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We started talking about old times, and she told me that she owned the shop. “You’ve always told me that you wanted to smell my feet, why don’t you give them a sniff,” she said. She removed her feet from my mouth and continued with the foot job. “Yes, just let me fucking cum!” I replied. “What the fuck did I tell you about talking to me like that,” she said. She let go off my balls and went back to stroking my cock, with her feet. Straight after I had finished Cumming she shoved her cum covered toes in my mouth and said,
I cleaned both her hands and even her leg without her asking me and said, “Sorry, Miss Donald, I do not know what had came over me, it was like I was under her spell.” I tried to pull out but she started using two hands and then whispered in my ear in a seductive tone, “Swallow his cum, and I promise you will have the best orgasm of your life.” Miss Donald bent down, on her knees and whipped the cum of my lips and said, “You did a good job, but you know your cock is to small for me to fuck.” I started licking my cum of her beautiful feet, until they were clean and then she said, “You will do what I tell you from now on, if you ever want to cum again.”
Looking back on it, I think we both knew that I was, in essence, telling Mat that he could no longer meet my needs, but I did sincerely love him and never truly wanted to hurt him. Mat then pulled a long, thin leash from the pocket of his jeans on the floor, connected the clasp to an eyelet on the cock cage, and handed me the end of the leash. As I watched, Mat crawled over to the sink, stood up, and pulled a small key from behind his toothbrush holder. He place his hands on my hips and masterfully guided the dildo into my anxious pussy. Mat pulled the dildo from my pussy, and stood behind me, panting.
I took her feet into my hands and started to smell them, I let out a moan and she knew I was going to blow. The next day I had a business lesson with Zainab and the rest of my class; it was going to be torture not being able to touch or smell her beautiful caramel toes. Everybody started to look at me, Zainab quickly pulled her feet away and asked “Are you okay?”, innocently with a smile on her face. Once the entire class had left the room, she started to laugh and said, “Had a good lesson?” She asked knowing the answer. I dropped to the floor and picked up her feet and shoved them in my mouth, “That’s a good boy," she said.
Thursday I wanked again, with less pain from my balls, then on Friday I stayed chaste in anticipation of having sex on Saturday morning with my wife before going off to my exhibition in Birmingham on Sunday. Saturday morning my wife touched me and teased me, but said that she wanted to leave having sex until the early evening, so I didn't have to do without for too long. Saturday morning I was awake early, going through hell with my cock continually trying to get erect, not helped by the fact that the only subject I could think of was sex.
I was starting to like this control and couldn't wait to squeeze those balls to which I got my affirmative response, "Yes, Maam." Just to make sure he knew I wasn't afraid to crush his balls again, I released them and gave him a really hard smack right on the balls with my hand. I removed his mask and I looked him right in the eyes, smiled and said, "Who's the bitch now?" I quickly grabbed his balls to squeeze them again and heard him quickly say, "Yes, maam." I then pushed him back down on his face and put the mask back on, so that I could get to the next part of my plan.
Giving me a little kiss, smiling she said "Stand up honey." Up I came like a rocket, which really hurt my balls more because I failed to noticed that she had grabbed my nut sack and as I stood she pulled down. I want to kick you in balls hard, and then when you recover you can shove your cock deep in my cunt." I love it when she talks nasty like this. Later that night after we cleaned up and were settling down to sleep she kissed me good night and said "Think about letting one of my girlfriends coming over to help me beat your balls honey." Nasty things ran through my head, and my dick started to get hard again.
After a lot of deep thought and sleepless nights I answered an ad on one of them from a couple looking for a sub male. I told her that although I would lovingly worship her ass, I was not at all interested in anything to do with scat and that was a hard limit. I also told her that other hard limits would include severe beatings and punishment which resulted in actual injury. She said she had never peed in a man's mouth before but that the thought excited her. She told me she had been controlling her husband/sub's orgasms for almost 10 years now and had gotten very good at it.
I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my body starting at my shoulders and working their way down as if giving me a pat down, despite I was naked. I then felt her grab my balls and start to massage them before working her way up and stroking my cock all the way till I was on the edge then stopping. I drew back and continued to pound inside of her she threw her head back as she felt another orgasm building and slowed to now just doing long slow strokes pulling it all the way back till just the head was inside her then going balls deep.
Tanya looked my way and told me that Sam was one question ahead of me. She finally collapsed on top of Sam. I pulled my tongue from her ass and began to lick her juices from her still impaled pussy. She asked Sam if I'd done a good job sucking his cock. After a few minutes for her to catch her breath we then moved to the shower where she sat on the bench, spread her legs, pulled me to her pussy, and told me that she need to pee and that doing so in my mouth turned her on immensely. Moving up to her clit and sucking it into my mouth sent her over the edge again as orgasmic pleasure wracked her body until she slumped down spent.
You literally walked up my body, one foot coming dangerously close to squishing my balls to the floor as you make your way to your throne. You tied it so my nuts were separated and the rope went around the base of my cock, and you held the string in your hand. So take that tongue of yours and clean them, slowly." I start lapping like a puppy dog and you jerk the rope in your hand sharply. After my tongue has snaked its way up and down your foot, cleaning it to your liking, you let go a deep sigh. Suddenly your silken hand grabs my cock and start jerking it furiously.
"I bet you wish you could get long and hard." Beth said, laughing as she grabbed my caged cock again. "Yes. I'm sure." I said as Beth began licking my cage again. Beg me to keep your cock locked up." Beth said. "Well since you want your cock locked up so badly, I'll keep it locked." Beth said. "Here's how this game is going to work," Beth said as she blindfolded me with the cloth, "I'm going to put each clothespin on you. I managed to get clothespin number six off but then I got another smack to the balls. I simply focused on giving Beth a strong orgasm, in hopes of forgetting about my sore balls and throbbing, trapped cock.
We rolled around sideways and through some more ball yanking and nose rubbing and his teeth in my mouth few times we got into a position of me kneeling on top and him kneeling facing me and we slowly raised up off the mats to cheers, whistles and clapping from the women. A lady said, "Wriggle hard little ornaments, you want to be out of that foam and into your clothes before the sun comes up Monday morning." As she closed the roller door with us still in the driveway out the front of the clubhouse in full view of the street.
I told you to get your fat fucking ass off the goddamn floor and it took you at least five minutes. I don't know why I bother wasting all my time with you; you're not worth it at all. Can't you make it harder than that, I bet an eighty year old man could get it harder than that, and just look at those balls. You think a woman would want to fuck you with balls like that; you've got to be kidding me. Don't even waste my time; you couldn't possibly think that I could get wet from those tiny little balls. Big fat tits, you look like a big ugly cow.
Even though you know full well that every orgasm that I allow you to have will be ruined one way or another, as you get nearer, as your balls start to tighten, your brain tricks you into thinking that this time you will be allowed to cum properly. Karen moved away from him again and squeezed his balls hard once more, then reached for the dildo, pumping it into his ass in time as she stroked his reddened, angry looking cock towards an unavoidable, excruciating edge. Though he hated to admit it, the thought of her banding his balls like that pushed him hard to the edge and his breathing was coming in huge uncontrollable gulps as he tried desperately to hold back for her.
Somehow I came to love the fact that my wife was so desirable to other men and could be a slut at the office, would allow a man to see her naked, would fuck a man or suck his cock just to get ahead. I knew immediately that this was the man's car and Stephanie was in there. A gust of wind blew open Stephanie's white blouse exposing her high little breasts. She dropped her case and jacket on the floor, kicked off her shoes and released the buttons on her skirt, letting it fall to the ground at her feet, just inside the door. Stephanie stood between my legs, raised one foot and placed it on my erect penis.
Alex stood outside Sister Veronica's office, his clammy hands clasped together behind his back. I shouldn't expect any less, your father was much the same, but at least in his day there were," she paused, "less bureaucratic ways of teaching discipline." She crossed the room in three strides then stooped so that her nose was only an inch away from Alex's. The decision you must make for yourself boy, is whether or not you are willing to take your punishment like he did?" Alex opened his mouth, but couldn't formulate the words to make articulate his thoughts. "I want to be made better, Sister Veronica," said Alex and the woman pulled back her lips in a thin smile.
No my mind screamed, that would be too much pain but somehow when I opened my mouth my brain changed the message "Oh god, please Jodi, step on my balls!" I must be insane, but no sooner had I said it she moved. Giving me a little kiss, smiling she said "Stand up honey" Up I came like a rocket, which really hurt my balls more because I failed to noticed that she had grabbed my nut sack and as I stood she pulled down. Later that night after we cleaned up and were settling down to sleep she kissed me good night and said "Think about letting one of my girlfriends coming over to help me beat your balls honey." Nasty things ran through my head, and my dick started to get hard again.
I wanted badly to pull my panties up, as I knew it must look ridiculous, but Mistress must have been enjoying it because she stood up and started walking towards the bathroom. Standing there with my cock tied up, attached to the shower rod, panties around my ankles I felt humiliated which only served to turn Mistress on, and truth be told me too. Mistress began rubbing her clitty again, and as much as I wanted to touch her anywhere I knew I did not have permission to do so, so I had to fight that urge and the urge to pee all at once. All I could do was stand there, hold my pee in, and feel humiliated, my cock rock hard but pulled back between my legs, panties still around my ankles.
When all six were in place, Joel could see in the overhead screen that Jane had completely gripped his foreskin in six equidistant parts. As Jane turned this particular gear very slowly, Joel saw that the six set of tightly gripped tweezers were opening very slowly apart and moving away just as slowly! Samantha and Jane looked at each other and smiled back, "Amy, this is as tight as we want to make it. All he heard was Samantha telling Amy, "Now that we have his foreskin as a large, very taut canvass, we can start tattooing it first inside and then outside with this very intricate and colorful design you selected."
I said, "swat it", she smiled and she did, hard, five or six times, balls and cock flying with each hit. I was totally aware of my cock and balls all day, hardly a minute went by without a twitch, ache or the feeling of wetness as another drop of lubricant dripped from the head. I obviously like it when you're in control, I like being shaved and naked and hard for you, I like it when you squeeze my balls or swat my cock. "I'd think you are going to want to slap my balls more than my cock or you may make me cum." Yes, I actually said, stick to slapping my balls.
She is short, only five foot two and she can't weigh more than 110 lbs. You can read it or I can tell you, it might make sense if I tell you." "Now I know we already have each other in the girlfriend boyfriend sense. It is supposed to be fun." I went to the bedroom and pulled out a pair of my all black boxer briefs that were a size too small, so I know they would be extra tight and maybe I could distract my girlfriend for a second. Then you are to shower." She started to rock back in forth on my face. That was fun. Thank you for reading.
Once I'd made it clear to her that my intention was to lick suck and fuck her senseless all morning, have her wear a pair of high heels, the modified bra and her lovely summer dress...and that I'd be making her cum in the café of my choosing for a late lunch, she got into this idea with much gusto! Judy was a little shy at first, whereas Anne-Marie had a very decisive "let me get this hard prong into me" type of demeanour about her right from the first time she got her fingers wrapped around my lovely fat cock.
"Up you go, Francine." I used her given name and sure enough, her chin dropped a little and her eyes rolled up at me like a skittish girl while she sidled her mom-bottom toward the towel. Close to done, I sat back in the chair and said, "Francine, use your hand and check how it feels now." She sloe-eyed me and let one arm fall away from clutching her heaving bosom. I dared not suggest what it might feel like with my mouth on it, unless I wanted to spend the rest of the day with Sarah's mom riding my face. With her her head cradled sideways on one arm and me pulling her rump open to snip the curlies around her brownie, Mrs. Landtree told me she hadn't touched herself 'that way' in a long time.