Andy's Ringer Cock - 2 - Sex Stories

Andy's Ringer Cock - 2

... been frigging yourself?” “No Sir” she answered, a little upset. The last thing she wanted to do was make Sir angry. She so much wanted to please Him tonight. She had been looking forward to this night for a long time. The single digit was joined by a second, then a third. Sir pulled back enough for them to cup Bee’s large clitoris. She shuddered. “Like that, sub?” he asked softly. Bee jumped. “Yes …. Sir.” She beamed trying not to let out any other sound although she wished she could scream. It was what she always enjoyed – especially when she couldn’t get her special treat. Unbeknownst to her own Master, when he was at work, she would lie in bed and fondle her clit and think of Andy’s bejewelled cock. It was the perfect fantasy and worked every time. Sir kept up the massaging of Bee’s clit while she could only stand and take it. After a while her knees started to ache but Sir kept up his wanking her mini-cock slowly, increasing the tempo. Within minutes his hand was jerking back and forth like a railway engine piston. Bee gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly, hoping to block out the release. “Don’t you cum. Don’t you dare cum!” he told her. It reminded her of that night she railed him. She put forward a hand to take his cock and got a resounding THWACK. “Hands down! I’ll tell you when you can move!” he roared “Yes Sir” Bee answered despite not being asked a question. Andy was able to squeeze her clit and work it up and down as he used to do when pulling his penis to ...

... erection. Bee was aroused enough to self-lubricate his fingers inside her. He looked at her face as he worked her. The tightening of her facial lips so she would not let out a sound, clenching her eyes tight shut to hide her erotic thoughts. She held her breathe, concentrating on his assault on her privates. He pulled his finger away. “Up on the horse on your back! And make it quick.” Sir snapped. The command like a Sergeant-Major. “Yes Sir.” Bee acknowledged and as quickly as possible mounted the wooden bench, her legs dangling over the end closest to the cupboard. From inside the confines all Jacki could see was Bee’s closed knees. There had also been improvements been other improvements to the horse. To her surprise Andy opened a large drawer at the side and started to take things out of it. The drawer had 2 finger holes for handles and a small internal keylock to stop prying eyes. Created from Master’s imaginative ideas he had decided to add arms to each end of the horse, similar to the props on a pregnancy birthing table From the drawer he produced 4 long chrome rods with leather strap on one end and an “L” shape bend on the other. At each corner he pushed the bare end into the small drilled hole, leaving the pole slightly askew of vertical. That done he took the sub’s left hand and locked it into place with the strap so that her arm was vertical from the elbow up. He then did the same with her right. Moving around the bench, taking her left leg, he buckled it onto that ...