Lula grasped desperately at the metal plate between her legs and sobbed. She tried to slide her fingers underneath the chastity belt but found no relief. The belt fit her snugly, perfectly. She inhaled deeply and peered down, hoping to discover a small space between the belt and her rich figure. There was none.
“It’s no use, love,” I told her. She continued her fidgeting as if I hadn’t spoken. I watched her, fascinated by her focus and determination. Her dark hair obscured her face, and in her silence and diligence reminded me of a crow working out how to open its cage.
Lula scooted to the foot of the bed and gripped the bedpost tightly. She pushed her metal-clad vula into the post, searching for a little bit of pressure to help silence the bell ringing between her legs. She bucked her hips uselessly a few times and mewed. She felt nothing but a dull, aching need.
Lula turned and faced me. Her face was red, a mix of anger and lust. She looked like she wanted to speak but couldn’t. Her hair was disheveled and her breasts rested heavily, rising and falling steadily as she worked hard to calm herself. Her belly was red where she had rubbed against the bedpost. The richness of her hips and the slight rise of her belly were accentuated by the straps of the belt. The piece fit her perfectly, like cruel lingerie, and the insides of her thighs glistened.
Here was a woman who had gluttonously rubbed and fucked her way through orgasm after orgasm every day for years. Her good looks ensured that she was never lacking for good cock. Her sex addiction had never truly been a problem for her. When she had been caught in an indiscreet moment – masturbating while reading in a coffee shop or selecting a man at a cocktail party to provide cock in an upstairs bathroom – her attractiveness ensured that her lust would be overlooked, or celebrated. Lula never faced a barrier or a consequence related to sex. No whim, no immediate urge regardless of how petulant, had ever gone unindulged. A small movement of her full hips and a prolonged glance were all she needed for her sexual needs to be answered. Now, she ran her fingers between her legs, over the chastity belt, and felt a deprivation that she had never known.
“I’m all done, I think,” Lula said, her voice hoarse and flat. I pretended that I didn’t understand.”All done with what, sugar?”
“You can unlock me now.” She stood.
“Oh, sweetie, no,” I said with a small chuckle. Her eyes narrowed. “I’m so sorry. We made a deal – don’t you remember?” Lula was staring through me, her jaw tight and her brow furrowed. “Our deal was for two months,” I reminded her. I pulled her close, my hands grasping her firm, full ass. I gave it a squeeze. My cock twitched against her body and she shuddered.
“Two whole months. No cums,” I said. “Not a single cum. And if you make it, you can continue to see Devon.” At the mention of his name, her hips bucked gently, involuntarily. It was a small reflex but it gave her away. “Sixty days.” I brushed her dark hair from her ear and pushed my lips close to her ear.”You miss him, don’t you? He’s so thick,” I teased. Lula gripped me tightly. “He fills you so well, doesn’t he? Completely,” I went on. Lula began vocalising her need at the thought of him. A low, needy moan, one that was born between her wide hips escaped her lips. “He’s almost too big, isn’t he, sweetie? How many slow thrusts would it take to make you cum right now, Lula?” She was trembling. “How many? You haven’t had a cum in weeks. “Lula, in what seemed to be a near-trance state, had transferred her overwhelming hunger for an orgasm into a constant, subtle movement in her hips. She alternated between slow, tight circles and soft, gliding back-and-forth movements.
She moved like a hypnotized hula dancer, each hip thrust slowed by the weight of great need.”I’m so desperate to cum and you locked me up,” she said, her voice wavering. I decided to console her.
“Imagine his cock slowly pushing into you from behind.” Lula made a cooing sound and clung to me as if she thought her legs would quit from under her. “Imaging his cock, thick and long, opening you, slowly, inch by inch.” She began writhing, thrusting her hips back and forth, searching for cock.Her face was contorted in concentration. “Yes, give it to me,” she whispered. “Please, fuck me, please unlock me and let me fuck, let me rub my clit,” Lula babbled, a long, lust-drunk stream of words and moans. “Put it in and get my cum out, I need my cum out so fucking bad, it feels like I haven’t cum in years, let me rub my pussy, please let me cum.” She bucked her hips almost frantically now, and her words became guttural, as if she were trying to make her orgasm arrive by force of will. Her ample hips, thighs and breasts all rippled with her movement.
A strand of lubrication now hung between her legs, three matchsticks in length, with a small bead at the end. It swayed back and forth with the movement of her hips.”You’re dripping, sweetheart,” I said. “You’re so needy.”
“I can’t do this.”
“You can. And you will. You agreed, my love,” I reminded her. “This is how you wanted it. A bit of a cooling off period, and then, all the fucking you can handle.” I slowly traced my fingers down her back to her plump ass, and enjoyed the sensation of her broad hips yielding to my fingers.
“When you are done, you can cum. You get to continue riding Devon’s magnificent cock,” I teased. Lula’s face flushed bright red. “You get to feel all of his glorious, thick inches pushing slowly into you, Lula.” Her breathing was ragged.”Pushing all the way into you and filling you.” I cupped Lula’s gorgeous breasts and squeezed them gently, feeling their robust heft in my hand.”Why are you doing this?” Lula asked.”You know why I’m doing this. But this is a punishment for me, too. You’re so gorgeous right now, and so completely helpless. I want my cock to be inside of you.
“She pulled me over with her onto the bed and wrapped her legs around my thigh.The agonizing need for relief, centered between her hungry legs, was radiating out through her entire body. She was drenched. I ran my hands up her thighs, up her hips and down her arms.
“Yes, take me, take me,” she said. She bucked and bounced, and her belly and tits jiggled. “I need this off, I need cock in me, get it in,” Lula said, her words slurred by physical need. “I have to cum, I have to rub, please, I can’t take this, it’s all built up in me.”
“Lula, how do you want your relief?”
“Hurry, please, hurry. I need a cum. Please help me.” She slapped at the chastity belt, as if trying to swat it away.”Do you want my tongue? Do you want little kisses along the insides of your sweet thighs, teasing their way up to -”
“My clit, now, rub my clit,” Lula said, her voice frantic. “It’s too much.”
“Lula, don’t rush, dear…I need to make sure you are ready for me. Do you want me to kiss your swollen, full lips?” My cock was throbbing and leaking. Lula reached back and grasped my cock. “You’re so ready,” she whined. “Please. PLEASE.”
“Do you know how much I am turned on by your begging? Keep begging, you gorgeous, overfucked little slut. Tell me what you need.”
“I need to get a cum out. I need to get a fucking cum out of my pussy.” Lula said this in a low whisper, her eyes closed as if praying. “Please let me cum. Please take this belt off and let me touch. Please. Oh fuck.”I stood, and told Lula to face me on the bed.She knelt, giving me a display of her rich thighs. The chastity belt fit her snugly, and her voluptuous hips spilled slightly over the straps. The space between her legs, where her pink labia would normally peek out from her silhouette, there was only the smooth line of the chastity belt. A thick tendril of lubrication clung to the inside of her thigh. Her eyes were closed and her brow was furrowed. “I need to cum,” she repeated in a low, quiet voice. “I know. Keep saying those words, Lula.”
“I need to cum so bad.”I brushed my hand across the head of my cock and it jumped twice, and spit a small clear globe. “Beg. Now.”
“Please, please let me cum. Please.”
“Touch yourself, Lula. All over your body. Make me need you now. “She complied, running her hands over her breasts and belly.
“I’m begging you. Let me touch my clit. I need to cum so bad it hurts.””Your breasts look incredible, Lula.”
“Why won’t you fuck me? I’m pleading with you.I need penetration. I’m a good fuck please. I need relief.”
“So do I, sweetie. Do you know how beautiful you are right now? Stroke me. “She obediently grasped my cock at the base and pulled gently toward her. Another clear diamond of precum broke over her hand. “It feels so good, Lula, the way you stroke my cock. I’m so turned on I could cum now, Lula, do you want my cum?”
“You’re leaking like me. Are you going to let me cum with you?”
“Beg me.”
“Please let me rub my clit and cum,” Lula said, squirming and rubbing the insides of her thighs. “Do you want that belt off?”
Lula gasped at the possibility. “Do you want relief? Do you want me to slide my cock up and down your dripping lips?” Lula went silent.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart. Rub. Right here.” I ran my forefinger down the rise of her belly between her legs. She obeyed, and began rubbing the smooth surface of the belt. “Are you going to unlock me?”
“Yes, sweetie. You can cum. But don’t stop touching my cock, love.” She returned to stroking me, using long, skillful gestures. She gazed at me, tears of relief welling in her eyes. But in this moment, something had changed in her. Knowing that her orgasm was so close she could touch it revived Lula, the woman who was unaccustomed to deprivation.”Look at these hips,” she said. “Look at these tits and this good ass. You are about to give me the biggest cum my body has ever known. You did this,and when I cum, I will cum so hard you just might fucking shatter.”
Her eyes smoldered. She was right. I had acquiesced, and because of that, she was about to experience the biggest reward of her oversexed life. I smiled and slipped my cock between her breasts and pushed them up around my shaft. I moaned. “Your tits feel wonderful on my cock.”
“That’s because my tits are fantastic,” she replied. Her voice was playful and rich with her returned confidence.”Suck me,” I said. “Kiss the head of my cock.”Lula used her tongue on the underside of my cock, slowly licking toward the head. She wrapped her lips around the head and slowly made her way down the shaft. I knew iI was close already. I reached down and felt her wonderful tits. I bucked my hips and moaned. I knew what I had to do.
“Let me fuck your good tits, Lula.” She smiled, and leaned back. I began using her soft, full tits to bring me to the edge. “I changed my mind, Lula,” I told her. She looked at me and her mouth fell open in shock.”You mean you won’t let me-”
Before she finished her thought, I shot a thick cumload accross her breasts and her gorgeous face.
“No, sweetie. I think we should stick to the original agreement. I think it’s fair.”
Lula sat motionless, stunned. I found a towel and patted her dry between her legs. “You’re all wet, love,” I said. “Sorry if I gave you false hope. You only have a few more weeks to go. Give or take.”
To be continued.
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