3 comments/ 135580 views/ 15 favorites Rod Sucks a Mystery Cock By: PinkDelphi Rod Gets Lingerie, a Strap-On and a Mystery Cock. He tastes cock for the first time. Part Five My other boyfriend was going to service Rod's decadent desires, and Rod did not know it. My friend Bill was sitting in his car just outside the house, waiting to come in at the right time, when Rod was really ready for his first taste of real cock. I had found out about this kinky desire he needed fulfilled. Rod had been talking about how, although he was not gay, he would not let a stiff cock go wasted if it was bobbing up and down in front of him and if the time was "right". I wondered how it ever would happen if I were to just wait, so I decided to help things along. Rod went on and on about it, talking about swallowing hot cum and jacking off a man, and the more I encouraged him, the more he really got hot thinking how much he might like sucking on some man's dick. He talked and talked to me about it, getting a good stiff one in the process, and I decided to make it happen, and to put a cock within reach one night and watch the action unfold in front of me. It was to be a surprise, and like many surprises, I had no idea how it would play out, and what might happen once he saw what was happening. I knew Rod wanted to play with a man's stiff cock. There did not seem to be any doubt he wanted it, but it was not clear what he would do, and what he would feel. I wondered if he would become desperately passionate and aggressive, or if he might roll onto his stomach like a sissybitch and quietly beg for it. There was no way to know. I figured he would take it up his ass eventually, since, in the heat of passion, he wished for it in so many ways, but he initially just wanted to suck and swallow it. I knew he really wanted to be fucked in the ass. And not just by dong made of rubber or leather, although that was fine, too. Besides his secret, forbidden desires, there was something else to interest me. With another freely available dick in the room with me, I hoped I would have a chance to suck some cum from it, too. That was not a done deal, since although I knew Bill well; he had never shown any interest me that way. I was going to see if I could maybe "steal" a taste of a gay dick while he was getting fucked by my boyfriend. Two dicks seemed so delicious to me. Two men fucking really gets me hot, regardless of the situation. For me, two women are just not as interesting. Imagine this;................. "Hey! What do you think you are doing?", Bill protests, as I take his cock into my mouth. "Um...... uh...oh ...ummm.........Just let me taste it, Bill, it tastes so, so, good... just a little taste... I won't tell...... Ummmmm... ah...ahhh.. mmmmmm. Oh, baby, it is so good.....I love it baby... I love this hard gay dick.... it is sooo sweet, Bill..." All during this, loud sucking and wet noises are filling the room. The familiar Smacking, slurping sounds that indicate a total loss of control, and only wanton sex-craved, mouth-filling, desire. "No... don't.... stop it....", he protests, trying to pull away. "Urmph.... Bill...it is so good. You taste soo good... just let me for now, please..", I continue. How could I lose? I had thought of all the possibilities, and all of them seemed wonderful. The main thing I was trying to figure out was how to make the moment present itself in the best way. Rod had no idea Bill was coming over. Bill and I wanted to surprise him with a nasty hot dick at a time he was so hot that there would be no way he could refuse to reach for it and start sucking. It was all a matter of planning and timing, both of which were uncertain. I was hoping for the best. Just now, Rod had said he wanted me to dress up like a whore for him, and show him how many different sluts I could be this night. "Kara, could you put on some of the things I got for you? And, you know, really show me how nice they are?...REALLY show me?" He wanted to see different nasty outfits, and I was happy to be the fuck-bitch for him. Actually, I am happy to be a fuck-bitch for just about any guy, but there is nothing wrong with that, is there? I had something else to surprise him with, too. I had bought a black and red wig that week, and had it in my overnight bag. It was long, sultry, and it made me very tempting, I thought. I was somebody else with it on. With that, in his mind, he would have a totally different woman to fuck. That's how it is with men. Change your hair color, and they are fucking somebody else, and getting away with it. Sounded good to me. Anything he wanted was fine with me, as long as he kept that cock working overtime. I had not yet been let down by Rod, but I was thinking he might overdo it if I did not pace him. I didn't want him to just fuck me and end his evening. We always enjoyed very creative evenings of decadent sex, but tonight I had more on his menu than he knew. I had to be sure to keep him going until he had his surprise served up. It was a very sensuous thing: he was going to get a man tonight, and I wanted to watch. I also expected to be fully serviced as well. I went to the bath, and took a long shower. Out of the shower, I wrapped a long think towel around myself, and I dried my hair as I headed for the bedroom. Then I selected a bra, garter belt, stockings, and frilly panties from his assortment of things he provided for me. That was Rod. He shopped and bought me these things, and he decided what kind of lingerie I would be wearing in his house. I unwrapped and dressed in some brand new things he got from Internet shops. Putting on my "come fuck me shoes" seemed a bit more nasty this night. I pulled them on over long sheer black lace stockings, and tossed on a sheer robe. It is really nice to know your man cares enough about you to pick out your lingerie and accessories. That is how he is. He likes to make me into his sex toy. He knows what he likes, and he gets it all for me. Everything he has for me, he wants to see me wear. Eventually he will. He will get to see people besides me wear some of it, too. I went to the kitchen, and opened a bottle of wine. I had to indulge his boy-like fantasy. He wanted a show to remind him of the inaccessible girls from the skin mags of his childhood. He wanted some of the Playmates of the month brought to life. That sounded fine to me, I like to be a slut, and let's face it, every one of the women in those magazines was a slut, pure and simple. They varied in their "girl-next-door" appeal, but every one was there for one thing. How many loads had each elicited from throbbing cocks? How many times? I was happy to be one. But I wanted more. I went into the bedroom, and got several scarves Rod had been teasing me with for the past few weeks. He was always threatening to tie me up and have his way. We had not yet used any of them on me, since we always had found other things to interest us before now. I went to the living room, and showed him a couple of the scarves. Rod was a bit surprised seeing me with them, since up until now, they had appeared to be have been his devices to use on me. He seemed to look forward to my next moves. "Look what I found to play with. Turn around.", I said. His eyes opened wide. "Turn around." "What?" "You heard me." He turned. I took control. He quickly obeyed me, and I knew he was getting hard right then. I bent him over, I tied his hands together behind his back with one, and spun him back around. "There, that should help...but you need more than that. Let me see..." I thought about it. Here I was, standing before him in stunning lingerie, a fuck-babe ready to go, and I wanted full control. The tied wrists were not enough. I had to think.... Get over here...." I motioned him toward the rocking chair... "Sit down..." I untied his hands, repositioned them in front of him, and I threaded a long orange scarf between the slats of the rocker back, and around his waist. Then, using the ends of the scarf binding his wrists, I simply tied them to the orange scarf. He could easily reach his own dick with his two bound hands. The main thing was, he could not get out of the chair or untie himself. "Good. Now I am safe from you...No touching me until you pay for it, bitch..." He was doing what he was told, and I know he was getting off on the whole thing. I loosened his robe sash, and opened his robe, so his erect cock was now on display, and if he wanted to, he could play with it. I had other things in mind, of course. I stood across from him, admiring my slave. I began to touch myself, seemingly ignoring him. My hands worked their way into my lingerie, which I knew would be very erotic for him. He loved the idea of getting into my sexy lacy and sheer bras and panties. I slowly but deliberately began to pinch my nipples through the bra, and then went down to the panties. Without removing or slipping them aside, I began to push right into my pussy, forcing the sheer panty fabric right into my snatch. Just a bit. My wetness was soon visible as the material darkened. I only did this briefly, since I did not want to get carried away with myself, but had to remain somewhat aloof. I stopped and ran a finger between the top of my stockings and my thigh. Rod was beginning to breath noticeably more rapidly. What are you looking at?" I asked. "Are you watching me? How did you get in here?" I suddenly turned and left. I went back to the bedroom, and searched for a new set of things. I found a green slit front bra with matching open crotch panties, black fishnet stockings, black pumps, a thin, thin, see through black teddy, and a black garter belt. I took my time, and put them all on. I then got out the red wig, and opened the cosmetic drawer Rod stocked for me. Ruby red lipstick, dark blue eye shadow, and an application of pink lipstick to my nipples... They were showing through the slits in my bra. I looked in the mirror. Not bad, for a slutty whore. Well worth the money, if I was selling it. I tucked the lipstick in the waist of my tiny panties, hoping they would not slip out. On the way back to him, I went through the dining room, and poured myself some red wine. Then I took a bunch of grapes with me into the room were Rod was tied up. I turned out all of the lights except the light on a table near the window, next to a very nice Louis Icart etching of a woman in a lacy full dress and petticoats being fucked by a man in a powdered wig. They are both in a horse drawn carriage with the door open. The horseman is up top, waiting for his orders, seemingly unsurprised by the rocking of the carriage while the fucking continues below. One of my favorite artists, by the way. Reputable, but nasty. Like me. I turned to Rod, and had a sip of wine. He had noticed the different hair color, of course, immediately, and I was another woman. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. "Ummmm...." he said. "Humph.....nice picture." I motioned to the erotic art. "Uh huh..."....unsure of the situation. "What do you want me to do for you?....I get paid by the hour." He got it. He had a whore, and he could not get to her. "Suck my cock." "I don't think so...I don't do that to just anyone." "Hmmm...Could you turn around?" I looked at my grapes, and turned to the etching, studying it. He could see the hem of the fishnet stockings I wore running up the back of my legs, ending at my thighs, and my ass was showing on each side of the thin back of my slutty little panties with the open slit in front, which ran all the way under and up past my ass. The slit was tied with three small satin bows, and begged to be violated. He had a view of my exposed, ready, pussy from the front, the nicely shaved cunt hair showing through the material, and he certainly fixed his eyes on my stiff nipples poking through between the tiny satin bows holding each cup closed. I knew he was getting a good taste of my outfit, and I wanted him to want more. I set down the wine, and gently began to twirl my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger of my right hand. I brought the bunch of grapes up to my mouth with my right, and plucked one off. He was stiff, rocking slightly, and beginning to feel constrained. "Uh..." "Yes? What?" ...sternly...uncaring... "What can I do for YOU?" "Hmmm....not much, I am sure." "I can think of some things." "Really?" "Let me kiss you." "No." I reached for the lipstick, and took the top off of it. I got very close to him, and slowly applied the creamy color to his lips. Then I did the same to each pert nipple, and finally, colored the throbbing tip of his big cock. I circled it around and around, and the dick bobbed up and down, as stiff as it could possibly be. "There, now you look like a perfectly nice whore. A very nasty whore, aren't you? Would you like to be fucked hard now? Would it be nice if I slipped that pretty little cock-tip inside of my panties?", I teased. "Ahhh...yes ....It would be very nice ...please ...do I .... do me..." "No. I don't think so..Besides, I have to go." I suddenly left the room, leaving him with a raging hard on and nowhere to put it. He was frustrated, horny, and he got nothing but a good look and nothing else except some power exerted over him. I was as unattainable as any glossy photo in a magazine. I had been there about ten minutes. Knowing Rod, he really wanted to feel me up through the lingerie, and to violate it all. He was not allowed in. I went to the bedroom, and began to change into a third set of lingerie. This time I selected all white lace and satin, I was his new bride. White garter belt, long white bridal gloves, white lacy bra, shoes, etc. You know, like the brides you see in the catalogs, all dressed, powdered, and ready to surrender their recently regained virginity to their new hubby. I took off the wig, and brushed and arranged my blonde hair in two perky ponytails. A teen angel bride.., maybe. This time, on the way to him, I stopped in the kitchen and got myself a lime green Popsicle. Just on an impulse... I thought a Popsicle was totally erratic, and appropriate to the moment. It was a spur of the moment thing, like when I trace lipstick around Rod's nipples or on the tip of his dick. Strictly what feels right at the time, and that's all that matters. Usually, it is the right thing to do at the time. I went in the room, ignoring the man with the exposed cock sticking straight up, tied to the chair. He looked me over carefully. "Kara." "Um...hummm?" "Untie me." "No. I don't think I should. I'm not ready." "Ready for what?" "That." nodding towards his cock. "Why not?" "It might hurt me. It's kind of big." "Untie me." "Maybe I can just sit here on the sofa and see if it gets smaller or something." I continued sucking on the Popsicle, taking it all the way down my throat, as if nothing unusual were happening. It began to get smaller, wetter, and to drip down my chin, and I gently took the drippings and licked my fingers. I kept sucking the Popsicle, making deliberate soft sucking noises. I finished up the Popsicle, and rested back and, as if I was all alone, I reached inside my panties and began to play with my pussy with my open-tip-finger-gloved hands...it felt especially nice with those gloves.... "Kara...Come here. Come closer." "Why?" "Kara." "Oh, maybe I am distracting you. Maybe I should just leave." "No ... no... just a second.. Why don't you come here and rub my neck? Please?" "I'm kind of busy." I ran the now wetter and diminished Popsicle around my pussy lips, and working it in between them, I moved the shrinking frozen dick in and out, slowly. It felt so cold, so icy, and so delicious. I kept playing with my pussy as if it were the most normal thing to do in polite company, and after rubbing my clit, ran two fingers down the slit, and began to shove them in and out slowly, ignoring him totally. I alternated two fingers of my left hand with the icy lime flavored cock I had in my right. Tiring of this, since it was no longer as big as it was when I started, I pulled my fingers out of myself, straightened my cute wedding night attire, and left the room, loudly slurping and sucking up the last bit of my frozen plaything... "Ummmm... this is sooo good..." "Don't take too long. Get back here." What? I can't hear you," I answered. could hear his rocking chair creaking a bit, and figured he was touching himself. I, frankly was ready to eat it up, but was behaving myself as much as possible, and trying to be very disciplined. Since his wrists were tied up, I didn't think he could do much, so I let him have his fun. I went into the bedroom, and changed again. I put on a tight red spandex dress over another set of lingerie. The dress was just a tube type dress, clinging to my body, and barely covered my ass. The thong beneath was just enough to keep me legal in public, but barely so. This time I had put on the skimpiest micro bra and open front panties, also in red. They were very nice, with a slit running all the way from the front to above my ass, tied shut with three tiny satin bows. My pussy showed itself through the slit, and it was easy to fuck me through it, the way Rod loves to enjoy his lingerie. Make no mistake...this was all HIS lingerie. I was just the whore wearing it. He loves to see his dick plowing through my panties, in and out, getting them wetter and more saturated with my juices. I sat on the bed and pulled on some red sheer stockings and red high-heeled shoes. The stockings had a cute pattern of wide horizontal red and white stripes, and were very cute, I thought. Cute was not what Rod would think. He would judge them on their slut rating. These were highly rated on that scale. They were thigh high, and had a little white satin bow on top, at the back. The tops of the stockings were just below the bottom of the "dress". No garter belt, although I would have liked to add that feature to my look. I pulled my hair up into a bun, very tight. I put some more eyeliner on, and put on some Dior perfume. I looked at the woman in the mirror. Quite more privately available than the one that worked at the radio station five days a week. I liked what I saw. That was enough. I wanted trying for the "whore dressed to kill look", able to get into a Hilton Hotel, only by bribing the doorman with a fifty, who would let me slip in quickly when no management was looking. The look I was trying for was the look of the escort showing up at the businessman's hotel room, and having him gasp when he sees me because I am much too expensive for him, and he has ordered up far more than he can afford or handle. Very expensive, very sexy, and very experienced. I know Rod likes that look. Most men do, don't they? I was really enjoying the idea of having my man tied up in the other room, and me getting to play the part of the total whore. I went back into the room. I got my camera. I also had a bottle of Glide lube. When I walked in, I thought I heard the gasp of the businessman. I took a close-up picture of his stiff cock poking up while he was tied to the chair. Then I said I wanted him to take my picture. He said he couldn't. He was tied up. "Oh, I see," I said. I untied the scarf and retied only one hand. I handed the small camera to him, and with his free hand, he started taking pictures of me, while I posed in every sexy way I could imagine. I leaned against the mantle, knowing the tight dress was very hot for Rod to see. He had never seen me in it before, and the effect was perfect. I did not reveal anything; I only posed enough to make sure he lusted to see more. Then I took the camera away. I left the one hand free. I returned to the "real" Kara, no longer pretending to be the bride or the whore. "What do you think, Rod? Like the dress?" Rod Sucks a Mystery Cock "Ummmm hummm... very nice", he said, somewhat short of breath. "Like these things?....", showing him my inviting panties and bra...lifting the hem of the practically non-existent dress. He looked at me, saying nothing, but I can imagine what he was thinking...He wanted his cock in my panties, and he wanted it in there now. Take lots of pictures of me, baby. I want to remember this night, and you can keep them with you to remind yourself of how much fun I am....." He started taking shots of me, and I tried to show lots of leg, knowing he liked that. He must have snapped dozens and dozens after a few minutes. "Do you like this?.....Ummm..I can see that you like it, you seem really ready there...(looking directly at his cock). ...You look so nice there all tied up. Just don't touch me, and I won't tie your other hand again. Is there anything I can do for you?", I asked my captive. "Oh, baby. Is there something you can do?...Ummm you can....." "What, babe? What can I do? What would you like? Would you like something to drink?" "Um...sure. Could I have a sip of your wine?" I took the glass over to him, and even though he had one hand free, I brought it to his lips and tilted it back as he sipped it. I took my other hand and lightly played with his left nipple. It hardened up like mine do. I kept touching it..... "That's good..drink it all down for mama...Good boy. There...all done. Would you like some more?" "No...that's...." "YES. You would like some more...let me get it..." I turned and refilled the glass, and brought the glass to his lips and made him swallow a whole glass of wine in one gulp. "You drink this all up, now, and mamma will have something else for you." "That's good, drink it all, baby...swallow it all...Ummmm...Look at that cock, baby, do you need something?" I quickly pinched one of his shiny red nipples...gripping it hard, and pulling it as I took my hand away, finally releasing it after pulling it as far as it would go. I took some drops of wine, and rubbed them onto his shaft. He wanted a high-school-girl's hand job right there, but I just wanted to make his cock more tasty. "Now, what else can I get you, baby? Don't be shy. Tell me what I can do for you...." As I said this and took away the glass, I very lightly began to trace a pattern on the tip of his prick with my red fingernails. It strained to reach higher, and he arched his back to accommodate me, since, from time to time, my fingers were just not close enough for him. "Ummmmm...." He closed his eyes, hoping for much, much more that I was giving him. I only lightly touched his dick, and was keeping my body away from him. I reminded him not to touch me. "Don't touch. You're too nasty. I don't want my nice dress all messy from your sticky cum." He started breathing hard hearing this. "I don't think I need your cock tonight, I am too good for you. I could get a better cock easily. I want a bigger, silkier, nastier one. I'll bet I could go to a club in this dress and hook up with any man I picked. Hmm. I'm pretty sure I could pick up a rich guy and he would do anything I wanted him to do for me....I could get fucked in a mansion tonight." "Rod, baby, wouldn't you like it if I went out like this and trolled for a man to bring home for both of us to play with? I want to fuck another man while you watched me. Wouldn't you like to see another hard dick going into me tonight? In and out, long and hard? Glistening with my pussy's wetness? You could hold it and make sure it doesn't fall out as he pumps it into me good. I am sure I could get one. would you like that?" He began to breath harder, and his free hand touched his dick. "Ummm..you are so hot. Untie me. I don't like being tied up any more." "Too bad, baby." "Really, Kara, untie me. I just want you now, you are so beautiful. You are too hot for me. " He tried to untie his other hand with the free one, but I said, "Please, baby, don't do that. Stay just the way you are. Helpless. I like that. I will be good. Just let me tie you all up again, and I promise you will REALLY, really like what I will do." "What will you do?" "Just relax," I said, saying nothing as I re-tied his wrist to the scarf holding him in the rocking chair. I had him tied in again, and began to really work him up now. "Would you like me to go and get you a cock, dear? I know you want one. Don't you want to see me suck it, too? Would you like to see me suck and swallow a cock while you are all tied up here? I think that is what I need...I need you to watch me suck a cock." "No. No...I just want you to fuc......" "Sorry. I need a bigger cock tonight. I'll be back in awhile. You just sit here thinking about me picking up a guy and fucking him in my car. Think about me in my nice little outfit fucking the first man who wants me...Would that make you hot, baby? Knowing I am fucking anyone who wants to feel my pussy all around his dick?" "Uhhhaammm...." I did not let him answer...I kept up: "Or should I bring him here, and you can watch us fuck from that chair.... I'll go down to the club and pick up a guy, and I will be back before you know it.... I'll bring home a nice young bisexual one for you to fuck after I am done with him, if you like...I am sure I can get him to agree to just about anything if he can fuck me first...." With that, I turned around and walked toward the front door. "Wait. Wait. No...no, Kara. ...don't go anywhere." I turned back. I looked at the clock. It was about eleven o'clock. Bill should be nearby. "What should I do?" I asked him.. "I thought I should get you something special tonight. You're always talking about a cock in your mouth. A real hot one. Wouldn't you like that?" "Well, maybe, but I don't know..." "OK, then. Let me go...let's find out" "Just stay here." "Hmmm....I know you want it, we should just talk about it a little bit before I go." "Yea...let's talk. I just like talking about it. I'm ready right now for some cock...yea...I need another person right now. But I don't know...maybe. Maybe you're wild enough for me tonight, you prick tease. Come over here.." I walked to the chair, and thought about untying him from the chair. His dick was still stiff, but not like it was a few moments before. He sat back, and relaxed a bit and tried to rub his wrists. "Are you really going out dressed like that?" he asked. "What's wrong with the way I'm dressed? You said you wanted me to find you a guy. You have been saying it for a while now." "Yea, but not just some stranger..." "Oh...you mean it should be somebody I already know?" "I don't know...yea...I guess so...I don't know..." "Well, you keep talking about it, I don't know if you really are ready for another man here or not. I know I am. Would you like me to really call my friend?" "Yea, sure, your friend. What's his name...?" "Bill." "Bill..sure..sometime,. maybe at a party....I don't know...." He was still talking like he was not quite sure, but part of him did want to feel some hot cock. I could tell he was plainly interested, but not sure, or if he was worried if he was gay. I knew that was not even an issue. Most men, given the right situation, and perhaps a few drinks, would enjoy cock. Studies had shown it to be true, but society was not ready for that fact to emerge. I am pretty sure I could get about any man to swallow one if I had enough time to get it all going... I glanced at the clock. It was only a matter of minutes. I figured Bill was outside by now, waiting for me to let him know. I thought I should check on that. "Baby, I have to get something ready for you. Some nice little toys I got for you to use tonight. Just don't go anywhere, and be good. Here, let me put this DVD on for you....let's see...." I went directly to his bookshelf, and got a few DVDs that were stacked between some books on a lower shelf..(Hidden, he thought)....I showed them to him. "Look what I found the other day when you were at work..." I shuffled through them, but I already knew what was there. I had fingered myself watching one called "Asian Cum Party" a few days earlier. Hot chicks fucking businessmen, and I did not need to watch more than fifteen minutes of it. I picked out the one I figured was good for the occasion. "Shiela's Cock"...Mmmm, that sounds good Rod...." "Oh...uh.....ummm...ah, ...uh.." "I watched a bit of this the other day when you were shopping. I found this and some other things......Like those hot pictures of just men together on your computer." He said nothing, but seemed to get a little hot...He turned a bit pink, and his dick bobbed upward quite a bit... "And I saw those DVDs of women doing strange stuff, uh, you know, those really beautiful women who turn out to have cocks..... Shemale Express...really good stuff.. Way too hot, even for me." "I can see fucking a woman who has a cock, I guess...if you were drunk, maybe. I guess you get really hot jacking off to those, huh? Really worked up, I guess, right?...Sometime you can tell me all details of how you like to jerk off your big, stiff, prick thinking about those women with cocks, I guess...you like that, don't you, Rod....the idea of fucking a bitch and then sucking her cock...but you have to fuck her in her ass....don't you? Mmmmm..Fuck her in her ass, and you can feel up her prick at the same time. Tell me, do you think she would get harder the more you fucked her ass, Rod? Or is it probably as hard and as long and as delicious as it can be before you fuck her?" "Imagine giving a woman's cock a slow blow job...that would be something....giving a babe a blowjob. I could try that, honey. It seems so, so, dirty. SO NASTY...Fucking her in the ass, sucking those tits, and then sucking her cock. Boy! It's a really beautiful woman with a dick...amazing, and really tempting, for me, too. God, when I saw that woman start to fuck those guys, and then she pulls down her panties, and there is a COCK THERE!! Jesus. I couldn't believe it...it was soo nasty....." "Oh...uh...um...I, uh......" "Anyway, I found all your DVDs like that...You had them hidden them in a special place. Too bad I found them. I don't know. Maybe you're too shy to watch the "girls with dicks" stuff with me now. I'm OK with it. It seems really, really hot to me....Maybe later you can tell me all about it. Maybe I will have to find one of those for us to play with too. It's just too nasty and too hot for now. Here, baby, just watch this for a while. "Greta's Hot Ass... I know you like this one. The cover is cracked. I guess it gets a lot of use. It will give you something to do.." I started the DVD, and after a few button presses, there was a very passionate, yearning, needy little girl of about 19 having her ass cheeks slapped by a man who had her bent over his knee in bedroom. She was thoroughly enjoying it. She was wearing black vinyl boots up to her thighs, a lacy little bra, and no underpants. Every time he slapped her with the hairbrush, she squealed with pain and delight mixed together. I am sure we have all seen such videos. You know the scene. I might have really liked to watch it or fast forward it to get to a different scene, but I had things to do. The sexual pleasure on the screen was accompanied by the wonderful sounds of uncontrolled passion,"EEEeeeee ....yes ...harder ...EEEeeesqueeelll... More, uh, uh, give it to me harder..." I walked out, leaving Rod Red-faced and bothered... I went to the bedroom and got my cell phone, and called my other boyfriend. He said he had just parked, and could see the light on, and he could see shadows moving around a bit. I told him I had made sure the door was open, and that in about ten minutes he should see the living room light go off, and about ten minutes after that, I wanted him to sneak in. "I will have a DVD playing in the living room, and it should be loud enough. There will be light from the hallway, so you can see where you are walking. Take your time; I really want you to surprise him. "Do you have a good idea of what you're going to do with him?" I thought he might have some ideas of his own, and was hoping he did. It was not easy planning everything. "It's OK, Kara. I know what he needs. I know what he wants. They are not much different. I'll be really quiet, and let you come and get me. Is that OK?" "No, I won't come and get you. I will leave a DVD playing on the TV, so it will make noise, and he won't hear you come in. Just sneak down the hall very quietly and listen. I will be talking to him, and when you hear me say, 'you'd like that, wouldn't you, baby?' that will be the time for you to enter the room and stand next to me, very quietly. I will be saying all kinds or nasty things, just listen for those words... 'YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, BABY?' It doesn't matter what he says, just listen for what I say. 'YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, BABY?'........ Just that, nothing else. OK, babe?" "Kara, you are so bad. Don't worry. I got it... I will be right there when you want me." I hung up, and went back in. He was kind of watching the video, but since I was there, the video was not too interesting to him just then. I saw he had a nice little erection, and was rocking slightly. The whole scene was a bit much for me, and I drank another glass of wine as I asked if he wanted me to go out, or if I should just stay home. "Kara, let's just stay here tonight...I just want you right now." "OK....I thought you might just like to watch your video with me...is that Ok? How about if I just sit over here and you can watch with me.." Bill smiled. He was behaving himself very nicely. I sat down on the sofa, and distractedly watched the TV, sipping wine. The pretty young brunette on the screen, dressed in her sexy black boots, was in the process of sucking one man's cock, while another guy, slightly older, was behind his buddy with a terrific hard on, about eight inches long, all glistening with a big shiny red tip. He seemed interested in his buddy's tight, rocking, little ass. The girl was on the couch, half lying down, happily working over the nice cock she had in her hands and mouth. This good-looking guy was leaning over her feeding his dick into her, not really rushing it. He was just letting her enjoy his taste, it seemed. From behind him, the other guy was holding his lubed, glistening prick in his right hand, and his other hand began to spread apart the cheeks of his pal, exposing that nice little asshole, and he was going for it. He seemed to be very much ignoring the babe. Slowly, holding his dick in his hand and guiding it into the sweet brown spot so temptingly near to him, he began to move his hips back and forth, and the one in the middle began to push back in rhythm. Slowly at first, then a firm pace developed. Little Miss Black Vinyl Boots was having a bit of trouble keeping his dick in her mouth after a bit, since he was more interested in what was going into his rear than what the pretty little girl was doing with her soft wet mouth. The expression on his face told the story. The guy looks like he is really enjoying it in him...His face is lost in passion and pain. He is grunting and thrusting back against his intruder, and forcing himself to accept the rapist brutally fucking him. He is loving it. That cock in his ass seemed to be a bit much for him to take, but he was very much determined to have it buried in him...Then the hottie lets his dick slip out from between her lips, and it slides out, her energetic sloppy wet blowjob ends, it pops up toward his belly. Hot Legs then stands up. She gets behind the older guy. The two men are going at it slowly but steadily. Miss Black Vinyl then decides to start working her pretty little lips into the older guy's butt. Licking and swirling her tongue around and around the area, she is soon doing a nice rimming him while he fucks his young pal. That guy was having a great time. I'll tell you, if I had a cock, I would be doing the same thing, and I would not mind Miss Legs working me there, either. I was getting worked up. I could feel my pussy getting very, very wet. "Well, this is really nasty, isn't it?" I asked, sounding impressed. I could hear a swallowing noise, and then he says, "Sort of". Clearly, he loves this scene. His own rod is now as stiff as possible, and having me there watching must have gotten him even hotter. "You like this one, don't you?" "Um hummm" Of course he said yes. What else would anyone say? "Let's go, bitch." I untied him quickly, and turned. He follows me, obediently. I leave the TV on, just to have fucking sounds to keep us company, presumably, but I wanted some noise in the house.. ...Then I take his hand and lead him into the bedroom. I turn off the light in the window on the way. ----- Outside, Bill has been watching the light in the living room. He has arrived wearing appropriate garments under his outer clothing, and inside the car, he wiggles out of his windbreaker. He has on a loose pair of fleece sweat pants that are brand new. He is comfortably dressed, and he will be easily disrobed when the time comes.. He is wearing a blue satin thong enclosing his somewhat swollen cock, which he has been so good to avoid touching. He has on a loose fleece zip top, and plain TEVA sandals. He had been parked there for about 20 minutes, and although excited and thinking about how erotic this was going to be, he was getting bored. He had kept his eye on the house, and wondered if anyone would notice him there. It is a very quiet neighborhood, and nobody pays any attention to him. The night is foggy in San Francisco, and the fog always makes everything very quiet. He likes the fog. It is as if he can do things unseen on a foggy night. He keeps the living room in his line of sight, getting quite eager to enter the house. Kara finally turns off the lamp near the window in the living room. When if finally goes out, Bill takes a deep breath, gathers up his small bag, gets out of his VW, locks it and puts his keys into his bag, and goes to the door. He puts his ear to the door, and ever so gently turns the knob. It is unlocked. It seems he is going to enter with no problem....He quietly pushes on the entry, and it opens with very little resistance. He slides through the crack, and he eases himself inside, gently and slowly. Since he wants to be very discreet, he does not open it fully. The crack is barely opened enough for his to squeeze in. It is not very wide, he has to push a bit to get through without opening it up further. He kind of prefers to just slide in by pushing it open more little by little, rather than opening it fully all at once. He feels it opening a bit more as he glides in. He eases himself in, a bit at a time. He is fully inside. He has entered completely, and feels good being inside finally. He is very good at this type of thing.. His eyes are already adjusted to darkness, and the TV is lighting up the living room anyway. He very quietly closes the door behind him, and turns the deadbolt. There is dialogue and groaning and moaning and fuck noises coming from the TV. He places his small bag on the table. On the screen, he sees what Rod and Kara had started. The scene is now of two men fucking wildly, and a slutty little bitch urging them on while laying next to them and forcing a large black dildo into herself repeatedly, and violently. The men are now on the bed next to her. They are bucking quite a bit, and the bed is shaking from the gyrations of two men fucking. Slutty Boot Girl has now pushed her thong to one side, and gaining entry to her sweet pussy with the oily dong, she is lustily watching and encouraging the men, and seems totally entertained by watching two cocks, one nearly invisibly buried, and only seen on the outstroke, the other exposed dick being repeatedly pumped by the free hand of the man fucking him. Both sets of balls are tight, the pumping is extreme, the groaning and moaning muted but intense. The little slut is in a position to suck the free cock, but the hand of the older guy is busy, somewhat jealously keeping it from her, and it seems the younger man very much prefers the other guy's fist around his cock to the lips of slut bitch... So Little Miss Vinyl Boots is not at all the center of things just now. She does, however, look very hot and horny, and she is very beautiful, with clear skin glistening, dressed like a lingerie model. She is slim, with small tight breasts that do not flop around at all as she works herself up. The three of them are in a rhythm, and there does not seem to be anything missing from the picture at this moment except the spurt of come from a cock. Rod Sucks a Mystery Cock The fucking goes on in living color, and the moans and urgings, the grunts and thrusts are all there, and Bill really needs that. He is getting hotter minute by minute. He resolves to not jerk himself off or stimulate his dick in front of the screen, but he is tempted. He kind of wishes he could stroke himself endlessly, and have the pressure to come build and build, but never occur. Ah...but that is only a fantasy, he muses...the action on the screen is in a rhythm of man-fuck pumping and groaning, and it is slowly building. Bill realizes he is getting distracted. He sits down, and, tiring of being unable to feel his fist pumping his cock to an orgasm watching the action, gets up and slooowly starts down the hallway, listening as he goes. He hears Rod's voice, deep and low, just audible over the sound of the receding orgy in the living room. "Ummm, baby, you do that sooo good...Uh.. Uh...Uh...Ummm. Yes...Yes...ah, nice. That's nice.." They are the sounds of Kara starting to fuck Bill. Kara is getting Bill ready to fuck, and it sounds like she is doing all the work right now. He sounds passive. Bill is now, naturally, walking with a recently achieved full erection of his well-proportioned cock. At seven inches, it is very pleasantly shaped, and he has taken the trouble to rub coconut oil into it thoroughly earlier this evening. It is very tasty and tempting. It is poking through the top part of his thong pouch, where it is supposed to remain in polite repose. Instead, it has become a raging hard-on. He pauses a bit and reaches inside to adjust his tool. He rearranges his balls and lets his dick out the top part of the thong. It is a comfortable change from having his dick trapped inside a small space. His balls are able to naturally fall, no longer pushed to one side of the satin pouch by his entrapped rod. He is now about ten feet from the slightly ajar bedroom door. Now inside, he can hear the constant chatter of Kara, and the occasional gasp from Rod. The bed is creaking constantly. He stops there, and resolves to do nothing until Kara lets him know what to do. Inside the bedroom Kara has progressed very nicely with her seduction of her unknowing boyfriend. She has him on the bed, face down, and is rubbing his back, occasionally straying to areas below his waist. Kara has not shed or altered any of her lingerie, and she has been listening for Bill to arrive. She heard plenty of noise from the TV, but could not hear anything else. Kara is kind of torn between two tasks. She wants to work up Rod really well, but she cannot just concentrate on him. She is also directing the approach of the stiff cock she has lined up for Rod to take any way he desires, and of course, she knows Bill will manage to do some urging and encouraging himself. Bill plans to fuck the hell out of this guy if he can, and he really wants this virgin ass tonight. Bill likes the idea of deflowering a straight guy, and loves to hear him wanting more and more of it after he gets it moving really good inside his pussy once the pain stops. Men know what makes a cock feel good, and Bill always thought only a guy knows how to suck cock like it should be done. If you notice when you watch men fuck each other on videos, they definitely fuck men differently than women. Men seem to simply enjoy it far more rough than women do. Men really seem to want it to hurt, because it is so nasty. Perhaps it is because men have such taboos against it, and it has been a historically dangerous thing to enjoy. Bill plans to introduce Rod to the pleasures only he can teach him. ---- In the bedroom, Rod and I are ready to fuck. He is down on his knees in front of me, and I am now sitting on the edge of the bed with his head between my legs. I look up and see the two of us in the mirror in the dim light, and I see how sexy and slutty I am. The clothing is perfect for this night. I am an alpha dominant bitch. Rod is there because I want him to be there. Rod appreciates it when he has full access to me; the teasing is ending, and the roll playing starts. He is working his mouth all over my panties, and starts to probe me deeply with his tongue finding it's way through my pretty little panty slits. He unties one of the bows holding my lacy slit closed, and he is tasting my sweetness. The whore's lingerie always makes him feel more decadent and lust filled. This is all allowed only because I wish it, and he knows it. Now he is wonderfully slipping easily into my pussy with his fingers and his tongue, all without removing those sheer, naughty, tempting, lacy panties. Knowing him so well from his past reactions and actions, I knew intimately what kind of things his lust filled body was getting ready to unleash. I sensed his unspoken desires before this moment. I have sensed this before, and it is always his total bisexual persona that comes out when he fucks. It is as if he wants to fuck a sex craved woman who has the marvelous addition of a stiff dick to fuck him back with a cock. I can really see that. If he cannot be the shemale, he certainly would like to fuck one. SOmetimes, he seems to need more than me. I can see he sometimes really craves a smooth skinned, nasty woman. A beautiful woman with a cunt, but also someoned who can fuck back with a cock... So the shemale would do nicely. Fuck her (him?) in the ass, and then suck her off. This is what goes through his mind, and what I hear during his sexual conquering of my body...no part of me is that is enterable has not been entered, especially since Rod found out I love it all, and I especially love hearing him describe this kind of stuff...He has a rich, vivid, tongue, and is very verbal. So now, even if he is silent, I can almost hear these thoughts racing through his mind as he works to excise every sexual desire, and he breathlessly whispers other things. "I am fucking you, you whore. All my life I look for someone to fuck, and you are my fuck right now. You need a good fucking, and I am going to give it to you. You will fuck me, and you will beg me to fuck you hard. So, fuck me, bitch. Fuck my big hard cock, you slut...take this cock deep in your dirty, sweet, wet, hiding, pussy....fuck me, you fucking whore. I love to fuck your pussy, you fuckbitch," Rod breathes into my ear. He goes on, "Tell me you want my cock. Let me hear you fuck me. I want the wet sloppy sucking noises of your cunt wrapped around me, and I want to feel you forcing yourself deeper onto my shaft, deep into your belly. I want to experience you from the inside out. I love your beautiful sweet, nasty fuckbitch pussy...Fuck me back, HARD." More dirty dialogue pours into me, as his dick does me, "I love it wet around my dick. You like to feel me all the way in your pussy, don't you, Kara? You love to fuck, don't you? So do I. I love to fuck you. You are the perfect fuck, because you will let me do anything I want, won't you, fuckbitch? Then he describes his secrets to me, "I want to feel it, too. I want you to fuck my ass. Fuck me, baby, take me. Suck me up. Suck my tits, baby, suck me up. Fuck me, and make me your slut. Take my ass, Kara, fuck me. Give it to me with that boydick up my ass. I love it. I love fucking you. I need you to fuck my ass. I need to feel it all. Hurt me, baby, I love the pain of you biting my tits off. Give me your cocktoy up my ass. Oil me up and shove it up my ass. Suck my dick and fuck my ass. Ummmm. Baby, I want to be your slut. I want to be your whore. Make me feel a dick up my ass while I fuck you hard. Hurt me, Kara. I love it there.." He keeps going, 'Uuummm. suck. .suck suck me fuck me...bite...me...suck my titties, baby, suck my titties, baby, Make me your whore. I am your slut, baby, use me, use me up. Bite my tits, bitch, harder, baby, Fuck me, bitch. Make me your man-whore, and rape my fuckhole." His nastiness searches for new limits, 'Let me lick up your strappy nipples, I love to suck them up. I want to taste your milk, baby, make milk for me to suck up. Let me see your creamy white milk. I want to see you pinch your tits and I want to see milk. Suck me off through your whore clothes. I want to wear for you.. Make me a whore like you are, baby. Make me your man-slut. I want to be your woman. I want to feel like a bitch. I want to be a bitch for you, too. Suck my tits, Kara. Suck 'em up. Suck them all up, and make it hurt. Make me feel my tits pinched hard, and pulled and squeezed. Get milk from my tits, baby, suck my milk. I am a cunt-bearing bitch for you, use me for your fuck toy. I am so nasty, make me pay. Bite me hard on my tits, baby. Make me your fuck toy, bitch. Fuck me, Fuck me now, and fuck me hard." By now, I am thrashing and thrusting, beside myself with lust and desire for everything he can give me. That is the mood of Rod when he is fucking me, and I must say, his world is open to many violations of decency, and mine is too. I was hoping he would be in top form tonight, since that would make it an even better show for me to see him jump on Bill's cock with no hesitation. I am sure he will rise to the occasion. I just have that feeling. He would be such a good 'chick with dick". Rod likes to hear the word "fuck" a lot when he is "fucking". He says it frequently during his ramrod sessions with me when he is as hard as he can be without coming. The closer he is to a climax, the more dirty his dialogue. It really makes me hot and dirty, too. Just when it is at the absolute best, sometimes he has to pull out of me, making me really want it bad, and clawing him for more deep cock. I love him when he is ready to explode, and he is pumping his hips, driving his wet and stiff dick into either my ass or pussy, and then he stops for a moment. He fuckin' pulls it out!. He tells me he has to, because I am such a dirty little fuck, such a slutty bitch who just wants to feel cock, I am such a damn good fuck, he is going to come too soon. The better he likes it, the nastier the pleasure, the better I am fucking back, the closer he gets to exploding his cum all over the place and ending his passion. It is simple to get him to cum for me. All I have to do is ask him to. Whispering in a husky, low, voice, I say; "Cum for me baby! Cum inside mama...Fuck me hard, baby. Cum now...give me your cum. I want to feel your cum in my pussy....come on, you fucker...you son of a bitch bastard. Give it to me...That's all you are good for. Just good four fucking me...That's all you are good for...Can't you get that big, hot, cock deeper? I need it deeper. . More...deeper...fuck my pussy, baby. Fuck mama's pussy-cunt.... Work it, baby. Work that cock in deeper.....more,.... deeper ....Ohhhhhh..... ahhhhh....mmmm. mmmm ...mmmmm.... I continue, lost to it all, "That's it...fuck me...fuck my pussy with your big, big dick. Do me. Do it to me. I want you to fuck me hard... harder...mmmmm... more.... fuck....fuck.... ummm....That's soo good... fuck me, Rod. You're only good for fucking mama, baby. Shove it in me, you son of a bitch. Fuck me with your big tool. Use me... use my pussy ....fuck it ...fuck my pussy. Make it hurt...Can you hurt me with your prick, Baby? Try....baby. Try to hurt mama so bad. I love it when you hurt me there...it fills me up. I feel your cock all the way inside me...inside my belly, put your cum in me...Make me remember your cum...I want your cum in me, dripping out all day...I want to feel your cum all day long. I want to taste cum in my mouth. Ummmmm...fuck me...Make me be your cum rag for your cream-filled,dripping cock." That's right, if I just tell him to cum in me when he is really pounding away, and add the simple perversion of pulling his nipples with my teeth, or fingering his asshole, while telling him how dirty he is, he is done. He explodes an a fountain of creamy jism, pulses his dick several times inside my mouth, pussy, or asshole, settling down slowly while still pretending to be fucking. But it is no longer as desperate. His manner is no longer mean. It is no longer just about him fucking my cunt, feeling what my ass is like as it tightens in his hands meeting his thrusts while he drives deeper and deeper, faster and faster, putting it all to me until he cums and shoots it into my pussy spurt after spurt, emptying into me and continuing to empty into me until he is done doing sol. It is not at all about me. It is about what he wants to do, how much of a cumload he can leave in me to drip out slowly later, for me to deal with. He is done finally, slowly shrinking, slowly regressing from a pile driver of a cock to a useless limp dick for me. He is done plowing into his whore. He is finished with the slut. The bitch has been fucked. The sperm is inside, the transfer of power through his cock into her cunt, mouth, or ass is complete. What was once part of his body is now part of mine, oozing all around inside me, going who knows where? Protein for my body, depleted from his. All he knows is that he is finished with his urgent perversion, and her body writhes beneath him, no longer the center of his needs. The cum has splashed where it may, and if there is any on her chin, it is the slut's problem to lick it up now. (Unless I make him lick it up as it seeps out, which he thoroughly enjoyed, by the way.) He is finished with the bitch. Then he is over. His passion is not longer verging on decadence, and there is little chance I will see him do anything else shocking or desperately kinky. It is up to me to continue the forceful kinkiness and perversions. I often do, taking advantage of his sudden remission into a pussy. He is very controllable again, and I can use that to some advantage, oftentimes. It really is different with men. Me? I can come over and over for a half hour or more. It's like a building wave, and I ride that wave, baby. Wave after wave of shuddering, tightening, passion releasing orgasms. That's my huge advantage, boys. I never get tired of it; I never become unable to come, one on top of the other, continuing until I have used him up. And after he has used me for dumping his cumload of seed. Him? I can really get him to come easily, just by talking dirty. He loves that.I have great control over him. When he comes, he is indebted to me, and sometimes he actually becomes temporarily embarrassed or somewhat shy. He has said far too many revealing things. But that's what he likes, and we both know it. So that's what he is like. That's what I get when Rod is ready to fuck. I get all he has to give me, hard, dirty, hot, and nasty. He gets the same in return, only I keep going long after he is spent. Screw those stories where the two people come together and collapse in each other's arms, happily ever after. That is not my world. My world always has a man's cum-spurting cock gushing jism into me way, way too soon. I keep it going, long after he wants to roll over, just by insisting on fucking more, even if, at this point, it is only going to be his mouth I straddle and fuck, while his limp, useless dick shrinks before my ever-potent cunt. He is plenty the way he is, but there is untapped energy there. He has to satisfy me before he is done, the son of a bitch. I make sure of that. Right now, things are extremely tense and filled with lust. I am ready to see him go after cock, to pounce on it like a bear taking a salmon, and I expect he will make good use of Bill's stiff, beautiful tool. Rod is still not at all ready for my surprise. I want him begging for something he does not even know he will get. Something he has asked for many, many times recently. It is just up to me to elicit that desire again, and soon. --- Bill listens, and he is really getting hot. He is just waiting, and leans against the wall now. He is sandwiched between the fucking on the TV and much more interesting things going on only a few feet away. He hears them in a kind of strange harmony playing themselves out. The difference is, the outcome of the movie on the screen has already been decided, and can't be changed. In the bedroom, the ending has not yet been written. --- I heard a rustle in the hall. Through the door, which is slightly ajar, I sense him there. Now my mind is really getting twisted. I can't concentrate on Rod, I keep thinking of Bill. Meanwhile, by now, I am starting to play with Rod's nipples and venture into other areas as well. He is totally unaware of what is coming for him...I am standing over him, twisting both nipples as hard as I can, letting him slurp his tongue anywhere in my panties he wants to put it. He has managed to get me so creamy that I am having a tough time standing up. All I want to do at times is collapse back, and let him fuck the hell out of my cunt. But, noooo, I have created a very erotic situation which now has a mind of it's own. It's not as if I can do what I want now. I have to play out the entire plan. I am a bit wobbly now, my head feels light and I hope I can get everything out of this that I can. The potential of this scene right now is fantastic, and I don't want to waste it. Rod keeps smacking his wet hot lips all over my clit and piss hole, making loud wet kiss noises repeatedly. The sounds focus me there to this spot, and my attention it almost totally on what he is doing. His right hand has found it's way to the area between my pink ass puckered hole and my now dripping vagina. He likes to sort of tease me there, and as yet he has not ventured further back into the forbidden territory. But he starts to go deeper and deeper into my ass zone. I know if I let him start finger fucking me there, I may not be able to concentrate, so I let him enter me only a bit in my bottom, and start talking to him, to distract him, maybe. "Umm.. . baby ...you do that so good... .Fuck my butthole, you slutty bitch." Before I even get started with the slap-me, I'm your whore talk, he goes deeper, deeper, in ...innnn ...ummmm ...Now I want to be fucked in the ass....I have lost control of things.... He breathes deeper, each time he sucks in deep gasps of oxygen, it is all part of the fucking I am getting. His panting is urgent, desperate, signaling how he craves and absolutely needs to fuck me this way. His mouth is dancing around and in my cunt with every bit of tongue fucking he can manage, and slurping wet suck and fuck noises are loud and welcome. The fact that now I realize this has become a three- way fuck, and that Bill is hearing all of this, only makes me crazier and wilder. I have past a point of demeanor and control, and the scene has now become one of a developing orgy in my mind. Now he is now pumping a finger forcefully into my ass and past my tight rimming muscle. He has entered, and I can't help it. A gasp emerges, and I am now fucking his finger for all I am worth, loving the feel of it in my butt, I am bucking and churning my ass pussy all over his hand. I want more in there....Back and forth my little panties are going, my ass is fucking his hand as if I have no control over it. I have lost it. I don't know what to do...I realize I can't hope to control this big hunk of burning erotic lust now that he has started to fuck me....I slip deeper and deeper into simple, animalistic, fucking. I am the mare in the stable, and now all my focus is on the flesh of Rod violating me, and I want more of it. I let go of his nipples, I was about to rip them off, it seemed. I was squeezing them SOO hard, like I was squeezing my own, but could not feel it yet...Then I feel his finger slip out of my ass...He spins me around, flops me onto the bed, spreads my legs, and from behind, I feel him slip his fingers into my pussy, gather up succulent slit cream, and slide plenty of it down to my somewhat opened ass crack. He does it several times...deliberately getting ready to do something I crave. I reach up and with one hand, start to squeeze my right breast as hard as I can, and then clamp my nipples as hard as I can with thumb and forefinger. I pinch and stretch it as hard as I can, loving the pain I am causing and receiving. I can feel the soft tip of his cock smearing wetness around, as he fumbles to gain entry to my rear portal.