Questing4Aldonza
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His Long Night
He throws his head back, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, jaw clenched shut as his Mistress continues to work him mercilessly. The ropes dig into his wrists, and his shoulders ache from the strain of having his arms tied behind his back, an ache made worse as his body is wracked with one violent shudder after another...
... but he doesn't cum...
He doesn't dare. No matter how much she tinges her loud slurps with moans of ecstasy, no matter how hard or vigorously she pumps the base of his cock with her fist or laps at the tip with her tongue, he fights it, resists; the cold realization that months of chastity and torture will follow any failure steeling him even as his flesh screams for release.
Suddenly the sound of the doorbell echoes up the stairs. Her head pops up from his lap and licking her grinning lips, she cries, "Perfect timing!"
She rises lithely to her feet even as he collapses into himself, chin sinking onto his heaving, sweaty chest. She grabs him by the hair and pulls his head back up. He looks up, still gasping for air as she coolly gazes back. Leaning over, she kisses him, long and deep, letting him taste his own cock on her breath. She lets his head drop and pads off barefoot to get the door.
He sits there, bound to the chair, barely able to hear the excited voices from the front of the house over his heavy respiration. His erection continues to rage unattended, a thin spider's web of milky fluid hanging down. The voices suddenly grow louder, until he hears them enter the room, followed swiftly by the sound of someone sucking in their breath and he raises his head up to look.
"You remember Abby, don't you dear?"
He nods wearily, a pained hangdog look on his face. Abby is the sort of girl who is hard to forget: early 20's, blonde and busty and the face of an angel.
Abby, at that moment, looks like a person who has been told what to expect, but still can't believe what she's seeing. Her gaze seems to linger at the throbbing object between his legs.
Laughing, the other woman slips her arm around the blonde girl's waist and draws her in tight.
"Don't worry darling," she purrs. "That thing can't hurt you! It belongs to me, and I promise, I won't let it come anywhere near you tonight!"
"O..okay," Abby says, not quite sounding convinced. His Mistress reaches over, gently taking Abby's chin in her hand and slowly turning her head until they are face-to-face.
"Trust me," she says, and puts her lips against the trembling girl's.
He watches as Abby quickly melts into his Mistress' embrace; she moans softly under the older woman's expertly guided hands. A full, perfectly formed breast is prized free from the top of her dress, and without thinking, he whimpers aloud.
The sound makes Abby jump back with a squeak. Her face goes red and she suddenly stammers, "Sorry! I'm sorry! I..."
His mistress gently strokes the girl's long, golden hair and makes soft soothing shushing sounds.
"It's not your fault. He was a bad boy to make noise like that. He knows better. We'll have to do something to make sure he doesn't interrupt us again!"
With that, his Mistress lets her hands sweep over the anxious girl's body again, inexorably drifting downwards, towards the hemline of her short skirt. Abby takes a deep, shuddering breath and visibly freezes up, but she says nothing and makes no move to stop the other woman as his Mistress languidly hikes the thin fabric up around the girl's hips.
Abby's panties are pink, and she squeaks slightly as his Mistress places her hand squarely over their satiny front.
"Ah... nice..."
Abby's face goes an ever deeper shad of red. His Mistress doesn't even notice. She hooks her fingers into the elastic waistband and begins to slowly peel them away. He grinds his teeth to keep from making another sound as he gets a quick glimpse of the girl's shaved nether region, but his Mistress tugs the skirt back into place even as she continues to pull the panties down Abby's long, toned legs. The girl, displaying an almost instinctive urge to obey, steps out of the underpants without being told.
His Mistress straightens up and approaches him slowly, wadding the pink fabric into a ball.
"Open wide, slut!"
His jaw quavers, but he forces it to yawn wide; his eyes, brimming with need and tears, gazing up into hers, hard and alight with malicious glee.
She shoves the panties into his mouth and he makes a pained retching noise.
"Yes... quite wet aren't they? Enjoy them, my pet. It's the only taste of pussy you'll be getting tonight!" she laughs, reaching into a dresser drawer and pulling out a roll of duct tape. A moment later Abby's underpants are sealed inside his mouth and air is whistling through his nose. His body trembles as he watches her turn her attentions back towards their guest, her hands gently reaching out to caress Abby's breasts, to maneuver her back towards the bed... onto the bed... limbs entangling, zippers tearing open with loud metallic rasps...
Bound to the chair, he watches, listens, and wants so very badly...
*
At some point in the wee hours of the morning, they finally seem to exhaust themselves. In the dark and the quiet, he imagines them asleep, their soft warm bodies curled up around each other. He, on the other hand, drifts in an unhappy limbo, exhausted, but unable to nod off in his current predicament. Suddenly, his heavy eyes snap open and he realizes he can hear soft whispers coming from the bed.
"... and you really put that thing on and fuck him with it?"
"Oh yes! Almost every night, my dear!"
"And... do you really..."
The girl's voice fades to almost nothingness and he finds himself straining to lean forward, striving to catch even the slightest hint. His Mistress' sudden laugh startles him, he jerks back bolt upright into the chair.
"Oh my yes, my dear! He's such a nasty little boy, he loves that!"
Abby giggles soft and sexily. He can hear the rustling of the sheets as she squirms about.
"As a matter of fact, I feel the need coming upon me right now," his Mistress says, casting off the bedspread.
"Can... can I... too?"
"Of course you may, my dear, but after me."
Abby giggles again.
He looks up and between the blurring effects of weariness and the early morning gloom, his Mistress appears little more than a pale blob looming up before him out of the darkness. She rips the tape from his face and yanks the panties out of his mouth. In between deep gulps of air, he barely manages to croak a "Thank You."
She cuts his ropes with a knife from the same drawer as the tape, and yanking him by the hair, pulls him from the chair and onto his hands and knees.
A snap of her fingers is all the signal she gives, turning on her heels. Painfully aware of Abby's blue eyes peering intently over the edge of the bed, he follows his Mistress on all fours into the bathroom, desiring, as always, to please.
(edited to deal with stupid typos)
< Message edited by Questing4Aldonza -- 7/28/2004 3:39:29 PM >
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