3 A Dairy conversion Part 2 - Sex Stories

3 A Dairy conversion Part 2

... tenderest parts of her body; Sam reluctantly admitted that was indeed true; he had envisaged them on her lovely breasts. Before we knew it she had gently it must be said, lowered the bar on the giant mousetrap across his foreskin, she then came to me and fondled my flaccid prick slowly fitting me with the painful spring while explaining I had laughed at her discomfort with the bin man. She stood back to enjoy her work then picked up the red candle, held my now painful prick in the palm of her hand and tipped the candle so that the wax , hot, screaming hot, wax dripped onto my already painful bell end, pain ran through my loins for an instant, the wax cooling as quickly as it arrived. A squeak of pain I did not recognise came from my a voice box somewhere deep inside my chest Again another splash another sound as my body involuntarily jumped back, Sam back to back with me could not see what was happening, his imagination must have been working overtime. My penis now began to swell to its rigid best, the trap gripping the fore skin tightly causing yet more pain. She released my poor tool dropping it between my legs the trap bouncing horribly as it hit my thigh. I hung there moaning as she carried out the same procedure to Sam who jumped around trying to avoid the vicious heat of the hot wax. The break was much too short, my tormenter was back, a lot of splashes of the black candle soon joined the red, and my groin was now a warm mass of pain, the trap giving the feeling that ...

... the tip of my foreskin was about to come completely off. She moved to Sam leaving me to simmer in my discomfort. Sam began to scream as the black wax ran onto his balls, his body jerking and twitching as he absorbed the pain. She appeared at my side the candle`s set back on the floor. Lifting, both my prick and the trap with her cool gentle hands. She then prised open the spring. bl**d rushed into the foreskin causing still more excruciating pain. Sam knew what was to come, making his agony more than mine, his mind building the expected pain to new heights. One of the little bamboo canes appeared as if by magic in her hand. With stinging little swipes she removed the now cool wax, first from me then Sam, our dicks felt like raw meat by now and with a gentle smile she applied soothing cream, it may have been KY jelly but it had a cooling effect on our poor members. We should have known better each cock now found itself encased in the cups of the goat milker as she spun the wheel with a vengeance. Alternately Sam and I found our poor tools sucked and caressed by the mechanical b**st. It didn’t take long for either of us to come, huge splashing extreme climaxes that then had us begging for her to stop her frantic turning of the hand wheel. She was laughing as she released us, lowering us back to full weight on our rubber legs and leaving us to sort ourselves, in a matter of fact way suggesting our tea meal would be ready in twenty minutes she skipping away towards the kitchen. We ...