Mistress Sicily Ch. 04 - Stag Party - Sex Stories

Mistress Sicily Ch. 04 - Stag Party

... dimmer light of the breezeway for the arena Sis led him into the washing stalls and in the center of the first stall was the present for his party.

She wore white. Her arms were bound at the wrists with leather cuffs and a rope holding her strappado to the ceiling. Her shoulders were pulled backward and together by a tight leather belt. One held her elbows together as well. The red rubber lips around her mouth leaked a stream of drool to the concrete floor.

The red key he desired hung from a ring through her left nipple. Then he noticed the rings holding her pussy open for his use. He was straining against his cage, tugged her nipple painfully trying to get his key free from the ring. Her legs were held open by a spreader bar attached to her knees.

The plume of pink/red hair out of her hood was tied to the strap around her elbows holding her head back against the thick collar attached to the hood. Jim got the cage off as his mother disappeared around the corner. Jim did not see the eight cameras recording his party at each station.

Two tugs on his now free cock and it was hard. He slid into the gaping red lips coating his 8" love muscle with saliva. He pushed forward and felt the resistance of the girl's throat. This is the point where Ann would begin to gag. This girl continued to work the underside with her gem topped studs.

Her white eyes looked up at him pleading with him to push through the resistance. He complied and his cock was soon buried in the hot ...

... wet tunnel of her throat. After a month of celibacy, he had no staying power with the first. He held there and pumped into the slut's throat without concern for her breathing.

Anne could see them approach from the corner of her eye. She had never felt anything like when Sis strapped her arms tightly and pulled her shoulders back further than she thought was possible. Legs held spread, head back and helplessly pulled forward by her arms up to the ceiling.

Anne knew her place now. She was a natural bottom and would serve her husband as such. She hoped he would give her to his mom to play with occasionally. Now that he was here, she could not wait to be used by him.

Tugging on her nipple elicited a moan from deep inside her. He pushed his hard cock into her mouth, throat, balls on her chin and no more breathing. She had practiced for 2 months on deep throating without gag reflex. It worked she was afraid she was going to pass out as he was pumping hot fluid into her throat. When he finally pulled from her throat, she panted breaths as much her bound diaphragm would allow. The corset limited this greatly.

Jim never truly lost his erection. He slid into her wet gaping hole, exposed by the line of small white rings down each side of it.

"Get me good and wet bitch. That asshole is where I am going." Jim declared.

He pulled free and retrieved a bottle of gel lubricant from the table. Reentered her wet hole and started pushing lubricant into her asshole with his index ...