Slick Fuck Stick
©C.J. McNally 2011-2012
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Slick Fuck Stick
©C.J. McNally 2011-2012
‘No I can’t – I won’t!’ Darren begged.
‘Yes, you will.’ Her voice came across cold and distant when she straddled his chest. With the tip of her feather whip, she teased his nipples. The engorged maroon peaks indicated his aroused enjoyment. She commanded obedience from Darren with a sharp stinging swat across his heaving, sweaty pectorals. A thin red welt marked his chest and he grit his teeth. Naomi ordered him prior, not to cry out or get aroused, but instructed him to obey everything he had been told to do. The penalty for disobedience would be punishment. She bound him hand and foot to the bed.
He lay splayed out between the bedposts; raw, naked and at her complete mercy. ‘Yes mistress,’ Darren said. He submitted as her reluctant slave. The body builder’s bulky, sweaty form squirmed beneath his leather clad mistress. Darren tugged at his restraints to feign the desperate need for escape.
Naomi reached for her little bag of tricks. She tugged the drawstring of the black velvet pouch. An evil, muzzle type device hung from her hand. With the gag ball placed carefully in his mouth, she strapped the device around his head. The synthetic phallus protruded from his forehead like a rubber horn. Naomi’s wicked grin spread wide across her thin cherry-glossed lips. She climbed above her submissive lover with the prowess of a predatory cat to impale her wanting sex.
With her thighs parted above his head, Darren had a bird’s eye view of the erotic artificial penetration. He struggled to fight the fire swelling in his loins and bit the gag ball. Darren’s divided emotion teetered between love and hate. He envied the synthetic probe for having the privilege of being able to spread his woman’s juiced up pussy. He wanted her perfect pink-velvet lips to devour his cock the way they swallowed the slick, rubber imposter. Light blonde pubic hairs ground against his head and the delicate scent of her wet muff tipped him over the edge. Growing long and hard, Darren’s pleasure rod snapped tight against his belly. A trickle of his male essence escaped from his shaft to pool inside his bellybutton.
Naomi enjoyed her ride on the artificial digit. She failed to notice he lost control and wanted in. Her fuck fluids cascaded down his forehead, wetting his hair and dripped down his face.
Darren wedged his nose between her tight little arse cheeks every time her pussy devoured the dong. He wanted to reach up and grab her arse to hold her cunt over his face until he suffocated from the intoxicating scent. Heaven, in his eyes, lay between his lover’s legs.
‘Oh. Mmm.’ Naomi moaned. She bit her bottom lip as the explosive pressure gave way to wave upon wave of euphoric climactic release. The sensation sent a dizzying heat that rapidly cooled like an icy draft in her limbs and she couldn’t hold back the explosive release. ‘Fuck. Darren.. Oh, lord.. Oh fuck…mmm…oh, oh!’ Naomi panted. Her engorged clit throbbed, stimulated by the delicious, non-stop vibrations coming from the man-made cock. She cried out in ecstasy. ‘Yes. Fuck, yes. Christ, I’m coming – ’
Darren watched her slick and swollen baby hatch, pound the dong so hard, she almost broke it off.
In an explosive release of biblical proportion, Naomi showered his face with her clear sweet juice. When her copious, golden-shower ended, he caught a glimpse of her freshly fucked cunt expel the moulded chub. The device plopped from her fuck hole, still vibrating and smothered in her creamy feminine climactic cream. She slid her slicked up sex down over his chest. Naomi ground her hips across the welt on his chest and his body jerked.
He desperately wanted to touch and fuck her. Darren shot her a lust crazed stare. He wanted to prove he was a better lay than the vibrator, buzzing away on his head. Darren swallowed as best he could. Frothy drool ran from either side of his mouth to mingle with her orgasmic secretions.
Naomi removed the head set before she removed his gag.
‘Come here and kiss me you sexy bitch,’ Darren said; his voice, hoarse with desire. He fought his restrains and tried to break free. He had to grab her and rope her into his swelling passion. ‘Agh.’ Darren groaned out of frustration. Resisting the sturdy cuffs proved to drain his energy. ‘Please, Naomi. Let me out of these cuffs and let me fuck you harder than ever. I want you so bad – ’
‘Shut up, slave.’ She cut him off.
He had to admit, the whole mistress/submissive act had grown old. He wanted to take her. His cock ached for the warmth and friction the interior muscles her vagina could provide.
‘Don’t make me gag you again. Play nice, and we’ll both have lots of fun.’ She ordered him and grabbed a hold of the feather whip again. With the slightest touch, the light feathers caressed his inflated, twitching cock.
‘Oh, you’re the devil,’ Darren moaned. His body involuntarily thrust beneath the feather quill.
When she pulled the quill away from his engorged penis, a connective sticky string of pre-cum stuck some of the delicate plumes together. ‘Naughty boy.’ Naomi shook her head. ‘What a mess you’ve made. Would you like me to clean you up with my tongue?’
Her provocative tease made his eyes light up with fascination.
Naomi ground her moist cunt over his groin to sit between his spread legs. She bent her head close to his saturated, needy gland and made sure the whisper of her hot breath would warm his flesh. ‘You want me to lick your balls before I suck your cock?’
Darren arched his back and his balls hit her chin.
She quickly placed the feather quill to his abs and gave a sharp tap. Another red welt to add to the collection across is body.
‘Ow!’ Darren managed to laugh the sting away. ‘You’re going to get the fuck of your life the minute you release me.’
Naomi gave him no chance to further elaborate. She sucked up his scrote like a couple of delicate stewed plums. Years of want drove her to explore her wicked fetish, and when she rolled his testes between her lips she gave them the occasional flick with her tongue. Darren’s sharp intake of breath, accompanied by a slow pelvic thrust, inspired her to keep going. She wanted to, but never sucked his balls with a whore-like greed before. She put it down to the hypnotic bass and haunting rhythm of her evanescence album, playing in the background. Her fingernails raked across his abs as her boldness increased and her lips nibbled their way toward his raging fuck pole.
Darren’s body lay trapped; held captive by her oral administrations. He groaned again as she teased his biological weapon with her phallalingus technique. Warm saliva lubricated his shaft. Profuse amounts of spittle squelched with each deep throated motion until she plopped his slick fuck stick from her mouth. A wicked grin spread across her delicate lips.
‘You want more of that?’ Naomi asked.
Darren gave a mute nod in reply and a crazed stare that smouldered with passion.
‘Then you’d better beg me for it.’ Naomi’s voice was hoarse from taking him so deep within her throat. She needed a moment for her stretched vocal chords to recover. Completion of the task now would cause him to blow, but she had other plans.
‘Yes, please! Oh… Babe, don’t stop. Please, god… I want that!’ Darren groaned.
Encased in the palm of her petite hand, his symmetric and near perfect member twitched. She continued to diligently pump his cock, drawing further delighted groans from her lover. Naomi liked to watch his impressive masculine and sweaty body writhe with pleasure at each stroke. Naomi sat back from him a little and unzipped her tight leather corset to reveal her heavy bosom. Her plump, rose coloured nipples popped out to enjoy their new-found freedom.
Darren opened his eyes and his face lit up with glee. Darren’s tongue flicked up at her in the hope she’s let him suckle at her breast like a newborn.
Naomi wouldn’t let him; it was part of his punishment. Her body bent low over his erection and her bulbous tits brushed over his cock. She shoved them either side of his velvety rod and began massaging her voluptuous boobs to encase his member.
‘Oh, yeah. Let me tit-fuck those gorgeous babies!’ He cried out in ecstasy.
The fan above their sweaty bodies began to squeak and the cool air excited her flesh. Naomi lapped and savoured the salty taste of his leaking fluids every time his cock passed through her fleshy breasts.
Darren quivered at the erotic sensation her hot tongue delivered with each delicious flick across the eye of his tool.
‘You’re enjoying that, aren’t you?’ Her playful yet sexy tone quickly grew dark and dangerous once more. She wanted to scare him a little and pounced on him. Her naked bosom crushed to his sweaty, red-welt covered torso. Naomi crawled up his body and hissed in his face. ‘Don’t enjoy yourself!’ She spat venomously and snapped her teeth at him. ‘I might bite you,’ she cast her eyes beneath their bodies to his rock-hard erection, ‘where you’ll regret it.’ Naomi’s scare tactic worked. Once the submissive expression returned to his eyes, she slithered her body back into position. Light kisses gave way to a greedy tongue bath all over his cock. Throaty ropes of saliva spewed from her lips to coat his member as her tongue swirled wild and hungry around Darren’s dome shaped, winged cockhead.
The squelching sound of Naomi’s mouth slurping and sucking him to orgasm drove him wild. No amount of lube could be as erotic as the visible stimulation his lover’s lips gave, wrapped around his meaty beast. For Darren, her erotic role-play form of foreplay now, would sustain him later when he’d manually go at it solo. Long lonely nights without her would never be the same.
‘Fuck! Yes!’ Darren cried out.
Naomi squeezed his member by pursing her lips together over the head of his cock.
The pain gave way to a wave of pleasure that took him to the point of no return. He was going to cum – and soon. Darren couldn’t wait to watch his cum whore lap up his seed. The erotic thought spurred him on till he felt his lower body convulse. The constricted feeling in his nuts gave way to his explosive release. Lashings of warm spunk erupted from his cock to cascade down the back of her throat.
Pearly white cum-honey spurt across her bare breasts when she pulled her head away. Naomi massaged her tits together, smearing the fuck fluid into her skin. Ropes of sticky white gelatinous secretions landed all over her leather bound body. She gazed down at his cream and with a sensual body roll, ran her fingers through the mess. In the heat of the moment, Naomi moaned his name. Her sticky fingers made their way to her parted lips where she sucked the digits clean.
‘Is that all you got?’ Naomi smeared the remains from her breasts across his face. ‘Give it all to me!’ She ruthlessly grabbed a firm hold of his cock and pumped her hand harder up and down his leaking erection. ‘Don’t hold back now.’
Darren threw his head back with a mix of frustration and delight. His body writhed and thrashed about on the bed in a mixture of pleasure and pain under the diligent administration her furious hand fuck delivered. He loved the way she trained him to last longer, but the slight discomfort and pain of her cum-on-demand tactics kept him well aroused.
‘You bitch!’ He breathlessly moaned as she impaled her sex on his throbbing cock, and began riding him rough. ‘Fuck you!’ Darren spat and gave into the velvet vice of her cunt.
‘Yes, Darren. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck Me!’ She cried out with each bounce.
The earlier synthetic penetration could not be compared to the fullness his beefed up ram rod gave. Pain hived the way to pleasure where the rest of his seed could settle deep within the private interior of her slick pussy. Joyous cries and grunts of ecstasy echoed off the walls around the room as both lovers’ animalistic desires were satisfied.
Naomi collapsed onto his exhausted body, panting every bit as hard as he did and kissed his jawline. ‘Fuck, Darren. You’re an amazing lover.’ She whispered, nestling her head in between his arm and neck.
Darren gulped at the air and caught his breath. ‘Boy, if that was my birthday present this year,’ he panted, ‘next year I want to fuck you while skydiving. You’re the amazing one honey.’ Energized from her hot sexy body, his mind already began to make plans for their next anniversary. ‘Now will you release me?’
Naomi didn’t want to spoil the next surprise she had in store for him. She sat up and reached across the bed for her bag of tricks. A wicked grin spread across her face as she pulled out another strap-on device.
‘I hope that is not going where I think your evil mind wants it to go?’
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Shaming of the Prude
©C.J. McNally 2011-2012
James Baxter called his friend to confirm their rendezvous for later that evening. ‘Still on for tonight?’
‘Yeah, can’t wait.’ Marcus breathed his enthusiastic reply into the phone. ‘I’ll see you there.’
‘All right, Marcus. Don’t forget to bring – well, you know, just don’t forget this time.’ James hung up the phone when his wife walked into the room.
‘Who were you talking to darling?’ Kate asked. She set the fresh flower arrangement down on the dining room table and began to hum her favourite concerto. Kate loved the orchid bouquets James bought her. She gave them extra special care as she pinched the messy pollen buds from their delicate centres.
‘I’m so sorry, it was a client. I’ll be working late again tonight. This account is going to be worth every penny I’ve invested.’
Kate left the flower arrangement to get comfortable on her husband’s lap. ‘I hope so, you’re never home much and I’m getting bored.’ Kate pouted her lower lip in the hope she might inspire him to stay a little longer. She grew rather lonely couped up in this stone cold empty palace he built for her on Charlton parade. What she once hoped would be their love nest had become a fortress of empty promises.
‘Don’t worry. If I didn’t work these hours, I wouldn’t be able to keep you.’ He smiled to try and reassure her. ‘I’ll be home before you miss me.’
Kate’s intuition set off her suspicious alarm. Did James have another woman he played behind her back? James had missed her birthday and then their wedding anniversary before his recent announcement at dinner that he’d also be ‘working’ on his birthday. If her marriage were in break down mode, the addition of a secret lover should not have come as a surprise to her either.
‘All right,’ Kate whined. ‘But you’ll miss out on dinner again. I made your favourite, pot roast.’ She tried to look disappointed in the hope she might trigger a spark of conscience in him, but her acting ability left much to be desired.
‘I’m sorry. My hands are tied sweetheart.’ He glanced over her shoulder at the clock. ‘Hat! I’ve got to go. I’m going to be late.’ James gave a platonic kiss to her forehead and plopped her down on the lounge.
Rejected and disappointed with the man she married, Kate forced herself out of pride, not to cry.
James grabbed his coat and gym bag from the closet by the front door.
‘Where are you going with your gym bag?’
‘I want to get a work out in before the meeting. See you later tonight.’ He threw her a kiss from the front door and left.
Kate grew up a shrewd young woman and knew when someone tried to cover up a lie. She decided not to take ‘no’ for an answer and followed him. With a watchful eye on him from the window, Kate pulled on her cardigan.
James hailed a cab and she quickly ran out the front door to grab the next one. She instructed the driver of her cab to follow his – at a safe distance.
The first cab pulled up outside a posh hotel and all her prickly suspicions were screaming at her that she had been right.. “He is cheating on me,” she thought, thrusting twenty dollars into the driver’s scrawny hand.
‘Keep the change,’ she said, and got out of the vehicle. She couldn’t believe her husband’s brash attempt to cheat on her in broad daylight. Curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to meet the other woman and give the “harlot” a piece of her mind. Kate marched into the hotel. If she had to knock on every single door in the place to find him, she would. She caught a glimpse of James slip into the elevator. She waited to see which floor the contraption would take him too. Her stomach churned with a mixture of emotions. The lift stopped three times; first on level six then again on level seven and eight. She would have to try all three levels if she were to catch her cheating husband red handed.
James didn’t think his betrayal through well enough for her to miss the smell of his designer men’s fragrance. The scent of his David Beckham Instinct cologne still hung in the air as she stepped inside the elevator.
“Stupid idiot,” thought Kate. She knew how to find him. Her plan had been so simple – follow her nose. She got out at level six to have a look around. The empty floor held no trace of his cologne. She tried level seven – again, no trace of his cologne. ‘It has to be eight,’ she whispered. By now, Kate’s palms began to sweat and nerves had over powered her sense of anger.
His scent grew strong on this floor.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and started to knock on every door. No-one in their right mind would open the door to their hotel room unless they expected a room service delivery or a housekeeping call. Posing as the latter, and after five quiet rooms with no reply, came across a room that had a fair amount of noise coming from within. She knocked. ‘Housekeeping!’ Kate loudly said, almost on the verge of a shout. Loud bawdy male cheers came from the inside along with a loud thumping music beat.
The door swung wide open. The hypnotic and energetic, techno-percussion rhythm of Safri Duo, assaulted Kate’s ears as she set eyes upon an unfamiliar face.
‘We’ll need more towels,’ slurred the semi naked man in his mid-thirties. The smell of stale beer on his breath mingled with the stench of his sweaty body made her want to heave. The heated breeze that came from the room reeked of sex and cigar smoke.
‘I’m sorry,’ Kate slowly backed away from the door. ‘I have the wrong room.’
‘Who is it, Charlie?’ A familiar voice roared from the noisy dim-lit room.
‘Housekeeping!’ The man addressed as Charlie hollered back.
‘Send her in here.’ Cheered another unfamiliar male voice.
Their laughter sent a chill up Kate’s spine and her instinct told her to run. But that voice; that voice sounded so like James! She had come this far and had to know for sure.
‘I’m Charlie, shhweedharrt,’ slurred the drunken man at the door, and reached out to grab the lapel of Kate’s coat. ‘Come inside for a bit.’ He yanked her inside the room, trapping her in the foggy darkness.
Kate lost her balance and fell against Charlie’s sweaty chest. Through the constant pound of the drum beat, she heard soft moans – moans that sounded like someone having sex! She pushed Charlie away, and let him crash to the floor as she blindly groped around looking for the light switch.
‘You little bitch!’ Charlie yelled.
‘What is it, Charlie? Housekeeping too much skirt for you?’ Laughed the man who sounded like her James.
‘James?’ Kate called out into the gloom. ‘Is that you?’
‘Kate?’
Kate’s first reaction of joy and relief quickly gave way to rage.
‘You son of a bitch! Where are you?’ She cursed at him still trying to feel her way around the rancid room. Her eyes stung from the tobacco smoke and could not adjust to the gloom.
James could see her. He got up from his chair and turned on a lampshade that was covered with a red scarf to give the room an erotic feel. His wife hurled herself at him pounding his naked chest with clenched fists. James grabbed her arms and held her tight against his half naked body.
She glanced at the bed where the sounds of a couple having sex were coming from and found his friend Marcus buried balls deep inside a woman she had never seen before.
‘Hold on just a minute.’ James managed to hold her still. ‘How did you find me here?’
‘No wives allowed in the gentleman’s club, James. That’s our only rule.’ A fourth man, whose voice came across calm and controlled from the shadows. ‘Unless, you want to put the prude through the humiliating initiation our group demands of playmates…..”
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