0 comments/ 62950 views/ 7 favorites Pornography Punishment By: adoration It's not that I don't love my wife, it's just that I have this thing about pornography. I can't get enough of it. And it's what got me into trouble, of course. Like I said, I love my wife. Lorraine is 38, same age as me, and is a tall blonde, with large, lush 38-inch breasts, a 26-inch waist and 34 inch hips. She's got long hair that tumbles like a wild wheat field to her lower back and she's got a terrific sun tan. Strongly built, largish buttocks, but gorgeous. The sex is good, and once a week she puts on sexy lingerie - she's got this latex playsuit with cut outs for her breasts and shaved pussy, which drives me wild. But sometimes she's in a fuck off mode. Now Lorraine is the moneybags in our marriage. It was her money that got me established in a nice little business selling baseball cards - and if you've got any mint-condition Honus Wagners hidden away we can both make a fortune. So, that being the case, I don't fuck around. What I do is trawl the net. If there's a pretty woman I come across, doesn't matter whether she's fully clothed or flashing her pussy at the camera, I'll download it. Though, to be completely honest, most of my downloads are of a, let's say, risque nature, if you get my drift. Like most closet masturbators to internet porn, I have my stuff stashed away. I put mine in a drawer beneath my bed, and you have to drag the built in bedside table away from the bed head to get the drawer open. Now when I say "stash" I'm not talking anything major. When I said I can't get enough of it, I mean I can't get enough of the good stuff. I am, I hope, a discreet surfer of porn - and no, I've never paid a penny for it, if you know where to look, you don't have to, right? I pride myself on having a classy, upmarket stash of lovely ladies. I keep them filed in various large envelopes. There's the Desirae Spencer file. She's gorgeous! Then there's the Nikki file, a much younger looking girl, possibly 20, but she looks 18. Great body, great lingerie, but she never shows pussy. Come to think of it, she never shows nipples, either. Ah well, a man can dream. The other "personal" file is the lush-figured German woman, Lady Barbara, who has a body which reminds me very much of our next door neighbour, Annie. But I'll get to her later, I'm afraid she plays a big role in my indiscretions! Then there's my major file, which is a really heavy number, containing some 150 pictures, oh all right, 200, and is made up of lovely ladies from all over, not just the Desirae Spencer, Nikki and Lady Barbara files I've found on various websites. As I say, the free ones are all there just waiting to be discovered, all you need is patience. And on nights when my darling is in one of her "fuck off" moods, I've got plenty of patience. I've also got a box full of goodies of a couple of English girls, which I found on some dominatrix site. One's a blonde, I think her name is Lynda Leigh, the other is called Theresa May, and I think with a body like hers, she most definitely does, if you see where I'm aiming. Sorry, I'm getting to the point now. One evening recently, I'd been surfing the net and came across a couple of nice pictures of a large ebony dominatrix doing some erotic domming with Ashley Renee - well, it looked like the lovely Ashley. I'd just printed them out when I heard Lorraine call out "I'm going for a dip, honey" and I collected the pictures from the printer and walked up to our bedroom. It was a hot California evening and I was clad only in a black thong, a full-fronted thing though, because when I get aroused in front of the screen, my eight-inches of uncut cock tends to grow and arm and a leg, if you get my meaning! I peeped round the bedroom door and saw the room was empty, then went to pull away the table and open up the drawer to my sexy little secret. And then, of course, I heard Lorraine. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she snapped. I swung round and saw her clad only in one of those erection-inspiring little satin bikinis she sunbathes in. "I thought you were swimming," I gaped, which, looking back on it, was a pretty fucking lame thing to say. "I realised I'd still got my Rolex on and I don't like swimming with it," she said, but she wasn't really thinking about her Rolex, she was staring at the bundle of A4-sized sheets of paper I was holding. "Show me!" she snapped, and held out her hand. I hesitated, then shrugged, realising I'd been caught red handed, as it were. "It's nothing," I said, "just a coupla pictures I liked, so I downloaded them." And I passed them over. Lorraine looked down at me, still half-kneeling by my semi-opened stash drawer. ""Up on the bed, Dave, now!" she ordered, and I did as she said. She then pushed me over till I was on her side of the bed, and climbed onto my side, the stash drawer just below her, still half open. Lorraine looked at the three pictures, then prodded a finger at the black girl: "Who's she?" "Er, I don't know," I replied, "I've never come across her before." "So," smiled my wife, "you're an habitual pornography surfer, aren't you, my dear Dave?" Then she jabbed a finger at the white woman, her breasts bound with rope, her bare backside exposed to the black girl's riding crop. "Who's she?" "I think that's Ashley Renee," I said, "she's a famous bondage model." "See," laughed Lorraine, "you are so a regular porn surfer, you filthy bastard!" Then she dropped the pictures on the floor and bent over to delve into my stash, presenting a magnificent view of bronzed arse cheeks, the little sliver of the thong bottom between them. But, to be honest, my mind wasn't really on her cute backside just then. Lorraine straightened up, propped herself up on two pillows and started to leaf through the big file. She was silent for a while, taking in the contents, when suddenly she sat up. "Look at the fuckin' body on that!" she exclaimed. I glanced over and commented: "That's Lady Sonia, one of the leading dominatrixes in England." Lorraine snorted: "I don't mean Lady fuckin' Sonia, or whoever she may be, I mean the fuckin' slave!" I looked and saw that Sonia was working on an impressively-cocked young blindfolded man, possibly in his early to mid-20s. That's something about Sonia, she always chooses well-hung young men for the masturbation games she and her models play. "She's a masturbatrix," I told Lorraine, "she gets her thrills by forcing men to ejaculate. She's very good at it, look how hard he is." Lorraine was already doing just that. "Fuck, I'd love to stroke that piece of meat," she said. "Tell you what, though, it gives me an idea." I detected that she now sounded far less pissed than when she had originally stumbled across me in flagrante porno, or whatever you care to call it. "How long does it take you to jerk off when you're wanking to these pictures, Dave?" she asked. I pondered. "Sometime I can last out for up to an hour," I replied. "Well, we're going to play masturbation games with these pictures," said Lorraine, giving me an evil smile. "But you'll have to last longer than an hour - you'll have to hold out for two hours. Come before the time control and you'll have to serve us. Come after the time control and we'll pleasure you." I may have been stunned by what she was saying but I did detect something in those sentences - you've got it, the words "us" and "we'll". "Er, Lorraine, when you say 'us' and 'we'll', I trust you're referring to the royal 'we'," I asked. "Like fuck," said Lorraine, picking up the bedside phone. "This I've got to share with Annie!" Annie, as I've said, is our next door neighbour and Lorraine's best friend. A widow, aged 40, she has jet black dark hair and a lush, full-figured body, very reminiscent of Lady Barbara, who I collected in one of my special files. I've always lusted after her - Annie, that is - but like I say, I don't fuck around. I leaned over to press down the receiver. "Look, Lorraine, please, this has gone too far," I said, "let's drop it, shall we? You can't possibly tell Annie." Lorraine gave me one of her sternest "Get off my case" stares and laughed: "Of course I can, you pathetic little wanker, and I'm going to. It's either that or forget sex with me ever again!" The threat stung me, and I slumped back onto the bed. Lorraine speed dialled her friend's number. "Hi Annie, it's me Lorraine - guess what? You know we've talked about the hours that Dave spends on the internet. Well, I've found out what he does." Annie said something, then Lorraine replied: "Yes, I know I doubted you, but you were right. He's been downloading pages and pages of porn. Masses of the stuff! "And I'm going to give him some masturbation punishment tomorrow and since you were so smart in guessing about his little fetish, I'm inviting you in on the game." Another pause our end, then Lorraine said: "OK, it's Saturday, so we've got all fuckin' day. Get here about 10ish and we'll get him going. I reckon we can get through three or four games before he's too fuckin' exhausted to get it up." Annie again spoke, then Lorraine: "Wear some really sexy lingerie, you know I told you what a bra and panty freak he is! See ya!" My wife hung up, then looked at me - or rather, at my crotch. "You filthy bastard," she grinned, "this is turning you on, isn't it?" And then she pointed at my stiff, thrusting into the front of the satiny black thong, before shucking off her bra to reveal her big, nipple-erect 38s. Next went the bikini bottom and she lay back: "Now fuck me - but don't you dare come, you've got a wank test tomorrow!" * * * * After breakfast on Saturday, Lorraine made me pour her a third cup of coffee, before asking: "How do you wank?" I was puzzled. "I lay on my belly on the bed, sometimes with an engorgement ring around my cock and balls and I rub up and down on the mattress till I come," I told her. Lorraine arched an eyebrow. "You mean, sort of simulating a fuck?" she asked. "Well, yes, I suppose, I've never really thought about it," I replied. "Only it's just that most of my former fucks used to masturbate by hand - you don't do that?" asked Lorraine. "No," I told her, "my method is the only way I've ever wanked." She grinned, then looked at her watch. "OK, it's nearly 9.35, time to get you ready. Let's go." And she stood and led the way to our bedroom. "Strip and put on that engorgement ring - by the way, why do you need it?" said Lorraine. "I don't need it," I said, testily, "it's just that it enhances my hard-on, give me a terrific erection, makes the feeling of the erection more intense." "OK, too much fuckin' information," she laughed. "Just get it on." I took the ring from my bedside table drawer, slipped my scrotum through the ring, then pulled my cock through it until my cock and balls were encircled by the gleaming metal sex toy. Lorraine, meanwhile, had piled up three pillows on the center of the bed, arranging them, lengthwise down it. Over it she draped a large rubber sheet, which we made love on occasionally. Its slippery coolness was exciting to me, and I'm sure that's why she chose it. The final piece of preparation was a black towel, which she positioned just about where my cock would rest on the bed. Just then there was a call from downstairs. "Hi it's me," and I recognised the voice of our neighbour, Annie. "I'll be right down, darling," called Lorraine. "On the sheet, Dave, face down, but don't start wanking till Annie and I are here." I lay down and some 10 minutes later, the door opened and in walked my wife and our lovely neighbour. Both were wearing lingerie that would have assisted in making me rock hard if I weren't already sporting a stiffy to be proud of. "Hi Dave," said Annie, walking to my left side, "been trawling the internet for porn, have we?" I looked up at her and almost gasped at the stunning sight. Annie, as I've said, has a lovely lush body and while I'd often ogled her cleavage when she's been wearing sexy dresses, I'd never seen her like this! Her big breasts were encased in a bright red bra, her upper globes brown and gleaming. A similarly bright pair of red panties covered her middle, drawn tight across her pussy, with its very prominent mons. She's got a full, fantastic figure and she is also very brown. My brain sent a message to my cock, which gave a spasm of delight at what my eyes were seeing. "Hi Annie," I answered, my voice barely rising above a croak, "yes, I've been caught red-handed." Then Lorraine, off to my right, dropped the thick envelope with my major file of internet porn, onto the bed, ahead of my position and in a place where I would get an ideal look at the shots. To add to my discomfort, she had chosen the latex playsuit which she knows drive me wild with lust, her nipples were there in all their glory, her shaved snatch gleaming with promise. "Right, Dave," she smiled down at my body, which despite the air conditioning was starting to perspire. "Here's the plan. I'm going to turn these pictures over, one by one, and we'll all make comments on them. As I do, you're going to start wanking. "Every 10 minutes you can have a comfort stop so we can check that you've not come. Two hours is the target for the first wank of the day, understood?" I nodded from my position on the sheet. "Right, then let's go," said Lorraine, and from the envelope produced a picture of one of my favourite models - Sandee Westgate. "Christ, look at that!" exclaimed Annie. "Those strings don't even hide her nipples and look at her pussy - the string in the bottom part is cutting right into her piss flaps!" I was wanking and the lovely blonde Sandee was staring at me, in a provocative pose, hands on hips, a broad smile and not much else on. I'd often exploded to this picture! "Who's the model, wanker?" snapped Lorraine. "Er, it's Sandee Westgate, a terrific lingerie model," I answered. "Like to fuck her?" asked my wife. "Yes," I panted, as I rubbed my cock up and down on the towel. "Next picture," announced Lorraine, turning over a shot of the gorgeous Amanda Lexx, bare breasted with a little denim miniskirt which had been hooked over her hips, displaying her super snatch with its prominent piss flaps. "Name of model?" Lorraine commanded. "Amanda Lexx," I answered. "Fuck," said Annie, "he knows them all by fuckin' name! Bet you'd like to lick that pussy, eh Dave?" "Yes," I almost groaned, feeling huge pressure under the dual interrogation. "Next picture," called Lorraine, and turned over a picture of a very pretty young blonde, wearing a black latex bikini. She's squatting on a couch and beneath her a naked man is pressing his face into the bikini bottom. "Name of model?" snapped Lorraine. "Don't know," I panted, trying desperately not to come. "Next picture," said Lorraine, turning up a picture of a busty, ball-gagged redhead wearing a black leather bra, matching leather briefs, and in bondage on some sort of frame. "Name of model?" she demanded. "Don't know," I answered. "She looks well built," said Annie. "Bet you'd like to fuck that, eh Dave?" I agreed. Another picture, this one taken several years ago of the lovely English domme Lady Sonia, bare-breasted, arms folded, garter belt, black stockings, black high heels, bare pussy, covered in semi-trimmed pubic hair. "I know who this is," sneered Lorraine, "It's some Limey tart goes under the name of Lady Sonia. He fancies her, Annie." Annie took over the interrogation: "Bet she's got a really smelly pussy, eh Dave?" "Yes, Annie," I whispered, not really sure of what response was best. "As smelly as this?" and the next door neighbour's red panties were waved in front of my face. "I don't know, Annie," I grunted, heaving around, trying to prevent an ejaculation I felt was imminent. Then Lorraine came to my rescue. "Comfort stop, Dave, kneel up," she ordered. I rose, cock stiff and dripping pre-cum. "Fine, no semen there, eh Annie," said Lorraine after checking the towel. "OK, Dave, back to work." Again I fell onto the towel and resumed my wanking. "Next picture," cried Lorraine and another of my real favourites was laid before me. An Amazon-type blonde, her hair dragged back into a severe ponytail, dressed in a black late bustier, which exposed her marvellous big tits appeared before me. The big blonde's breasts were slightly flattened by a cruel-looking riding crop which she was bending across her boobs. She wore black leather boots and her totally shaved pussy was completely exposed. "Now that tart has a really smelly pussy, I just know it," said Annie. "But as smelly as this, Dave?" And once more the red knickers were waved in front of my sweating face. "Annie," laughed my wife, "that's unfair. How can he tell? Give him an idea of just how smelly!" And with that, Annie knelt on the bed beside my heaving body and placed her panties over my face, making sure that the gusset was in position over my nose and mouth. The panties were sopping wet! The smell was over-powering and wonderful! "What do you reckon, Dave?" asked our neighbour. "Would she be as smelly as that?" I strove for diplomacy: "If so then she would be gorgeous to eat, Annie." Our neighbour laughed. "Good answer. Oh, Dave, you can leave the knickers on, by the way." I groaned out a "Thank you, Annie", but both women and I knew that the placement of the panties on my face was making my task of refraining from ejaculation that much harder! Then Lorraine turned to a picture of the gorgeous model Ashley Robbins and I knew I was gone! Ashley is a stunning red head, big natural breasts, large thighs, fantastic arse. I really, really fancy her, as if you haven't guessed already! "Name?" snapped Lorraine. "Ashley Robbins," I grunted. "You fancy her, don't you, you filthy old pervert," laughed Annie. "Look, Lorraine, his face has gone bright red!" The next picture showed Ashley in the gym, all oiled up, spreading her lush pink pussy lips. The next was a picture of her oiled again, but wearing black leather boots. I was desperately fighting back the urge to come. Three more pictures of her wearing sexy black lingerie followed, then the group I was afraid of. It was a series shot indoors and Ashley is posing on a black rubber mat. The first picture showed her wearing red briefs and black boots. She's got a "Let's have fun" grin on her beautiful face. But the next pictures were the real killers. Naked now, she is posing on tip toe, which does wonders for her lovely calves and lush thighs. In one picture she's pulling her long hair up high and her breasts are lifted into lovely twin uplifts. Her pussy has a little tuft of reddish-brown hair on the mons and her pussy lips are fully visible. Then Annie started in on a verbal assault: "Bet you'd like to fuck her, eh Dave? Bet you'd like to lick her arse, eh? Drink her piss, too, you filthy wanker, eh?" "Yes," I agreed, sweating running into my eyes as I strained not to come. "Yes, you'd fuck her, then go down on her and drink her piss, you filthy sod," said Annie and that was it. Talk of fucking and piss-drinking and I was gone. With a great heave and then a sigh, I moaned "Oh fuck, I've got to come, I've got to. I'm cummmmming!" And I exploded a great wad of jism onto the towel, then another and then a third before rolling over, revealing to my audience the evidence of my ejaculation smeared on the towel. Lorraine grinned down at my heaving body. "Well, now we know Annie - Ashley Robbins rings his bells, rings 'em big-time!" My wife then took the towel, walked to the en suite and dumped it in the laundry basket, then threw me a tissue to help clean up my now limp cock. "Well, Dave," she said, "if you'd been able to last the time you'd have been rewarded with a fuck with the lovely Annie here. It's some time since she's had a fuck. Pornography Punishment Ch. 02 I had been allowed a "recovery" period, then Annie, who was now naked, but for her high heels, ordered me back on the rubber sheet and told me to prepare to "start stroking", a misnomer as I don't masturbate like that. "Now, Dave," said Annie, as my playsuit-clad wife, Lorraine, started filming my ordeal, "you've got a target of one hour to reach. Fail and you please me with your mouth, again. Succeed and it's a fuck." Then she paused. "Which would you rather have, wanker?" she asked, sneeringly. "A fuck, please, Annie," I told our 40-year-old next-door neighbour. "Right, well you'd better control yourself, then, Mr Wanker," she laughed. "Now first picture - ooh, a youngie! How young, wanker? Nineteen, 20?" I had resumed my wanking, rubbing my stiffy up and down on the towel which my wife had laid on the rubber sheet, to replace the one I had soiled during my previous masturbation control humiliation. "I think she'd be about 20, Annie," I said, as I gazed at one of my favourite wank pictures - a lovely blonde, with a sort of Mona Lisa smile, was sitting back in a large brown leather chair, her widespread high-heeled feet resting on a coffee table, her thighs wide. She was wearing a black PVC bikini, the bottom of which was drawn tautly across her lush pussy. "You fancy her, you want to fuck her, you want to eat her, don't you?" Annie taunted me as I wanked. "Yes," I mumbled, and then Annie had turned another picture over. This showed a superbly-bodied woman in pony-girl gear, with long black boots, dragging a little sulky with a bare breasted, hard-faced looking woman sitting in it, brandishing a wicked-looking buggy whip. "You'd like to be in that sulky, whipping her lovely buttocks, wouldn't you, wanker?" said Annie. But I could hardly answer before the next shot was placed before me. This showed a mature woman, possibly in her late 40s, wearing a big black PVC bra and high-hipped black PVC panties. She also wearing thigh boots and standing on a bed, flexing a cane in her hands. "Christ, mummy's going to whip him - look, wanker, she's got to be 50 if she's a day! You fuckin' old pervert!" I grunted and continued my thrusting as Annie turned over yet another picture. Oh dear, this was one of my favourites, of a blonde model with deep blue eyes. She was wearing a half-cup red satin bra, which showed the briefest glimpse of the tops of her areolae. Her legs were crossed and round her midriff was a red leather mini-skirt and she was showing a broad expanse of rather whitish thigh. In her hands she was flexing a whippy, cruel-looking slim cane. "What the hell is this?" sneered Annie, as I gazed at the picture. "Oh, I get it, it's the fuckin' cane. You'd like her to cane you, wouldn't you? Go on, admit it!" "Yes, Annie," I muttered, "I'd like her to cane me." "And then you'd like her to urinate on your buttocks, you'd like the sting as the salty piss splashes onto your fuckin' fat arse, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Annie, that would be lovely," I confessed. "Fuckin' perv," she snapped, turning over the fifth picture during my ordeal. And so the interrogation and the picture turning continued, six, seven, eight nine, 10 pictures. Then number 11. Oh fuck, this was one of my all-time favourites! It showed the lovely English model, Theresa May, wearing a black leather bustier. Above it were her large, brown-nippled breasts. Her black hair was tousled, her skin gleaming as if she had just enjoyed a long, sweaty fuck. Beneath the hem of the bustier Theresa was nude, displaying a strip of dark pubic hair at her mons, then kissable piss flaps, which shone in the camera's flash. What a beautiful pussy! I groaned as I looked at it. I was past the first 10-minute mark, surely it was nearly time for another brief rest? But no, Annie drove me on with her words. "Fuck me, you really fancy this tart, don't you wanker?" "Yes," I grunted, fighting back sweat which was threatening to flood my eyes and the beginning of an explosive ejaculation which was threatening to flood the towel! "Who is she? Name, age? Tell me about her!" snapped my interrogator. "She's Theresa May," I answered, drinking in the mature English woman's beauty. "Age?" snapped Annie, again. "Er, I don't know," I mumbled, "possibly late 30s, possibly 40." "Forty if she's a fuckin' day," Annie said, "but that wouldn't stop you fuckin' her if she allowed it, would it?" I was feeling the onset of the inevitable tumbling from my cock. "No," I agreed with Annie. Theresa May is one of the world's most fuckable women! "But she wouldn't let you fuck her, would she, wanker?" Annie went on, remorselessly. "And you know why? 'Cos she's a fuckin' dominatrix, isn't she, wanker?" "Yes, Annie, I think she is," I answered, and then I was lost, my cock was shuddering, my balls were bursting. "Go on, wanker, come for the lovely Theresa. Look, she's laughing at you, you pathetic wanker," shouted Annie, as I gave up the totally struggle and spent my second spunk shot on the towel, all the while gazing at Theresa May's imperious pussy! "Nineteen fuckin' minutes," Lorraine announced, as she checked the counter on her VCR. "Well I think you're going to have to halve the time for his third wank, Annie. Bring it down to 30 minutes, see if he can last that long, the cunt." "Agreed," said Annie, as she sat back in the easy chair and spread her thighs onto the arms to display a moist-looking pussy, hardly any less desirable than the strict Theresa's. Lorraine wiped my dwindling cock on the towel, then went and threw it in the laundry basket. "I've got him going down on you on film already, Annie," she said. "Enjoy your next orgasm, while I go downstairs and mix us some drinks. A nice long vodka?" Annie checked her watch. "Christ, it's only just gone 11 - oh, what the hell, I don't have to drive. Sure. Now, slave, suck me and I want a better fuckin' Big O this time, 'kay?" I climbed from the bed and knelt before Annie's sweet-smelling pussy, its fragrance strong and musky in the warmth of the room. Just before I had started laving away at her obviously aroused sex lips, Annie whispered to me. "Now listen, Dave," she said, "I really want a fuck from you, you pathetic little toad. You want to fuck me, don't you?" I gazed at her dark pussy, and her lovely tanned skin. God, she looked so much like the adorable German model, Lady Barbara! "Of course I do, Annie, I think you're fuckin' gorgeous," I said, and it was no lie, she was oozing an earthy, feminine sexuality which I found intoxicating as I knelt so close to her lovely snatch. "Well, what do I have to do to get you to fuck me?" she whispered. "Less of the fuckin' word teasing," I said. "And go for the batch of pictures I've got of Lynda Leigh - she's another English model, but I'm getting over her. I think I could last the distance if you produced those." Annie grinned down at me and then patted me on my sweaty face. "OK lover boy, you've got it. Now eat me!" And as Lorraine entered the bedroom carrying two long, large vodka and tonics, I began my oral adoration on Annie's lush and inviting pussy. She let me work slowly and steadily, giving me plenty of time to recover from my second spunk-shooting exercise and then she was starting to feel the full arousal of the Big O as my tongue at last concentrated totally on her clit. Her second orgasm was louder than her first, but again accompanied by her shouted commands of "Flat tongue me, Dave, flat tongue" as I worked on her to the climax. After Annie had calmed down, Lorraine instructed me to take a plunge in the pool, complete 25 laps and then come back to "see if you can last for at least 30 minutes, you fuckin' pathetic tosser". I sprinted from the room, and leapt into our pool, still naked - the pool is shielded from our neighbours, which is just as well, considering some of the things Lorraine get up to beside it occasionally! I towelled down, then returned to the scene of my previous humiliations. There, on the bed, I saw a pile of pictures - about 25, I knew - and on the top was the lovely Lynda Leigh, a busty, mature blonde from England, who had been one of my favourites for some time. But lately, I had cooled of her fully-lipped piss flap attractions, although she was still a very fuckable woman. Annie "helped" get my cock and balls encircled by the metal engorgement ring, then let me lie down on the rubber sheet and yet another clean towel. "Now let's go for a third time, Dave," she said, "and for fuck's sake try to do it right this time!" "Now, name, age and what do you know about this stern-looking tart?" I began to thrust up and down on the towel as I stared at the pretty English model. Big breasts in an open-fronted leather bra, a leather garter belt, leather g-string. She was holding a cat o' nine tails and wearing elbow-length rubber gloves. But I thought I could handle this, all right. You see, it's a lot like life, pornography. Sometimes you come across a lady you think you wanna fuck forever, and then she goes stale on you. Her breasts and pussy are no longer lickable, her face becomes just another face. Well, that was the way it was with Lynda. I thought when I'd downloaded her that I would wank to her forever, but I grew tired of her, despite the erotic leather and PVC clothing she often posed in. So Annie could go on about how much I wanted to fuck her, how much I wanted to lick her pussy, drink her piss, how much I wanted her to whip me - it didn't work, I was well in control. It didn't matter how much she tried to goad me - and I don't think she was trying too hard, between you and me - I wasn't going to come wanking to Lynda. The spark between the lovely English model and myself had died, the flame would not be relit. After 30 minutes, Lorraine made me roll over to check my cock and my towel. The former was still stiff as a board, the latter was moist from pre-cum, but the globs of cum that I'd shot in sessions one and two were absent. I had won! "Well done, Wanker," said Lorraine, jerking the towel from beneath my hips, "you've earned the right to fuck Annie." Then, addressing her friend, Lorraine asked: "Mind if I film it, just for our own private amusement later?" "Fine by me," smiled our black-haired neighbour, "but what say Dave has another refreshing swim, while I get ready for him and his eight-inches of pleasure?" Lorraine smiled knowingly, then invited - sorry, ordered me outside for another 25-lapper. Just as well, I guess, I needed a bit of a breather, it had been a hard-working morning. Back upstairs, after towelling dry, I entered the bedroom. There, I found Annie lying on the bed, her body covered by one of our black rubber sheets. Lorraine was standing alongside the bed, VCR in hand. "Get the engorgement ring on, then pull the sheet back," she told me and I did, only with some difficulty, since it's hard - pardon the pun - to get a metal ring like that on when your cock is trying to soar into erection. Finally I achieved the goal, and stiff-pricked and cock-and-ball-ringed, I was ready to throw the sheet back from Annie's body. "OK, Dave, she's all yours," called Lorraine and I swept the sheet back from Annie's prostrate figure, then gasped with surprise. Her lush, full body was naked - I expected that, of course. What I had not expected was to find her wrists bound by black stockings to the bedposts and her ankles similarly bound at the posts at the foot of the bed. Annie grinned at me and spoke. "Sorry, Dave, but being fucked while in bondage is just one of my turn-ons. And being licked when I'm helpless like this is another. So do you mind getting started?" Did I mind? I almost dived onto the bed, my mouth at her minge in an instant, my tongue licking and laving at her tasty twat. Soon she was writhing in anticipation of another orgasm, but this time I was in charge. Sensing her increasing agitation and excitement, I dragged my mouth from her thrusting pussy and ran my tongue over her mons, into her navel, across her nipple-taut breasts and into her mouth. As I insinuated my tongue into her mouth, I insinuated my cock into somewhere equally warm, wet and inviting. "Oh fuck me, Dave," she panted, after I had pulled my mouth from hers to lick her ear lobe and nuzzle at her neck, "I've not had a cock for so long!" To quote Clark Gable and his immortal one-liner from Gone With The Wind, frankly, my dear, I thought, I don't give a damn. She'd teased and tormented me all morning, now I was going to enjoy myself, riding to glory in her lovely cunt. I thrust like a teenager, all fun and no fuckin' care. I didn't care whether she came, all I cared was that I was having the fuck of my life - well, one of the fucks of my life! Then I kissed her on her full red lips again and once again I marvelled at how much she resembled the luscious Lady Barbara, who I'd often masturbated to. And now here I was, fuckin' a Lady B look-alike! It was by then too much for me. I felt that old familiar surge as the brain gave the balls the signal: "Let it all go, partner!" I was coming and coming hard, thrusting and thrusting, pumping and pumping until I gave a gasp and a cry as my third ejaculation of the morning shot its way up my shaft and out of my cock into her waiting vagina. Christ, I thought, as I fell off her, panting and laughing, laughing and panting, all at the same time, I've just fucked Lady Barbara! As I said when I started the story, I've got this thing about pornography! Pornography Punishment "But since that cock of yours is now toally fuckin' useless in the pleasuring department, you're going to have to satisfy her by mouth. Down you go!" And to my amazement, Annie was now seated in the easy chair on my wife's side of the bed, her bra was off, her big breasts dropped into their natural position, her thighs splayed wide on the arms of the chair. I looked and saw a very pretty pussy, a thatch of dark brown hair on the mons, but the rest shaved, dark, lush, brown and pink and inviting. And I was being ordered by my wife to eat it! "Come on, Dave," called Annie, "don't you know it's rude to keep a lady waiting?" I climbed from the bed and knelt in front of her aromatic snatch. "It's a long time since I had oral adoration, Dave," she told me, "so be gentle, there's a pet. Oh, and start at my anus. I love it when my slave starts at my anus!" I poked my tongue out and licked at her puckered arsehole, tasting its musky tang, then moved up to her cunt. Shit, she was wet! "Hope you're not in danger of drowning down there, Dave," she called, "but like I said, I've not been muffed for a long time." Then I really got stuck into my work, laving all over her sex lips, up to her clit, then back to her anus, before arousing her all over again in the other places. Finally, after about five minutes of cunnilingus, Annie started to wriggle and then shouted: "Flat tongue on that clit, Dave, flat tongue - yes, that's it, that's it, keep it going! Yes, I'm coming, Dave, I'm coming." Then she exploded into a shuddering, noisy climax as I kept my face pressed to her magnificently perfumed pussy. "Great," said my wife, "that's going to look great on the large screen!" Unknown to me, occupied as I was with other things, Lorraine had got all the action down with her video recorder! "Tell you what, Lorraine," said a now fully-recovered Annie, "why don't you film his next wank, while I turn the pages?" "Good thinking, Annie," said my wife. "And since two hours is obviously totally beyond this wanker, we'll halve the time to one hour. Ready to go, Dave?" And I was. My cock had risen and I was feeling ready to wank again! But one hour? I seriously doubted I could last that long - but then, if I didn't so what? The punishment wasn't too bad, was it? To be continued...