Mouth agape, eyes almost popping out of his head and with an erection threatening to burst from his trousers, it seemed he’d definitely enjoyed the show.
“So,” she said, snapping her legs shut and fixing him with a stern look, “still think I’m a granny?”
Colton shook his head so fast he probably gave himself neck strain. He looked so eager, so damn horny, that she almost took pity on him.
Almost.
PLASTERED
Anna Watson
Nate stood outside the gym, inhaling the cool evening air. He’d had a great workout in yoga class, with the added perk of getting to observe not only the very fuckable yoga instructor, Patty, but several other hot women in the class. His favorites were Alice and her friend Victoria, and it was Alice he was thinking about now. From the way he’d caught her sneaking peeks at his meat, nicely displayed in his formfitting yoga pants, he was sure she would accept when he asked her out, which he planned to do ASAP. Smiling lecherously as he thought of the sweet view she’d shown him of her luscious tits when they’d done downward-facing dog, Nate turned down the alley that led to his car.
He was ambushed almost immediately. Two women wearing tightly belted raincoats, stiletto heels and garishly colored Mardi Gras masks, were suddenly on either side of him. The blonde jammed something cylindrical into his side—it could have been a lipstick tube or a gun—and they hustled him to the mouth of the alley where a car was idling. The redhead twisted his arm, her long blue nails digging into his flesh. Before he knew exactly what had happened, he was wedged between them in the backseat while the driver, another woman, gunned the motor and drove expertly though the dark streets.
Clearing his throat, he attempted to speak, but the redhead slapped a hand over his mouth and hissed, “No talking, baggage,” so Nate held his tongue.
“And no looking,” added the blonde, tugging a black rubber hood over his head and pulling the drawstring tight. Nate, struggling to breathe, thought briefly of calling out, trying to appeal to the driver, attempting to muscle past the women and jump out of the car, but the press of their bodies was beginning to excite him. He might as well play along with them for a little longer. They were only girls, after all. How hard could it be to escape?
The car stopped and Nate allowed himself to be yanked into a building and up a flight of stairs. The women guided him roughly inside, where he was pushed violently onto a hard, narrow surface. Laughing delightedly, the women moved his limbs with firm hands until he was stretched out on his back. They pulled off his hood, revealing harsh fluorescent lights that hurt his eyes. Before he could get his bearings, he felt straps binding his ankles, thighs and chest, anchoring him tightly to what he could now see was some kind of medical examining table. The blonde loomed over him. She had removed the raincoat to reveal a red-latex catsuit with a high neck and long sleeves, two zippers over her large breasts and one at her crotch. She was still wearing the mask, but Nate recognized her now.
“What’s going on here, Alice?” He tried to sound firm, but it was hard to feel anything but vulnerable as he lay pinned on his back below her. Taking off her mask, Alice looked at him coldly. Then she reached over and pinched his lips shut with her blue talons, silencing him.
“All secure!” she called back over her shoulder, and the redhead came prancing over to stand beside her. As Nate watched, she, too, removed her mask, and he was somehow not surprised to recognize Victoria. Victoria was also wearing a catsuit, black as midnight and cut low in the front to show off her deep cleavage. Dive-inable, thought Nate, beginning to feel slightly incoherent.
“Go ahead,” ordered Victoria. “Examine him. Let’s see what we’ve got here.”
At first, Nate held his body rigid as Alice began to poke and prod. She’d gotten a stethoscope from somewhere and pressed the cold bell under his shirt, against his chest and belly. She shone a light in his eyes and ears, shoved a tongue depressor into his mouth—how foolish he felt saying “Ahh!”—and, casually reaching down his pants, she began a thorough investigation of his cock and balls. That was when Nate knew for sure that he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. First of all, the straps were so tight that he was trapped, but more to the point, he couldn’t deny that her ministrations, no matter how impersonal and rough, were speaking to him right where it counted. He might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.
“Ow!” Alice had pulled hard on his ball sac, disrupting the dreamy state he had entered when she had spent rather a long time playing with his foreskin, moving it up and down over his rapidly hardening shaft. Victoria laughed, and Alice pulled again, even harder, looking up at her friend for approval.
Victoria wrinkled her pert little nose. “He looks dirty to me,” she said with disgust. “I think he needs to be cleaned out.”
Alice giggled and moved to Victoria’s side. Victoria pulled her close, running her hands up and down the latex encasing her body. They kissed, tongues mingling, Alice moaning. “Unzip for me, baby,” murmured Victoria, seemingly forgetting about poor, dirty Nate. Alice reached up to liberate one magnificent nipple, hard and sweetly pink. Victoria parted her lips and engulfed her girlfriend’s eager nub. Alice flung back her head, sighing, her blonde curls cascading down her back, beautiful against the red latex. Victoria was really getting into it, smearing lipstick over Alice’s tit and making yummy noises as she sucked. Alice tossed her head from side to side, panting. Nate couldn’t help it; he began to pant as well, his sore balls pulsing from the sight of the two catsuit-clad lovers.
Victoria raised her head and glared at him. “Sorry, baby,” she said to Alice. “We need to take care of this filth right now.”
Pouting a little, Alice nodded and left Nate’s view, neglecting to zip up her suit. In fact, when she came back, she had unzipped the other side, and the sight of her nipples, rock hard and appetizing, distracted Nate so much that at first he couldn’t focus on what she was holding. Then he saw it was an old-fashioned enema bag, the kind that used to fill him with fear as a kid when he saw it hung up in the shower in his grandparents’ bathroom. It was an ugly, beige rubber pouch with a long hose ending in a nozzle. The nozzle looked uncommonly big.
“I’m sure you’re as full of shit as any man,” said Victoria conversationally, as she loosened his straps, positioned him on his side, then quickly did up the restraints before he could get any bright ideas about making a dash for it. She took the enema bag from Alice, hefted it expertly, then moved around behind Nate. Giving him no time at all to try and breathe or get used to the idea, she parted his asscheeks with an unforgiving hand and shoved in the super-sized nozzle. He yelped and tried to slide away, but he was well secured and there was nothing to do but take it. Squeezing his eyes shut, he groaned as a whole bag of freezing water rushed into his protesting ass.
Victoria yanked out the nozzle and slapped his buttcheeks, hard. Nate gasped, certain he was going to spill, and even more certain that things would not go well for him if he did. Sure enough, Victoria slapped and scratched and pulled at him even harder. “You hold that,” she commanded. Her strong hands suddenly grabbed for his dick, massaging it back to hardness. “I know you can do it,” she said with authority. “I know you’ll do it for me.”
“Yes,” groaned Nate, overwhelmed with sensation. Opening his eyes to gaze on her stern features, he knew he would do everything in his power to obey her. He clenched his asscheeks together as tightly as he could, closed his eyes again and held it. And held it. When he was at the limit of his capabilities, he opened his eyes and looked around, desperately. He expected to see his tormentors watching him, enjoying his agony, but they were nowhere in sight.
“Please!” he whispered, and Victoria came stalking over, frowning.
“You’d better not mess the table, boy,” she said, then relented somewhat, undid the straps and allowed him to stagger to his feet. For an awful moment, Nate thought he was going to let go right there in the middle of the floor. The look in Victoria’s eyes told him she wouldn’t mind at
all if he did, as it would give her more reason to torture him in some other, fiendish manner. At the last moment, though, he spied the bathroom and managed to stagger in that direction, hampered by his pants, which were down around his ankles. There was no door to close, and at first he didn’t care, just grateful that he’d made it to the toilet. But when he looked up and saw both women right there, hands on hips, watching him avidly, he trembled with shame.
“Again,” said Victoria, when he had voided himself completely. They filled him up with that frigid water once more, right there as he lay on the nasty gritty tiles of the bathroom. With no more thought of escape, Nate steeled himself to endure whatever came his way. At last, Victoria declared him to be “as clean as he’ll ever get.” They stripped him naked, and allowed him to return to his table, where they let him lie unstrapped as they kissed and fondled each other’s titties. Nate didn’t think he would be allowed to touch his dick, but they looked so incredible as they rubbed up against each other, Alice’s pink nipples poking out to meet Victoria’s spit-covered tongue, that he couldn’t resist trying. Sure enough, Victoria noticed.
“Man-toy is not to touch his horny little cock!” she snapped, and then, in a nicer voice, “It’s time for his ass-reaming, wouldn’t you say, Alice, sweetie?”
Alice jumped up and down, squealing and clapping her hands. She seemed to take extreme pleasure in the devious acts her girlfriend continued to dream up. She ran into the bathroom and Nate could hear water running—oh please, not another enema!—but then he was distracted by Victoria, who had retrieved a harness and a huge, shiny pink dildo from a drawer in his table. She buckled the harness on over her catsuit, coming close to him, thrusting the dildo in his face and slapping his cheeks with it, all the time laughing her low throaty laugh.
“You go ahead, baby,” Victoria said to Alice, who immediately started doing something at the end of the table, near Nate’s feet. He couldn’t pay attention to it, because Victoria continued to torment him with her tool, which was fatter than any real dick he’d ever seen, including his own not-too-shabby piece of equipment. In her usual perfunctory manner, she rammed the disgusting thing past his lips and down his throat. Nate did his best to take it, although its painful girth made him gag. He remembered Victoria had talked about fucking his ass, and whimpered at the thought of this monster invading him. His pitiful sounds only caused Victoria to thrust more vigorously, and he thought he could hear Alice snickering.
Nate was vaguely aware that something cold was being slapped onto one of his ankles, but he couldn’t concentrate with Victoria fucking his mouth and muttering angrily about how he was a piss-poor cocksucker. She finally pulled out and joined Alice.
Nate managed to raise his battered head to look down at them. They were in the process of encasing him in a plaster cast. He didn’t have time to ponder the ramifications of this fully, as just then Alice appeared beside him. Smiling almost kindly, she bent over and dangled a luscious tit just above his lips. By the time he had sucked himself silly, his legs were completely immobilized in plaster, and Victoria had gleefully started on his arms and chest.
Nate felt like a mummy; he had to fight the claustrophobia brought on by not being able to move at all. The girls had left his ass, dick and balls uncovered, with just enough play at his waist so they could turn him from side to side, onto his back or onto his belly. The rest of him, up to his neck, was covered with a thick, chalky, slightly sweet-smelling plaster cast.
Once the plaster was completely dry, Nate got his ass-fucking. Alice held his legs over his head, exposing his tender asshole and allowing Victoria to tear into him with that diabolically fat dildo, the only mercy being that she first allowed Alice to slick it up with some lube. Still, Nate couldn’t help sobbing just a little as she pried him open. Soon, though, she had worked up a good rhythm and Nate was moaning with pleasure. He could feel his balls tightening, on the verge of a really good come. As if she could read his mind, Victoria pulled out with a nasty sucking sound and shoved him off the table. He crashed to the hard floor, unable to stop the fall.
Now Alice stood over him, her stiletto boots dangerously close to his ears. She unzipped and spread wide, squatting over his face, supported by Victoria, who sat behind her.
“Eat her good,” said Victoria, and Nate eagerly lifted his face into the swamp of her pussy. The latex had done its work and the smell of pussy juice, pussy sweat, piss and the fug from her sweaty crack behind was heady and delicious. Nate took a deep breath, relishing it, then plunged in eagerly, lapping at her slick slit with everything he had. If he satisfied her girlfriend now, he could only hope and pray that Victoria—the evil goddess—might allow him to worship at her red-hot cunt later. In the meantime, he ate out Alice as if his life depended on it—for all he knew, in his befuddled state, it did!
Ignoring the zipper, which cut into his cheeks, he ran long, loving strokes up and down her lightly furred pussy lips, playfully twirling his tongue at her opening, then moving back to slurp at her clit. Judging from her moans, he was pleasing her, but he didn’t dare stop. Faster and faster he moved his tongue as she smeared her juicy pussy on his face, bucking against him. He had his tongue deep inside her when she came.
And then the women got up, switched off the lights and left him. He was alone for what seemed like ages. It could have been a few hours, or a week. He drifted in and out of sleep, constantly on edge, constantly aroused. He thought he was dreaming when the smell of pussy entered his nose, but no, it was Victoria, mercifully draping her plump, shaved box over his face, allowing him to service her in the best way he knew how. She came, practically suffocating him as she ground her greedy cunt into his mouth and nose. Then she kicked him over onto his stomach and allowed him to hump the floor until he came, yelling and swearing. And then he was alone again.
Nate jerked awake when the lights were flipped on. “Oh, dear!” he heard someone say, in a soft, alarmed voice. Patty stepped into view, so reassuring in her formfitting yoga outfit, the look on her face so kind and worried that Nate felt a rush of hope. “What have those girls been up to?” she murmured, bending down to get a closer look. Nate was intensely embarrassed for his yoga teacher to see him like this, but then he realized she had been driving the car and must be in on the whole thing. Still, when she asked him if she could help, he jumped at the chance and asked if she could get him out of the cast.
“Oh, poor Nate, of course!” She got a little saw, the light gleaming on its blade, and turned it on. The buzz filled Nate with dread.
“I don’t really know how to use this, but I’ll give it a try!” The buzzing got louder as she brought the saw close to the cast on his chest. He felt the vibration as the blade bit into the plaster.
“No!” he shouted, but Patty just kept on hacking away. She had managed to get off about half of the cast, nicking him severely in the process, when Victoria and Alice came strolling back into the room, arms around each other.
Patty dropped the saw, still buzzing, and the three women embraced, stroking each other, kissing and cooing.
“Well, how do you like what we’ve done with him?” asked Victoria, finally, waving a proprietary arm at Nate.
“Not a bad package,” said Patty. “I had a lot of fun starting to unwrap him.” All three of them giggled.
“Oh, I don’t think we’re quite finished with him yet,” said Victoria, licking her lips and fastening her ruthless gaze on Nate. “He does a fair job eating pussy, and his hungry little asshole makes for a passably good fuck. Speaking of which, did you bring the little present I got you?”
“Of course!” Patty dropped her pants to reveal that she was packing a purple dildo the size of a Minuteman missile. The next thing Nate knew, Alice had popped open the lube, and Patty was positioning him so that she could get at his ass. In spite of himself, he could feel himself opening for her, allowing her in.
“When she’s done, we have a few more tasks for you, Natey baby,” he heard Alice say loftily. Like the
good boy he was, Nate nodded his head eagerly and moved his ass on Patty’s monstrous dildo. He had to admit, just before he began to lose his head entirely, that, way more than anything he could have pulled out of his bag of tricks, this had turned out to be a fucking amazing roller coaster of a first date.
OF HUMAN BONDAGE
Rachel Kramer Bussel
When Maya settles herself over Dylan’s face, planting her pussy right on top of his waiting lips, she’s not just giving herself over to a glorious cunnilingus session, she’s also keeping him in place for me, making sure he doesn’t move—just as I’ve instructed her. The three of us live together and love each other—and make love to each other. Well, fuck each other would be more accurate, and, to be even more accurate—I fuck both of them. Oh, that doesn’t mean Dylan’s cock and Maya’s hands haven’t been inside me countless times, but I’m the mastermind, the girl in charge, giving them cues, watching them writhe, utterly in control even when my body is losing control.
We have an extremely well-stocked toy closet (yes, enough to fill an actual closet), but even though I have all manner of objects I could use to pin Dylan down, my favorite bondage equipment comes in the form of the six-foot frame of my favorite tall, busty redhead. It’s funny to me that Maya is pure sub through and through—I can see her shiver when I so much as look at her the right way—because she’s so statuesque, a beautiful quivering Amazon. Dylan’s no slouch, either, at two inches taller than her. I’m the short one, at only five six, but what I lack in height I make up for in other ways.
“Wrap your thighs more tightly around his face,” I instruct Maya, smiling as she does my bidding. It’s a win-win for me: she holds him in place, and I get to watch her pretend like she’s in control, until his powerful tongue works its magic and she comes all over him. When we first brought her into the fold, she had trouble believing he really liked to be smothered by her wetness. She did it when I told her to, but now she takes her own kind of delight in pleasing him and me at the same time, fully aware of the magic she holds between her legs.
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