Pierced and Chained Chastity Part II [MF][Chastity][Anal][cuckold]

>Author’s Note: To read part one, click my name or search this subreddit archive for *Pierced and Chained Chastity*.

At my husband’s boss’ Fourth of July party, I fell for his co-worker Nicolai. But my Dom husband, knowing how hard it is for me to resist an irresistible man, had my labia pierced weeks ago with two golden hoops. For chastity, he placed a little gold lock on the hoops to which he holds the key. My chastity lock had worked so far on this petite brunette vixen…but not tonight.

Nicolai is a tall blonde Russian who works as an analyst at my husband’s financial firm. And as my husband does business in his boss’ office, Nicolai and I finally have a chance to be alone. We met upstairs in the boss’ house, as everyone enjoyed the party raging in the backyard. He went upstairs first and after a few minutes, I followed. From an open bedroom door, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in, pressing me up against the door to plant an urgent kiss on my pliant lips. His arms pulled me into his body and I collapsed against his firmness, wrapping my arms around his neck, totally lost in lust and the smell of his cologne. My panties were positively moist. I wanted to jump on him and wrap my legs around his waist, but the lock was already tugging at the rings. His hand went for my crotch and I quickly grabbed it and led him to the bed where we sat before leaning back and getting lost in each other’s kisses. Our hands indiscriminately tugged at clothing and belts and kicked off shoes in blind ambition. His hand travelled down to my crotch again and I let him discover the lock on his own. He stopped kissing me, looking at me confused as his fingers felt the lock beneath satin panties. I continued to shower his face with kisses as my dress straps fell away from my shoulders.

“What’s this?” he asked, his fingers moving over the lock.

“It’s a chastity lock,” I said, pulling down the panties to my knees.

I laid back and pulled up my dress as he bent down to look at it up close.

“Johnathan makes me wear it.”

“Holy shit,” he said as he examined it with wonder and amazement.

He may’ve stared at it all night if my hands hadn’t pulled his face away from the sight of it and back into my pleading brown eyes.

I said, “You need to be gentle with me.”

He murmured, “Let’s get you nice and wet.”

His light blue eyes were all lusty and sexy as his head bent over my crotch. I spread my legs as far as the lock would allow for him to maneuver in between. He lifted up the lock, gently pulling it until my lips spread upwards and my clit popped from my tight slick slit to which he proceeded to slurp. My hands clutched the bedding as his strong nose lifted the little lock. He buried his tongue into my folds until I was sopping wet as moans of pleasure escaped my mouth. He stopped and moved up to eagerly kiss me. We were consumed by ardent kisses when I broke away to maneuver around onto all fours.

“We don’t have much time,” I said.

He knelt behind me to hike up my dress, exposing my hind view and hanging lock. I could feel his eyes upon me, looking at my open pink and it turned me on even more. Stick it in, stick it in! The bed sank as he moved forward to put the tip of his penis into my wetness. Then he gently pushed it in. The fleshy head felt so good. It took all of my being not to slam myself back onto his hard curved cock, but as he continued to push and prod, the hoops strained against my skin as his cock stretched my hole and the flesh around it.

“No, no stop,” I said, looking over my shoulder as I leaned forward.

He pulled it out and guided it to my asshole.

“Here,” he said.

“No.”

“Shhh,” he said, falling over me as he shushed into my ear. “Shhh, myshka, shhh.”

His long fingers eased their way under the lock and into the slickness inside my closed folds, moving back and forth, stimulating me. He prodded deep into my wetness, in and out to spread my own lube over my naked pussy lips, wiping some stickiness on my tight asshole. Then two of his fingers eased into my pussy before withdrawing. He reached around to stick them in my mouth. I sucked his fingers as he stuck his dick head into my sopping pussy once more, making the tip slick. I whimpered when he withdrew. Why do I like this torture? With one last lick of his hand, Nicolai guided his dick into my ass and put it in, withdrawing and entering again and again to inch a little further inside. I quivered at the intrusion of his hard probing flesh in my tight hole and the weight of his body crushed me as one of his arms tightly embraced me while his other fingers stimulated my clit beneath Johnathan’s metal lock straining diagonally at the hoops. My hands gave out from beneath me and I landed stomach down on the bed, closing my legs to relieve pressure off the hoops. Nicolai collapsed along with me, until he steadied himself with his palms and continued to pump my asshole with my face smothered into a pillow.

“Ow, uh…” was all I uttered in complete surrender of him deep inside me.

“Shhh, myshka,” he whispered before moving my hair aside to nuzzle against my wet face.

With every shush in my ear, each thrust of his length further up my tightness, his hand mashed my hair against my face as he tongued my ear, I was near tears when a shameful orgasm erupted from deep inside me.

I cried, “Oh, oh. No.”

My clit shook and shivered. I buried my wide open mouth into the pillow as it spasmed out of control, rolling ripples through me like the epicenter of an earthquake. Nicolai withdrew his finger to hold my head like a vice and I sobbed before going quiet. I gripped the make-up smeared pillow while he continued to pump my ass. I thought he’d never stop. His arm tightened around my head as he pushed all the way up my prone body as he came deep inside my ass as he cried out Russian words and a guttural groan. He shuddered on top of me, the length of his legs extending beyond mine. He remained lodged deep inside until he pulled out. I just laid there, utterly spent and sweaty and smelling like his cologne until I sat up, pulled up the straps of my dress, found my panties, and staggered from the room without a single look back.

I didn’t go back to the party, going to my room where I flopped down upon the bed completely spent. I felt strangely content but devoid of feelings or emotions. I deserved my ass fucking and after a minute of recovering, I took a shower to wash his scent off of me and clean out all the filth dribbling from my asshole, then slathered on my favorite skin cream before crawling naked under the sheets.

Hours later, Johnathan returned to our room. He roused me from my light sleep. I turned over to face him. He sat there looking at me, looking for the truth from my face.

He said, “You did it, didn’t you?”

I rolled away from his inquisitive face. “Yes.”

What will he do to me?

He kissed my cheek.

“I love you, baby,” he said.

He rose from the bed and stripped off his clothes before going to the bathroom. He wasn’t angry. That made me nervous. I waited, still lying on my side, waiting for him to return and wreak his revenge. Click. The bathroom light went out and he returned to our bed and ripped the covers off me. His hand landed on my shoulder to spin me on my back. I looked him in the eyes, expecting to see cruelty in his face but there was none. He unlocked the lock and placed it and the key on the nightstand. He laid on top of me.

“You’re mine,” he said as he entered my tired cunt.

My arms went around his neck, but he pinned them above my head, as he claimed me with penetration.

He said, “You’ll always be my girl.”

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