Male Chastity in the Age of Tech Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Male Chastity in the Age of Tech Ch. 03 by ShyDenZen,ShyDenZen
Lucy now notices something else about David’s body that stirs her curiosity.

“David,” she interrogates, “Why don’t you have any pubic hair?”

David looks again to Mistress pleadingly.

Mistress renews her smile staring a hole through him and decides it will be more fun to answer this question herself.

“I’ll field this one, Ms. Lucy…. You see- I prefer the look and feel of bare skin down there on my man. And so we have made it into a kind of ritual… Here’s how it works: every two weeks we have an appointment for David with an esthetician. You know that place on Broadway called ‘the Hairless Cat’?”

“Oh I’ve been there before… talk about OUCH, Ma’am!”

“Yes well Ashley is very good and doesn’t get embarrassed unlike Davie here… so I accompany him to his appointment because I like to unlock him with Ashley there as a witness and I also like her to watch me lock him up immediately after she’s plucked him. I trust her with our secrets but I also like putting ideas in the head of an innocent girl about how men should be treated by their women. Plus it helps me feel better about another woman touching David in his most intimate area,” the subtlety of this last warning only seems to bounce off Lucy.

“Doesn’t David get hard while she’s waxing him, Ma’am?”

“Oh yea- Ashley doesn’t seem to mind. She seems to take it as a compliment, and she’s always quick to dab away any of his pre-cum. Oh- there was this one time when it had been about two weeks into his chastity sentence- well he was so pent up that when she tore away the wax strip to get the little hairs at the base of his penis…”

Peggy can’t help but laugh at the vivid memory.

“What happened?!” Lucy can’t stand the suspense.

“He came all over! Haha! It was the first and only time I’ve ever seen Ashley really blush- I told her ‘it’s ok- he’ll be punished for that later.’ Then she looked a little worried. She was so embarrassed with me standing over her giggling. But she cleaned up his mess and kept going with her job trying to pretend it was just another day at the office. I study her carefully- the whole time- because the real purpose of the ritual it inspires… me… ad astra per aspera.”

David is too mortified to speak. He simply can’t believe his wife is telling Lucy about one of the most embarrassing moments in his adult life. He also remembers the punishment he received for that un-permitted ejaculation and it pulls him further into his trance.

Lucy puts herself in Ashley’s shoes trying to think about what she would have done in that situation. She thinks this is a side of Peggy that she never would have guessed. She is firmly in the grip of lust being tugged by the hair toward an inevitable conclusion: she needs to fuck someone- like now.

“The other thing is- although Ashley has seen my pet’s ass quite a few times- this time I waited to punish him for two weeks- ’til the night before his next Brazilian wax appointment. I just really wanted Ashley to see the marks left on him. And I could tell by her face that she did see them… she didn’t laugh or bring it up. She just stared at his marks and played it cool like it was none of her business. But… she did look at me while rubbing some extra ointment into his red, streaked cheeks.

Lucy hopes she’s playing it cool but she can’t think of anything besides…

“I wish tonight was the kind of special occasion- that you’d maybe think about letting him out of that- his- I mean your chastity thingy, Mistress,” Lucy suddenly blurts out in spite of herself.

Peggy raises her inquisitive eyebrow.

“Oh really?! And why do you think he deserves that kind of relief tonight of all nights?”

Lucy can’t think of any reason that isn’t self-serving. She just really wants to see his cock so she can memorize it and fantasize about it later.

“I just want to see it, Mistress, I just want to see what Ashley gets to see,” Lucy shrugs innocently admitting the truth.

David feels cheap being bartered like an object- but he is also praying that Lucy somehow gets her way.

Instead of answering Lucy’s plea, Peggy begins undressing herself.

“I’m tired of being the only one wearing clothes,” she explains to her gaping boy and girl.

Lucy and David watch her strip in silent amazement. David can’t remember being quite so mystified by his wife’s sexy way of removing her clothes. Odd that it’s been awhile since he last had the privilege of watching the dance- the way she gets undressed. Now he’s seeing the show through Lucy’s eyes.

Peggy stands before them brazenly in all her naked glory.

“See! This is how I like to keep MY pubic hair.”

Peggy gestures to the triangular tuft of brown curly hair pointing like an arrow to her clitoris. She is perfectly trimmed but the patch is large enough that it certainly would not be completely covered up by a skimpy bikini or lingerie.

“I like to keep this hair here to remind my husband who is the grown-up in our relationship- and to remind him that he has no say such matters.”

Lucy looks down to her own bald mons pubis. She herself is freshly waxed- not for her own husband but because she loves the silky, sexy feeling it gives her. She feels freshly exposed and subordinate and young.

David looks back and forth- trying to be subtle comparing his wife’s pussy to Lucy’s. He wants so badly to get a much better look at Lucy’s. The sweet smell of these pussies is distinct. He only wants to watch them bloom for him or for each other- he doesn’t care which. This is heaven.

“I want your nose right here- Right now, Ms. Lucy!” Mistress commands pointing to the center of her inverted pyramid of hair.”

Lucy wastes no time getting down to her knees.

Mistress invades her friend’s personal space inches from her face. She takes the girl’s hair in one hand and gently pushes her nose into her fragrance – into THE fragrance that David only worships.

Lucy inhales deeply through her nostrils- taking in her friend’s intoxicating aroma. Why does her friend’s scent make her melt into a state of weak femininity? She thinks to herself that this must be the smell that launched a thousand ships. She’s carried away. The most animalistic part of herself completely understands now why David submits himself to whatever this goddess prescribes. Mistress wears her beautiful hair right here proudly like a crown.

“Why don’t you give my lips a little kiss, Ms. Lucy.”

Lucy looks up at Mistress for confirmation. Peggy nods her head smiling encouragement. She parts her feet and sticks her pelvis slightly out making more room for the blonde woman’s face.

Lucy’s little heart is hammering hard as she uses her tongue and lips to search for her queen’s crown jewel. Has she ever done this to a woman before? no- never- not once.

The texture and taste on Lucy’s tongue is potent- even softer and even sweeter than any icing on any cake she’s ever tasted. She only wants more. She reaches further out with her tongue. She wants to drink from this musky fountain.

David can’t believe his eyes. He’s never seen his wife’s face look so over-the-moon ecstatic. Her head is back emphasizing the beautifully flushed skin of her neck. Her eyelids look heavy. She’s already breathing that way she has of breathing right before she cums. Still David can’t be too jealous that this beautiful woman was able to bring his wife to this state in a fraction of the time it usually takes him.

“Keep going- Ms. Lucy,” Peggy sounds out of breath and somehow still demanding, “Just like that! MMMMMMMMhhhhhm.”

Now David is sure his wife intends to cum on her best friend’s face in a matter of seconds.

Peggy cries out loud in proclamation of her first orgasm of the night.

Like the whore she might become, Lucy begins making yummy slurping noises trying to lap up the surplus of moisture just excreted by her friend’s shaking orgasm. Their Mistress’s clever mind may bar the jealousy from her heart, but she falls short in keeping it out of her cunt.

Peggy- still very much in a daze of post clitoral bliss walks a few backwards steps to their red-leather couch (wine red) and collapses into it.

Lucy walks on her knees to follow her mistress. She’s still hungry- and very thirsty.

David also moves in to get as close a view of her exposed backside as he dares. He’s hoping to get a good long look at Lucy’s tight-little-ass hole. He wonders if he could cum from just seeing that forbidden part of a woman he fantasizes about on a regular basis.

Before she has the chance to dive in again- Peggy turns herself around now kneeling on the couch with her own large, round ass pointing directly into her blonde friend’s face.

“Try it like this,” is all Mistress has to say.

Lucy hesitates for one last gut check. She has never been this close to anyone’s asshole- let alone one so beautiful and perfect and tiny and pink. It looks cleaner than soap. She realizes- not without a pinch of horror- that her nose will presently be IN that asshole. ‘Is that a proper place for my nose?’ She wonders.

“What did I say, slave girl?”

Instead of answering her, Lucy finally attacks her Mistress from behind. At first, she angles in low with her tongue curling for her lady’s clit. The only thing she can see at the moment is her friend’s tight asshole winking an unfamiliar ache into her heart. There is nothing else on which to focus let alone this undignified pose into which she has submitted- Consequences be damned. Let the chips fall where they may.

“David- I want you to do to Ms. Lucy exactly what you’d like her to do to me.”

The astonished David wastes no time collapsing down to all fours. He crawls eagerly toward the ass of his dream woman. Now is his chance to show how he worships her properly. He immediately loves her different smell so rich and natural- like lilies and maple syrup- and her taste- it matches.

After gently pinching her vulva with his lips he slides his tongue from the front near her clit to the opening of her cervix. He knows he can feel her pulsing for his tongue and wishes futilely that her silky warmth was gripping his dick instead of his tongue.

Rather than wait any longer he pushes his lick. He momentarily pulls his face away from his new paradise but only for a second. Using his hands to spread her cheeks apart- David darts straight into the most perfect asshole he’s never eaten with the tip of his tongue.

“Mmmmmmpf!” Her first muffled sound expresses her genuine shock, but she immediately follows up with a very encouraging, appreciative moan, “Uhhhhhhh.” Her moan is saying: thank you!

She feels disgusted with herself for loving how inappropriate what is going on actually is. She’s giving and receiving her first rim job at the same time. If someone asked her: would you ever eat someone’s ass? She would have screamed: NO! Yet here she is doing just that. It’s simply too much to process- so she further sinks into the warm soup of sensation and emotion instead.

The taste of her- the feeling of her strong sphincter squeezing his tongue is a geyser of a memory; he will never forget. He will think about this moment and obsess over it and ask desperately how long it will be until he can taste her health again.

Suddenly he is interested to know if Lucy is doing what she can feel him doing to her- to his wife? He scans the horizon of Lucy’s back. Her head is at the perfect angle to assure him that very obediently her own tongue is as far up his wife’s exit-only portal as she can reach it. This is reassuring.

The only one of them with any liability to form words is cooing, “Good girl- Ms. Lucy- Mmmmmmm- such a good little slave girl- eating my asshole… isn’t is yummy?”

Mistress squeezes down hard on the girl’s tongue reflexively, essentially shitting it out- just to show her force. A crashing wave of jealousy washes over her but the pain is not as acute as the one from the beginning of the evening. She relaxes her sphincter and allows Lucy’s tongue inside her again. Try that! Ms. Lucy does try but David’s tongue is more adamant than her own sphincter.

David can feel Lucy’s muscles trying to push out his tongue. God! She is strong- her asshole is like a fist.

Mistress has a train of two slaves trailing behind her; They are also the two people she loves most in the world. She is the mouth of their human centipede. She feels now is the time to redirect their attention.

“Ok ok ok- my pets… this is… huhhhh- lovely. We’re off to a good start but I think we should take this up to my bedroom.”

Thus ends their foreplay.

Lucy is the first to retract her tongue panting heavily into her Mistress’ ass crack all glossy from her spit. David does the same. The three lovers uneasily get to their feet. All three are in a daze- Lucy especially has a far-away, hypnotized look in her usually bright eyes. Droplets of sweat dampen the edges of her blonde hair and she wears a mask of her own drying saliva that makes her face feel cool. She can’t wait to bury it again in whatever sexy flesh is put in front of her. She’s never felt before like such a lioness. She hopes this fire in her cervix never goes out.

The submissive girl and boy follow the sway of their Mistress’ hips up the stairs and into her lair where the very large bed is beckoning them. Bed time is far away.

Like so many times throughout their marriage, David thinks he knows his wife, but there is a mystery about her that he lacks the ability to solve: just what motivates her genius. Tonight is one of those special occasions where he meets her again for the first time.

Mistress reaches for her phone on the nightstand. She sits down on the bed and casually opens the device.

David and Lucy exchange glances. This is not what they expected. Lucy takes the opportunity to sneak another peek at David’s package and she notices that his penis is as turgid as the little prison will allow. It’s pointing out now instead of hanging down and his testicles are stretched by the inch of hard flesh which the cage can no longer contain. She wonders sympathetically how painful it must be for him.

“Don’t worry, pets, we’re far from through… I just want to try something out.”

Lucy winces in fear thinking Peggy intends to take more compromising pictures of her, but she’s entirely wrong. Peggy is actually opening the app that interfaces with David’s high-tech cock cage.

“I think it’s high time we test drive this baby!”

Mistress reaches out to tap on the hard surface of the little trap. David sighs and none of them can tell exactly what he’s feeling.

“Ahhhh!” David yelps as he registers a new sensation emanating through his captive member.

Peggy yelps out a little laugh of delight as her face lights up, “I think it’s working- let’s see…”

Lucy stares intently at the mysterious device hugging David’s package half expecting to see little lightning bolts jump out of it. In the lamp light she notices David is trembling.

All David can do is lie back on the bed. Whether he is in pain or shock or simply just astonished by this new feature she’s testing- David doesn’t know.

“Take your hands away- David- so we can see!” Mistress demands.

David removes his hands to reveal a much more flaccid situation down there.

“Wow that worked like a charm- Lucy- can you see how quickly I shrunk him down to… the right size?!”

Lucy moves between his legs for a closer inspection. Judging by David’s relieved expression- the device has ceased doing whatever it was doing to him a moment ago.

She doesn’t want to say it out loud but his penis is now so small that it is entirely invisible to her. She thinks of snails and turtles hiding from predators.

“Did you do that to him, Ma’am?”

“I sure as Hell did!” The pride is obvious in her voice, “Now let’s see if it works in the other erection- I mean direction.”

Mistress taps her phone three times.

“Oh my God!” Shouts David, “Ehhhh – ehhh -ehhh.”

He looks at Lucy as if he’s about to sneeze. The look of genuine concern has returned to her face but she’s far too curious now to look away from Mistress’s experiment on display and what the Hell is going on down there?

David is trying his best to smile through the powerful, electrical sensations pulsing through the affected area. He can certainly feel himself getting rocked up and it’s not just from being in the presence of these two beautiful naked goddesses and it’s not because of being the center of their attention. It’s because of whatever this evil robot is forcing his dick to do…

“Uhhhhh! If I get any harder… I might break it, Mistress.”

“Huh. No chance of that!” Mistress scoffs back. She taps her phone again to reverse the process, “Now- if you start to go soft right away I’ll have proved this special feature works perfectly. Well, well, well- it was worth the extra money.”

Lucy’s memory flashes to Alice in Wonderland- one pill makes you larger and…

David’s penis- though shrouded in hard metal- is shrinking before their eyes- like magic.

“I’m so happy it works! This feature will solve so many of your problems. We all know little David has a mind of his own and so many bad habits. Do you realize how much more control I’ll have now, pet?!”

Though her question is rhetorical, David nods obediently. He looks more than a little concerned contemplating what this changes about his future. The possibilities really are endless.

For her part- Lucy is as-in-awe of Mistress’s power as she would have been had she been present at the Trinity test. And isn’t this also a kind of weapons test?

Understanding the full extent of his wife’s ever increasing power- would infuriate lesser men, but David follows his bliss. There are men who in David’s situation would scheme to find any way of running away from such a theft of his autonomy. But the way he sees it: what’s the point in worshipping a Goddess who doesn’t have an arsenal of miracles at her fingertips? After all, he isn’t dying- unless it were possible to die from astonishment.

Their goddess brings them all back to Earth, “Well if that doesn’t inspire you- I don’t know what will! Think we can safely say- the science is settled.”

The brightest light in the room is Peggy’s satisfied smile. Lucy, however, is anything-but-satisfied. New curiosity about David’s biology has overtaken her. Having a head full of questions about who had the ingenuity to invent such an evil weapon does nothing to mute her inner cry for more of this couple’s attention. It’s true that under normal circumstances Lucy is easily distracted- but just now she’s got the pleasant aftertaste of her best friend’s ass in her mouth. The taste is so intoxicating it’s a wonder she hasn’t swooned. She’s certainly NOT preoccupied with anything so conventional as hygiene or marital vows… in for a penny- in for a pounding.

“Ms. Lucy,” Peggy’s tone is that of a teacher calling on a daydreaming student, “Didn’t you want to see what David’s little snail looks like… outside his shell?”

Not sure why she’s so shy to say how plain horny she is, Lucy practically begs, “Oh please, Mistress, I just want to feel him get hard in my hands.”

Peggy’s reply shocks everyone including herself, “Only way I’m letting him out right now is if you agree to feel him get hard in your mouth.”

As a careful reader might have guessed- Peggy possesses a few superhuman abilities not least of which is her ability to exact consent that leaves no room for vagueness that could later fester into regret- or worse- resentment.

Lucy only takes a moment to fully commit, “Ok, we’ll do it your way, Ma’am.”

“And! I want a picture of the two of you.”

“Fuck, Peggy!” Lucy’s fear causes her to momentarily forget her place in this relationship. Luckily, her Mistress has not forgotten her’s.

“Would you prefer a spanking, slave girl?”

Now the conflict is entirely Lucy’s to resolve. This much thinking usually gives her a headache, but tonight is really about learning to listen to her body instead of her head- a potentially dangerous trade.

“No.”

“No what, Ms. Lucy?” her Mistress dares her.

To say David is pulling for Lucy would be the understatement to cap them all.

“No, Ma’am, I would not like a spanking,” Lucy herself doesn’t know whether her words are true or false. She says it out of instinct- an evasive maneuver.

“I think you’re about to earn one anyway if you keep up the attitude, missy.”

“Get back to the question of releasing my cock!” is all David can think. Lucky for him, he’s wise enough to just stand there in respectful silence. If he can just play his cards right… Lucy… blowjob. If things do happen to go his way, it will be his first blowjob in over two years. He’s almost forgotten the feeling completely- could use a refresher. Lucy isn’t the only one who has the intoxicant- ass- still in their mouth.

Now David notices that whenever he gets even the slightest bit hard- enough to fill the tube- the electrical stimulation program automatically comes back on to shrink him down again. Once shrinkage is achieved, the cage goes dormant- laying in wait to fuck with his next arousal. This must be the setting Mistress has chosen for him for now. If she were to leave it on all night… Doesn’t that mean… goodbye morning wood? Is the stimulation enough to wake him up every time it comes back online? What would happen if she kept him in this setting indefinitely? Then again, what if she flipped it to the opposite setting? Which would be worse (or better)- walking around throbbing futility all day might be real torture. Guess he’d best walk circumspectly.

Yet another important detail of which David is understandably oblivious is that Lucy had fully agreed to suck his cock- enthusiastically in fact- it’s only having their picture taken that she really fears.

Only Mistress Peggy knows how crucial it is that she offer no leniency in this not-so-small matter. What’s being proposed is tantamount to adultery- is it not? If it weren’t for Peggy’s own deep desire to drink from the elegant chalice of jealousy- none of this would be happening. She is the level-headed one and yet she cannot back down or back away from this bargain. Watching her friend struggle to choose between fear and animal desire is a pleasure in itself. This is not a choice to settle impetuously.

Maybe it seems like she’s being too cruel to her friend that’s been a real sport about following her orders all day, but this is no order- it has to be her choice.

It’s not simply a choice between marital fidelity or a night of kinky sex- it’s a choice between continuing to live a comfortable lie or the exciting truth.

“So…. What’s it going to be, Ms. Lucy?”

If only being put in her place didn’t make Lucy’s bird twitch so… what would a nude picture of her safely stored away in her best friend’s phone really do anyway? She knows there’s nobody she trusts more in the world. What it comes down to is that running away is the last thing she wants to do right now.

“Alright- I’m ready if you are, Davie,” Lucy manages to sound confident in this very permanent choice she’s making.

“Wow! Who knew Lucy would be such a little… cock-gobbling whore!?” Peggy only thinks this in the privacy of her mind, but out loud she says, “The only reason I want a picture of you two is that sometimes I like to look at a little reminder of the things I own.”

This last jab stings Lucy to the core but not enough to sway her from her decision. If she were a little bit smarter she might question exactly what would motivate her friend to share her husband’s delicate sexuality in this way. Lucy’s body may be built-for-exhibitionism, but her mind isn’t built to understand the intricacies of Peggy’s secret voyeurism.

Peggy wastes no time fishing the key to David’s prison from her purse on the dresser- a deal’s a deal.

Mesmerized by her catlike movement, David can scarcely believe his sudden change in fortune. Suddenly everything is going his way. Two lovers- a life long fantasy- and all he did to deserve this was put in several years of dedicated service to his wife/Mistress.

Lucy can do nothing to hide her trembling emotions from them. Is she even remotely aware of how desperate she is to be… what’s the word… degraded? Something is detonating inside her that she no longer has the reason to contain. Everyone is doing their best to not fuck this up- nobody wants Lucy to remove herself from this tryst.

With her key now in hand, Mistress crosses the room to close the door- not to bar intruders- there aren’t any. She does this symbolically to sequester all these lovely pheromones inside.

Peggy knows that her best friend is taking her first steps as a liberated slave and their relationship must change. She will likely be very needy for a while and will need a lot of attention and her Mistress’s special administration.

“Come here, David,” the beautiful woman beckons with her key.

Lucy takes David’s hand in hers and walks him toward their Mistress. The image of this other woman claiming her David like a bride to walk him down the aisle troubles Peggy. It seems too intimate which is ironic considering all that’s already happened. For some reason- she’d rather see David tonguing Lucy’s asshole than see them holding hands like a couple in love. But she allows it- doesn’t react.

After a pregnant pause, Peggy brings her key down to David’s lock. The room is so quiet in this somber moment that they can all hear the barely audible click inside.

David dutifully waits for Mistress to ceremoniously disassemble the two pieces of her device and free his penis and testicles from the shiny tube and retention ring. The tiny screen which a second ago displayed a “1” has now gone dark. It has been reset.

“You make that look easy, Mistress,” encourages Lucy.

David’s freed penis wastes no time reaching full-mast before their eyes.

“Wow, Davie, guess you really are a grower,” Lucy is staring at the prodigious member that she is about to devour.

As with all men, David’s fascination with his own boner is like an addiction. He is fully aware that his size- 2 inches in cold water- 6 inches hard- is very much average. He’s self conscious of the slight curve of his bow but he’s watched enough porn to know this is the norm- not the exception.

“Is it everything you hoped for, Ms. Lucy?”

“It’ll do, Ma’am, he’s not very big- but he’s the perfect size for me.”

“Wow! He’s really throbbing- hehehe- I think he likes you… you know another reason I love keeping him in chastity is that I want to see if his penis will shrink a little over time. When he’s not so excited it’s really really small- like smaller than this…” Peggy holds up the tube half of the device to David’s erection for comparison.

David loves the humiliating feeling he’s getting from being inspected by two beautiful women. Their teasing doesn’t trigger anger only submissive lust. Hearing them make remarks about his manhood emphasizes that he’s lucky such beautiful goddesses tolerate his inadequacies. They are all the same height, but for some reason, he feels like he’s looking up to them.

“Oh no… I just realized that I wanted to feel you get hard in my mouth like Mistress said… that was part of the deal but he’s already hard!” Lucy laments.

David is ashamed of himself- why does he always get so hard so fast? Does this mean no blowjob?

“Too bad about that… maybe next time, Ms. Lucy.”

Staring intently at the phallus in front of her, Lucy gets down on her knees like a good girl. She inhales deeply. She kisses the very tip of her Mistress’s pet’s penis and feels the wet precum with her softly parted lips. Oh so gently she licks it away with her tongue and notes the taste.

“I really like the way he tastes…”

Lucy looks up at David for the first time longing to see the ecstasy she’s causing. He’s looking down into her bright eyes- they never looked so attractive as now. Her lips now surround his entire shaft and she begins to massage his frenulum with her tongue inside her mouth.

“Don’t forget, my pets.”

Mistress words surprise them both, and as they glance in her direction- she snaps a photo.

With David’s penis gagging her mouth, Lucy is unable to say anything.

“Since you two seem a little distracted… I just want to remind you that if David cums in your mouth without my permission- you’ll both be punished.”

The jolt from these words runs through both of them. Lucy had better slow down. It’s been at least a week since David’s last ejaculation.

“Just thought you might want to see this… it’s a good one.”

Mistress holds her phone by David’s hip for Lucy to see what she has on screen.

Lucy see’s exactly what she looks like presently: a pretty blonde whore on her knees trying her best to swallow a cute guy’s cock. Her floodgates open as a steady stream of glaze coats her pussy.

Mistress sets her phone on the bed before getting to her knees straddling Lucy’s left calf right behind her. She circles Lucy’s waste with her right arm. Mistress’s fingertips are searching for the top of Lucy’s very wet pussy.

David yelps, “Ahhh wait! Wait wait! Slow down!” He’s obviously about to go over the edge.

This not news to Lucy who can feel his spasming increasing with her tongue. She stops massaging the underside of his dickhead and doesn’t suck him but holds him still in her mouth.

Although the air moving in and out of her nose tickles his bare skin pleasantly, he manages to pull himself back from the edge.

He opens his eyes slowly and looks down. The blonde woman with his dick in her mouth looks up at him solicitously. Either her eyes are watering or she’s really crying. His Mistress looks up at him as well but she wears an evil expression.

Mistress removes her hand from her friend’s slit and repurposes it to grip her blonde hair. With a fistful of the girl’s soft mane, she forces her head first forward then backward. She uses her friend’s hair to face fuck her husband.

“I thought you wanted to suck my husband’s cock- you dirty whore?!”

Mistress has replaced her right hand with her left on Lucy’s vulva and clitoris. Her right hand squeezes a fistful of Lucy’s healthy blonde hair controlling the pan-tilt-zoom of her head. She knows that David is about to cum hard and she’s amazed that he’s been able to hold out this long. She wants him to desecrate Lucy’s mouth but she doesn’t want to give him permission to cum… because she fully intends to punish them both regardless.

“Can you believe what a cock-hungry slut you are, slave girl?” Mistress whispers into Lucy’s ear as she rubs her pussy vigorously.

The sound a woman makes… trying in vain to squeal through an orgasm with a penis muffling her cries- that’s the sound Lucy is making. The vibrations her muted mouth send into David’s pulsing cock are way too much for him to handle. There is no will power known to man that could hold him back- his testicles clench and release and a huge torrent of sperm pumps out of him into Lucy’s mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmpff!” Lucy moans- sounding both surprised and a little disgusted. Mistress did not grant permission!

Simultaneously David is gasping, “AaahaHAAAHAAAAH!” His orgasm seems to freeze time in this moment. Wave upon wave hits him. Every one of his spasms is punctuated by the response of her moaning into him- reluctantly accepting his every deposit.

Finally, he takes a small step back from Lucy’s head unable to withstand any more pleasure. With a gentle thumb on her forehead he slowly unsheathes his sword from her lips.

“Show me his load, Ms. Lucy.”

Lucy twists around to open her mouth to obediently show what’s inside to her Mistress. A little of David’s white sperm spills out the side and begins to run down her chin.

“Good girl, now swallow it.”

Lucy closes her mouth and winces as she gulps down David’s large donation of snot-tasting, slimy liquid. She can feel his warmth all the way down her throat. She’s not much of a swallower- but things change.

“What do you say, Ms Lucy?”

With her head dizzy and her mouth still sticky, Lucy manages to pant, “Thank you, Mistress.” Lucy has not known what an orgasm is supposed to feel like until now.

“Now give David a kiss… I think he deserves a little appreciation too.”