The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Basil only needed one more thrust to blow his load. He would have preferred to do it in directly into her pussy, but the condom was better than not getting off at all.

  Dorothy was thrilled with his enthusiasm at cumming and how it seemed to last forever. “Wow.”

  “I…I told you it’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman.”

  She gave him an unexpected kiss. “And why is that?”

  “Ex-wife. Not a good breakup.”

  “Is it ever?”

  “No, but you don’t want me to talk about my ex.”

  “Maybe I do. Why’d it end between the two of you?”

  Basil knew they were veering into dangerous territory. “Combination of things,” he hedged.

  “That’s not an answer. Do you want to know why I broke up with my last boyfriend?”

  “That’s different,” Basil countered. “Boyfriend or girlfriend isn’t the same as wife or husband.”

  “He was cheating on me,” she said, not hearing his words.

  “Oh. Yeah. My wife was cheating on me too.”

  “Is that a lie? Are you just making up the most convenient lie?”

  “No, no. I assure you. She was cheating on me…with another woman.”

  “Huh. My boyfriend was cheating on me with another woman too.”

  He frowned at her joke and rolled off her, careful to keep the condom on his softening cock. “Probably not the same woman,” he said.

  “Probably not. Do you have any idea when she figured out she was a lesbian?”

  “When Marci figured out her new girlfriend was a lesbian? Probably right away.”

  Punching him lightly in the shoulder, Dorothy said, “Don’t be obnoxious. When your ex-wife figured out she was a lesbian.”

  “I don’t think she has. At least not yet. Maybe. If anything she’s bi. Or maybe she’s just put off men now. After me.”

  Dorothy pulled back a bit. “It wasn’t a violence thing, was it?”

  “No, no. It was a bunch of the usual bullshit.” He got up out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. “It was mostly sex.”

  She called to him from the bedroom as he pulled off the condom and tossed it in the toilet before flushing and washing his hands. “That makes sense, seeing she’s at least bi, right? And her cheating. Although…there are plenty of men out there that would have thought that would give them the opening to the perfect three-way with the wife and another woman.”

  Basil flipped on the bathroom light and looked at his naked body before heading back to the bedroom. His cock looked normal. No way to tell it had been in a cage for three days just before their second date. “The woman she is with now is pure lesbian and hates me.”

  “Leave the light on,” said Dorothy as she got out of the bed. “I need to pee.”

  He stared at her tits as she walked into the small bathroom and he couldn’t look away.

  She caught him staring—the bathroom was suddenly very crowded—and gave him a cocksure grin. “Look, I know we just fucked and all, but I still like to pee in private. Call it my one sexual hangup.”

  “Just the one?”

  “Get out,” she said smiling and pointing to the bathroom.

  He followed her orders. He always followed the orders of a beautiful naked woman, especially if he was naked.

  After a minute she opened the bathroom door and returned to the bed where he was lounging. Dorothy practically launched herself at him and landed atop his body, making half the air rush out of his lungs. “I’m still horny,” she declared. “Wanna go again.”

  “I think you just killed me,” he groaned.

  “Does your cock still work?” she asked. “That’s all I’m really interested in right now.”

  “I think so,” he muttered as her hand went down between his legs. He was soft but he knew that wouldn’t last very long. “Can I ask you a question first?”

  “Sure. As long as it’s not about my ex-boyfriend.”

  “Why did you get your nipples pierced?”

  Glancing down at her chest, Dorothy checked out the barbells that went through both her nipples. They weren’t especially large or prominent, the barbells or her nipples, but the barbells were silver with little balls on the end with scrollwork to make them look like flowers.

  “I was recently out of college and wanted to do something wild that would upset my then-boyfriend and my family.”

  “Why?”

  “Because he was a jerk and a religious hypocrite.”

  “Oh.”

  “I never told my family.” She cleared her throat and busied her hand on his cock. “It worked on him, though. He broke up with me for being a slut.”

  “You were a slut?”

  “Only sluts get their nipples pierced.”

  “That doesn’t make any sense.”

  “That’s good, it means you’re not a religious hypocrite. Now do you want to fuck or talk about my nipple piercings?”

  “Can’t we do both?”

  “Not if my mouth is full of your cock,” she said and lowered her warm mouth down on his semi-turgid cock. It quickly got fully turgid after a few seconds.

  Before all the blood rushed out of his brain, Basil had two more questions. “Two more questions. First, why haven’t you taken them out. And did you know that I’ve never dated anyone with nipple piercings.”

  Dorothy sucked hard as she backed off his cock which caused him to shiver with delight. “Second point first: no. First point last: I kind of like them.”

  “So do I,” he admitted.

  She rolled over and grabbed her purse to pull out another condom. “Now can we shut up and fuck?”

  “Yes.” Basil did have one other question. He wanted to know how many condoms she had in her purse.

  Chapter Three

  Three. The answer was three. They used two that night and the last one in the morning. She allowed him to go down on her twice more giving her a series of orgasms. When Dorothy offered to give him a blowjob to completion because they were all out of condoms, he demurred.

  “I don’t think I can get it up again anyway.”

  “Tonight then?” she asked a little too eagerly.

  “Sure. That’ll give me time to recharge.”

  “Great!” she said brightly before rolling out of the bed and heading to the shower. “We’ll call tonight date number three. That’s the date where you have to reveal all the ugly truths about yourself. Brace yourself, you don’t want to know about my family.”

  Although he knew that Dorothy meant it as a fun and playful way to look forward to their next date, Basil couldn’t help but think about what he was going to tell her. After spending way too much time online browsing chastity forums (because where else was he going to go to discuss his kink? It’s not like it was a common topic at any bar or other person to person location) he knew that waiting way too long to reveal his kink would only and inevitably end in disaster. He had gotten exceedingly lucky with Marci when she went along with his kink, but that was because she was looking for something else to satisfy her sexuality and was willing to indulge in him. Ultimately it wasn’t what she wanted and—rightfully—left him.

  There was no way that he would get lucky a second time. Telling Dorothy was the right thing to do, but that didn’t make it any easier because the negative outcome was much more like. The best he could hope for was that she found him disgusting and never wanted to speak to him again. Worst case was that she would blab his kink to everyone she knew. Again, Marci had been a good wife and a better ex-wife. She had only told Liz about his fetish, but who had she told?

  He resigned himself to their short affair ending and quickly made peace with it. The only thing to consider was how to drop the headsman’s axe. He could just tell her what he liked to do in a normal conversation and have her walk away or he could put on his cage, go on the date, give her his key, and drop his pants. That seemed the creepy way to do it. Instead, he just brought the cage along on the date. With the k
ey because he wasn’t an idiot.

  They didn’t bother to go to a restaurant or bar. She invited him over to her place. It was a nice apartment. “My roommate is out. We have the place to ourselves for the night.” Dorothy had laid out some cheese and crackers along with some wine.

  “I haven’t had a roommate in…well, a long time. Less time if you count an ex.”

  “Splitting expenses is the only way to go.” She took a sip of her wine and blurted out, “I like to be spanked.”

  Basil tried not to choke on his cracker. “What?” he managed to say between bursts of coughing.

  “I promised to reveal my kinks,” she said. “Sometimes I like to be spanked during sex. It’s not a big thing but it really gets me going.”

  “I…see.”

  “A boyfriend gave me a drunken spanking on my twenty-fifth birthday,” she went on. “And I liked it way too much. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t need it all the time, but when it’s done right, I love it.”

  “That’s…adorable?” he said cautiously. “And not that strange really. Lots of people are into spanking. It’s only a problem if it becomes the center of your life, your sex life.” He cleared his throat. “That’s how I understand it, at least.”

  “Right,” she agreed, a smug grin on her face. “So what’s your kink? I’ve shown you mine, now you show me yours.”

  Basil froze. It was worse than being paralyzed. For once in his life he truly understood what it was like to have his cock inside a cage from which it couldn’t move. It was awful.

  It was also scary and exciting and he had to do it.

  “You’re not going to like it,” he warned her.

  Dorothy shrugged. “Let me be the judge of that.”

  “I’m going to remind you, you asked.”

  “Now you’re making me nervous,” she said with a grin, not seeming the least bit nervous. “What are you into, necrophilia or bestiality?”

  “Neither,” he said and took in a breath, preparing himself. “Enforced chastity.”

  Showing great self-control, Dorothy waited a second before saying, “What’s that?”

  “Remember,” he said one more time, “you asked.” Basil reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the chastity cage he normally wore on his cock and displayed it to her. In essence, it looked like a tiny dick with a small padlock attached. He felt foolish, but this was the time to end their relationship if it wasn’t going to go where he wanted it.

  “You like to wear this on your…” Dorothy trailed off. She reached out for the cage but then stopped with her hand halfway to it, awkwardly holding it there.

  “Yes.”

  She nodded once. “Okay, yeah. That is kinky. And you take it off before sex.”

  “Actually, the idea is that I get to wear it as long as possible and my keyholder only releases me when I’ve earned the privilege to have sex.” He met her gaze for a minute. “It takes a strong personality to be a keyholder.”

  “I can see that. So it’s sort of like a dom-sub relationship?”

  “Ah…yeah.” He was pleased with her quick and accurate assessment of enforced chastity.

  Dorothy abruptly snapped her fingers. “That’s how you got so good at eating pussy,” she declared.

  “Yeah.”

  “How long would your wife make you wear it?” Dorothy was feeling bolder now and she reached up and grabbed the cage from Basil’s hand.

  “She didn’t so much make me wear it,” he said. “I wanted to wear it. She was just the one in charge of deciding when I got to take it off.”

  “That would make for a strange sexual relationship. The center of your kink is not having sex.”

  “Yeah…that and Marci’s bisexuality is what led to my divorce.”

  Dorothy nodded, barely hearing him. She was already five steps down the path of where their relationship was going. “So what you’re telling me is that if I stick with you, I’m going to be getting a lot less dick than what I was hoping for. But on the upside, I’ll also be getting all the oral love I could possibly want. And I’ll be in charge of your dick.”

  “Well, if I want to make you my keyholder,” Basil said nervously, suddenly realizing that Dorothy was far too into the idea.

  She ignored his words. “Can I put it on you right now?” she asked. “Or can I watch you put it on? I’m glad we’re at my place. I mean, a good fucking is all well and good, but sometimes I cum better from my vibrator than from any man’s cock. I can’t wait to show you my collection.” Her eyes fell on the lock and she poked at it. “Where’s the key? How can I help?”

  Her eagerness was so overwhelming and Basil didn’t know what to think or do. Almost automatically he dug into his pocket and pulled out the small key on the plain leather fob and handed it over to her. He could recognize his submissive qualities coming out and he wasn’t at all sure if Dorothy was dominant or was just eager. Even so, he couldn’t resist obeying her.

  She unlocked the tiny padlock and slipped it free, letting the two pieces of the cage come apart. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing. Sorry. Can I watch you put it on? Please. No, wait. You need to take off your pants and put it on for me.” She didn’t say it in some authoritative voice, but firmly like a teacher instructing a student and with a tone that brooked no disobedience.

  Basil obeyed. He unbuckled his pants and opened them up, pushing them and his underwear down. He was glad he was soft. Sometimes the moment of realizing he was going to get to wear his cage told his body to get excited and he’d get hard even though he didn’t want to.

  Since he was an old pro at putting on the cage, it went on fairly easily, the shaft going between the unyielding bars of the cage, sliding down fairly easily. The retaining ring went behind his balls and he fitted everything together. Without asking permission, he plucked the lock from her hand and inserted it through tiny holes. However, when he went to close the lock, he hesitated. “Would you like to do the honors?” he asked her.

  “What, exactly?”

  “Close the lock.”

  She said nothing, but reached out and snapped the small lock shut. It happened so quickly that Basil was barely aware of it. “Does that make me your keyholder now?” she asked, displaying the key attached to the fob.

  “Uh…not really. I mean, it’s more of a situation when I’m supposed to ask you and—”

  She cut him off. “But I like being in charge. It’s my key now.” She slid it into the pocket of her jeans. “I’ll let you out when I’m good and ready for your…cock.”

  Smugly she sat down on the edge of the couch which brought his cock to her eye level. It wasn’t the most humiliating position that Basil had ever been in. He allowed her to inspect his cock while his pants were around his ankles and his shirt was still on.

  “It’s kind of sexy like that,” she declared. “I like it.” She reached out and grasped him. Basil wasn’t ready for the light tug that she gave him and it caused a shiver to run down his spine ending in the base of his cock. It twitched inside the cage and he tried to get hard, but was immediately defeated. That was the sensation he loved. Looking down at her hand on his cage, he desperately wanted to feel her fingers on his flesh but the steel prevented that. He imagined he could feel the warmth of her fingers coming through the cage but he knew he was just imagining it.

  “You do?”

  “Uh-huh. Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked...well, naked except for…that.” She smiled and settled back on the couch.

  Basil didn’t have the least bit of shyness about stripping off the remainder of his clothing. He stood before Dorothy and let her inspect him with her eyes. “Well?”

  “I can see the attraction,” she said while moistening her lips. “What woman wouldn’t want a man at her beck and call and completely under her control?”

  After she said the words Basil had to make himself not mention the key he had at home where he could free himself. He didn’t mention that he could cut off the lock with a
pair of bolt cutters at his place. He didn’t say a word about how much he loved being under her control at the moment. His cock filled all the available space inside the cage but naturally it couldn’t go any further. If she saw that he was suffering she didn’t give any indication. Maybe she saw. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she saw and didn’t care. That would be best. That’s what Basil wanted.

  “I…I don’t know,” he answered her.

  “Can you get out of that on your own?”

  “No.” That was a partial lie. There were ways of escaping the cage. They were of different degrees of pain, but it was possible. He didn’t tell her that. He didn’t want her to know. He didn’t want to know them himself.

  “It’s making me horny. Is it making you horny?”

  Basil enthusiastically nodded his head.

  Dorothy unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of them, pulling her panties down in the same motion. Unconsciously Basil’s eyes went to her pussy. The well-maintained landing strip was still there. When she opened her thighs he could see her inner lips pinkly pouting outward and he could smell her scent. He didn’t need to be told what to do. At once Basil went down on his knees and put his face to her sex.

  Her scent was strong and filled his nose. When he licked the length of her swollen labia she shivered oh-so-softly and a little moan escaped her lips. There was no need to get her any wetter than she already was. There wasn’t going to be any penis in vagina sex tonight; he knew that without being told. While savoring her pungent flavor he focused on her clit, first vibrating his tongue against it, then licking it broadly, and then sucking on it.

  What seemed to work the best was when he focused on a bit of licking followed by some sucking all with steady pressure. It was hard to do and keep doing, but he knew his place and he wasn’t there for his pleasure. This was all about Dorothy and how he could serve her. She was generous enough to give him a little direction with moans and repositioning his head from time to time.

  Eventually she got to the point where she was slouching all the way down on the couch and pumping her hips up and down to get some additional friction against her clit. Basil just followed her lead and eventually they were both rewarded with an energetic and loud orgasm. She clutched his face to her pussy, not letting him escape until the entire wave of her climax had passed.