Fine Dining - Sex Stories

Fine Dining

... slut,” she yelled pounding away at his butt. Ross pushed back, matching her thrusts as much as he dared, bearing in mind the imminent danger of a retrograde ejaculation if he came. Sensing his difficulty, and nearing her own orgasm, First Voice moved to bring matters to a conclusion. “Ring off and a spunk bucket please,” she gasped. Ross felt the cock ring go as someone else crawled in to sit underneath him. Two soft hands grasped his penis at the root whilst a mouth enveloped the exposed glans, teeth nibbling teasingly around the groove into which his foreskin had rolled. A tongue slavered around the end adding to the intense stimulation his rod was now receiving. The pounding from behind drove him ever further towards the edge, especially when his chief tormentor moaned and groaned in ecstasy as she approached her own dénouement. Intense feelings stirred deep in his body, imparting an unbearable sense of tension in his balls and up along his urethra. Now freed of the obstruction, his body was desperate for release. The accumulated denials of past days, coupled with this evening’s intense build up meant he was perched, twitching involuntarily right on the edge of orgasm. For a few moments more she held him, tantalisingly close, but not quite there. “Fuck you...Fuck you... You filthy slut... Take it right up your whore’s arse... Fuck you,” yelled First Voice, “Aaaargh... Aaaaargh... Aaaaaaargh... Oh my god... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck.” The sounds of her orgasm coming hard caused ...

... Ross to flip over the edge. Orgasm engulfed his senses. Up from his balls; his load came hot and hard, shooting into the waiting cavern enveloped around his bell end. Unable to deep throat the person below by virtue of his immobility; he could only release ropes of semen into that heavenly place as each spasm washed over hi whole body. Hands squeezed his balls and shaft, milking him sensually into that wonderful mouth, which sucked voraciously. The dildo hammered into his rear like a steam hammer, stretching and filling him to the far borders of endurance. Somehow he managed to keep licking the pussy on the end of his tongue. It was all getting too much... Then it was over, as exhaustion set in. Spent and still unable to move he slumped limply in his restraints, the dildo slid lowly out of his arse and hands started to free him. Released from the submissive position required by Strapado, he was guided, still blindfolded to collapse on a chair. “A wonderful performance,” whispered Athena in his ear, “Part of the game is that you don’t yet see who you have been playing with. The blindfold stays on until you are back downstairs again. You can watch the dessert, and reap your well earned reward down there.” With that she led him to the trap door and attached his wrists, still in their cuffs, to the hook. The safety belt went around his waist, and he sensed being lifted off the ground before dropping back down into the dungeon. Released, the hook went up and the door closed again. ...