by Jean Zee
“Hey, where’d you go?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” she whispered in my ear a moment later, “I’m not going anywhere… Yet.”
She didn’t give me the chance to ask what she meant, instead she climbed back on the bed and started massaging something over my cum splattered stomach.
“Owwww!” I yelped, “That’s cold!”
“Hmmm, not for long.”
Jules must have stayed down there for about two or three minutes, but I had no idea what she was doing. Finally, she stopped and the room went deathly quiet. As I waited for her to say or do something, I felt all my worries returning and it was torture!
“Jules, darling?” I asked. “What are you do…” I gagged on the final word as she forced something into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she was really pushing it in hard. “Mmmph! Hmmmph!” Finally, she let go, but I still couldn’t push the thing out of my mouth. Then, as the initial panic faded, I knew what it was.
“Mmmm, you look so slutty,” she teased. Ripping the blindfold from my face, she asked, “Don’t you just love it?”
The mirror she was holding showed me exactly what she’d done, not that I needed it. She had fitted her favorite cock-gag over my face, but only after lubricating it with my cum. All I wanted to do was spit it out, run to the bathroom and wash my mouth out, but I couldn’t. The cock-gag was as secure as my handcuffs, and we both knew it.
“Now, Pete, I’m going out for a few hours, but I’ll be back to play later.” Slipping a DVD in the player, she pressed “play” on the remote and smiled. “I really think you’ll enjoy these,” she told me, “I know I do.”
As I tried desperately to keep my tongue away from the cum-covered silicone cock she’d shoved in my mouth, I saw an image appear on the screen of a woman giving a blowjob.
“I copied some of my favorites and there’s about eight hours, so I don’t think you’ll get bored.”
As Jules finished putting on her jewelry, she gasped and said, “Ooops! I almost forgot.” Grabbing the remote from the dresser, she cranked the volume up to thirty - a setting we usually only used for music videos.
Then, coming back to the bed, she leaned down and told me “These movies have digital quality audio, you’re really going to love it. Every moan, every gasp, every cry, and every groan. Not only that, but the sluts really love to talk dirty about what they’re doing.”
Now, I was really worried. I looked up at her with my pleading eyes, hoping that at least she’s remove the cock gag. No chance, she pinched my cheeks and laughed. “Smile, darling you’re live!”
It was only then that I remembered the digital camera. Gulping in surprise, I couldn’t help but taste the flood of saliva and cum that ran down my throat, aided by her squeezing my cheeks. Grimacing at the taste, I again wondered what she had gotten myself into.
Grabbing a handful of clothes, Jules gave me a quick kiss on the nose and was gone, closing the bedroom door on her way out. Alone, I decided to make the best of things and enjoy the DVD, even if I couldn’t masturbate to it.
That was when the scene suddenly changed, showing the guy from the first scene on his knees, while the blowjob-girl held his head against her breasts. At first I couldn’t understand why he looked so disgusted, but then the camera panned out to show him being face-fucked by another guy!
Still tasting the cum in my mouth, I grimaced in disgust and closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I could still hear the woman screaming, “Oh yeah, you look so pretty with a big, fat cock in your mouth. I want you to suck that cock, baby. Lap at it with your tongue and help our friend fill your sissy-face with cum! Mmm, don’t fight it baby, just…”
I tried not to watch. I tried not to listen. It was no use. The audio was just as good as Jules said, and my imagination was only too happy to provide the pictures - but with me in the place of the cocksucker on screen. Choosing the DVD over that, I tried to ignore the fact that I was getting hard again. It was going to be a long night.
“Hi, baby!”
“Ummmm. Mmmnnnngghhh. Urrrgghhh.”
“Sorry, darling, but I can’t understand a fucking word you say.”
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she smiled and told me, “You really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.”
“Uuuaaaggghhh!” It was no use. Until she removed the gag, there would be no way to make her understand me. What’s more, every time I tried to say something, my tongue kept coming up.
“Mmm. I see you’re enjoying the show.” As her nail traced a line up and down my erect cock, I felt like I would die of embarrassment. For the last four hours, I’d been forced to watch guy after guy being orally and anally sodomized while their wives looked on in pleasure.
They vocally urged them on and my only hope was that the video wasn’t a preview of what my wife had planned for me.
“Darling. Do you need to come? Would you?”
“Mmmnnngghhh.” Grunting my agreement, I nodded vigorously.
“Would you like me to help?”
Taking my continued nodding as a sign of my agreement, she wrapped her hand around my cock and began jerking it up and down. I would have preferred her lips, or her pussy, but would gladly take what was offered.
It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum, thanks to four hours of intense stimulation without release. My cock was harder and longer than I had ever seen it before and my balls looked like a pair of softballs. The pressure was so incredible, it was painful.
“Come on, darling; make some man seed for me.” Adding a gentle twist to her masturbating hand, Jules began pumping faster and faster. For a brief moment, I was able to forget the porno playing behind her and focused only on the two of us.
As strange as my situation was, I needed to relieve my built up tension and I was determined to enjoy it. “Unnnggghhh!” I gyrated my hips off the bed, as far as the handcuffs would allow. I watched as my cock literally exploded, spraying the both of us with my hot sticky cum.
My cock looked like a fire hose as it sprayed us with thick reams of hot, stick man seed, firing so fast it looked like a steady stream.
“Ooohhh, yesss! Oh god!!!!”
Jules was still jacking my spraying cock and aimed it at me, allowing a few reams to land on my face, before splattering against my chest and belly. To my surprise, it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, and it made me grateful for the cock gag. At least I wouldn’t have to taste any more of it.
“That was wonderful, dear. We’ll have to watch porn together a lot more from now on.”
Standing, she walked over to her dresser and began rummaging through the bottom drawer. Suddenly, my stomach began to knot, as I feared what she was looking for. When she returned to the bed, a triumphant smile on her face, I knew she had.
Doing my best to twist and turn away from her attentions, I watched helplessly as she scooped the cum from my body and into a small bright pink funnel. She kept one finger over the bottom to keep it from leaking and I could see that it was filling up quickly.
Finally, she’d gathered all she could and she slowly crawled up the bed toward me. “Ooops! I almost spilled some of your precious man seed,” she giggled, sliding on the sweat-slickened latex sheets. “I told you these were fun!”
Then, kneeling beside my head, she reached down to scoop up the cum from my face, or so I thought at the time. Instead, she simply began smearing it around. Disgusted, I turned my face away and was rewarded with an eyeful of her cum covered fingers.
Surprisingly, it really burned, bringing tears to my eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she cooed, “You made me slip.”
Waiting for me to look at her she warned, “You have two eyes . . .” and left it at that. Swallowing my pride, I remained still as she finished my man seed facial.
“Oh, you look so slutty,” she howled, bouncing up and down on the bed. Then, running a cum-covered finger over my cock gag, she leaned down and whispered, “If you enjoyed that, you’re going to love this!”
With that, she pried open the plug on the cock gag, popping the funnel in the hole. As she jiggled it back and forth, she smiled at me and said, “We’re going to fill it up with your precious man seed. I bet you never thought of using it like this?”
Jules was right. We’d filled the cock part of the gag with cocktails in the past, for her to suck on as we fucked but I’d never imagined anything like this. “Oh well,” I thought. “At least I knew she couldn’t force me to suck it. Of course, that made me wonder what she did have in mind.
“Ooohh! We’ve filled it right to the top,” she laughed, withdrawing the funnel, allowing a small trickle of cum to run down my cheek. Then, bracing my head between her knees, so I wouldn’t turn and spill the cum, she asked, “Are you ready for me to fill your sissy slutty -mouth with cum? Just like they did in the film?”
Unable to shake my head “no,” I had to rely on me eyes to show her how much I didn’t want to do this. Either she didn’t notice or she didn’t care. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out something that looked like a small rubber ball with a nozzle on it.
The fact that it was pink assured me that it was meant for the gag.
“This little device cost me an extra twenty bucks,” she complained, “But it was worth every penny.”
Screwing it onto the cum-filled hole, she grinned and told me, “Open wide, darling, here it cums!”
Every time she squeezed the ball, the rubber cock shot a load of my own cum into my mouth. Repeatedly, she squeezed and again and again I felt my mouth filling with my own salty, bitter cum.
I had no choice but to swallow or choke to death on the stuff, so I began swallowing each spurt, hoping it would keep me from tasting it too much. In the end, it made no difference, I’d be tasting my own cum well after she removed the gag.
“Well, now that you’ve been harvested and fed, I’m going back downstairs and play with my new friends.”
Removing the pump, Jules sealed the dildo closed and climbed off the bed. Smiling at the look of confusion on my face, she began undressing, exposing the new tattoo on her buttocks.
It was a picture of a man on his hands and knees, naked apart from a collar and leash. A woman wearing a huge black strap-on dildo, and thigh-high, dangerous, spiked slut boots was fucking him in the mouth. I was sure there was also a butt plug protruding from his ass.
“So darling, what do think?” Jules asked, now completely naked. “It’s a birthday present from my new friends.”
Giving her ass an exaggerated jiggle as she left the room, she told me, “And if you’re a good little slut, maybe I’ll bring them upstairs to play with you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I tried to shake my head “no,” but Jules just slammed the door closed as soon as she asked the question, not even waiting for my response. Right then I was painfully aware of the images and the grunting, moaning, and groaning coming from the TV. There was also the taste of cum in my mouth, and the memory of that tattoo. Again, I wondered what I’d gotten myself into.
C**k Sucker
For the next two hours, I just laid there, trying to ignore the porno but becoming increasingly aroused despite my pathetic situation. For the most part, I was able to withstand the constant audio and visual stimulation, but there was one scene in particular I was unable to get out of my mind.
It was at the beginning of the fourth film, about five hours into the DVD and it made the rest of the films seem like late night cable. It began with a man lying in a hospital bed, being looked after by a huge breasted nurse.
She was dressed in a nurse’s uniform two sizes two small, and was deep throating him while he fondled and kneaded her breasts. I didn’t know if it due to the tightness of her uniform or a sign of her arousal, but her nipples looked like they were going to bust through the fabric at any moment. I was worried they might poke the man in the eye.
Just when it looked like he was about to climax, the nurse pulled away and moved her fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed, keeping them there until the moment passed. I was sympathetic to his torment, as I couldn’t cum either.
I watched in awe as the nurse unzipped her uniform, exposing a huge pair of breasts that were even bigger than I imagined.
“Your bra is soaked,” the man moaned. “You must be one hot bitch to sweat so much!”
The nurse just laughed, it was the same kind of laugh Jules had been using with me all night and I was immediately suspicious. A moment later, I saw just how right I was when she unfastened her bra and began squeezing her breasts, showering the man with streams of fresh warm breast milk.
The warm, fresh breast milk was soaking his erection from a distance of a few feet. Her fingers and thumb automatically knew the right place to take around, and behind her areoles, knew the correct amount of inward pressure to exert, to produce a bunch of fine, sharp, forceful streams from her nipples.
A moan of surprise and extreme arousal escaped my lips as I watched the milk form a long arc, fanning out and striking the full-length mirror on the far side of the room. Again and again she sent jets of milk skyward she moaned, enjoying how her nipples were tingling as the milk shot through them.
With the tip of her index finger, she began to draw light circles around each of her nipples. The circles widened until they went around each breast. She then opened her hands, pressing inward on her breasts and stroking downward toward the nipples.
More arcs of milk erupted out as a result. They looked as if they were miniature volcanoes, with white-hot lava trickling down their huge slopes. The man “oohed” and “ahhhhed” at the display, and immediately grabbed her breasts, milking them expertly, rolling the nipples between his fingers, and leaning forward to catch the multiple streams in his wide-open mouth.
Suddenly, he released her breast, which bounced back to its usual position and immediately unleashed a fountain of milk skyward, spraying him on the chest.
Until then, I’d never really understood the lactation fetish, but I was quickly converted. About ten minutes later when the man’s chest, face and cock were drenched with breast milk, another nurse came in, and locked the door behind her.
“Hey slut, it’s my turn to feed him,” she grinned, already removing her nurse’s uniform and bra.
“Sure. Go right ahead,” the other nurse sighed, “I don’t think there’s any danger of him getting full.”
The man in the bed just moaned in agreement, too busy suckling at the nurse’s breasts to say anything else. Shrugging, the other nurse came over to the bed and began adding her own milk to the mess.
Occasionally, the two nurses would lift a breast and spray the other with a stream of warm breast milk, nearly driving me over the edge. If this kept up for much longer, I honestly believed I might be able to come without any physical stimulation at all.
“Hmmm,” moaned the new nurse a few minutes later, “He’s been fed and bathed, but I think we’re forgetting something.”
The other nurse smiled and replied, “Maybe a hot, sticky creamy dessert?”
Then, before the man knew what was happening, the two nurses pulled him down to the middle of the bed and began fastening him to the various traction pulleys and straps that hung from the ceiling.
The man appeared to be nervous, but was clearly willing to go along with whatever the nurses had in mind. I, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to shout out and tell him to run. I had no more idea what was to come than he did but, knowing what had been on the rest of the DVD, knew it would be nothing good.
I was right. In a matter of moments, the two big-breasted nurses had the man fully restrained, leaving him at their mercy. While one nurse went to get something from a cupboard, the other one quickly used the traction equipment to put the man in a frighteningly uncomfortable position.