The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  It dripped wetly to the sheets.

  “I’m done,” Dorothy declared, pulling the dildo out of his ass and rocking back from him. “Go get cleaned up in the shower. I’ll use it when you’re done.”

  A nod acknowledged her order and he headed on uncertain feet to the bathroom. He had had ruined orgasms before. This was worse than a ruined orgasm.

  Instead of waiting for him to finish in the bathroom, Dorothy stripped off the harness and joined him in the shower. He said nothing as she took the showerhead from its mount on the wall and knelt down to direct the spray to wash away the cum still clinging to his cock and cage. “Maybe we’re not that couple that has me going out and fucking other men just to come home and rub it in your face.”

  “Do you want to be that couple?” he asked. It was strange seeing her kneeling in front of him. That was not the usual dynamic of their relationship.

  “Do you?” she asked.

  The idea excited him. Maybe he was still horny. Maybe it was part of his chastity kink. Maybe he was just fucked in the head. “I wouldn’t mind it.”

  “I need to find someone better than fuckboy Adam from tonight then,” she said, standing up and handing the showerhead to him. “Wash me,” she said. It was a simple request and he did it willingly because it properly reestablished the dynamic of their relationship.

  Chapter Twelve

  Basil was only mildly surprised when he came home to find both Dorothy and Marci at his place. Dorothy had a key, of course. That was her role as keyholder, to always have the right key at the right time. Marci was more of a surprise. The two women were in the kitchen, having drinks and talking.

  “Surprise!” said Dorothy when he walked in. “What man wouldn’t want two wonderfully hot bitches waiting for him at his home?”

  The situation made Basil wary. “What’s going on.”

  “You have a promise to keep for Marci,” his girlfriend told him. Marci laughed a little bit longer and louder than seemed natural. It took him a few seconds to realize they must have been drinking for a while and while maybe they weren’t completely drunk, they were well on their way.

  “Time to do your husbandly duty,” said Marci. “Except you aren’t my husband and longer.” She laughed. “And with that thing on your cock, you’re hardly a man.”

  That was the part that Basil didn’t like. Maybe he craved some humiliation when he was alone with Dorothy, but he didn’t want it from his ex-wife and certainly not in front of his girlfriend. His face went dark which amused both women.

  “Are you wearing it right now?” Marci asked knowing full well the answer.

  He said nothing.

  Dorothy had to prompt him. “Of course he’s wearing it. I wouldn’t send him to work without it on. How can I be sure he’s not whacking it or fucking some other woman if he’s not wearing it?”

  That caused both women to dissolve into giggles again.

  “Show her,” Dorothy said after she had recovered from her amusement fit. “Show her your pretty new cage.”

  “Ooh. Is it pink. That’ll make him look more girly.”

  “No. Just shiny silver.”

  “Steel,” Basil corrected her.

  “Steel. Whatever. Take off your pants.”

  Basil could have argued, except for two things. He wanted to show off his caged cock. And the humiliation appealed to him. Those two things plus he liked taking orders from Dorothy.

  Dropping his pants, Basil pulled up his shirttails to show off his caged cock. Marci actually made an “Oooh,” sound when she got a good look at it.

  “It looks a bit painful.”

  “It’s very lightweight,” he said. “Hardly noticeable.”

  “How long have you had it?”

  “Just two weeks.”

  “And do you like the piercing?” she asked.

  “What does that matter?” Dorothy interjected. “I like it.”

  Both women laughed again. When Basil started to pull up his pants, Dorothy stopped him.

  “Might as well get completely naked,” she said. “You’re going to be fucking Marci in a few minutes anyway.”

  Though he wouldn’t have believed it, those words made his cock twitch. He was going to get hard and the cage was going to keep him emasculated. It was humiliating and thrilling at the same time.

  “Yeah,” said Marci. “Undress now. We’ll finish our wine and then I’ll fuck you.”

  He had already started unbuttoning his shirt, paused briefly, and then resumed. They didn’t seem to notice his hesitation. He doubted Marci meant to peg him. She had voiced her desire for dick. She could peg Liz anytime she wanted. Unless it was her desire to be with a man and the cock was just an extraneous bit of the equation…

  “Strip off,” Dorothy commanded. “We’re waiting.”

  It was easy for Basil to undress. He was already halfway there and he had been naked in front of both women before. Plus, they were promising him something that he desperately wanted. What was a little humiliation in the face of getting laid?

  The ladies watched him remove his clothing, exchanging glances and giggling while he did it in the middle of the kitchen. He unceremoniously dropped each piece of clothing in a heap on top of his shoes, the first two pieces of clothing he had removed. Strangely, when he was done, he was completely comfortable being naked, except for his cage, in front of the women.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” Dorothy asked Marci. “I mean, this is going to blow your chance at being a gold star lesbian.”

  “I was never a gold star lesbian,” she replied. “Where’s the key?” she all but licked her lips in anticipation.

  With an unconcerned shrug, Dorothy dragged her keychain from her purse and gestured for Basil to stand next to her.

  “It’s so small,” Marci commented as Dorothy took her boyfriend’s cock in hand and started to slide the key into place.

  “His cock?” Dorothy asked, pausing. “It’s about average.”

  “No, no. The key.”

  “It does the job.” The key was in now, but she paused, before opening the lock. “Are you sure you want to do this here? I can’t guarantee how long he’ll last before he pops off. It’s not exactly premature ejaculation, but close enough. Chastity will do that to a man.”

  “Here is good,” said Marci, leaning in a bit to watch.

  Dorothy opened the lock and removed the key. From there it was an easy matter to remove the chastity cage after unhooking the PA ring that held everything secure. When she saw that Basil’s cock was just as she had remembered, Marci frowned in disappointment. Even as she did so, Basil’s cock started to stand erect, jumping and firming up with every heartbeat.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “I wanted to fuck him with his piercing in.”

  “Oh, you can do that. We have his initial ring in the bedroom.” Her smile was predatory. “We’ll have to put an ice pack on that to make it soft again. It’s hard to get the ring in when he’s hard.”

  They went to the bedroom with a package of frozen peas and the specialty pliers to align the CBR.

  “I wouldn’t want that on my pussy,” said Marci when Dorothy had Basil lay down so she could apply the frozen peas to his hard cock.

  “It’s the only way to get him soft.”

  “Yeah. I know. I’ve been there.”

  That set the two women giggling again.

  It took a few minutes, but eventually Basil got soft enough for Dorothy to thread the CBR through his extra hole. She did this while sitting astride his body, her crotch only inches from his face. Marci saw this overt sexual display as merely an attempt for Dorothy to assert ownership over Basil. It was fine with her. She didn’t want to have Basil to herself; she just wanted him for the evening.

  “If you slipped with those pliers…” she said.

  “Yeah, I’d mess up his junk pretty bad,” Dorothy agreed. “Why don’t you get undressed. I’m going to watch you two.” She didn’t ask if that bothered
either Basil or Marci. They didn’t have any say in that matter.

  Unperturbed Marci stripped down in front of the woman. Her clothing and underwear were rather plan. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone; she was just there for the sex.

  Dorothy moved off Basil’s body, taking the now semi-frozen bag of peas with her. Once the source of cold was gone, he started to stiffen again. That and the fact that his ex-wife immediately joined him on the bed, lowering her mouth onto his cock, warming it and causing it to rapidly grow. She looked like a staring woman eating a banana.

  “Careful,” Dorothy cautioned. “You don’t want him to cum in your mouth.”

  “It’s like sucking a popsicle,” she commented. “A popsicle with a metal ring shoved into the end.”

  “Are you wet?” Dorothy asked, realizing she was eager for a show. “Does he need to go down on you.”

  “Nope,” Marci replied, already moving up his body, planning her knees on either side of his hips and lowering herself down on his cock, using one hand to hold it and the other on Basil’s shoulder to steady herself.

  Dorothy watched in glee as her boyfriend’s cock disappearing into Marci. Without thinking about it, her hand wiggled it’s way into her pants. The couple of the bed didn’t notice.

  “It feels the same,” Marci announced with more than just a note of disappointment in her voice.

  “What?” asked Basil.

  “What?” asked Dorothy.

  “I was expecting to feel something…special…with your piercing. But it feels just like it did before we…from before.”

  “What were you expecting exactly?” Basil didn’t know what else to ask. He barely had control of his cock and her sitting on it wasn’t helping matters. It would only take him a few seconds to cum as it was.

  “Something…more,” she explained lamely. “Did it feel different to you?” she asked Dorothy.

  “I haven’t fucked him with it in yet.”

  “What?”

  “Well, I’ve fucked him with a strap on and giving him a handjob and used a vibrator on him, but he hasn’t been inside me yet. So I wouldn’t know what to tell you. Try changing the angle.”

  Marci nodded and leaned forward, hanging her tits against Basil’s chest. She started rolling her hips.

  “Oh god, oh fuck,” Basil started to pant.

  Marci slapped him sharply across the face. “Don’t you fucking dare cum yet,” she warned him.

  “I can help with that,” said Dorothy.

  The couple on the bed looked toward Dorothy simultaneously.

  “You can?” Marci asked.

  She went to the box kept next to the bed. Over the course of their relationship, Dorothy had been spending more and more time at Basil’s house because he lived alone and consequently brought along more and more of her toys. He hadn’t noticed everything she brought along and when Dorothy pulled out a rubber ring the roughly twice the size of a key ring, he thought it was a part of something else.

  “Get off his cock,” Dorothy told Marci, who did so because she was intrigued. After having been an active participant in Basil’s Dorothy wasn’t the least bit surprised at anything unusual being done to his penis. She was slightly taken aback at how roughly Dorothy handled her boyfriend’s cock, but with some deft and firm movements, Basil shortly had the hard rubber ring firmly behind his balls.

  “He’ll last longer wearing that,” said Dorothy.

  Marci understood right away and remounted Basil’s cock. She had altered the angle of how she rode him and now, if nothing else, she was positive she could feel his ring inside her pussy. Plus he was harder with the ring on and it felt incredibly good.

  “It’s gonna hurt when you cum,” she promised him.

  “I know,” Basil grunted.

  “I’m gonna cum right now,” she squeaked out and then quivered atop his cock.

  Dorothy watched the two of them, her hand down her jeans and inside her panties, button and zipper undone so she could stroke her clit. Her mouth was dry from breathing rapidly but also from the scene she was taking in. Her heart was full of jealousy but she wanted to see Basil both happy and suffering, or happy because he was suffering. While she wasn’t ready to cum yet, she wanted to cum; she wanted to cum but only when Basil did.

  “Are you going to keep going?” she heard herself asking Marci.

  The ex-wife looked over at Dorothy, took in the fact that the new girlfriend was masturbating along to them, and said, “Yes. Didn’t Basil tell you about me?”

  “A little…”

  Marci laughed at her. “I’m multiply orgasmic.”

  “Aren’t all women?” Dorothy was a bit offended.

  “Watch,” said Marci and started riding his cock again. Dorothy knew from her own experience it wouldn’t have taken her very long to cum again, but Marci only had to rock her hips up and down three times before her body was shaking with another climax. Basil grunted, trying to cum, but defeated by the hard rubber ring he wore. “See?” Marci panted.

  “Impressive.”

  “When I do it with my hand but his cock in me, it feels…fantastic.”

  To prove her point, Marci slid her hand between their bodies, found her clit, rubbed herself for a moment, and then had another body-shaking orgasm.

  “Wow.” Dorothy was impressed. She could get herself off in a minute or two if she really tried, but where was the fun in that?

  “I can do it all night.”

  “Don’t…” begged Basil.

  “Finish him off,” said Dorothy, happy to be in charge once again. “Make him cum. I want him to cum and I want it to hurt.”

  Marci gave her a wild grin and started pumping her thighs and squeezed down on Basil’s cock with her PC muscles. His cock felt enclosed and overheated inside her pussy. A moment later he was cumming. As promised, it hurt, but he was grateful for the pain.

  He was gasping and whimpering as Marci climbed off his body. “I could have cum a dozen more times,” she said.

  “No needed.” Dorothy poked at Basil’s still hard and very red cock with her finger. It was rigid like a telephone pole. A modicum of sympathy made her grab the ring, stretch it just enough to slip it over his balls and along the length of his cock. She took some care to make sure she didn’t rip out his CBR and then it was all but over. His cock deflated and she wiped her moist hand on his thigh.

  “I have a present for you,” she said to Marci as the other woman sprawled on the bed, panting slightly. It was hard for Dorothy not to look at the other woman’s exposed pussy. It was as red and swollen as Basil’s cock, plus it was leaking Basil’s cum. Tearing her eyes away from the sight, she went out to the kitchen where she had left her purse. Back in the bedroom, she handed Marci a small, unusually shaped key.

  “What’s this?”

  “The key to his cage,” Dorothy said casually. “He needs someone else in charge of it. Not just me.”

  Marci giggled with glee. “Are you giving me the key to your boyfriend’s cock?”

  “Yes. You can fuck him whenever you want.”

  “You shouldn’t temp a bi girl like that.”

  Now it was Dorothy’s turn to smile. “I know.” She dipped into the toybox next to the bed, pulling out a harness and the curved, doubled-headed dildo. “I don’t mind you watching, but you should know that I’m going to fuck Basil now.” Pausing as she stripped off her jeans and panties, she then said, “But I don’t mind if you watch.”

  Marci didn’t just watch, she helped get Basil into position and assisted Dorothy in getting the generously sized dildo into Basil’s ass. He knew he should have been objecting, but it was too much to resist. When else in his life would he have the opportunity to be fucked and used and abused by two women?

  “Oh god,” Marci gasped as Dorothy grabbed Basil’s hips and went to town fucking him as hard as she could. “I wish I had done this with him when we were still married!”

  “This…is…new…for…him,” said Dorothy as she spat ou
t each word with each thrust. She was almost there; pegging Basil was an activity she never would have guessed she would have loved so much.

  “His cock,” Marci said, looking at Basil’s full erection. “He’s so hard,”

  Half-pausing in her anal fucking of Basil, Dorothy reached around and ascertained that Basil was indeed hard. She then pulled her hand away. “I’m not going to jerk him off,” she told Marci as she resumed her ass pounding. “He’s going to cum the way nature intended, getting pegged by a woman. Prostate stimulation is incredible.”

  Marci continued to watch from her side of the bed, one had covering her pussy, not masturbating to achieve an orgasm, but just enough to keep her on edge and interested. When Dorothy paused unexpectedly she was about to ask what was the matter, but the clenched expression on her face told Marci everything. “Are you cumming?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “What about him?”

  “Gimme a second.” When the wave of pleasure had passed over Dorothy, she gave Marci a nod and started fucking Basil’s ass again. “You like this?”

  “Yes,” said both Marci and Basil. Marci giggled and watched her ex-husband’s cock bob and strain. It didn’t take much longer; he was already well-primed. When he ejaculated, it was a sight to behold. Cum not just dripping out, but shooting out and splashing onto the sheets. It was unlike any orgasm Marci had ever seen before.

  “Finally,” groaned Dorothy as she pulled out of Basil and fell to the bed with a sigh of contentment. “Do me a favor, Marci?”

  “Sure.”

  “Help Basil clean up and then get him back into his cage.”

  Marci’s eyes lit up with anticipation. Dorothy was just glad to be done with the responsibility of being Basil’s exclusive keyholder for the moment.

  It was easy to remember the old routines; Marci made Basil clean his own cock and then got a cold pack from the freezer to shrink down his cock. It took some doing to get the CBR off his cock and the new cock cage on, mostly because it was a learning experience for Marci, though Basil helped and Dorothy gave advice as she watched. Eventually Basil was back in his cage, safe and secure, and both women collapsed onto the bed while making Basil walk back and forth in the bedroom to show them he was settled.