1 comments/ 33865 views/ 3 favorites My Cock is Yours...and Yours! By: MyCockIsYours It was a long day at the office, but when I walk through the door, the first thing I see is you at the bar near the kitchen. The knit top with the plunging neckline, my favorite, hugs your beautiful 44DD breasts, and the lacy push-up bra peeks out just a bit. As you turn to greet me, you knock your blazer off of the chair. As you get up to retrieve it, the view is amazing. The red pencil skirt is nice and tight. You have stockings with seams up the back. You retrieve the jacket, smile at me and ask if I would mind fixing us drinks. As I move behind the bar, you slide back into a chair and cross your legs. The skirt hugs your legs so tightly that I can actually see the outline of a garter, and the lacy top just below the skirt hem. While I'm making drinks, I see you applying a thick coat of bright red lipstick. I can feel my cock getting hard. I set the drink down, getting an eyeful of your magnificent cleavage and inhaling your perfume. Seeing the tent in my pants, you waste no time grabbing my throbbing dick through the fabric. You let out a little gasp, then unzip me and free my rock hard shaft. You sink to your knees, slide one hand underneath my balls, rubbing gently while using your other hand to guide me into your eager mouth. I let out a moan as I watch my cock slide slowly into your mouth until the tip is buried in your throat. As you pull back, I can see a huge smear of lipstick the entire length of it. While you continue driving me wild with your hot mouth, I take off my shirt. You pick up the pace and intensity of your sucking, and before long I can feel my orgasm building. You feel my stomach muscles and balls tighten as I'm about to unload. "Nope" you say. "No cumming for you. I'm not done with you yet." A wicked smile plays across your sensuous lips as you push me back into a chair. You pull two scarves from the pocket of your blazer and use them to tie my wrists to the arms of the chair. "That's to enforce the 'no touching' rule" you say as you cross the room. You put on some slow music, and you start swaying back and forth to it, seductively rotating your hips. You remove the blazer, then reach down and grasp the bottom edge of your top, pulling it off as you lean into me. Your tits are barely contained by the revealing bra, and soon they are in my face and you rub your thigh into my aching shaft repeatedly as you continue to move to the music. You move away from me just a bit, unzip your skirt, and let it fall to the floor. As you step out of it, I can feel my cock twitch at the sight of your long, shapely legs in stockings, garter belt and heels. As you turn away from me, I see you are wearing a thong. I'm admiring your gorgeous ass as you lower it onto my cock, grinding it onto me in time to the music. I see you move behind the chair to a bookshelf. In the dim light, I can't tell exactly what you take from the shelf, only that you have set it on the table to my side. Then it's front and center again as you continue your sexy show by rubbing your nipples through the thin lace of your bra. They become quite hard and strain against the fabric. You plant your hands on the edge of the table, continuing to roll your hips enticingly. You lean into the table and push yourself up onto it. I can now see what you put on the table. You pick up a huge dildo and a bottle of flavored lube. With a look of unbridled lust in your eyes, you roll onto your back, throw your head back over the edge of the table and hold the big rubber cock over your face. You take the lube and drizzle it over the tip of the dildo, then begin licking the lube off of it. It becomes apparent you are enjoying this teasing as much as I am. Your mouth is soon taking the entire nine inches of the cock into your mouth while making slurping and sucking noises, and the fingers of your other hand push aside your panties to work on your clit. A thin film of lube trails behind the dildo as you drag it down the length of your body toward your dripping cunt. Soon it disappears into your pussy and the sounds of your moaning become louder as you work it in and out faster. Now your breathing becomes more ragged, and your moans louder, and you thrust the massive rubber dick in and out of your slit. Soon your body convulses as an orgasm rips through you. My cock is very stiff now, the head is purple, and pre-cum oozes from the tip. Recovering from your climax, you stand, produce another scarf, and blindfold me with it. You then untie the scarves from the arms of the chair and use them to pull me toward the bedroom. As we enter the room, I catch a whiff of unfamiliar perfume, but my mind is too overloaded with pleasure to give it any thought. The scarves hanging from my wrists are soon re-attached, this time to the bedposts. My feet are secured as well. I am spread-eagle, feeling helpless. I want so badly to touch you. My balls are aching and I desperately need release. I feel something lightly brush over my cock and balls. "What is it, babe? " I ask, "It feels great!" "I know how much you love my silk stockings," you reply, "I knew you'd enjoy the feeling of them, too." The feeling is exquisite as the silk brushes lightly over my balls, wraps around my shaft, and is guided expertly up and down my entire length, faster and harder. Finally, an end to this teasing! I'm about ready to shoot when you stop and squeeze the head of my aching member to prevent me from cumming. I moan in frustration. I feel you move up toward the head of the bed, and soon I can smell the intoxicating aroma of your pussy juices as you straddle my face. I feel the heat coming off your crotch as you lower yourself onto my tongue. Soon you are moaning and grinding your clit into my mouth and I begin to suck greedily on it. "Fuck me with your tongue!" you command as you shift slightly. My tongue is soon buried deep inside you as you rub your stiff and slippery button. A scream escapes your mouth as your body tenses, then shudders with your orgasm. Your hot breath is on my cock moments later, as you swirl your tongue around the tip. You explore the entire length of my throbbing shaft with your tongue before deep-throating me. My hips rise off the bed as you continue to suck me off. I feel lube being applied to my cock and your hands working their magic on it. "Now it's your turn to cum, baby. I need that big salty load of yours. Please give it to me." Your wish is my command, and I blast rope after rope of thick cum. After milking me dry, you remove the blindfold, and I am treated to the sight of my cum dripping from your mouth, face and neck. I shot so much that it's also in your hair and all over your tits. "My, that is a massive load" I hear from the corner of the room. As I turn to see, you ask "Baby, you remember my secretary Lauren, don't you?" I remember Lauren, all right. She has green eyes, black hair to the middle of her back, and a killer athletic body with nice pert tits. She likes to wear clingy dresses and short skirts around the office, and I swear when I visit you there she undresses me with her eyes. Just last weekend we ran into her at the beach, and she was wearing the skimpiest bikini I've ever seen. I remember trying in vain to hide the massive bulge in my swim trunks while you were talking to her. Now, however, she was completely naked, and doing a fine job of finger-fucking herself. "Yes, Lauren" you say, "that was a lot of cum, but with a little teamwork, we can coax out even more." "That," purrs Lauren, "Is the best challenge you've given me as my boss." Lauren practically flies across the room, and soon my cock is at full staff again, watching the two of you writhing and moaning in a 69 position. You reach over to the bedstand and fumble for the vibrator there. You slide it into Lauren's dripping pussy and switch it on. The shaft of this vibrator, your favorite, is slanted at just the right angle and designed so the head rests right on the G-spot. Within moments, Lauren is squealing in the throes of an intense climax. Once again I'm tugging at my restraints and my cock is aching for release. You and Lauren are driving me insane by licking and sucking my cock and balls. I feel Lauren's silky tongue slither below my balls and begin rimming me. Meanwhile, you've pulled the vibrator from her cunt. You slather it with lube, and say "Lauren, this should send him right over the edge. We're going to drain his balls thoroughly." With that, you slide the vibrator into my ass, the head touches my prostate, and you switch it on. It feels like a jolt of electricity is surging from my prostate to my balls and cock. As Lauren deep-throats me, you lick, suck, and gently bite my nipples. My nervous system is overwhelmed by all this stimulation, and I can suddenly feel a boiling load moving through my balls and up my shaft. Lauren does her best to swallow all my spunk, but after about the third massive spurt, she cannot keep up, and you move in for the assist. I'm completely spent. "Lauren and I are going shopping, darling." I hear your sexy voice as I drift off. "You had better rest up, because we'll be coming back with some fun things to try." TO BE CONTINUED... My Cock is Yours...and Yours! Ch. 02 The first thing I noticed when I awoke was the darkness. It's pitch black in the room. The second thing I noticed was that my wrists and ankles were bound to the bedposts. Now I remember the last thing you told me before I drifted off to sleep after an exhausting three-way with your secretary. You said that you and Lauren were going shopping and that I would need to rest up for your return. I hear a low rumbling, then the room lights up and a huge boom of thunder shakes the house. Rain and hail are pelting the roof. Car doors slam, and then the front door. I can hear you and Lauren talking and laughing. After several minutes, Lauren enters the bedroom with a large candle. "Power just went out," she says, "Cyndi asked me to light some candles for us in here." As she walks around the room lighting more candles, my eyes adjust and I can see she is taking the candles out of a large shopping bag with "Adult Superstore" printed on the side. They're huge candles, about 4 inches in diameter. "You're going to like this bag of tricks," she says with a sly smile. It's then that I notice Lauren's outfit. It's a silky white camisole and the outlines of her nipples are clearly visible. Matching string bikini panties, and 5-inch heels with criss-cross straps up the calves complete the look. Lauren sees me staring at her body and asks "You like?" as she does a slow pirouette, revealing the tight ass not contained by the thong. Before I can respond, you walk in the room wearing an equally sexy outfit. It's a black leather corset, lacy panties and thigh-high boots. "Lauren and I had a great time shopping," you say, "I'm certain you'll like the rest of our purchases as much as you like our outfits." You pull a cat o' nine tails from the bag before continuing. "We got to know each other—our kinks and fantasies—very well." You begin lightly dragging the whip over my thighs, balls, and stiffening cock. "For example, I shared with her that I have always fantasized about being a dominatrix, and it turns out that Lauren is a submissive little pain slut. Together, we'll introduce you to the fine line between pleasure...," CRACK! You snap the whip against my thigh... "and pain." "Shit, Cyndi, that hurt," I cry, "but it hurt soooooo good!" The whip finds my flesh again, this time my other thigh, dangerously close to my dick. "You will address me as Mistress Cynthia," you snarl. "Lauren, I think it's time you explained the rules to Kevin. Also, prepare your nipples." Lauren approaches me, and I'm trying to figure out what you meant when you told her to prepare her nipples. She begins rubbing them through the thin fabric of the camisole and says "She's right, Kevin. You must always call her Mistress Cynthia, and never speak unless she talks to you first. We are here to cater to her every whim. Oh, and whatever you do, don't cum without her permission." I tear my eyes away from Lauren's rock hard nipples, which she has rubbed until they are the size of gumdrops, to look at you. "Listen, Cyndi, this is silly. Why don't you untie me and we'll have some real fun?" This time the whip finds my chest, and it stings even more than before. "Mistress Cynthia!" you roar. "Lauren, it appears Kevin is a slow learner. Perhaps this training aid will help." With that, you produce a ball gag and toss it to Lauren, who quickly puts it on me. You pull something else from the bag, and walk up behind her. Reaching around her, you pinch and twist her erect nipples. She sucks in her breath and moans and then you push her down onto the bed next to me. What you took from the bag is a pair of stainless steel nipple clamps connected to each other by a chain. You attach them to the nipples right through her top. As you adjust the tension on the clamps, you ask her "Comfortable?" "Yes, Mistress Cynthia." she replies. "Good." You tighten the clamps more. Lauren winces in pain, then moans with obvious pleasure. You snap your fingers and point to a candle. Lauren nods, gets off the bed, takes two of the lighted candles from the table and hands you one. "These candles are large diameter for a reason." you explain as you move to the foot of the bed across from Lauren. "The idea is to have a very large pool of melted wax." You both tilt the candles, and my legs are stinging with the contact of each drop of hot wax. I'm moaning through the gag as the two of you move up my body, coating it with wax. The stinging subsides as the wax hardens, and I am writhing on the bed, straining against the silk scarves binding my ankles and wrists. This is a new feeling of agony and ecstasy combined for me, and my cock is now rock hard and twitching. You instruct Lauren to pleasure me with her mouth. "Yes, Mistress Cynthia," she answers, and proceeds to drive me crazy with her licking and sucking. "She really is quite a talented little cocksucker, Kevin," you say. I'm thinking "No shit, Sherlock." Then you pull on the chain attached to the nipple clamps and ask Lauren, "Slut, would you like Kevin to see how excited you are getting?" Lauren stops just long enough to blurt out "Yes, Mistress Cynthia, I would enjoy that very much," before returning her attention to my throbbing shaft. Grabbing Lauren's ankles, you pull her body around so she is straddling my face. Her thin cotton thong panties barely cover her pussy, which is inches from my gagged mouth, and they have a wet spot about the size of a quarter on them. "Kevin, I want you to notice that the more I inflict pain on this little whore, the more turned on she becomes." You pull on the chain and tighten the nipple clamps a bit more, and sure enough, the wet spot increases in size. As you start using the whip on her exposed ass, she moans and takes my rod balls-deep into her wet mouth. Soon her panties are thoroughly soaked. You remove my gag and ask "Would you like to eat that sweet pussy?" No way are you going to catch me this time. I respond, "Yes, Mistress Cynthia." "Good boy," you say, "you're starting to learn to respect your mistress." You reach into the bag once again, and pull out a switchblade. You thumb the lever exposing the blade and cut the thong string of Lauren's panties, then the strings at the hips. As you pull the pieces off of her hot body, she lowers her dripping snatch to my eager mouth. Watching us 69, you begin to finger yourself, slip your panties off, and tug on Lauren's nipple clamps and her hair, pulling her mouth from my cock. Before I even know what is happening, you are riding my aching member furiously. The sounds of your moans mix with Lauren's cries of pleasure as you fuck me faster and I suck and tongue Lauren's clit. I can feel my orgasm approaching, but I hear Lauren's words from earlier, "Whatever you do, don't cum without her permission," echoing in my head. It's a mystery to me how she can hold off her climax. I try desperately to control mine, thinking about baseball standings, doing math problems, but when you cum and your pussy walls squeeze rhythmically, I lose control and spurt my seed deep into you. "You came without your mistress's permission, you nasty boy. Now you must pay the price," you say as you pull Lauren off of my mouth. "Suck his cock, Lauren." "Yes, Mistress Cynthia." As Lauren works her magic by licking and sucking your pussy juice off my dick, you straddle my face. "Your punishment for cumming without permission is to suck all of your cream out of my pussy. Every drop. Do you understand?" I reply, "Yes, Mistress Cynthia," and begin working on getting all my semen out of your hot cunt. I have never tasted my own spunk before. It has a very strong flavor, but not unpleasant. Mixed with your juices, it is both salty and sweet. Soon you are moaning as I finish eating you out and move to your stiff button. "Lauren," you say, "You've done an excellent job making his cock hard again. You may now fuck it, reverse cowgirl." "Thank you, Mistress Cynthia," she replies as she lowers herself onto me. As Lauren picks up the tempo, you pick up the cat 'o nine tails, and begin slapping it against her back in rhythm with her cock riding. I can feel yet another orgasm building, and once again try holding back. It's very difficult because Lauren's tight little box is contracting and your body is tensing as you both near your orgasms. "Permission to climax, both of you!" you shout between moans as your orgasm washes over you. Your hot juices pour out onto my face and down my neck. At the same time, Lauren's pussy clamps down on my hardness as she screams with her own climax. This causes my cock to erupt and fill her cunt with my load. I feel her juices, mixed with my cream, dripping from her onto my balls. As Lauren collapses onto the bed, she reaches down and unties my ankles. You recover from your climax and unbind my hands. We bask in the afterglow, then Lauren gets up and returns with three glasses of red wine. She hands one to me and one to you. You say "Thank you for playing along. That was very intense, and we haven't even used half of the toys from the bag." You raise a glass, and Lauren and I follow suit. "To future adventures," you toast. We clink glasses and then wash away the lingering taste of our love juices with the wine.