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Authors: Chastity Vicks

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“Put your hands behind you. Cross your wrists.”

He obeyed, his eyes closed and his breathing slow but wavering in anticipation. He knew I held all the power in this room in the two inches of plastic remote in my hand. I fastened the cuffs around his wrists, pausing to run my hands over the attractive collation of his biceps and shoulders, the position making his muscles bunch and stand out so well. I lingered, my lips close enough to graze his jaw, that shampoo scent I’d picked up on earlier mixed with the smell of the lube and the spice of his sweat and excitement.

“Feel it?”

“Mm.”

“Like it?”

“M—yes. Yes.”

“Feel that cock…
moving
inside you?” I asked, pressing down on the control’s button in time with the word.

Brooker gave a low cry as the toy started to pulse within him, Wild Bill’s motion driving it up and down against the beat of the vibrations. I let my tongue dart out, taste the salt of his skin on my mouth, trail down to the point of his jaw and nip softly. He groaned, his head back, hair hanging away from his face in a kind of inverse halo. We cycled through a couple of Bill’s lower speeds, and I marveled at how easy it was for Brooker to take it.

“Well, you’re a champ, aren’t you?” I said, leaning on his shoulder, my breasts pressing up against him through the flimsy material of my dress. The machine pumped away at him below us, the buzz of the vibe and the hum of the motor chuntering dimly beneath his taut
ohs
and
ahs
. His cock strained ahead of him now, hard and wet with pre-cum, his bound hands just an insult to its desire. I patted Mr. Brooker’s damp skin companionably and leaned to whisper again in his ear. “Cock-slut. You’re so good at it.”

He rocked on Bill’s fake dick, his thighs heaving with each effort to bring himself home harder on the vibe, his lips wrapped around a succession of pleas and promises.

Fucking hot.

He really did sound heartbroken when, abruptly, I shut Bill down. Brooker’s eyes flew open, a desperate stare cast around the room in search of what had gone wrong.

“Up,” I said.

He complied, on shaking legs, his dick still standing at determined attention. I could have clipped a collar and leash to the thing and had him walk at heel. Instead, I removed the vibe and replaced it with a thicker, larger version, real-feel and modeled after some famous porn star. I made him watch while I lubed the toy, then helped him sit on it under the guise of force, pushing down on his shoulders. My clit throbbed with the image of him at my mercy and the sexy little noises he made as his ass encountered every ridge, bump, and vein of the dong.

“There…happy now, greedy boy? With that big, thick cock up your ass? You just know how good that’s going to feel when it starts fucking you, don’t you?”

Mr. Brooker trembled with poorly contained longing and squirmed on the rubber dick.

“Mm,” he whimpered. “Hard. Fuck me hard.”

“Oh,” I purred in his ear, fingers tracing down across his chest to bestow a sharp pinch on one tight little nipple, “yes. Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t know whether you’re coming or going.”

He growled low in his throat when I started up the machine, Bill’s thrusting motion driving the vibe deeper inside him with every increase of the settings. My shimmering dress no longer felt like a caress on my skin, more an irritation, and my pussy ached…not to be atop the fake cock, drumming in and out, but for the feel of real flesh, hot and hard. I stepped back, leaving space between Brooker and myself, taking a wide circle around him, the remote in my hand.

He never knew when or how I would change the pace, raise or lower the speed, and it drove him crazy. His feet arched against the floor, and he bounced against Bill’s upholstery, his own dick craning desperately for attention.

“That’s it,” I crowed as his cries grew louder, “take that cock. Take it!”

“Fuck!”

His prick lobbed to and fro as he pumped against the machine, his gaze pinning me to the wall with the intensity of his desire. I touched my breasts through the flimsy dress, rubbing my thighs together to ease the itch I so badly needed scratched. He saw it on my face, I’m sure. The gasp of a smile lit his mouth.

“S-sit on my cock?”

I snatched a condom from the tub, tugged open the packet, and rolled it onto his hard dick before I straddled him. My dress, pulled up to my hips, revealed both my lack of underwear and the slickness of my slit, and he slid into me with ease. I knotted my fingers in his hair and rode him hard and fast, focusing—true to the game—on my pleasure and letting the double ecstasy of Wild Bill and my own sweet friction take care of Brooker’s.

At the highest setting, I swear the vibrations rocked me as much as they did him. Either way, as James screamed his release into the crook of my neck, straining against the cuffs that bound him and tortured to an almost unbearable intensity of orgasm by the thrusting vibe in his ass, I suspected it wouldn’t be the last of his visits to me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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