A weekend adventure. Slave. Part 2
После того, как жена с подругой меня продинамили вечером в пятницу, в субботу утром , несмотря на классный отсос Иры, я всем своим видом показывал , что обижен. Ира уехала домой, а жена ушла делать маникюр и педикюр (записывалась раньше). Я смотрел всякую фигню в инете, как зазвонил телефон. Жена сказала, что у неё для меня сюрприз на вечер. Типа реабилитации за вчерашнее. Так что я должен хорошенько подготовиться, промыться, за пол часа до 21,00 выпить виагру и вставить мою любимую пробку ( видео с ней есть). Да ещё зафиксировать её специальным ремнём (чтобы не выпадала, хотя она и так не выпадает). А ещё подготовить наши секс качели. Они представляют собой подвесной жёсткий лежак, который регулируется по высоте для удобства страпонессы или фистингующего. Подвесить зеркало, чтобы я мог видеть весь процесс. Ну и , конечно, побольше смазки. Я понимал, что готовится что то интересное и от этой мысли член мой налился до синевы. Но кончать я не хотел. Ждал вечера. Время тянулось очень медленно. Я позвонил жене и сказал, давай уже езжай домой. На что она только хихикнула в трубку и сказала, чтобы я был послушным, иначе пожалею о своих капризах.
At exactly 20.30 I took the pill, rinsed my asshole once again until it was perfectly clean, inserted the plug and lay on the swing facing up. My mind was a whirlwind. I imagined different ways the party could go. My wife's a real imaginative woman. And it made my cock feel unrealistically hard. I thought it was gonna explode. And the Viagra was doing its job.
So at 9:00, the door opened and my wife came into the room. She said, "Buckle your legs and I'll buckle your arms. So I found myself in the form of an immobilized helpless star with my legs and arms spread wide. My wife took a silk blindfold and blindfolded me. The intrigue was building. She said lie back, slave, and wait for me, I'll be back soon. And left for the shower. Literally a few minutes later (very long for me and my cock) she came back. She unbuckled the belt that held the plug and pulled it out of me (why the belt was needed, I will understand later). From the sound of it, I determined that she was putting on some kind of strap-on. And I was not mistaken. After lubricating my hungry hole, she accelerated into me with the biggest strapon of ours to its full length. And it's not small, 32/7 centimeters (there's a video of it).
I cried out in surprise. She started to move this monster in me back and forth quite aggressively.
And then I felt my cock in someone's mouth. My wife fucking me couldn't give me a blowjob at the same time. So there was someone else in the room. My brain was going through different options and stopped on the inimitable manner of blowjob, which only Ira does. She licks the head in a special way, rotates it, sucks and squeezes hard. She penetrates the hole with her tongue, and quite deeply. And it all alternates perfectly. And she's playing with her balls like a motherfucker. Squeezing them, stretching them, patting them, taking them in her mouth. I don't even know what she's doing, but it's on the edge of pain and pleasure, which makes my dick even harder (where is it already harder?).
I say - the blindfold can be removed, I know it's Ira. The slave's word was not given, the wife said, but the blindfold was removed.
Ira, pulling my cock out of her mouth, smiling enigmatically, said, "Shall we proceed according to the plan? To which my wife just nodded. And at the same time in her eyes flashed some devilishness. I know that spark. It's gonna be something they're gonna love, not me. I said at least tell me what you're up to. I'm immobilized and can't do anything to stop it.
My wife says, slave, you have a choice. You can cum (it's up to them, when they want to cum, I know) either fast or slow. At different intervals, as you ask. But three times you'll definitely cum. The torture will last exactly one hour, not a minute less. And that's where I got a little scared. Everyone knows how sensitive the head of your penis becomes after you cum. It's almost impossible to tolerate. I feverishly began to calculate the options that would give me the least amount of pain.
The slave thinks too long, said Ira. It will be like this: your cock will give us sperm three times at equal intervals, that is, every 20 minutes. And she put the big hourglass, which measures exactly 20 minutes, on the shelf so that I could see it.
What's the stop word, I asked? There will be no stop word, my wife said sternly. You won't die, but we'll torture you a lot. Don't walk around with a sad, resentful face. The girls laughed and Ira turned over the clock.
As soon as the first grains of sand rushed to the bottom of the clock, my wife began to insert her hand into my already opened cork and strapon rose. She spared no lubrication, having previously injected me with a gram of 200 gel. Her brush easily plunged into my cunt and approached the second sphincter. Carefully passing by the prostate, not even touching it (she knows her business), so that I did not cum, the brush began to press into the second sphincter. How to press in? He was also well prepared by the strapon and this obstacle was also easily overcome. Slowly the hand moved deeper and deeper. And now my elbow was hidden in my bottomless cunt.
Look, my wife said, and started playing with her hand inside me, with a funny bulge appearing and disappearing on my stomach. After playing a little, the hand continued to plunge into the abyss. The feeling of inner fullness was growing. Anyone who's ever experienced something like this will understand. It was like being impaled on a stake. There's a slight, but very sweet pain. Not even pain, but a sense of expansion and depth. Some kind of sixth sense.
But it was Ira who kept me from concentrating on that. She was working on my cock, ready to shoot at any second. Ready, but not with a master like Ira. She brought ice and hot chocolate. Taking some chocolate in her mouth, she took my cock and warmed it. And then she sharply put on a special glass with a rubber band inside and poured ice into it. This contrast was both life-giving and murderous at the same time. Ira knows when I can cum, and every time I either squeezed my already blue friend so hard that my eyes went dark, or bit down on him until it hurt. I put my little finger almost halfway into the hole.
My wife went deeper and deeper. I could see that she was at the maximum depth I was taking. She has a mole about 10 centimeters from her shoulder. That was the mark of her (or my) record. I didn't notice the mole approaching the entrance to my dungeon. And how can you notice, my wife is just a master, and Ira did not let me get bored.
I said to my wife, - stop, we've never gone deeper. She said, "We'll go in now, and if you whine, I'll put a gag in your mouth. I had to accept it and watch the mole disappear up my ass. And it didn't hurt at all, and it was comfortable.
That's it, and you were afraid, said my wife smiling. The hand entered completely, up to my shoulder. A wave of previously unexperienced voluptuousness came over me. And from the blowjob, and from the fullness inside, and from the consciousness that I accepted my wife's hand completely, and this is my new record, and, most importantly, that it is possible.
The hand began to slowly leave my cunt, as if a snake was gently slipping out of me.
And then, when only the hand was still inside me, my wife said to Ira, "Let's cum, shall we cum? I looked at my watch and was surprised, the last grain of sand had just fallen. I didn't even notice how those 20 minutes flew by.
Ira made the last movement with her tongue, took my rock-hard cock in her hand, and started jerking it hard. But I didn't have to do it for long. After all, I wanted to cum very badly. At that moment my wife sharply pressed on my prostate and a jet of semen burst out of my cock. So much so that only a single drop hit my face. The rest flew over my head and hit the wall about two meters away from my cock.
The girls laughed and turned over the clock. The second twenty minutes had begun.
My wife put the strapon on and started fucking me pretty roughly. The base of the strapon clapped against my ass, and its head showed a bulge on my stomach every time. But that was okay, I was used to that. Worse, Ira continued to give me a blowjob, periodically pulling the cock out of her mouth and rubbing the head with her soft palms. Although they didn't seem gentle to me at that moment. I was squirming with hypersensitivity and knew that I wouldn't be able to cum quickly now, although my cock continued to stand up like a shovel blade.
Ira put a special spiral clamp on my balls, pulling them away from my cock about 10 centimeters. That took my mind off my cock torment for a bit.
Then she jumped up on my cock with her wet hot cunt, sitting down with her back to me, and began to ride it wildly. I moaned, either from pleasure or pain. I guess it was all mixed up. The girls giggled and kissed as they continued to torture me.
I looked at my watch. The time was slow. Ira had already cum twice, and unfortunately, I knew she wouldn't stop there. And so she did. She inserted my exhausted but very hard cock into her anus and continued bouncing with even more force.
And then she trembled, as she usually does before an anal orgasm, moaned, and my wife aimed the strapon at her prostate. It was the head, at a shallow depth, began to furiously pound on the prostate. I was hit by a new wave, and I cum simultaneously with Ira, who was already screaming and convulsing.
I looked at the clock. There was about a minute left. During that time my wife brought my inflatable ball and stuck it into the gaping red rose I could see perfectly in the mirror. If this ball is pumped with fifty pear shakes (there is a video), it will become solid and its diameter will be 15 centimeters. I've done it many times. And I can shoot it out of my ass myself.
My wife turned the clock over, starting a new series of tortures. I didn't want to cum at all. My cunt was burning from the previous ordeal. But my cock stood treacherously still, as if nothing had happened. My balls had turned purple from the clamp, and I could hardly feel them. Ira hit them pretty hard with his fist - no pain.
My wife started pumping the ball. I, out of habit, counted the number of pumps. Thirty, forty, fifty. Everything inside is crushed by the ball. There's a lot of pressure on the prostate and everything there. The wife doesn't stop. Sixty !!!
I'm asking her to stop, I can't do it anymore. And I tried to push the ball out. That's when I realized what the safety strap for the plug was for. My wife put it through my anus and secured it. There's no way out.
SEVENTY !!! I've never felt that kind of pressure before. She pulled the needle out of the ball. It's a good thing she won't pump again. But there is little joy, everything inside is protesting.
Well, says my wife, let your cock work for me. She sits on it with her very wet, oozing pussy facing me and starts a frenzied ride.
I started screaming, that's enough, I can't take it anymore. My wife laughed and said, "Ira, shut him up!
Ira sat on my face and I had no choice but to lick her clit, cunt and asshole, from which all my cum poured into my mouth. It wasn't the first time I had tasted my cum. I must say it tastes really good. The girls like it too.
Time seemed to stop. The grains of sand were flying through the air, not through the air, but through the oil.
About 15 minutes passed, which seemed like an eternity to me. During that time, Ira, strangely enough, came again. Although, why am I surprised, I do cunnies very professionally. No one complained, everyone was delighted.
My wife, having cum in her vagina, like Ira, transferred my cock to her anus. She, by the way, cums much more vividly from anal sex than from vaginal sex.
There were about five minutes of my torment left. There was no third load of cum. My wife says we can't break the plan. We decided that if you cum three times, that's how it's going to be. I say just get a vibrator with a nozzle (there's one in the video) and I'll cum from it. No, my wife said, I have a better idea. You're a naughty boy. So you're going to cum a third time without the help of hands, mouth, vagina, asshole. And time doesn't matter anymore. If you need another hour, it'll be an hour. We're in no hurry. And she put her watch on the side.
Bring the saw, my wife commanded Ira. I use a saber saw as a fuck machine. Its revolutions are infinitely adjustable from zero to 3000 rpm (there is a video of it).
Ira had never used this toy before. So my wife put the saw in my ass and showed me how to operate it so that the chiseling would be exactly on the prostate. Ira learned it easily and started "sawing" me.
At that, she bitch was not sparing me, and was revving up almost to full speed. I started squealing again. My wife immediately covered my mouth, sitting on my face. At least 10 minutes passed, my wife cummed and got off me, and I felt cum starting to flow out of my not so hard, but still elastic cock. Ira stopped the actual car and asked my wife, does that count ? I looked at my wife pleadingly and she said, okay, he's had enough for today. She took the clamp off my balls and said, well, lie here for a couple hours while Ira and I drink. So you don't get in our way. I realized that if they drink now, the torture will resume with renewed vigor. So I begged, saying, "Girls, I want to drink too, and I won't cunt under your hand.
I was released and we all went to the kitchen to drink. When the degree was already high, we laughed, remembering our recent adventure. I laughed too, by the way, and it felt good. After all, voluntarily, without being chained to the swing, this would not have happened.
That's the story. Thank you for reading to the end!
It is very interesting to hear your comments.
At exactly 20.30 I took the pill, rinsed my asshole once again until it was perfectly clean, inserted the plug and lay on the swing facing up. My mind was a whirlwind. I imagined different ways the party could go. My wife's a real imaginative woman. And it made my cock feel unrealistically hard. I thought it was gonna explode. And the Viagra was doing its job.
So at 9:00, the door opened and my wife came into the room. She said, "Buckle your legs and I'll buckle your arms. So I found myself in the form of an immobilized helpless star with my legs and arms spread wide. My wife took a silk blindfold and blindfolded me. The intrigue was building. She said lie back, slave, and wait for me, I'll be back soon. And left for the shower. Literally a few minutes later (very long for me and my cock) she came back. She unbuckled the belt that held the plug and pulled it out of me (why the belt was needed, I will understand later). From the sound of it, I determined that she was putting on some kind of strap-on. And I was not mistaken. After lubricating my hungry hole, she accelerated into me with the biggest strapon of ours to its full length. And it's not small, 32/7 centimeters (there's a video of it).
I cried out in surprise. She started to move this monster in me back and forth quite aggressively.
And then I felt my cock in someone's mouth. My wife fucking me couldn't give me a blowjob at the same time. So there was someone else in the room. My brain was going through different options and stopped on the inimitable manner of blowjob, which only Ira does. She licks the head in a special way, rotates it, sucks and squeezes hard. She penetrates the hole with her tongue, and quite deeply. And it all alternates perfectly. And she's playing with her balls like a motherfucker. Squeezing them, stretching them, patting them, taking them in her mouth. I don't even know what she's doing, but it's on the edge of pain and pleasure, which makes my dick even harder (where is it already harder?).
I say - the blindfold can be removed, I know it's Ira. The slave's word was not given, the wife said, but the blindfold was removed.
Ira, pulling my cock out of her mouth, smiling enigmatically, said, "Shall we proceed according to the plan? To which my wife just nodded. And at the same time in her eyes flashed some devilishness. I know that spark. It's gonna be something they're gonna love, not me. I said at least tell me what you're up to. I'm immobilized and can't do anything to stop it.
My wife says, slave, you have a choice. You can cum (it's up to them, when they want to cum, I know) either fast or slow. At different intervals, as you ask. But three times you'll definitely cum. The torture will last exactly one hour, not a minute less. And that's where I got a little scared. Everyone knows how sensitive the head of your penis becomes after you cum. It's almost impossible to tolerate. I feverishly began to calculate the options that would give me the least amount of pain.
The slave thinks too long, said Ira. It will be like this: your cock will give us sperm three times at equal intervals, that is, every 20 minutes. And she put the big hourglass, which measures exactly 20 minutes, on the shelf so that I could see it.
What's the stop word, I asked? There will be no stop word, my wife said sternly. You won't die, but we'll torture you a lot. Don't walk around with a sad, resentful face. The girls laughed and Ira turned over the clock.
As soon as the first grains of sand rushed to the bottom of the clock, my wife began to insert her hand into my already opened cork and strapon rose. She spared no lubrication, having previously injected me with a gram of 200 gel. Her brush easily plunged into my cunt and approached the second sphincter. Carefully passing by the prostate, not even touching it (she knows her business), so that I did not cum, the brush began to press into the second sphincter. How to press in? He was also well prepared by the strapon and this obstacle was also easily overcome. Slowly the hand moved deeper and deeper. And now my elbow was hidden in my bottomless cunt.
Look, my wife said, and started playing with her hand inside me, with a funny bulge appearing and disappearing on my stomach. After playing a little, the hand continued to plunge into the abyss. The feeling of inner fullness was growing. Anyone who's ever experienced something like this will understand. It was like being impaled on a stake. There's a slight, but very sweet pain. Not even pain, but a sense of expansion and depth. Some kind of sixth sense.
But it was Ira who kept me from concentrating on that. She was working on my cock, ready to shoot at any second. Ready, but not with a master like Ira. She brought ice and hot chocolate. Taking some chocolate in her mouth, she took my cock and warmed it. And then she sharply put on a special glass with a rubber band inside and poured ice into it. This contrast was both life-giving and murderous at the same time. Ira knows when I can cum, and every time I either squeezed my already blue friend so hard that my eyes went dark, or bit down on him until it hurt. I put my little finger almost halfway into the hole.
My wife went deeper and deeper. I could see that she was at the maximum depth I was taking. She has a mole about 10 centimeters from her shoulder. That was the mark of her (or my) record. I didn't notice the mole approaching the entrance to my dungeon. And how can you notice, my wife is just a master, and Ira did not let me get bored.
I said to my wife, - stop, we've never gone deeper. She said, "We'll go in now, and if you whine, I'll put a gag in your mouth. I had to accept it and watch the mole disappear up my ass. And it didn't hurt at all, and it was comfortable.
That's it, and you were afraid, said my wife smiling. The hand entered completely, up to my shoulder. A wave of previously unexperienced voluptuousness came over me. And from the blowjob, and from the fullness inside, and from the consciousness that I accepted my wife's hand completely, and this is my new record, and, most importantly, that it is possible.
The hand began to slowly leave my cunt, as if a snake was gently slipping out of me.
And then, when only the hand was still inside me, my wife said to Ira, "Let's cum, shall we cum? I looked at my watch and was surprised, the last grain of sand had just fallen. I didn't even notice how those 20 minutes flew by.
Ira made the last movement with her tongue, took my rock-hard cock in her hand, and started jerking it hard. But I didn't have to do it for long. After all, I wanted to cum very badly. At that moment my wife sharply pressed on my prostate and a jet of semen burst out of my cock. So much so that only a single drop hit my face. The rest flew over my head and hit the wall about two meters away from my cock.
The girls laughed and turned over the clock. The second twenty minutes had begun.
My wife put the strapon on and started fucking me pretty roughly. The base of the strapon clapped against my ass, and its head showed a bulge on my stomach every time. But that was okay, I was used to that. Worse, Ira continued to give me a blowjob, periodically pulling the cock out of her mouth and rubbing the head with her soft palms. Although they didn't seem gentle to me at that moment. I was squirming with hypersensitivity and knew that I wouldn't be able to cum quickly now, although my cock continued to stand up like a shovel blade.
Ira put a special spiral clamp on my balls, pulling them away from my cock about 10 centimeters. That took my mind off my cock torment for a bit.
Then she jumped up on my cock with her wet hot cunt, sitting down with her back to me, and began to ride it wildly. I moaned, either from pleasure or pain. I guess it was all mixed up. The girls giggled and kissed as they continued to torture me.
I looked at my watch. The time was slow. Ira had already cum twice, and unfortunately, I knew she wouldn't stop there. And so she did. She inserted my exhausted but very hard cock into her anus and continued bouncing with even more force.
And then she trembled, as she usually does before an anal orgasm, moaned, and my wife aimed the strapon at her prostate. It was the head, at a shallow depth, began to furiously pound on the prostate. I was hit by a new wave, and I cum simultaneously with Ira, who was already screaming and convulsing.
I looked at the clock. There was about a minute left. During that time my wife brought my inflatable ball and stuck it into the gaping red rose I could see perfectly in the mirror. If this ball is pumped with fifty pear shakes (there is a video), it will become solid and its diameter will be 15 centimeters. I've done it many times. And I can shoot it out of my ass myself.
My wife turned the clock over, starting a new series of tortures. I didn't want to cum at all. My cunt was burning from the previous ordeal. But my cock stood treacherously still, as if nothing had happened. My balls had turned purple from the clamp, and I could hardly feel them. Ira hit them pretty hard with his fist - no pain.
My wife started pumping the ball. I, out of habit, counted the number of pumps. Thirty, forty, fifty. Everything inside is crushed by the ball. There's a lot of pressure on the prostate and everything there. The wife doesn't stop. Sixty !!!
I'm asking her to stop, I can't do it anymore. And I tried to push the ball out. That's when I realized what the safety strap for the plug was for. My wife put it through my anus and secured it. There's no way out.
SEVENTY !!! I've never felt that kind of pressure before. She pulled the needle out of the ball. It's a good thing she won't pump again. But there is little joy, everything inside is protesting.
Well, says my wife, let your cock work for me. She sits on it with her very wet, oozing pussy facing me and starts a frenzied ride.
I started screaming, that's enough, I can't take it anymore. My wife laughed and said, "Ira, shut him up!
Ira sat on my face and I had no choice but to lick her clit, cunt and asshole, from which all my cum poured into my mouth. It wasn't the first time I had tasted my cum. I must say it tastes really good. The girls like it too.
Time seemed to stop. The grains of sand were flying through the air, not through the air, but through the oil.
About 15 minutes passed, which seemed like an eternity to me. During that time, Ira, strangely enough, came again. Although, why am I surprised, I do cunnies very professionally. No one complained, everyone was delighted.
My wife, having cum in her vagina, like Ira, transferred my cock to her anus. She, by the way, cums much more vividly from anal sex than from vaginal sex.
There were about five minutes of my torment left. There was no third load of cum. My wife says we can't break the plan. We decided that if you cum three times, that's how it's going to be. I say just get a vibrator with a nozzle (there's one in the video) and I'll cum from it. No, my wife said, I have a better idea. You're a naughty boy. So you're going to cum a third time without the help of hands, mouth, vagina, asshole. And time doesn't matter anymore. If you need another hour, it'll be an hour. We're in no hurry. And she put her watch on the side.
Bring the saw, my wife commanded Ira. I use a saber saw as a fuck machine. Its revolutions are infinitely adjustable from zero to 3000 rpm (there is a video of it).
Ira had never used this toy before. So my wife put the saw in my ass and showed me how to operate it so that the chiseling would be exactly on the prostate. Ira learned it easily and started "sawing" me.
At that, she bitch was not sparing me, and was revving up almost to full speed. I started squealing again. My wife immediately covered my mouth, sitting on my face. At least 10 minutes passed, my wife cummed and got off me, and I felt cum starting to flow out of my not so hard, but still elastic cock. Ira stopped the actual car and asked my wife, does that count ? I looked at my wife pleadingly and she said, okay, he's had enough for today. She took the clamp off my balls and said, well, lie here for a couple hours while Ira and I drink. So you don't get in our way. I realized that if they drink now, the torture will resume with renewed vigor. So I begged, saying, "Girls, I want to drink too, and I won't cunt under your hand.
I was released and we all went to the kitchen to drink. When the degree was already high, we laughed, remembering our recent adventure. I laughed too, by the way, and it felt good. After all, voluntarily, without being chained to the swing, this would not have happened.
That's the story. Thank you for reading to the end!
It is very interesting to hear your comments.
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