperation. My cock was drooling precum on the bed below my belly. If I didn’t cum soon my balls were going to explode. Loretta finally decided I was ready and increased the vibrations to maximum and sunk it into my anus in one easy stroke. Bringing a stifled gasp from the pillow. Instead of sliding it in and out she used a few fingers to guide the exposed end of the vibrator in a circle, letting the vibrations do their job. She kept this going for a few minutes, allowing me to get used to the sensations.
I couldn’t help it I had to cum, but Loretta noticed my hand moving down to stroke my cock and she quickly pulled my wrist away. “No. Not yet.” She then slid up my back straddling me. I could feel her wet pussy sliding up my back. She grabbed both my wrists raising them once more to the cuffs and once again she secured them there.
She slid back down to between my legs and took the small vibrator out of my arse and applied a little more lube. This time she worked two fingers into me, slowly but surely. I started to sweat and small grunts came from my throat as the rings of muscle stretched to accommodate them. Loretta cupped and squeezed my balls gently while her fingers moved in and out of my expanding asshole. She quickly pulled out her fingers and replaced them with the second vibrator, easing it in carefully as I wailed into the cushion and pushed my hips back against her hand. She chuckled. “Look at you now, you little butt slut!” She teased as she turned the ring on the toy to start the vibrations. My response was a muted whimper. She began to work the shaft slowly and deliberately in and out of me, imagining how utterly delectable those bumps and ridges felt as they slipped and slid over those most sensitive folds of my delicate tissue. Her pace increased as she reamed me faster, faster, savouring my long low moans as her hand pumped the thing into me wildly.
“Please,” I begged breathlessly, “please…make me cum” She ignored this and kept plunging the vibrator into my arse a while longer as my pleas turned again to moans, then abruptly she withdrew it. “No!” I heard myself wail into the pillow. My hips bucked at the sudden emptiness.
“You want more, don’t you,” Loretta purred, running her fingertip oh-so-lightly up and down along my crack, pausing occasionally to push just the very tip in and out again. My response was muffled. “I can’t hear you baby, what was that?”
“Yes.” I turned my head to the side, my face flushed and sweating. “Please, yes, I want more.”
Loretta reached for the dildo and harness. “What is it you want more of?”
Her eyes never left my face as she slipped the dildo into the harness.
“You know.” I said sheepishly.
She smiled and pulled the glove off, then began to fasten the harness around her hips. “Yes, I do know. But I want to hear you say It.”
“I … I want…”
The strap that passed between her legs had a shortish but thick built-in shaft that she slid into her pussy as she secured the strap. She closed her eyes for a minute enjoying the feeling of the shaft inside her. She held the protruding dildo in her hand; the small knobs of rubber on the strap pressing against her clit caused her to shiver. “Want what?”
“I want…you…to…fuck…my ass,” I finally stammered, very quietly.
“Say it louder.”
“Really Loretta. Do we have to do this?” I asked. “No. Not if you don’t want to cum.” She smirked.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” I said, with much more conviction.
“Don’t you think you ought to say please?”
“Please Loretta, please fuck my ass!”
“Why?” She teased. “Are you my slut?”
“YES “I stammered. “Yes Loretta I am your little slut now PLEASE fuck my arse”
“Well no I don’t think I will” she said as she got up of the bed.”
Loretta moved around til she was sitting on the bed between my arms, above my head. I looked up to see the lifelike rubber cock inches from my face.
“Well my little slut if you want it first you have to earn it. Lick it suck it. Come on slut suck my cock.”
My head was spinning. I didn’t know what to do. I was bound and at the mercy of this lady. I moved my head forward and licked the head of her ‘cock’. “mmm” She moaned that’s it . “Good girl” she cooed as I actually took the knob of her cock in my mouth. What the fuck I thought it’s not as though I have much choice (and to be honest I was enjoying this a little too much for my liking)
I now what I like when my cock is being sucked and I tried to do my best to give a great head job. I began bobbing my head taking more and more of her cock into my mouth.
“Wow who would have thought you were such a good little cocksucker” Loretta taunted me. Then she grabbed a handful of my hair holding my head still and began to buck her hips. God she is fucking my face! “Yes you little slut you do luv to suck cock don’t you? She asked, laughing.
Her hips kept driving her cock deeper into my mouth till I gagged. She then withdrew a little before pushing forward again. My nostrils were flared as took deep breaths through my nose.
My mouth was aching but she seemed oblivious I guess the power trip was urging her on or maybe he clit was being massaged by her actions. To be honest, I didn’t care! The feeling of having her cock in my mouth was so fucking’ erotic, my cock was throbbing. I was really getting into this. I wanted to please Loretta.
Suddenly she pulled her cock from my mouth, and stood up. “That was hot” She said, you are full of surprises bitch”
Loretta moved back to her position behind me. (Although my jaw was aching I was a little disappointed not to pleasuring her cock.
Loretta moved again to kneel closer behind me and started smearing a handful of lube on the latex cock which was now shiny with my saliva. She rested the oiled pole between my cheeks. Then pushed the end down, causing pressure against my tense and ready hole.
“You want it slut?” she asked?
“You know I do” I replied. “Do it Mistress fuck me now!”
“Well how can I refuse such a polite request?” She giggled.
I felt her press the head of her synthetic cock against my arsehole both of which were by now well lubed. She groaned low throaty as she forced her hips forward pushing the head into my arse. She slowly withdrew then pushed it back in, stretching me again, feeling it press into the second ring of muscle as I groaned and sobbed. As the second ring yielded to the pressure and expanded to accommodate the girth, I screamed feeling agony and ecstasy, the piercing pain and the pure pleasure that I was caught in. Loretta sank the full length of it into me. It wasn’t huge but it felt immense to me. The rod inside her and the bumps against her clit worked her further into a state as she slowly pumped her hips back and forth, pulling out almost to the tip and then easing back in, I couldn’t believe the guttural animal noises escaping my throat. She pulled back and applied more lube to my arsehole as it strained around the dildo and then started slamming into me more aggressively. Her hand reached under me to grasp my aching, throbbing cock and I roared. Loretta pumped it with her oily hand as she fucked my virgin ass, squeezing the base of my cock each time the probe pushed into the furthest point. My body was shaking as I got closer to the edge. Loretta’s pussy was creaming, grinding into me as she felt her own orgasm rising through her body.
My howls and grunts spurred her into it as she thrust into me with all her strength. I realised that some of the moans were hers as she came in delicious, powerful waves. I felt my balls contract painfully and my cock twitch as I spurted thick gobs of cum into her cupped palm, some shooting past it to the bed below. I almost passed out with pleasure and pure relief. I came for what seemed like ages.
Slowly, slowly, Loretta eased back. The head of the dildo made a soft wet popping noise as she tugged it gently out past the raw, tight ring. I groaned at feeling the emptiness once again and collapsed exhausted.
Loretta leaned forward, pulled my head back gently by the hair with one hand and brought the other cum-filled one to my mouth. “Lick it all off stud” she cooed in my ear. “What” I exclaimed. “No way” She reached behind and brought her palm down hard on my ass cheek. This really stung. “I can’t mistress” I replied. “I’ve never eaten cum before”. “Please mistress I’m not gay I don’t think I will like
This was going to far now. Sure I sucked her fake cock but I wasn’t going to swallow cum even if it was my own.
Again she stung my arse cheek with her hand and pulled my hair harder pulling my head back further.
“Please mistress I can’t eat cum”.
“Do it” she said as pulled my hair harder causing my eyes to water tilting my head til my mouth was over her palm. I inhaled the salty musky smell of my cum. I hesitatingly began to lick my own cum off her fingers. Loretta smirked to herself as I licked and sucked the last of the cum from her fingers one by one.
“There, that wasn’t too bad was it slut” she said. “You are so easy”.
Loretta lay down beside me, smiling at my glazed, dazed, satisfied expression. She brushed her hand through my hair and leaned closer and kissed me. Her kiss was deep and passionate, she forced her tongue into my mouth as if to lick my cum off my own tongue.
My head was spinning the events of the past few hours were making me dizzy. My god what have I become? Thoughts racing through my mind. I felt like crying, I felt elated, I felt ashamed, I felt released.
I must of dozed off …………………………………
To be continued