The chair feels scratchy on my skin. I guess people don’t usually sit in office chairs naked, though, so they probably don’t take that into account. Maybe it’s uncomfortable for girls in short skirts, though? I never thought about that before. If I twist my hips I can swivel the chair around from left to right. I’d like to spin it all the way around, but I don’t want to bang into anything and hurt my knees, so I won’t. I wonder what’s taking her so long. I wish she hadn’t blindfolded me. Left, right, left, right. It was sexy at first, but now I’m getting kinda bored. My dick isn’t hard any more. I’m just sat here, handcuffed to a chair. Wait, is that her? The soft nearly-crunching of socks over carpet, the brush of material against a door. Her hand comes to rest on my shoulder companionably.
I hear clicking. Is she using the computer? The rapid-fire staccato of the keyboard is followed by the haphazard click. click click. click, of the mouse. What is she doing?
“Hey babe” her voice is breathy in my ear, “are you comfortable?” she giggles, “those cuffs aren’t too tight are they?”
No, I tell her, I’m okay but I’ve been here ages, what’s going on?
Her hand is soft, her fingers cradle my flaccid penis. She strokes the underside with the tips of her fingernails and rubs the head with her thumb and says “I thought we might play a game.”
I can feel myself hardening to her touch immediately. You’ve got my attention, I say, what do you want to play? She laughs. I can’t help the feeling that I’m the butt of the joke. Her mouth is so warm and so soft on the head of my dick and I say mmmm, that feels good. “I thought perhaps you could tell me all about your biggest fantasies” she says, “I want to know what *really* gets you going”. I stumble over my words, I uh, I you know I laugh awkwardly I dunno, I say. Her mouth leaves me rigid, the air blowing across the tip of my cock is cool on her saliva. Her hand squeezes gently at my testicles, not hard enough to hurt me, but there is the suggestion of threat. “I hope you’re not going to lie to me,” she says, “I could get upset about that.” She squeezes again, just hard enough that I feel suddenly afraid and I say hey wait, what the fuck?
“Mmmmm…” she purrs reassuringly, “What do you think about,” she asks me, “when you jerk off?” and she licks all the way from the base of my shaft to the swelling tip. My mind races: I want her to sit on my face, I want her to touch my asshole, I think about her best friend, Kate, bent over the dining table. I think about how it would feel to suck cock, I have a long-running and faintly disturbing fantasy about being held down by a stronger man and fucked up the ass. I don’t know, I say, I think about you. She squeezes again, slightly harder and I say please please don’t do that I don’t like it. Her tongue dances and wriggles under the head of my cock and she says “it seems like your cock likes it, even if you don’t.”
She stands up and I feel her hand on my shoulder again. My penis is twitching erratically. She slips the blindfold from my eyes and oh fuck oh fucking fuck, my dick immediately shrinks.
I don’t know what. What is. Where did you? I say.
She laughs, “Eric, this is from your fucking browser history, don’t even try it.”
The computer screen shows a browser window. I can see that there are a bunch of tabs open, but right now it’s open to PornHub. “Tranny Melissa Barebacked Hard by BBC”, reads the title. True to expectation, the titular Melissa is captured in freeze-frame ecstasy; her jaw is slack, her eyes are closed. Her pert breasts hang toward the bed on which she kneels with her perfect bubble butt raised into the air so that an anonymous black gentleman can pound her tiny asshole. Her cock is surprisingly large and dangles pendulously between her taut thighs.
“Shall I press play?” Juliana asks. I say I don’t know where this came from, I swear it. Somebody must have hacked my browser or my wifi maybe. Let me get up, I say, I need to check my my bank account. This isn’t right.
She laughs at me again and presses the space bar. The video rewinds to the beginning, the screen is darkness. The director says “Let there be light”, and there is light. Melissa stands in a bedroom, she is stark naked. There is a small jewel in her belly button. She is dancing for the camera, winding her body from side to side and running her hands over her hips, her breasts. She conspicuously avoids her groin as she dances. She bends over to wriggle her rounded tush at the viewer, she sways and twirls, and her thick meaty cock is ever present, heavy and ominous in centre frame.
Juliana’s expert fingers are playing with my own, rather more paltry, manhood and I’m starting to get hard. “At first,” she informs me, “I was kind of angry with you.” She squeezes my testicles gently with her left hand, her long and painted fingernails pinch sensuously at the baggy saggy sack, “I couldn’t believe how much porn you watched when I wasn’t around. I was like ‘What the fuck is with that? Why aren’t I enough for him?'”. Juliana, I say, I don’t know where you found this or how but I swear to you I don’t know why it’s on my computer and – “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” she tells me, and her mouth is warm and soft on the head of my dick which is now fully hard again. I groan and swallow hard. Melissa is on the bed on all fours and she is gently swaying her hips, displaying her pink little hole which flutters and quivers prettily as though it were blowing me kisses.
Juliana’s mouth leaves my dick and she kneels up to kiss my lips. I can taste myself on her breath and this excites me further. She smiles at me wickedly and turns to the computer. She presses a couple of keys and the video changes. Mistress Rides Sissy Cuck. Her hand returns to my dick and she begins to stroke up and down, her grip is firm and she moves with slow deliberation. “There’s definitely a thread that runs through all your porn” she says lightly, “a certain thematic consistency”. The video is of an amateur couple, shot poorly in low light on a webcam. A young woman kneels on a carpeted floor, she grips the edge of a coffee table to steady herself. Her husband’s face is trapped between her thighs and she grinds and writhes. She is urgent and ungentle, her wet cunt rubbing against his mouth and nose. She fucks his face as though it were a sex toy, as though he were an inanimate thing made for her pleasure. He wears a pretty pink dress and white pumps. His cock is caged under the dress in a baby-blue chastity cage. Juliana’s hand moves faster as the woman approaches her orgasm. “Look how powerful she is”, she commands me, “look how useless he is, what a fucking slut he’s become.”
Oh fuck, I say, I think I’m going to cum Oh shit Juliana and she smiles up at me from the floor and kisses the head of my dick and says “Cum for me then baby, cum hard” and I feel my orgasm building inside me and my cock twitches and just as I’m about to explode, she squeezes as hard as she can just under the head of my dick and I says oh fuck oh christ and the tiniest dribble of semen emerges from my piss hole and I feel robbed, like a missed sneeze, but worse. “Oh no!” she says, “could you not manage it?” She pouts and shakes her head sadly, “let’s try that again”.
She turns to change the video again. Clean Up Duty for Feminised Bitch. Juliana’s mouth returns to my cock, her tongue flicks around the head, dipping into my slit. She sucks at me thoughtfully. “You really couldn’t manage to cum at all, could you? And I thought you were so horny?”. I remember this video. A chubby, middle aged woman is lying on a couch while a big black guy pounds his cock into her, the camera lingers on the fleshy union between shaft and sleeve: a long close-up of wet meat pistoning in and out while distended lips grip and suck. Beside the couch is a middle-aged man, naked but for a collar. He kneels and waits patiently, like a dog at heel. The coupling reaches its inevitable conclusion of groaning and screams and the thick black cock pulls free. A pearl of jism wetly hangs shining, and the collared submissive leans in to lick it away. He looks up at his smiling black playmate and tenderly sucks his cock clean, bobbing his head a little, careful not to over-stimulate the frenzied nerves.
Juliana says “At first I assumed you were just into shemales, like maybe you swing both ways and it’s a safe way to ogle dicks.” Her hand is pumping me up and down, brisk and efficient. I know I can’t last long, I’m already so close to the boil. “But that’s not it, is it?” she asks liltingly. The collared guy buries his face in his wife’s sopping wet cunt and slurps noisily. He groans and snorts like an animal at the trough while his wife and her lover laugh at him. “I don’t think you want to fuck shemales,” Juliana posits, “Oh no. That wouldn’t be kinky enough for you.” She sucks the head of my dick again, testing me, I am right on the edge. She sits back on her heels, and strokes the head of my cock with one finger. “You want to *be* a shemale, don’t you?” Oh fuck I say Oh I’m cumming again Oh god, and she squeezes me again and I say unngh oh fuck oh my god and I feel my cock pulse heavily and a burning sensation all the way down my shaft and inside me somehow. I’m panting, out of breath. A thin dribble of white fluid emerges from my cock and she wipes it up with one finger. She lifts her finger to my mouth and says “I knew it.”
Trembling, I open my mouth and let her push her finger inside. “Clean it.” she says, “Show me what a little cum slut you are and maybe I’ll let you cum properly.” I moan under my breath and suck her finger clean.
She changes the video again: Sissified Butt-Slut Fucked in Hotel Room, and she returns to my cock, stroking it sensuously up and down. Her expression is mild, curious as she looks up at me. “Did I guess right?” she asks, “Is that what you want?” This video wastes no time, skipping immediately to the action: a smooth skinned young thing in frilly panties is fucked roughly on the bed by some hairy, overweight slob. The androgynous star whines and moans girlishly, pushing his ass back to meet the violent thrusts from behind. I am on the edge already. I say I don’t know Juliana, please, I don’t know what you want me to say, it was just porn I’m sorry, it’s not like a real thing you now, I don’t want to … you know not like that and she just laughs “Baby,” she says, “baby, don’t lie to me. I’ve never felt you so hard.” She sucks hard at the head of my cock, makes it wet, continues to pump me up and down. “I know you want me to dress you up”, she confides, “dress you in slutty little cothes, like a cheap hooker”. I just close my eyes. “You want me to invite a real man around here. We’ll sit on the couch kissing. I’ll sit on his knee so that he can fondle my tits and finger my pussy while you watch. I’ll kiss him hard with my tongue in his mouth, letting him do whatever he wants with me.” I start to whisper oh shit oh shit oh shit. “He’ll bend me over and fuck my hot little snatch hard and deep while you watch us and when he’s done with me,” she says, “when he’s done with me, he’s going to fill me up with his cum. So. Much. Cum”. I’m squeezing as tight as I can, trying desperately not to cum, trying not to listen, not to pay attention to her fingers stroking my shaft. “And then I’ll grab your hair,” says Juliana, “and I’ll push you to the floor and fuck your face so that you can suck all that thick creamy mess out of me, and get your tongue up deep inside me.” I start to make a high pitched squeaking noise, “is that what you want, Erick? Is it?”
I can’t hold on any more. I can’t stop it. “All you have to do is cum for me and I’ll know it’s true. I’ll know that you,” she looks up at me, licks my cock, “are”, she squeezes my balls hard, “my little slut”. I jerk and whine, lifting myself up from the chair, and my vision blurs as my orgasm sends me reeling, my head swims and my cock explodes, shooting thick ropes of cum all over myself, which she catches in her hand.
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I’m Robin Goodfellow. I write stories for people for reasons that quite escape me. I haven’t written anything for a couple of weeks, but I have quite the list to get through. Bucolic vore stories, swinging pet-play romances, cumming of age twink tales, and emotionally loaded cheating vignettes. Also peanut butter sandwiches, for some reason. Hit me up with flames, encouragement, and flirtation. I do this for the orange envelopes and the lulz.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7ue730/für_erick_fmmastbi
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