Weird Scenes Inside the Bimbo Room – Volume IV

 

She looked like she could be an angel, standing before me as naked as the day she was born. Her blonde hair was sweaty from the hours of sex we’d already successfully completed in the hours leading up to now, but it was still beautiful. It hung in heavy, damp rivulets from her head, some strands falling to her front, framing her pale white face and coming to rest on her large firm breasts, while the rest fell down her back, coming to within inches of her waist. Her cold blue eyes twinkled in the dim light cast by the wall sconces, and her lips were painted a deep, blood red. I noticed her nails were painted the same color, making her appear to be a Bram Stoker version of a vampire bride. Her slender arms and small hands were in perfect proportion to her tiny waist. Her wide hips and large ass made me think of a woman who would bear you son after son and never lose her figure. Her legs were long and shapely, not skinny, but full-fleshed beauty. Give me a woman with meat on her bones any day over a girl who’s rail thin. A lot of cushion for the pushin’. Meow!

In contrast, the twelve-inch dildo she had strapped on made her look positively devilish, an angel fallen into the depths of depravity. She reminded me of Devil’s Food, all sweet icing and firm cake, and yet sinfully good. Yummy.

And I had to admit, the way she was posed with a quart tub of Boy Butter anal lube in one upraised hand, and a giant tube of KY in the other, she looked a little bit like an ad model for cooking supplies. Well, except for the naked part. And the strap-on. Nice.

Still, even with all the sex we’d had, nasty thoughts were rolling through my mind, and I thought she might be open to them. I know I was open to anything she had in mind. Except for her shoving that giant synthetic cock in my ass. A man has to have some standards, and my standards dictated that I’m in charge of working the cock. Especially when it came to asses.

“So, my little Southern Peach,” I said to Christine as I eyed her luscious body, the giant strap-on hanging down from her hips like a fallen tree. “We like to wear things, do we?”

I grinned, thoughts of sugar plums dancing through my mind. Okay. Maybe not sugar plums, but the items dancing in my mind were still sweet, at least to my way of thinking. Just looking at her full breasts brought melons to mind. Big, firm, luscious melons. Super-sized.

“Then I think I have just what you need,” I said, a wicked grin spreading across my broad face. It must have been really wicked, as I saw her flinch just a tiny bit before recovering her poise.

I walked over next to where she was standing, removed the bottles of lube from her hands, and placed them on top of the dresser. “We won’t be needing these right now.”

“Just let me remove this unnecessary appendage,” I said, reaching around behind her back to undo the clasp holding the dildo on. “Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll find something a little more to my tastes for you to model for me.”

The harness holding the dildo on dropped to the floor with a thud; judging from what that hunk of rubber must have weighed, it didn’t surprise me that it landed with such authority. I pulled the drawer back open and began to rummage through it. I felt like I was on a treasure hunt, and I knew that Christine was the prize.

Christine grinned, her face lighting up like a fairy at a Samhain celebration. It made me feel good to see that look on her round, apple-shaped face. She looked great wearing that smile and nothing else. Of course, I’d soon have the naked issue taken care of with a little bit of leather. Or a lot. Errowww!

I began to dig deeper in the drawer, moving things from side to side to make finding what I was looking for easier. Occasionally I would give a “hruph!” or mutter, “Ya, ya, that’s the ticket,” as I plowed through the various toys. It was interesting that the more I dug in the drawer, the more interested she became and the closer she moved to me. Before I had a chance to find what I was looking for, she was fairly hanging off of me. Her bare breasts were pressed up hard against my back, the nipples feeling like they were making indentations in my flesh. They were so firm. I thought about what a waste that was; they would have been better in my mouth. Soon, very soon. The way my mouth began to salivate, I knew that I’d better hurry with my preparations.

“Ah ha! Here we go.” From the drawer, I pulled out an intricately detailed whip. The handle was made of a black, jelly rubber material. It was shaped like a cock, with every detail etched in its twelve-inch length in perfect proportions. The head was three inches in diameter, and the shaft itself was slightly less in width than the head. It even had the “veins” depicted properly, running the length of the cock. From its base, it had nine, twenty-two-inch black leather straps built in. Each strap was flat and tipped with several hard knots. I gave it a good perusal, snapped it a couple of times so the straps could “crack” against the air, and glanced casually over at Christine to see if her face was giving anything away before tossing the whip onto the bed. Nope, the girl’s got her poker face on.

I continued to dig in the drawer some more, feigning indifference at the nubile beauty that now had her arms clasped about my waist. She was trying hard to see what I was looking for in the recesses of the drawer. She must have had some idea of where this was heading just from the whip, but she never breathed a word.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, barking out a short laugh. “Here it is!”

With my left hand, I withdrew what appeared to be a dog collar. It was two inches wide and had a stainless steel buckle at one end. On either side of the collar were stainless steel rings, each about an inch in diameter. In my right hand, I held a number of black leather straps with quick-connect fasteners on either end.

“Just what the Doctor ordered, baby. And you thought that strap-on was state of the art!” Over onto the bed went these items, landing next to the whip.

More digging produced a black leather blindfold and a silicone ball gag. Finally, the big daddy himself, the king of the show. In my hands, I held a Spreader bar with black leather ankle cuffs firmly attached to each end. In addition to the cuffs, there were several sets of rings along the length of the bar, like those found on the collar. Also buckled around the bar was a pair of wrist cuffs, two-inch wide black leather, stainless steel clasps, and topped off with rings for quick connects. Yep, this was going to be one kinky end to the evening. Meeeooooowwwww!

“All I need is one more item,” I muttered, more to myself than to Christine. “I know the fucking thing is in here!” I moved different items from side to side within the drawer, looking for the final toy to make my twisted dream a reality. “Ah ha! Success!”

From the drawer, I pulled out a single set of Nipple clamps. The clamps themselves were stainless steel, and the flat tips were coated in black vinyl. Each clamp was attached to one end of a stainless steel chain. Pulling the clamps apart until the chain was taunt, I showed them to Christine, twelve inches of chain tipped with pleasure through pain-inducing steel. These, like the rest of the paraphernalia I had collected from the drawer, made it’s way to the bed. Kitty was a happy camper now. ROAR!

Unwrapping Christine from around my waist, I took her hand and led her to the center of the room. I took her in my arms, looking down at her. I waited until she looked up into my eyes and then claimed her sweet, soft lips with my own. I kissed her gently, trying to let her know that no matter what followed this kiss, she had nothing to worry about. The way she returned my kiss, tenderly and unhurried, I knew she had no trepidations about anything that was going to happen.

Breaking the kiss, I walked around her, trailing the index finger of my right hand over her skin as I went. I mapped every inch of her perfect body, committing every bit to memory. A woman this glorious could not just be pounced on like some two-bit whore; no, this woman had to be treated like the very precious treasure she was.

“Christine,” I spoke her name softly, whispering in her ear from behind her head, the sound coming from my throat almost hypnotic in its pitch. “Christine.”

My cock was rock hard, and I stepped forward, so our bodies met. My length was pressed between her cheeks, relishing the firmness of her ass. I slipped my hands down to her hips and pulled them back against me, increasing the pressure on my cock. She must have been pretty much ready to go as well, as she flexed her cheeks, squeezing my cock even tighter between them.

“I want to own you tonight, but I need you to know that if you don’t want to be a part of this, all you need to do is say no.” I was still pressed against her, and while I tried to make sure my voice still had a soft but commanding pitch, I felt it was close to breaking in places; I was so filled with lust.

“I’m going to do things to you that will force you to trust me completely, and as we proceed, you will become more and more helpless in your ability to control the situation. I will be your Master, and my will is to become your desire.”

I stepped away from the warm comfort of her body and moved around until I was once again in front of her, looking into the cool depths of her crystal blue irises. I reached in and took one of her breasts in each hand. With my palms underneath the fullness of each large globe of goodness, I hefted them as if weighing them. Moving my palms to the front of her tits, the flat of my hand covering her large aureolas and the fingers on the meat of the breasts themselves, I began to massage them, gently but firmly.

“Christine, I am asking you to trust me explicitly, as you’ve never trusted me before. All that you are all your body has to offer; you will offer to me without reserve. I intend to take this play to the brink of the abyss and bring it back. But never think that all is lost, for you are but one word from ending it all, one word from safety.”

I released her breasts and lifted my arms up above her shoulders so she could come forward and hold her body against mine. I circled her shoulders with my arms, giving her a sense of security.

“If you ever reach the point that you are scared, or feel that you are in danger, then all you need to do is say the word ‘abstinence,‘ and I will stop immediately.”

I moved my head back far enough that I might be able to see her eyes and waited for a response from her, whether yea or nay. I wanted to control her, to tie her up and make her want me to control her, but I’d never force myself on any woman. She’d have to agree to the bondage before I began.

Christine looked at me and then grinned slyly. It was not a look that bode good tidings my way, but it was certainly better than a “Fuck You” look would have been at this point in time. I stood there, staring at her, waiting for whatever had given her that shit-eating grin. My cock was positively throbbing with the thought of what might yet await me this evening, and I wanted to get to it.

“I will turn myself over to you completely, even to the point of letting you use me up like a cheap whore. I’ll let you use that cat-o-nine-tails to whip me up like a meringue topping on a lemon pie. I’ll let you tie my neck to my ankles and make me bark like a dog while you fill my mouth with come and my ass with cock. But there is one condition to all of this. One condition to prove that you are man enough to allow me a simple pleasure of my own, man enough to let me know that you are as comfortable with the pleasures of your body as you expect me to be with mine.” She paused and stared at me.

I knew something was coming, but I wasn’t exactly sure where this was going. There were very few things that involved sex that I wouldn’t do with this woman or allow her to do to me. And yet, I couldn’t help but feel that was she was leading up to was something I would object to. That would be a feat in and of itself, something I would object to involving sex. Except for that twelve-inch cock, and that issue had been resolved.

“I’m listening,” I said, keeping my eyes locked with hers. “Let’s get to the meat of the matter and then on to bliss!” I was growing impatient. If she kept dragging this out, I’d need to find a fluffer to keep me erect.

She looked at me, biting the inside of her lip as if she was afraid that what she was going to suggest to me would be so anathema to my tastes or beliefs that she was debating whether or not it was even worth bringing up. At last, to my relief, she spit it out.

“I want you to let me use a Bad-Boy on you. I want to slip it all the way in your ass, and I want you to keep it the whole time you own me. I want you to feel a semblance of the pleasure and pain that you plan to inflict on me. You ask me to place the greatest trust I have in you. Are you man enough to reciprocate that trust to me? Are you secure enough in your sex that you can do this without feeling it compromises your manhood? Are you secure enough in your sense of right and wrong that you will do this one small thing for me, considering what you want me to do for you?”

I just stared at her. I could imagine I must look like some kind of dolt, my mouth hanging open and drool dripping down the side of my chin. I had thought she might come up with a lot of things, but never, not in a million years, did I ever think she would spring this on me. This was something different, but was her asking it of me so wrong? Sure, she wanted to stick something up my ass. It’s not like what she was asking made me gay or anything. After all, she was all woman, and she was the one who planned to work the toy into me. And from the many things I’d heard and read, having the prostate worked while having sex was allegedly second to none on the orgasm meter. The bottom line, however, the determining factor in my decision was that I expected her to trust me without reserve; how could I ask that of her and yet deny her the one thing she’d asked of me?

Was it inhibitions that would hold me back from taking the plunge? Or was it that I was afraid I might actually like the feeling that could be derived from something so bizarre and strange, something so adverse to my normal course of action? She’d played the man card. She’d played the homophobe card. Hell, she’d even played the poetic sense of justice card. How could I refuse her?

“OK,” I said to her, feeling tense all over. “Quid pro quo. I guess this means you want me to go first?”

“Well, it’ll be hell for me to put the toy in your ass if I’m tied to the floor!” she snorted, her lips arching up into a big smile. “So yes, you go first. It’ll be easier for you if you’re up on your knees, with your head and chest resting on the floor. Assume the position while I fetch the Bad-Boy.”

I dropped to my knees, feeling somewhat like a low life. Here I was, Lord of the Free Beasts, about to become a human girl’s bitch! How did this happen? Did the little head really rule my body? Well, of course, it did; Whether shifter or human, I’m still a guy.

I watched her from floor level as she walked back over to the dresser. Apparently, I still had a spy in the keep; I needed to find out who was putting all these forbidden toys in the toy drawer. I know I didn’t buy crap like what she was looking for. She pulled the middle drawer open and began to rummage through it. With a hint of satisfaction, she pulled out a black device, curved in a semi-circle. On one end was a silver tip. Halfway down the other end, the shaft flared out so that it was nearly twice as wide as the tip of the shaft. “Nope! Naughty-Boy, nice, but not quite up to standards for the Beast Lord!”

She tossed it back into the drawer and commenced digging again, soon pulling out another toy that was similar to the one she had first pulled out, except on this one, the curved shaft was all the same in diameter. “Rude-Boy, this will never do. It’s not near big enough for a man of your size, your Immenseness!”

She smiled at me as she dumped the Rude-Boy back in the depths. Some more digging and Christine made an absolutely disgusted sound. “Goddammit! I told the Boy Wonder not to waste any money on an Aneros! They just don’t have the pizzazz of the “Boy” series!” She tossed the Aneros in the small trash can beside the dresser, shaking her head in distaste.

Derek! Hmm, guess that solves the mystery of who’s been sneaking the toys into the Slut Hut for Christine. I’ll get even with him for that. Maybe I’ll make him watch me have sex with that cute little Hyena he’s been lusting after.

“YES!” she cried. From the darkest depths of the drawer, she pulled out a toy that, while similar to the others in that it was a curved shaft with a silver tip on one end, this one began with a thick shaft, then fanned out into a much thicker ball, then formed a third ball of an even larger diameter.

“Bad-Boy, get ready to meet your man!” She was so excited that I swear she danced a little jig, holding the toy above her head like a trophy.

After looking at the monster Christine was holding, I thought I might have to rethink my agreement with her. I could just throw her on the bed and fuck her into oblivion instead of tying her up and whipping her. Shit, though, what’s the fun in that? I’d already fucked her into near unconsciousness. More straight fucking just wasn’t in the cards.

“KY or Boy Butter! Better decide, ’cause I can guarantee this puppy ain’t going home without a lot of lubrication!”

Decisions, decisions! Damn, I’m thinking that once she jams that thing in she’s not going to try to light my ass on fire creating friction by moving it in and out of my ass, so KY Jelly might be overkill. Besides, I kind of like the ring of Boy Butter.

“Boy Butter,” I said, trying not to sound interested.

Christine grabbed the tub of Boy-Butter off the top of the dresser where I had placed it earlier. She then slammed the drawer shut with her foot as both hands were full. In her haste to get back over to me, she scurried from the dresser to my side like a sand crab on the beach.

As she reached me, she held up the butt plug for me to take a closer look. It looked even more fearsome up close. I noticed that the end with the silver tip was flatter than the rest, and the surface was covered with tiny bumps.

“Perineum Stimulator,” she said, tapping the flat surface with the bumps. She must have seen me staring at it. As big as my eyes were, it would have been impossible to miss. “For the layman, it rests up against your balls and vibrates!” She laughed as she said it. Agreeing to her request had certainly lifted her spirits.

She tapped the other end with a red fingernail. “Prostate Stimulator. You won’t believe how much of a heightened feeling you get from having this baby pushing against the prostate gland while you’re doing, well, anything!”

I wondered if she knew I couldn’t believe I was actually going through with the madness. A person in my position had to keep himself above the common lot. Then again, I was the common lot! The only thing that made me different from the rest of the shifters was that I had the most strength and used that power to keep my place among them. Using a position of power, especially when engaged in bedroom antics, just seemed wrong.

She laid the Bad-Boy on my back, then used her free hand to twist the lid off the lube container. This she placed on the floor beside me. She then placed a hand on my head. “Seriously,” she said, as she applied downward pressure on the back of my head, forcing it towards the floor. “It really will go in much easier if you have your chest and head resting on the floor. It’s something about the angle of your body in that position that allows the device to penetrate your ass easier.”

There was obviously more to this girl than I had known when she had first slipped into the Bimbo Room. Then, while she’d not been mild and sedate, she’d still been reserved. I guess when you get to know someone intimately, you can throw all your inhibitions out the window.

“I’ll let you know what I’m doing as I go, so you won’t be surprised. If you don’t want to do this, let me know now. If, at any time, you want me to stop, you know the magic word!” She smiled, a with a short laugh, she slapped my ass in glee. If she started to purr, I was leaving.

She used her hands to begin massaging my ass cheeks. With each pass, she moved closer to my butt-hole. Before I was aware of it, she had a thumb gliding gently over the anus, the touch of it feather soft. I was surprised that it felt as good as it did. There was a slight pause as she put some lube in the palm of her hand, then dipped her thumb in it. She went back to caressing my butt-hole, spreading the lube over the surface.

“I’m going to work my thumb into your ass. It won’t hurt, but I’m sure you’ll feel discomfort simply because it’s alien to your manly way of thinking. It doesn’t make you dirty or a low-life to participate in stuff like this. You’ve had your cock in enough asses to know it’s human nature to tend towards depravity.”

She slipped her thumb into my ass, the lube making it easy for her to penetrate the opening. She would work the thumb around a little, then get more lube on it and push it back in. I figured she was making sure there was plenty of go-juice in the track before she went for the real thing. After a few minutes, I felt the weight of the toy lift off my back.

“I’m coating the toy in lube, and I’m going to use a couple of fingers to push some more lube into your ass.” She spoke in short spurts now, as if she was getting off on this. She probably was, just as I got off when I worked on a woman, slipping my fingers into her cunt. “I want to make sure that you’re ready before I push the Bad-Boy in – I’m not going to lie and say it won’t hurt, but I can guarantee it won’t hurt as much as when you slam that fourteen-inch horse cock into my ass!” We both grunted, me in anticipation of her pushing that thing in because she was thinking about my cock being shoved into her ass. I guess we both had something to look forward to. Yippee.

She laughed as she put the tip of the toy up against my ass and slowly began to push it in. I think she was right in that the only real discomfort so far was mental. Somehow, in my mind, it felt wrong to be letting her do this to me. It made me feel almost deviant or gay. And yet, as she continued to push the shaft in, I knew that this is how a woman must feel when the guy shoves his length in her ass.

“Relax, just relax. We’re to the first bump, and it’s going to stretch your sphincter a lot more than the first part did. The tip was only a little over an inch in diameter; this part flares out to around an inch and a half.”

From the corner of my eye, I could see her scoop up more lubrication from the tub on the floor, and then I felt the coolness of it as she rubbed it on the ball and then put more on my ass. She began to push it in again, slowly but with purpose. I knew from my own proclivities in anal play that to stop and back up would only make it worse. She must have known this, too, as she forged on. I grimaced as the widest part of the first ball forced its way past the sphincter and then felt a sort of elation as the Bad-Boy snapped into place between the two balls on the shaft.

She lowered her face to the same level as mine, resting the side of her head on the floor, and stared into my eyes. “One more to go, my Lord, and then it’s your turn!” Oh boy, I could hardly wait.

Well, I guess I could finish this. The plans I had for her would make this little shindig seem like a walk in the park. I planned to rain fire and brimstone down on her in the guise of leather and steel; I knew I could get past this pitiful act for the pleasures to follow.

She raised herself back up, and I felt a little more lube being slathered on my ass in preparation for the final ball going in. She might be enjoying this more than I was, but at least she was being civil about it. She could have tried to just shove it all up my ass in one go. To help me relax more, I also felt her other hand alternating between cupping my balls and fisting my cock, stroking the length of it as she worked the Bad-Boy into place. It was pleasant to have her work my manhood even as she worked her fetish.

“Here we go now, the final push.” She said, her words coming out in bursts, her breathing heavy. She grabbed my balls firmly, squeezing almost a little to much. She gave the Bad-Boy another hard push. With it gripped firmly in her hand, she proceeded to get it in the rest of the way. At the widest part of the ball, I grunted out a “YEOW!”

“Having a baby, your Arousedness?” she asked me, shaking my cock for emphasis, her eyes positively twinkling in delight. “Don’t be such a sissy! It’s only two inches in diameter at the widest part. You should try taking the eight-inch diameter soda-can cock that you dish out!”

With a last push, the ball snapped into place; the toy now held firmly in place by the sphincter muscle. I could feel the flat plastic of the Perineum Stimulator resting against my nuts, little nubs prickling the skin. I felt her hand move around down there, and suddenly the Stimulator began to vibrate; it felt good moving against my balls like that.

“Is the kitty purring now, your Majesty? If not, I’m sure when you start working on me, you’ll have a whole new outlook on life.”

With the Bad-Boy in place, I stood up. I could feel the tip of the toy pushing against my prostate; it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it gave me a new perception of my cock. Rubbing my palm over the tip of my aroused member, I noticed it came away covered in pre-cum. Interesting, to say the least; I usually don’t start leaking until later.

At last, it was my turn. Paybacks were hell, or so I’d been led to believe. “Come to daddy, baby.” I purred. “It’s time to learn a few new tricks!”

She stood up a came over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and tilting her face up so I could claim her lips. I wasted no time in doing so, savoring the feel of them as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I caught it between the edges of my teeth before she could pull it back and tugged on it gently. I held on to it for a brief second, then let go of it. I took a step back and placed my hands just under her arms. Slowly I ran my hands down her sides to her ass, then let them slide back to her chest. Moving them forward slightly, I cupped her heavy breasts in my hands. I squeezed them tight enough that the nipples were forced upward, the perfect angle for my mouth to suck in, first one and then the other. I rolled the sweet little nub of one breast in my mouth, savoring the hardness of it. The more I sucked, the longer the nipple became. When it had reached its peak, I did the same trick on the other side. Before long, Christine was panting, little sounds of contentment escaping her mouth.

It took some effort because I wanted to drop to my knees and teach her bald little kitty some table manners, but I was to the breaking point; my cock felt like it was bigger than it had ever been, and it was leaking pre-cum by the quart. I don’t know if it was the Bad-Boy or if Christine just turned me on that much, but it was time for action. I rose to my feet in one quick, cat-like motion and moved back to the bed, signaling Christine to stay right where she was.

From the bed, I grabbed the collar and, after spending a minute to unbuckle the ankle cuffs from the spreader bar, I returned to the center of the room where Christine was standing, giving off an aura of meek and mild. Yeah, like a thunderstorm in the mid-west is meek and mild; more like electrifying. Whatever, she hadn’t cut and run yet.

Using my cock as a staging area, I lay the wrist cuffs over my shaft at the base, making sure they weren’t going to fall off. Then I took the collar and slipped it around Christine’s neck, making sure that the leather was underneath her hair. I secured the collar in place with the buckle, making sure that there was enough space between the leather and her skin that she would not have any trouble breathing. Asphyxiation fetishes are one thing, but not my thing. Somehow, I didn’t think that suffocating was her thing, either. Once the collar was in place and to my liking, I secured her wrists in the cuffs, checking them as well to be sure they were secure without being too tight.

I took her hands in mine and held them up in the air, perusing my handiwork. “I like,” I said, smiling down at her. “Just a few more additions, and we’ll be ready to go.”

Christine just smiled at me with a shit-eating grin. Somehow, with the calm vibes she was putting out, I had the feeling that she’d done this before. Come to think of it, I had the feeling there were lots of things she’d done before, just not with me. We were going to take care of a few of those items right now.

Moving back to the bed, I picked up the ankle spreader and a handful of the leather straps. My excitement was building by leaps and bounds. The thought of a woman like this one, bound helpless before me, beholden to bow to my demands, turned me on. While I had never been one to dominate a partner in bed, this somehow was beginning to feel right. Maybe I had overlooked one of the finer things in the realm of sex; I would soon know there was no doubt.

I spent moments to secure a strap to each ring of the collar and each ring of the cuffs. They hung down in front of her, signaling surrender. I was so mesmerized by the idea that these few pieces of leather were going to herald in a whole new concept of sex for me that I took some time to play. I took the straps from her neck collar and wrapped them around each breast, right up against the ribcage. I ensured they were tight enough not to slide off her tits inadvertently; they were wrapped so tightly that where the straps met the breasts, they were indented around the entire circumference; the other end of the straps secured to the wrist cuffs.

Once again, I took her breasts in my hands, and while I massaged them, I kissed her deep and hard. There was a moment when our teeth met, making a clicking sound. Even this was not enough to break the kiss. I couldn’t help but feel the head of my manhood pressing against her pussy. There was so much slickness on the end of my cock from the leakage that my shaft slipped in between her legs. We both sucked in a breath at the same time, the unexpected placement of my cock on her sex raising our fervor.

Using a huge chunk of willpower, I pushed myself away from Christine. I needed to get the rest of the gear in place, and at the rate, I was going, I’d end up coming all over myself before she was decked out in her bondage gear. I stooped down, once again looking right at her pussy. This time, unlike the last time I was on my knees, I leaned forward and licked her sex. I started down at her hole, and, like a cat licking a bowl of milk, I slurped my way up to her clit. Since I’ve never been one to waste, I used my fingers to spread her lips apart, giving me good, solid access to that precious little nub. I licked at it, using just the very tip of my tongue, making sure that the touch was less than that of a feather. My tongue flicked over the nub, arousing it. When it was bigger from the ministrations, I grabbed it with my teeth, biting down on it; with it held firmly in place, I once again started licking it, pulling my head back at the same time, stretching the clit even further from her sex. I felt her hands on the top of my head, egging me on. I didn’t disappoint. I ravaged her with my mouth until I felt she was ready to let go, and then I stopped, opening my mouth and teeth enough to let her clit snap back to its natural position.

Reaching down, I picked up the spreader bar and secured it to her ankles, securing the cuffs in place with the buckles. I then took hold of the two straps from the wrist cuffs and threaded them through the rings, so the slack was taken up, forcing her to bend over at the waist. When she was in the position I wanted her in, I fastened the quick connects to the rings mounted on the spreader. Stepping back, I admired my handiwork.

With her in that position, standing up placed my cock level with her mouth. I grabbed a handful of her hair, bringing her head up so that, when I stepped forward, the head of my manhood pressed against her lips. Pushing my hips forward, my cock parted her lips like Moses parting the Red Sea. Christine could hardly take my cock in her mouth, as it was so big around; I have large hands, and I couldn’t get my fingers to touch my thumb when I wrapped them around it. I’ve never had a woman who could get the entire length down her throat. I was resigned to the fact that it just wasn’t going to happen, and I knew enough not to try and force it all down. That doesn’t mean I didn’t try to get half of it down her throat, though. Some is better than none!

Keeping her head at the appropriate angle, the neck in line with her mouth like a tunnel entrance, I pushed my cock in her mouth until she began to gag, then withdrew it. The tightness of her mouth and throat agreed with me, and I continued to work my length into her, pulling it out completely only when I felt sure I was going to come. Can’t blow the wad too soon, not with so much exploring left to do.

Standing in front of her so she could watch, I grabbed my member in my hand and stroked the length of it. Occasionally I would slap the end against her cheeks, making a slapping sound and leaving a red mark in its wake. I could feel the Bad-Boy in my ass, as every time I ran my hand over my cock my ass muscles would contract, driving the tip of the toy harder against the prostate gland. I hated to admit it, but Christine was right; the damn thing added a whole new dimension to sex. It also added an edge to the festivities, one that I would need to be careful to keep in check, as she was unable to defend herself.

Working my way back over to the bed, I picked up the nipple clamps and whip. I decided I wouldn’t need the blindfold and ball gag after all; I wanted her to see what was happening, every bit of it. I was feeling nasty, and I didn’t want her to miss a trick. On the same side of the coin, though, I wanted to make sure that she had every opportunity to utter the safe word, just as an added precaution to keep my primal urges in check.

I walked back over to Christine and moved around behind her. Taking the handle of the whip, I rubbed the head of the dildo against her pussy in slow, deliberate strokes. I rubbed the tip of the handle up and down her slit, making sure she had plenty of motivation to get the old pussy wet and ready. I pulled the whip away and moved a finger into its place, slipping a finger into her warm opening. Yes, indeed, plenty wet enough there for a little penetration. I placed the head of the dildo back into the opening and pushed it inside her. She jerked at the abruptness of the whip handle pushing into her sex but accepted it as I shoved the entire length into her wetness. I left it there, inserted to the hilt, so only the nine leather straps hung down from her cunt, and moved around to the front of her.

I took the nipple clamps, pressed them open, and then closed them on her nipples. She inhaled sharply as the clamps bit down on her nipples, the strength of the springs causing the clamps to put enough pressure on them that the nubs elongated, flat under the clamps, springing back to their round tips just past the clamps. Staring her in the eyes, I took hold of the chain and pulled on it, the clamps so securely attached to the nipples that the breasts pulled away from her body with the tugging of the chain. I continued to pull on the chain until I saw her eyes begin to leak. I let go of the chain, giving her some relief. I pulled again for good measure, letting her know who was the master.

Moving back around, I pulled the handle out of her pussy, and licked the handle clean, ensuring she could hear what I was up to. From how she had her head cranked back, she could probably see me out of the corner of her eye; I hoped she could. I then took hold of the whip and lightly brought the straps down on her ass cheeks. The leather knots made no sound as they struck the soft pale flesh, but they left their signature in faint red marks. I brought the whip down again, a little harder, on her other cheek. Again the silent roar of knots on flesh and small red welts.

I continued to wield the whip, feeling more and more in control as leather met flesh. She was almost to the point of whimpering, her breathing coming in wracked sobs as she held on to her pride.

When tired of the whip, I picked up the tub of Boy Butter Christine had left on the floor. I took a scoop of it and slathered it over her cheeks, using it like an impromptu salve. I rubbed it over the surface of both cheeks gently, avoiding any pressure that might cause the sensitive area to react with more pain. While there, I pushed a lot of the lube into her butt-hole, using my index finger to push it deep into her ass. I had plans for this sweet little hole, and I didn’t want to have to stop when I was fired up to use the lube. I sure wasn’t going to try to just ram my cock in, either; there’s no way this monster would go in that hole without some sort of lubrication, and gobs of spit just weren’t going to cut it.

Setting the tub back down, I picked up the strap-on I had taken from Christine and looked it over carefully. With a shrug, I fastened it on my hips, the huge dildo hanging just below my balls. With one hand, I grabbed the jelly-rubber toy, and with the other, I grabbed my cock. With Christine looking on, her eyes as big as saucers, I shook both hands solidly. Both cocks, real and rubber, shook with the motion of my hands. She smiled, guessing what was about to happen.

“Are you ready for the word yet, baby?” I asked, keeping my eyes on hers. The cerulean in her irises had gone cobalt, and her face was set in grim determination.

“I’ll say the word when it’s snowing in hell, Your Perverseness!” She laughed throatily and jerked her head back like she was telling me to get a move on. “Give it your best shot! Fuck me until I scream!”

She didn’t need to prod me to get me moving. I was behind her faster than you could say, “Jack Spratt!” With a hand still on each cock, I closed the distance between us. Taking time to aim, I lined up the dildo with her pussy opening and pushed just enough for the head to push into her box. Once it was in place and not popping out, I lined my cock up with her asshole. I pushed it firmly into her, continuing until the head had pushed past her sphincter. The size of the head was stretching her ass wide, and she made deep breathing sounds like she was practicing Lamaze.

“Here we go, girl. It’s too bad I don’t have Derek in here. If I did, you’d have a cock in every hole. I guess we’ll just have to make do with two out of three.”

Still holding firmly onto the bases of the twin shafts I was sporting, I pushed forward into her, splitting her ass and her cunt at the same time. Both of the shafts were similar in size, which was huge, and between the two of them, she was full up. I kept pushing until both of them were bottomed out, then pulled back and thrust them in again. With each thrust, Christine made a grunting noise and pushed her hips back against mine. She moved her hips forward as I pulled back in preparation for another stab. We kept at it, our efforts building in intensity.

By this time, we were going at it like a couple of locomotives with full heads of steam. Sweat ran off both of us, and any thoughts other than those of lust were long gone. With each thrust of my hips, the only thing that mattered was the next thrust of my hips. The feel of her tight ass on my cock drove me to distraction, making me wish I had more length to shove into her, more width for her muscles to clamp down on. I was caught in a loop where I loved what I was feeling, but the feeling left me needing to have more. I was lost in her body.

Christine must have been feeling the same way because she was to the point she was demanding I give her more. As deep as I drove into her pussy and her ass, she claimed it wasn’t enough. She was slamming her hips into mine so hard I was sure we’d both be bruised for a week. Slam, thrust, slam, thrust. We were both screaming to our individual Gods, praying for that last bit of stamina we needed to complete the coupling.

With a final scream, Christine’s body started to convulse with the throes of multiple orgasms. I gave a last hard thrust and then held my cock deep in her ass, forcing the dildo to stay embedded in her cunt. I used my hands to pull her hips even tighter against my own, reveling in the feel of complete ecstasy.

When I reached the point where my climax was imminent, I pulled my cock out of her ass. Yanking it out caused the dildo to pull out of her pussy at the same time. Her body was rocking with orgasms as I ran around her and shoved my throbbing cock into her mouth. Just as the head got past her lips, I exploded. I pumped load after load of cum into her mouth, managing to hold off each successive load until she’d had time to swallow the previous batch. Every time I pumped a new load into her, I could feel my ass clamping down on the Big-Boy, pushing it deeper into my ass. It was like a fusion reactor; each load triggered the Big-Boy, and the pressure on the prostrate caused me to orgasm again, pumping another load of come into her. Cycle after cycle, load after load.

After what seemed an eternity, my orgasms ran out, leaving me drained. My ass was still clinching tightly on the Big-Boy, and my cock was practically limp when I pulled it out of Christine’s mouth. Looking at her, she had the glazed look of a person who had just scaled the summit of the highest mountain on earth and needed time to consider the feat that had been accomplished. I’m not sure what the look on my face was, but I knew how she felt. Never in my life had I been to the point where I felt completely satiated.

Working to overcome the lethargy that was trying to claim me long enough to do what needed to be done, I removed all of the straps and cuffs from Christine and then knelt down in front of her. I felt her as she reached out and took hold of the toy in my ass and, with a smooth motion, pulled it out. I felt my asshole clamp shut when the last of the shaft had cleared, and I fell forward onto the carpet.

Christine lay beside me, and I threw an arm over her shoulders and pulled her in closer to me until we lay so close together that nothing could have gotten between us. I had to admit one thing; our last night together had gone out with a bang. I almost hated that what we had between us wasn’t enough to keep us together.

 

The End