The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “What?!”Angie sat bolt upright and clutched a sheet to her chest. It was a stupid gesture. Marc had seen her naked plenty of times. He’d fucked her.

  Grinning, Lisa pointed to the small camera sitting on the shelf where Lisa and Marc had a television mounted along with some other AV equipment. “A little voyeurism is fun.”

  “Is he watching right now?” Angie squinted at the little blue light under the camera.

  “No way to tell. I can call him and ask.” She was looking down at the toy in her hands. It looked like a medium sized blue vibrator or dildo that had some straps attached. “Do you want him to watch?” She looked up at Angie with a wicked grin on her face. Angie got the distinct impression that perhaps Marc and Lisa had played this game before.

  “Um. No. Can you turn it off?”

  Lisa shrugged. “Sure.” She unplugged the power cord to the small camera and turned it face down on the shelf. “Better?”

  “Yes.” Angie still looked around nervously while Lisa continued to fiddle with her toy. She wondered if there were other hidden cameras and if they had been recording, but she didn’t want to upset Lisa by asking about it. “What are you doing?”

  The other woman looked up at her and said, “Just getting my strapon adjusted so I can properly fuck you.”

  It only then occurred to Angie to take a look at what Lisa had been doing. While she had been in a mild panic about the camera, Lisa had put the straps around her hips, waist, and thighs. They formed a network that neatly held the blue vibrator in place over her crotch. It jutted upward at a mild angle. Angie knew what she was looking at, but it still seemed odd to see someone actually wearing a strapon. It wasn’t really sexy, it was more utilitarian.

  “Oh,” said Angie. “That doesn’t look…comfortable.” She didn’t know what else to say.

  “No, it’s very comfortable,” Lisa said. She lightly held the light blue phallus with the fingers of her left hand. “There’s a little base that goes up inside my pussy. Helps keep it in place.”

  There were a million questions that Angie wanted to ask, chief among them being who Lisa had used the strapon with before. Another woman? Another couple? Marc? Was Marc into pegging? Did she walk around with it on for her own amusement.

  “It’s not exactly a real cock, is it?” she said lamely.

  Lisa smiled at her and approached the bed. “Not exactly. But it’s the best we can do given the circumstances. Now, how do you want me to fuck you?” she asked. “Missionary? Doggy? Cowgirl?”

  It was easy to imagine that the two of them could imitate any position normally used by a man and a woman. Angie ran through the possibilities in her head and realized she didn’t want to be in control and she didn’t want to have to look Lisa in the eye while they were trying this. “Doggy,” she said having quickly made the decision. “It’s my favorite.”

  That was a lie, but Angie was an accomplished liar. She didn’t have a favorite position, but rather ran through a variety of different ones that worked best with each of her lovers.

  “Great. Turn over and get on your hands and knees.”

  Doing as Lisa said, Angie actually got down on her elbows, pushing her ass up into the air and spreading her thighs wide enough for easy access from any lover. Kneeling behind her, Lisa caressed her pussy, feeling Angie’s wet, swollen lips.

  “Oh shit, you’re really wet,” she exclaimed. “I was certain I was going to have to get out some lube.”

  Biting her lip, Angie tried not to giggle. She didn’t want to sound like an inexperienced virginal school girl. “I’ve never had a problem with that.”

  “Okay, hold still. I sometimes have trouble getting this in. It’s not like it’s actually part of me.” Angie could feel Lisa probing with the head of the dildo. She reached back between her legs and helped her friend guide the toy in. There was little difficulty. Sometimes Angie was sure that her body was built for sex and had no other purpose in life. It wasn’t a bad purpose.

  “Fuck. You really want this, don’t you,” Lisa said as she slowly pulled back and penetrated her friend deeper and deeper with each stroke.

  “Fuck yes,” Angie moaned. Lisa’s fake cock wasn’t as good as Rob’s—nothing was—and it wasn’t as thick as Marc’s, but she knew it was there and it was what she needed right then and there.

  As Lisa started thrusting her hips, Angie could occasionally feel the straps against her skin. But that was fine. She liked how Lisa took control of the situation and once a good rhythm was established, Lisa held onto her hips, directing her.

  “Hold on a second,” Lisa muttered.

  The pause annoyed Angie because she was quickly approaching a very nice orgasm. She felt Lisa’s hand between their bodies, and suddenly there was a pleasant buzzing and pulsing in her pussy. The sensation quickly spread through her body.

  “Oh fuck,” she moaned.

  “It’s just a little vibrator,” Lisa said, grabbing onto her hips and resuming their rhythm.

  Getting fucked by a woman with a fake cock wasn’t exactly like getting fucked by a man with a biological cock, but it was pleasant enough as sex went. The angle was a little weird and the lack of hair on Lisa’s body was a definite difference between her and Marc or Rob—along with the face that Lisa wasn’t nearly as muscular as either man—but it was better than not getting fucked at all. However, the vibrator made up for a lot of what was normally missing.

  If nothing else, it was a new, fun experience and it didn’t take much for Angie to begin gasping and then it was as if her body got away from her. The orgasm that took control of her made her shriek with delight. The orgasm slowly faded away and she was let out a long, satisfied groan. Once it was over she realized that Lisa’s vibrating cock was still inside her, but Lisa slipped it out and clicked the button to turn it off. A silence filled the bedroom before either of them dared speak.

  “Did you cum?” Angie asked shyly.

  Lisa collapsed next to her. The harness and phallus were still on her hips. “Oh yeah. You couldn’t see it, of course, and you were so loud you covered up any noises I was making.”

  Angie giggled. “Sorry. You didn’t say I had to be quiet.”

  “You didn’t have to be.” Lisa stroke her hair and gave her a kiss.

  “It’s hard to tell with a woman most of the time. I mean, with a man, if he cums, he ejaculates and you know he’s done.”

  “Yeah, but I can cum and cum again,” said Lisa.

  “Me too. It makes you wonder why lesbianism isn’t more popular.”

  They both laughed at that.

  “You should really invite Rob over to be with us, with me and Marc and you,” Lisa said abruptly.

  After looking at her friend, her friend who had just fucked her and whose husband regularly fucked her as well, Angie said, “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

  “Why not? You should really stop lying to him about fucking around on him.”

  Angie winced. “Yeah. I know. But…it’s complicated.”

  “Only because you’re making it complicated.”

  Angie rolled to her side and displayed her boobs to Lisa. “You know he caught me fucking Marc. I agreed to stop and to make it up for him, I’d let him make me lactate again.”

  “Yeah, that’s kind of twisted.”

  Angie ignored her. “And I was supposed to stop fucking Marc. And I probably shouldn’t be fucking you either. He doesn’t know about you.”

  “I bet he’d be pretty turned on if he knew you were fucking a woman. Most men are into bisexual women. They love watching us fuck.”

  Although she nodded, Angie said, “I can’t. I’ve been lying to him for too long. I can’t just confess everything now. He’ll hate me.”

  “When do you plan on stopping fucking us?” Lisa asked sharply. “And when you stop fucking us, are you going to find someone else to fuck? You need to get your life in order, Ang.”

  Angie didn’t say anything. She knew Lisa was right, but she couldn�
�t stop herself from cheating on her husband.

  Chapter Eight

  “I got you a present,” said Rob as he walked into the bedroom. It was late at night, but Angie was still awake, waiting for him to come home. The kids were asleep so they had some time together without having to worry about being interrupted.

  “A present?” she asked with a touch of nervousness in her voice. With Rob that could be anything, and based on her latest behavior, she deserved whatever she got. While she hadn’t been sleeping, she had been close to the edge of slumber, only half-watching what was happening on the television screen.

  He held up a manila envelope and shook out what looked like a five-by-seven card that had a small chain attached to it. At first she thought it was some cheap bit of jewelry that didn’t deserve an actual jewelry box, but when he flipped over the card and displayed it to her, Angie was even more puzzled. She didn’t understand what she was looking at.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  Rob chuckled at her. “You suddenly can’t read?”

  Angie had been focusing on the strange clasps and the rather thick chain rather than the cardstock. Once she flicked her eyes upward, they widened in surprise. “Nipple clamps?” she gasped. “Where did you get that?”

  “Does it matter?” he asked as he started to detach the clamps from the cardstock. The two clamps were held together by a short silver chain. It looked silver, at least, but Angie figured it had to be some type of steel, or maybe cheap nickel.

  “Well, no…but you don’t expect me to wear them, do you?”

  He didn’t answer her directly. “Take off your nightshirt,” he told her.

  “You can’t be serious,” she said.

  “I am.” He had removed the clamps and chain from the card and now dangled them from his fingers. “You aren’t going to say no, are you? It’s been all day since I’ve seen you. Your tits must be full.”

  As it was, Angie was uncomfortable with the fullness of her breasts. Though she wasn’t making a huge amount of milk, it was enough to keep them full and hard. She always looked forward to when Rob came home and nursed from her. It was a lovely feeling…and now he wanted to make her suffer more before he gave her any relief. That was, if he gave her any relief at all.

  “How the fuck are you going to nurse from me if I’m wearing those…those things?!”

  “You can wear one at a time,” he said. “They’re sold in pairs. Get your shirt off.”

  He was implying he’d nurse and the more she thought about it, the more dangerous and more fun it seemed. Silently she pulled the nightshirt over her head and pulled her shoulders back, pushing out her tits with pride.

  Rob’s smile was thin. She wasn’t sure if he was happy she gave in or if he was happy that he was going to inflict pain on her. He fiddled with one of the clamps for a moment. There was a little screw that apparently adjusted the tension, and then placed it on her nipple, pulling it forward enough so that the pink, swollen bit of flesh protruded through the rubber-coated jaws. When he tightened the screw the pressure suddenly increased and Angie gasped in surprise and pain.

  It didn’t actually hurt that much. That was the surprising part. Angie was certain that her nipples had been pinched much harder during sex. There was a certain comfort to the pressure and she could feel pressure building. It was sort of sexy and sort of stressful, almost like learning to walk the correct way in high heels.

  “Lay back,” Rob said, pushing on her shoulders. As she moved, she felt the weight of the chain and the unused clamp pulling down on her clamped nipple. It was almost nice. There was a thrill building within her body because of it. One she was laying down, Rob was on top of her, attaching his mouth to her breast and sucking happily away.

  “Oh yes,” she sighed happily. The feeling of her milk flowing out of her right breast but being blocked on her left was strange. Rob had suckled from her before while pinching one nipple, but this was much stronger. There was real pain involved. “Keep going,” she encouraged him.

  Rob sucked and swallowed as fast as he could. The sweetness of her milk was his addiction. Maybe it was all in his mind, but what she made for him was better than any other food he could imagine. It wasn’t a real physical addiction, he knew, but it felt like one.

  “Slow down,” she murmured to him, running her fingers through his hair, but he didn’t. He kept going. Rob was all but pinning her down with his weight, one hand holding her arm to the mattress and the other on her side, holding the loose chain of the clamps against her side.

  It felt wonderful how he was draining her because of the sexual charge it gave it. Maybe she shouldn’t have allowed lactation to become a sexual act between them, but that was long past and her tits were the most sexual organ in her body, more than her pussy or her brain.

  Without Angie realizing it, her breathing had become fast and shallow. Rob pulled back from her nipple, leaving it wet and swollen to the point of redness. “Are you going to cum?” he asked her.

  Angie’s eyes snapped open. “Fuck. Not now. Why’d you stop?”

  “You went dry,” he told her flatly. Reaching for the clamp on her left nipple he asked, “Are you ready?”

  Looking down at her breast, Angie saw that her clamped nipple had gone dark red, almost purple, from the restricted flow of blood to the precious little piece of flesh. It throbbed dully, but she wasn’t in pain. “Oh fuck, it’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” she asked.

  Rob smiled. There was a predatory look on his face. “Probably. Are you ready?”

  Her breathing was still fast and shallow. “No.” It was the best thing she could have said, but the clamp couldn’t remain no her nipple for the rest of her life.

  Grabbing the clamp, Rob steadied it and spun the small screw to release the pressure. The jaws opened and Angie felt the blood rushing back into the nipple and she gasped and whined at the stream of pain. “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts,” she whined.

  “Mm-hmm,” Rob agreed. Angie had grabbed her breast, holding it to help with the pain. She barely noticed that Rob was lining up the other clamp with her right nipple. She felt the tug on her breast, him drawing out her nipple to fit it between the jaws of the clamp.

  “No no no,” she insisted. “What are you doing?”

  “Clamping your nipple,” he said coolly. “What do you think I’m doing?”

  She knew she should have said no, but she didn’t. Angie just watched while he made sure the jaws were firmly set before he let go. The pain was gentle at first and Angie was certain she could deal with it. There was the now-familiar weight and tug of the chain on her nipple when Rob pushed aside her hand to get at her left nipple.

  “What are you doing?” she repeated.

  This time Rob didn’t answer. He just lowered his mouth to her nipple and started sucking. She thought the pain would be too much. It wasn’t. There was a certain soreness, but his firm sucking was actually a pleasant change from the fiery pain. Almost immediately she felt her milk letting down and flowing through her swollen nipple. It felt good and she felt the unmistakable wonder that she was heading toward orgasm. It hurt, but the cure was great pleasure. It was almost too much and Angie started pushing her hand down to her pussy, but Rob grabbed her wrist and kept it away.

  “No…” she whined.

  But he kept holding her down and sucking on her nipple. It was a struggle. She wanted to cum but she couldn’t. There was more than enough sensation, but she had already cum too many times with Lisa earlier in the day and she couldn’t. Rob held her down, not letting her masturbate, while he nursed her dry.

  “I want to cum,” she whined to him when he lifted up his head. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Rob considered her request. “I’ll fuck you, but only if you wear the nipple clamps,” he told her.

  Angie’s eye went wide. At first she was excited by his agreement, but then she realized she’d have to wear the clamps while he fucked her. That sounded both painful and thrilling, but she wasn’
t sure she could do it.

  “I…I don’t think that I can,” she said, her voice shaking. “It’ll hurt too much.” Without wanting it to happen, a tear slid out the side of her eye. In the dim light of the bedroom, she was reasonably certain that Rob didn’t see it, but she didn’t dare try to wipe it away lest he realized how hard he was pushing her.

  “I won’t make them too tight,” he promised her. “Just enough to keep them on. Just enough so that you feel them when I’m fucking you.” He reached across her body and tugged gently on the clamp that still remained on her nipple. That jolted Angie. She had half-forgotten it was on. Already it seemed like a part of her. “You’re already wearing one. Why not the other?”

  Angie just lay on the bed, breathing. She wanted to say no. She wanted him to make any other request, but she remained silent.

  Stupidly she did nothing while he adjusted the screw on the free clamp and then fitted it over her nipple. When he started it was soft and relaxed, but the moment the cool metal touched her flesh again, it became hard which made it very simple for him to slip the clamp into place and she found her flesh trapped. Both nipples were under the harsh pressure of the clamps and she didn’t know what to do with herself.

  Rob pushed on her hip. “Roll over. I want you on all fours so I can fuck you from behind. I want you to feel the weight of the clamps pulling on your tits.

  It was an obscene request, but she went along with it. Angie moved carefully, not wanting the clamps to pull too harshly on her nipple. Only when she got on her hands and knees did she remember that she was still wearing her satin purple panties. That was enough to let another tear slide out of her eyes. Getting the panties off would be too much movement, too much pain.

  But Rob was there and he knew what needed to be done. He pulled the panties over her ass, exposing her buttocks and pussy. When they got down to her knees, it was easy to lift one and then the other so that she was fully naked. Maybe it would have been easiest on her if she had gone down on her elbows—like she had with Lisa—so that her tits could rest against mattress, but Rob wanted her on hands and knees. She knew he wanted her to feel the tug and the weight of the clamps.