Whatever It Takes Pt. 01: Trust - Sex Stories

Whatever It Takes Pt. 01: Trust

... heavy and substantial and quite unlike the dicklet that strained against the cage.

Cock, I corrected myself, cock, not dicklet. And I wondered what the fuck was happening to me and to us.

'Open up,' she said as she pressed against my lips. She eased the fake cock with smooth but shallow strokes, the thickness of the thing beginning to fill my mouth. I tasted with my tongue, the blandness of spongy rubber, but, beneath it, something sour, something sweet, something familiar. My eyes widened and she caught it and sniggered.

'What do you think I was doing while you were out every night fucking that slut with your pathetic dicklet?' she said, her smile cruel, but with a softness beneath it.

She continued to work the cock with her right hand, circling the shaft with her left, deeper, picking up pace, bulging my cheeks. She paused and held the cock deep in my mouth, her fingers pressed against my lips at the point they circled the shaft.

'Four and a half inches,' she said. 'Now you know what it's like to tend to that little dicklet. Except, of course, this new and improved version is a lot thicker.'

Despite myself, I groaned, my cock swelling painfully. I adjusted the cage and groaned again, my cock leaking precum against the bed, my thigh, and now my stomach.

She slid the dildo free from my mouth, scooped up precum with her fingers and smeared it across the head of the fake cock.

'Open,' she said, and slid the phallus back between my lips, now probing, ...

... now thrusting deeper.

'Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug.'

I made it more than half way, 5 inches maybe, and then gagged. She eased off, removed the cock, smeared more precum against the crown, my dicklet soft but oozing profusely.

'Again, but this time open up your throat,' she swept the shaft beyond my lips with one smooth motion, filling my mouth with rubber and the salty bitter taste of myself. I moaned, my head beginning to turn and then spin with the madness and need of it all. Sarah began working deeper, leaning into the fuck. I relaxed, resisting the need to gag, to vomit. And I took it, 6 inches, maybe a more, and I could now feel her pressing against my throat, promising to open me up completely.

'Good boy,' she said, sliding the cock free and holding it up before me, only now slicked with drool. 'You took that like a true sissy,' she said, but now with a smile.

'My turn,' she said. She slumped back, widened her legs and tapped the spit-lubed cock against her pussy, her clit.

'Mmm,' she said.

She held the base with her right hand and, again, circled the shaft with her left. She sank the cock into her pussy with one smooth motioned sigh, pausing as her finger pressed against her labia.

'Four and a half pathetic inches,' she said. 'That's as deep as your dicklet ever reached.'

My cock throbbed within the cage, redding flesh swelling and bulging beyond the steel. I adjusted myself, squeezed at the cage, needing release, needing to cum. She saw my ...