Fuck It, In Seattle
You are bound to a bench, on your hands and knees. The bench holds you at just the right height, your exposed cock, balls, ass, and mouth each at waist height, perfectly exposed for the two of us.
A thick leather hood prevents you from seeing anything, but it was designed to leave your mouth free. You are perfectly positioned for your punishment with me at your head and her at your ass. You aren't expecting me to have help today, and I know that you are clueless as to whom she might be, but that's OK, all I need you to know is that you are being punished.
I'm holding your head in my hands, just enjoying the view. She is using her hands to twist, pull, squeeze, and otherwise torment your cock and balls. Most men would be hard as rocks with two beautiful women paying them so much attention, but you are delightfully soft, unable to get hard due to the pain she continues delivering.
"Mind if I break its ass?" She asks me, talking over your cries.
"No, feel free to use it, just grease it up good so we can fuck it again later." I reply, tossing her a vial of lube.
I feel your body tense in fear at our words, but I know that whatever fear you are feeling, it is not enough. This won't be some nice erotic fucking for your pleasure; this will be a brutal fucking with massive tools for your punishment. Tools so much larger than anything you have experienced before. I smile to myself as I glance at her, noticing again just how oversized the dildos we selected are.
Her hands are very nimble. As I continue watching she uses her right hand to keep up the pressure on your sensitive balls and with her left she slowly lubricates and opens your body. Eventually her fingers are sliding in and out of you with ease, and I know that she is ready.
Her eyes meet mine and I give her a soft nod.
Without warning her hands curl around your hips and she drives her massive strap-on deep inside your ass. I see your mouth open in a silent scream and hear your deep intake of breath. Noticing my cue, my own hands grab the back of your hooded head and I push my own strap-on into your mouth, forcing it deeply into your throat.
Very soon she and I find a rhythm and begin harshly fucking you in tandem.
Comments
Delicious! "it" must have felt like a turkey being stuffed for Thanksgiving!
Posted by: Suzanne | November 29, 2010 6:21 PM
Wow, you have a wonderful way of painting the picture. I hope I'm never on the receiving end of your punishment.
littlec
Posted by: littlec | December 3, 2010 1:12 PM
Suzanne,
What a delightful idea for next Thanksgiving!
M
Posted by: Milliscent | December 5, 2010 7:35 PM
littlec,
Worry not, I'm quite sure that we would have a delightful time punishing you!
M
Posted by: Milliscent | December 5, 2010 7:36 PM
Dear Milliscent,
Like Suzanne is talking about: Yes, stuffing the turkey can be a nice entertaining time!
One need just the good tools, the good stuff and, of course, the good turkey!
Kind regards to all,
Christine
Posted by: Christine | December 8, 2010 10:41 AM
After reading posts like this from your blog, i rushed over to smashwords to grab a copy of your book there as well - reading your work gives me such a vivid image in my imagination, makes me crave being that poor man being stuck in the middle more than ever ;-)
Posted by: obedient ambition | December 9, 2010 4:45 AM
Christine,
I know that georgette would make a perfect turkey, now you just need France to adopt the holiday!
M
Posted by: Milliscent | December 14, 2010 3:59 PM
oa,
Thank you very much! I'm pleased that you enjoy my blog, and I hope that you enjoy my book!
M
Posted by: Milliscent | December 14, 2010 4:01 PM