Emmy's Iron Maiden Glory Hole - Sex Stories

Emmy's Iron Maiden Glory Hole

... have planned next month. I think you would be the perfect person to give it a dry run for me. It should be ready in a couple of weeks. If you are game for it I think you’ll love it,” she says enticingly. “Building you something!” I proclaim, “Emmy, you have to let me know a bit more than that.” “Humph, have I ever let you down? Come on, I think I can get you to fulfill at least one more of those fantasies of yours, if I can get hold of everyone,” she says suggestively. I nearly spill my drink down my chin, “Everyone! Emmy, I, I don’t know,” I stammer. “Oh stop pretending to be shy. You were pressed against my patio window licking your own cum whilst I fucked your ass with a strapon in front of a crowd of people only a few weeks ago. You seemed to enjoy that,” Emmy replies wryly. “I’m not being shy, it’s just that you’re being aloof,” I say, “Give me more details.” “Come on, I know you better than that. You love surprises. This will be one to remember,” Emmy says knowingly. “All right, all right. Sounds fun,” I say blankly. I thought the last encounter was ‘one to remember’ goodness knows what games she has planned this time. I trust her wholeheartedly though and know she won’t have me doing anything I wouldn't enjoy. It is for that reason I put my trust in this woman. “Good!” Emmy says, raising her glass to mine, “I will get in touch when I have it all arranged,” she continues as she leans forward and kisses me long and hard on the lips. She always gets close like this when ...

... she has something naughty planned for me. It is like I am her sexual play-toy for her to experiment with. Like a teddy bear she can abuse in the garden, role playing games in the dirty mud one minute only to go and wash it all off in a bath and cuddle up to it at night innocently the next. Ten days go by and I have only briefly spoken with Emmy on the phone twice and had a few text message exchanges but never once have I brought up her ‘games night’. But today, Saturday morning, I get a text. “Humph, get yourself clean inside and out. Put your best stockings on and those lace panties you love and get your sexy ass around to my house for 7pm.” I get an almost immediate twitch in my groin and butterflies in my stomach. So, it is on, whatever on is and it is happening tonight. I text her back, “Sure! See you at 7pm. I look forward to it.” I get myself showered and shave every part of my body three times over. I clean myself up and douche myself once before leaving the shower and again before I leave for Emmy’s. It has been a long anxious wait all day wondering what Emmy has in store for me. My mind wanders back to our conversation prior to the invite and I can’t help but focus on the attention she was giving to my claim that I would only suck a cock if it was attached to a woman. I have visions of her tying me up and leading a naked guy over to my strapped down head and getting him to fuck my face. It makes me very anxious as I not only loathe the idea but I have a terrible gag ...