Best S&M, Volume 3 (21 page)

The sudden sensation of her hand wrapped around his cock nearly sent him gasping over the edge. “Play with my tits, please, my Lady,” he breathed into her mouth, needing to have her hand off him.

“Oh yeah, babe.” Sitting back, she peered down at his chest. She relinquished her grip on his shaft only to reposition the splayed talon-like grasp on his soft, white boobs. Her hands weren’t nearly big enough to contain them, but when she dug her fingernails in and squeezed, he swooned with pleasure.

Feminine he might be from the waist up, but he still had the strength of a man. He fought that strength with every fiber, refusing to move her, to drag her hands from his tits, to fuck her like the animal he knew he was.

“Like that?” she whispered, her mouth contorted in a wicked smile. She twisted her wrists, dragging each firm mound in a semi-circular motion.

“Yes, oh fuck.” He shuddered with frustrated lust. His nipples tensed into hard knots of sensation. Each time she moved her hands, his taut nipples dragged over her palms and sent tiny shocks straight to his balls. He bit his lower lip to keep from screaming for more. His cock pulsed between them, its swollen head slick with pre-cum.

“Don’t you dare come, Tat.” Her wrists twisted the other way.

He grunted, shocked at the bite of her nails – a welcome diversion. He focused on them, imagined them driving into the head of his cock and dragging around the rim.
Wrong! Dumbass
, he chastised himself.

“No, my Lady, I won’t. Not until you say.” His voice was like gravel dragged across pavement. He loosened his grip on her and forced his thigh muscles to relax. His cock pulsed, the tender flesh of its head tapped against her soft lower belly.

“Even if I do this?” That wicked voice nearly drove him that millimeter too far. The firm grasp she had on his tits vanished.

He looked down just in time to see one of her hands wrap around the base of his shaft. With a grip tight enough to make him wince, she held his prick head away from her belly.

“Well?” She flicked the tip of his manhood with her free hand. “I’m waiting. Do you think you can hold off, even when I do this?” She stroked his length from balls to rim and used her thumb on the crown. Dragging it across the slit, she smoothed the oozing drops of pre-cum around.

“Oh my Gawd, please, Lady Susan.” He gyrated his hips, unable to stop and not really sure if he was trying to come or escape her tormenting fingers. Shards of bright ecstasy jolted his prick into a wild dance of need. He wanted to come, yet, he wanted to obey his lady.

Susan again held his shaft tightly and flicked the crown.

It focused him, it tore at him, and he bellowed, “Yes, I can hold.” He thought that was the end of his cry, but the words, “Please, stop,” followed an instant later.

He blinked up at her, his lips clamped tightly together, just in case.

“Please stop?” She continued her teasing caress, dragging the skin up, and then down his shaft, pressing the ball of her palm against his balls on each down-stroke. “But, you like this, don’t you, my pet, my Tattooed lovely?” She tilted her head and jiggled her tits in his face.

“Yes, yes, I love this,” he agreed hastily, desperately.

“Yet, you ask me to stop.” She pouted, but her eyes still had that mischievous look he adored, dreaded.

“I’m so close, you’re driving me crazy.”

“I know, isn’t it fun?” She brushed the palm of her free hand over Tat’s nipple, forcing a guttural moan from him.

“Yes, it’s fun. Fuck, I can’t stand it. Please, Lady Susan, can I come?”

She scowled at him, but didn’t slow her torturous masturbation, nor the delicate brushing of her hand over his nipple. “But I haven’t driven you crazy enough yet.”

Blood pounded in his ears so hard he wasn’t sure he’d heard her right.
Do I dare ask her again? Can I hold off for a few minutes longer?
His hips jerked forward, driving his prick through her fist. His balls churned. “Please, oh fuck.” His cock swelled and his balls climbed higher. The skin covering them tightened, crinkled. “Please, Lady Susan, I’m begging you.” He looked into her eyes, his own near tears and asked, “Please, let me come now. I can’t hold off. I thought I could, but it’s impossible.”

“Pinch your nipples.” Susan demanded, withdrawing her own hand. She reached down and cupped his balls. The smooth skin gripped his, a stray finger delved back between his thighs until the tip rubbed over his tightly clenched anus.

Tat raised his hands, fingers automatically finding the elongated nipples and latching onto them. He inhaled, and then squeezed.

Just as his heart lurched from his self-stimulation, Susan increased the pace of her masturbation. Mouth as dry as the Mohave gaped, a tongue no wetter dragged across parched lips in a useless attempt to moisten them. He groaned. Sweat poured from his pits and his brow. He shivered.

“Come for me, my sweet slutty Tat.” She winked at him and pumped his cock hard.

“Yes, my Lady,” he croaked and closed his eyes. Clenching his glutes, he thrust his hips forward. Nirvana enveloped him as his orgasm tore its way from deep inside. He grunted. A burning stream of cum exploded from his cock and he pinched his nipples tight again. He twisted them, dragging a moan of pain-filled pleasure from him as he spewed his second shot.

He looked down and groaned. Susan looked as if she were masturbating her own cock. Two bodies, one cock, four tits to cream over. He was in heaven.

Another ribbon of cum shot up and splattered on her right tit. It was the last; all that remained was the shuddering ooze of his climax pouring over her fingers – that and the back and forth pinching of his nipples.

“Messy, very messy,” Susan mumbled when she released his shaft and lifted her fingers to her mouth. She sucked on them, licking at the white cream clinging to each digit. A sultry smile and the lashing of her tongue made his cock pulse. Even though he’d just climaxed, she had a way about her that made him want her again.

“You can let those go now. Let me see how red you’ve made them.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the sore nubbins. Tenderly, she licked his nipple, the wetness cooling the dull ache of his harsh treatment. She lavished one and moved to the other, humming a low tune as she worked.

Exhausted, his thoughts free, he remembered their first date. Arranged by a cousin, they’d met at a dance and hit it off right from the word go. He’d adored the dress she’d chosen, red, tight to the waist, but with the deepest scoop neckline he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her amazing tits, her nipples clearly visible, were like magnets drawing him in. He couldn’t take his eyes off them. They’d danced, and he’d drooled. He found out later, she’d loved the attention he paid to her, and her breasts. She’d also adored how he’d jumped to her every whim.

They hadn’t fucked, but they’d both wanted to. Two nights later, after an evening of talking and teasing each other to distraction, they had. A glorious fucking it had been. She’d demanded he please her with his hands, his mouth, and finally his cock. She ridden him, her warm sweaty thighs tight against his sides controlling their pace while she pressed his hands to her tits, encouraging him to twist and squeeze the enormous mounds. She screamed her climax when he’d given each nipple an especially sharp stab with his thumbnails, her own dagger-like talons buried in his elongated nips, and her cunt clenched around his spewing shaft.

When they’d collapsed together, she chastised him for not asking her permission to climax. It was as if a light had come on inside him. He’d become excited all over again.

They’d lain, side-by-side on his king-sized bed, and talked some more. She’d confessed her love of everything to do with breasts – her own and others. She also told him how she’d fantasized about having both, tits and cock, to control and play with. Little did he realize how his life would change in the coming months.

“Hey.” A sharp dig in the ribs brought his attention back to the present. “You okay, Tat?” She slid her hands down his sides, and then back up to his chest, his tits. She cupped the sides of them, pushing them together.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he managed, but still hadn’t completely recovered. “Gimme a second, please. Gotta catch my breath, my Lady.”

Pushing off him, she looked down at the mess they’d made and chuckled. “Okay, you catch your breath. I’ll go get a washcloth.” Bouncing off the bed, she sidled toward the bathroom, giving her hips an extra sway.

Tat ogled the delicious plump ass until it disappeared from view.
Yeah
,
she’s got a great ass too
. But, it was the knockers that drove him wild. Just thinking about them made his cock twitch.

The night she’d asked him to tit fuck her, she’d come right along with him. It was like she had a clit on each nipple, and every time he tugged on one, she’d spasm. When he’d reached back and slid a finger into her sopping wet pussy, she gushed all over his hand. That’s when she told him about how she wished men had tits. She wanted to play with them as they fucked.

Reaching up, he tugged on his own, and shuddered. His cock pulsed even harder and began its slow rejuvenation. He reached for it.

“Hey, hands off my property,” she said from across the room. She stood in the doorway to the bathroom, a damp cloth in her hand.

Snatching his hands away, he gazed up at her and smiled. “I was thinking about us, and this is where it got me.” He sat up and spread his legs. Even though he couldn’t see his cock, he felt it growing, reaching toward her.

“You know better than to touch before asking.”

She was right. It’d been a rule for some time and he knew what could, would, or might happen if he forgot. His little ploy at playfulness had failed, as he knew it would. “Yes, my Lady. I’m sorry.” And he was, surprisingly. During sex play, she often let it slide, but the sex was over, for him at least.

“I love your tits, Tat.” She strode ahead, stopping at the foot of the bed.

Tat glanced down at his gorgeous, monstrous tits and had to agree. “Thank you, Lady Susan, I love them too.”

“I love that cock too.” She crooked her finger, beckoning him forward. “Bring my cock to me.”

Tat scooted forward, until his legs dangled over the edge of the bed, his toes on the floor. Leaning back, he placed his hands on the covers and spread his knees. His tits rolled across his chest, the nipples again taut with excitement. What was she going to do?

“Excellent,” Susan said in that stern tone he adored. “Shift your shoulders, make your tits move.”

While he rolled his shoulders, she leaned forward and took his slumbering cock in hand. When her fingers wound around the shaft, it throbbed to semi-hardness.

“Lie back on the bed,” she instructed as she worked the smooth flesh of his cock up and down the shaft. “Hands behind your neck.”

The growing excitement made catching his breath difficult, but he didn’t care. Flopping back, he thrust his hands behind his head and waited, eager for her to decide the next move. The wait seemed eternal. Finally, she touched him, or the cloth did. She wiped him down, cleaning the essence of his cum from his belly and thighs. Apparently satisfied, she removed the cloth, but her hand continued its careful stroking.  His breathing had time to calm, the heat faded from his face. His prick stiffened to its fullest. Her pace became more insistent and he fought the urge to thrust into her palm. He flinched when a fingernail dragged over the crown.

“This belongs to me.” She emphasized her statement with a sharp slap across the head of his cock.

He never saw it coming. He grunted and drew his knees together, or tried to. She’d positioned herself between them, denying him that defense. “Yes, my Lady. Yours, all yours.”

“These too.” She grasped his balls with her free hand and held them tight.

“Yes, yes, yours, my Lady.” Fear threatened to break his voice. He tensed the muscles in his belly, readying himself for the pain he dreaded, loved.

“I haven’t come yet,” Susan said in a husky whisper. Her fingers tightened on his balls. As he squirmed and forced his groans of pain down, she added, “It’s my turn.”

“Yes, Lady Susan. Please, may I use my mouth on you? My hands? Whatever you want?”

“Keep your knees wide. I want to see a hard cock.” She twisted his ball sac and squeezed.

“I will. I will, Lady.” His inner thighs trembled with strain. His nipples tightened.

“I’m timing you. Take too long and you’ll pay later.” She released him, leaving his cock to flop over his belly, his balls to rest between his thighs. “Keep your hands behind your head. Just your mouth.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Susan climbed over him as he lay breathless and trembling, straddling his hips, and then forcing his tits between her legs as she clambered higher. When her knees pressed against his ears and her pussy hung suspended mere inches from his mouth, he knew he was in for a treat.

She simply lowered herself. No preliminaries or niceties, she just spread her knees wider and settled her juicy wetness onto his mouth. Her ass came down on Tat’s huge round breasts, one cheek per tit.

“Oh yeah,” Susan moaned when he took her luscious labia between his lips and suckled on them as he would the most delicate of treats. He flicked his tongue across them and when his mouth filled with her juices he was on the right track. He pried her open with his tongue, delving for that hard little nubbin at the apex of her slit. Finding it, he twirled his tongue around the tiny bud.

Her fingers wove into his hair. Pain tore at his scalp and he would have yelled if he’d been able to escape the grip of her thighs. The rich smell of her filled his nostrils. The succulent sweetness of her cunt came close to overwhelming him.

In a strange kind of retaliation, he devoured her. His teeth slid across her labia, his tongue pushed into her clenching hole. He dined on her nectar, savoring every drop. He pressed his nose against her, stabbed at her with his tongue, and grazed the taut pearl with his teeth.

She trembled, her thighs tightened, and her fists in his hair clenched. He thought she’d pull it out, but he didn’t care.

“Yes, yes, do me,” she cried, and he strained to obey.