K is for Kinky (10 page)

Kasey just moaned incoherently as Susie and Miriam lifted her, with some difficulty, off the machine. They carried her up to the table
at the front of the room, where Kasey eyed Hans's cock with sudden interest. It was even bigger than the dildo on her machine. Surely such a mammoth thing couldn't fit inside her.

Kasey's eyes flickered up to Hans's face, admiring the finely chiseled Nordic features and the wicked smile he gave her. He winked at her as he stroked his cock up and down, and Kasey thought she saw a jealous glance from Miriam, a glance that flickered from Hans's hard cock to Kasey's lucky pussy. Kasey looked at the huge organ and decided yes, it certainly
could
fit inside her pussy, or at least she would make a rapturous attempt to find out.

“Faceup, please,” she said with a moan, spreading her legs to the edges of the table as Miriam and Susie laid her across it, her ass right at the edge of the cutaway so that her pussy was quite exposed and accessible. Hans came toward her with his cock in his hand.

Kasey's cunt was wet and slick from the self-lubricating dildo, but the feel of Hans's cockhead stroking gently up and down her slit made it juice even more. He was certainly well trained himself; rather than taking her immediately, he worked his cock from her slick entrance up to her hard clit, teasing it and making her moan for his cock, begging for it with her eyes. Hans looked down at her, clearly satisfied with himself in that way that only personal trainers can be.

“Please,” Kasey begged. “Fuck me!”

The sound of giggles shimmered throughout the room. Kasey suspected that every woman in here had, at some point, been on this very table, being teased by Hans. Begging for it. But Hans was in no rush. He let go of his cock and worked his hips to slide it up and down in
Kasey's slit without entering her, reaching up to place his hands on her small, high breasts and pinch her nipples as he tantalized her.

Kasey was moaning uncontrollably, her hips working hungrily and matching the strokes of Hans's cock up and down her—and when he entered her, Kasey came almost immediately, arching her back and clawing at the table, climaxing with a loud cry of ecstasy as Hans's massive cock slid deep inside her. He began to fuck her rhythmically with great, rapid thrusts of his quadriceps, pushing his cock into her so that even if she had wanted to stop coming, she couldn't have. She soared high on the orgasm—thirty seconds, forty—and then she was pressed up against him, her ass pulled forward on the table, her arms around his neck as she pressed her face to his muscled chest. Hans lifted her fully off the table and all but bounced her up and down on his cock, his hands on her ass lifting her and dropping her down, the full weight of Kasey's body ramming her down onto his thickness so that he filled her with new vigor each time. He met the downward strokes of her body with the upward strokes of his hips, and the power of his thrusts drove Kasey toward another orgasm as her classmates cheered.

When Kasey came for the third time, whoops and applause burst out all through the room. The sounds were almost drowned out by the great thunderous groan from Hans's massive chest—he was about to come.

Planting his hands firmly on her ass and digging his fingers in—in a way that made Kasey's thighs tug against her clit—Hans lifted Kasey bodily off of his cock, setting her down on her knees like a china teacup before him. Her mouth was on his cock immediately, barely able to get around the enormous head. The taste of her own pussy only made her
hungrier for his come.
He just fucked me with this cock,
thought Kasey, her clit swelling anew as she realized it.
It tastes like me.
She reached down and stroked her wet slit eagerly as she sucked him, her legs spread just wide enough to allow her easy access as she fingered herself.

She suckled Hans's huge cock eagerly. Hans uttered a loud roar and thrust his hips forward, working deeper into Kasey's mouth, deep enough that she had to open wide to take it. Hans let himself go in her mouth, and her lips came glistening off of Hans's cock, not a drop of semen having been missed. Kasey offered Hans's shaft one gentle kiss, tasting her pussy once more. She slid her hand out of her cunt and licked her fingers clean as Hans watched with pleasure, and the room burst out in applause and cheers again.

“Well,” said Hans, his voice trembling from his intense orgasm. “As you see, Kasey is multiorgasmic, so class could get pretty interesting from now on. Don't forget those quad exercises, ladies, and remember your Kegels!”

Kasey's classmates began to dress. She walked with some difficulty back to her machine and picked up her shorts and sports halter. Her hand went automatically around the huge dildo, still lubricated with her cunt and its own prodigious mechanical secretions. The feel of the huge thing in her hand sent a fresh shiver through her.

She turned to Hans, who had slipped on his shorts and was pulling his shirt over his head.

“I don't suppose the room's free,” she said breathlessly.

“Until the next class,” said Hans with a grin, “in forty-five minutes.”

Moaning softly, Kasey climbed back onto the spinning machine and began to feel the burn.

JERRY JONES

 

 

 

 

 

K
NEEL DOWN, BABY, and do exactly what I say.” She licked her lips as he dropped to his knees, then grabbed his head with both hands and moved his face up until his eyes met her own.

“Oh, baby, I'm going to play with you tonight.” She purred in anticipation, and pulled his head to her breasts. She could feel his warm breath through her shirt, and his trembling excited her. Her hands held him there, letting her anticipation build, imagining the scene in her mind until her breathing grew heavy and she was rubbing her thighs together, the denim jeans making a raspy counterpoint to her deep breaths.

She pushed his head back, told him, “Stay.” Reached behind her and grabbed a paper bag, fished around in it until she found the nipple clamps. They were the clover kind that just got tighter the harder you pulled, and the mere thought of how much he hated and lusted for them made her wet. “Put them on for me, baby.”

His hands trembled as she stretched her leg forward and gently massaged his cock with her foot until he groaned and leaned back, all thoughts of covering his nudity forgotten. As he brought the clamp closer to the sensitive nub of flesh on his chest, she started rubbing harder. He opened the clamp and she slid her foot under him to gently massage his balls as well. The clamp embraced his nipple and his excited moans turned to a hiss of pain.

“Come on, now the other one.” Her foot stopped moving, and she only started her gentle strokes again when he began to bring the clamp toward its target, stopping when he stopped, watching his face and smiling when he clamped down the nipple. The chain connecting them danced and swayed in time with his hoarse, gasping breath.

“Stand up.” He stood up on unsteady feet, and she pulled him closer by his hard cock. “Tonight you're going to be my little coin-operated fuck toy. Say it.”

She watched him close his eyes and lean his head back as she slowly jacked him off, moving her hand rhythmically up and down. He swallowed hard before he answered, and she thrilled at the uncertainty and fear in his voice. “Tonight, I'm going to be your coin-operated fuck toy.”

She trembled a little when she heard the words, and felt a hot flush creep up from her chest into her face. There was a watch in her hand, and she fiddled with it while he stood silently. She wrapped the band of the watch around the base of his cock, cinched it tight. “This is your timer, fuck toy. Every three minutes, it'll start vibrating. That vibrating means you stop fucking. When I push the snooze button, it'll
stop vibrating, and you start fucking again. I'll give you a quarter each time, since you're a coin-operated fuck toy.”

Standing up, she showed him the ball gag first. Licking it lewdly, she ran her tongue around both sides, letting it shine with her spit. She sucked it into her mouth, then pulled it out by the straps and watched his eyes widen at the
pop
when it slid past her lips. “Fuck toys don't speak.” He opened his mouth wide, and she slipped the red rubber sphere in and tightened the buckle. The look of his jaw, so distended and unnatural, the straps making a harsh line around his face, made her thighs tremble.

“Fuck toys don't see.” She wrapped the blindfold around his head, covering his eyes.

“Fuck toys don't have hands.” She could feel the reluctance in his arms as she pulled them behind his back, and rubbed herself on his leg. Even through her clothing the friction made her moan as she ground hot pussy into his thigh, and she barely forced herself to stop when the resistance went out of his arms. The handcuffs clicked around his wrists, and she got out the last item, a simple pair of earplugs.

“Remember, toy, the vibration starts, you stop. I won't tell you again, and it wouldn't do any good anyway. Because fuck toys don't hear. A fuck toy just fucks.” She ran her tongue along his earlobe and giggled at the moan that escaped the ball gag. The earplugs slid in, and she slowly took her clothes off. Blind, deaf and dumb, his hands taken away, she watched him stand there, waiting for her to turn him on.

A roll of quarters became an untidy silver circle on the bed stand. She licked her lips in anticipation and felt her nipples tighten. He stood over her seat on the edge of the bed, and she found the button
that started the watch. He jumped when it started; the vibrations from the watch were strong, traveling down his cock, into his balls, and back into his body clear to the base of his spine. Her hand pulled his hardness into her, and she flicked a quarter at him that bounced off his chest.

Her fingers found the snooze button on the watch, and she lay back as the vibrations stopped and he started fucking her. She closed her eyes, let her hands wander to her breasts, and enjoyed the sensation as he blindly thrust forward, pulled back, and thrust forward again.

She felt her passion building, felt his thrusts growing more frantic and uncontrolled, until the vibrations from the watch alarm traveled down his cock and into her. He shuddered to a halt, and she slipped away, watching him shake and fight to keep his hips from thrusting his cock into the open air in a desperate search for stimulation.

Her hand wandered down to her clit, and she rubbed herself gently, laughing as the vibrations made his balls tremble and tortured his cock. Another quarter hit him in the chest and she guided him back in, letting him feel her hand reach down to turn off the timer. She lingered over the button, pinching his balls and feeling him tense under her hands. Finally she turned off the watch and lay back, wrapping her legs around his waist as he frantically began fucking the instant the vibration stopped.

She let him fuck, wrapping herself around him and bouncing a quarter off his chest every time she had to turn off the timer to start his thrusting again. Her orgasms rolled over her, and his followed. By the fourth time he'd cum, the groans had turned to whimpers and she couldn't get him hard with her hand anymore. She leaned forward,
and her lips wrapped around his balls, sucking gently and then licking all the way up to the head of his cock. He tried to step back, to get away from the constant stimulation and orgasms that had turned his pubic region into a throbbing, aching mass.

Her hand wrapped around the chain on the nipple clamps, and she pulled him back to her hard. She started licking again, gently teasing swirls on the head of his cock followed by long, sensuous strokes all along the length. She doubled her efforts when she heard him moan, and pulled him in closer with the nipple clamps when he tried to pull away. Her moans of pleasure were a sultry echo of his gasps of pain.

One hand pulled his head down. Her free hand pulled out an earplug, and she brought her lips in close and whispered to him. “Listen up, fuck toy. The best part of having a toy is breaking it, and I'm going to break you. I'm going to play with you until you melt, until you collapse on the floor and won't work no matter how hard I beat you. Until my little fuck toy is shriveled and useless and burning and aching. And then I'm going to fix you, all week I'm going to let my fuck toy fill up with lust until he begs me to play with him again. And then I'm going to break you all over again, and keep fixing you and breaking you until my little coin-operated fuck toy can't be fixed anymore.”

She threw a quarter at him, watched it bounce off his chest and roll across the floor and then pulled him inside her and turned the watch vibration off.

She lay back and smiled at him. She saw the pain rolling across him in waves, and watched tears run out from under the blindfold and mix with the drool running around the gag, but he started fucking
her. She sighed and closed her eyes, felt the warm spasms of pleasure roll over her, and wondered how long it would take her to break her new toy.

EMILY DUBBERLEY

 

 

 

 

 

K
NOWING WHAT YOU WANT IS ONE THING. Saying it is quite another.

“Great arse!” I don't know what made me say it, but when she walked past me in the bar, her pert cheeks hypnotized me. I'm not the sort of guy who usually accosts women in bars, with cheesy chat-up lines. But I'd had a few drinks and it really was an impeccable specimen: firm, round, each cheek clearly defined in her tight skirt, making it all too easy to picture the pleasures that lay beneath and between.

I've always been an arse man and something about hers drew an instinctive reaction from me: I wanted to cup her buttocks; knead them; caress them; part them to see her fully opened up for me; slip my fingers into her wetness from behind so that I could admire the view while feeling her writhing at my touch and hearing her begging me for more. And, I have to admit, I wanted to slap those delectable
cheeks, see them getting pinker as I gradually built up the pressure and hear her moan as I alternated slapping her with fingering her wet slit.