Max Weathers The Storm

"Experience and a few surprises it feels like."

Six fucking weeks is a long ass time to go without... well, fucking ass.

Alright, in the scheme of things, waiting out the full six weeks for my various piercings to heal isn't THAT bad, After all, it was only late spring and, in spite of a few warm days and one very hot outdoor adventure (Thank you again Ashley!), I wasn't missing much of the dating/hookup scene.

Well, yeah I was. It's har... not easy to go through a day without seeing something even slightly pornographic- from burger chains using models to proclaim how 'juicy' their burgers are to opening an email from Jessica to find it's a new photoshoot she just did and I'm getting free access to all the pics. Sort books? I just bought four full totes of titty mags from the woman who... I can't even piss without being reminded of getting ridden like a racehorse before it appeared.

Why didn't I say 'no thanks'? A tattooed Amazon who just swallowed my dick and balls whole before flattening my face under her concrete ass purred in my ear while I was drunk on Jack and afterglow, that's why.

Not that I'm complaining or... know what, that's a fucking lie. Of course I'm bitching about getting a rod through my dick. Up until then I'd been very active sexually. Seriously more active than I'd been in my whole life up until that point. This was the equivalent to racing downhill on your ten-speed and locking up the front breaks. Ass over teakettle and road rash for days if you survive the landing.

That might be overselling the point, but you get my meaning.

So, I took the time off from SI and focused on my work. My vanilla work since I couldn't really do much with the Baskervilles save cobble together a bunch of potential plotlines. I did mention that I usually dream up the sex scenes while jacking off, right?

I plowed through Book Fifteen in vast, very productive chunks. What would have taken me six months or more to assemble took weeks of late nights and weekends I would have rather spent elsewhere. I like pizza and all, but when the stack of boxes could build a decent fort for a toddler? Time to vary the menu.

Now, to be fair, I could have probably gone the shorter route and gone out at the four-week mark and been fully healed and fine. However, by then I was building up a good head of steam and wanted to push my enforced celibacy the full six weeks so I could not only be sure, but also celebrate by finding some anonymous Slut in a club willing to give my new jewelry a full-scale workout.

I know, I know- high standards, right?

About eighteen thousand words, twenty-seven pizzas, twelve VERY cold showers, six weeks and a partridge in a pear tree later, I'm woken up from a nap at my desk by a loud knock on the door. I run through the usual- rent's not an issue, paid through the end of the year, Tabitha would have knocked once then let herself in and kicked the chair out from under me, wrong time of year for the Girl SCOUTS selling their for real cookies (I already bought ten boxes of lemon creams off the little pushers back in March!), no voice messages on the phone, not even a missed call... did someone hit my car?

"Ok, hold on!" Quick check... yup, I was decent. Or as decent as I was going to get. Even managed to put on pants for the first time in a few weeks. (I'd been lounging in basketball shorts ya'pervs.) Was I presentable? Up for debate. Was I going to open the door anyway? I did.

Friendly reminder for other city dwellers, if you don't know who's supposed to be on the other side of the door, use the peephole.

"Hi. Yes. Can I help... Roxette?" I didn't have much trouble putting a name to the face on the other side of my door. Standing in the hallway was a... remember the rich bitch on the plane I told you about? The one with all the work done using Daddy's Money? Roxette is the golddigger equivalent of that. Very well dressed in a nice red trench coat and very clingy black dress with her hair done in this very expensive looking pattern of reds and golds (Last time I saw her, she had red hair.). A little more down-to-earth. Mostly on her knees.

"Hello Max-darling! Aren't you going to invite me in?" She didn't actually wait, but breezed right past me, glancing around at the greatly tamed but still plentiful clutter of my living room. I'd cleaned and even put up bookshelves. Hadn't filled them yet but the shelves were there.

"Hello Roxette, you're looking good. When did you get your boobs done?" I remember her as a pleasant B-cup. Today she was definitely in the D-category.

"Three years ago, Maxie." She cupped and shuffled the cleavage in question. "Got everything lifted, tightened and tuned up just for Bobby." I was waiting for her to start popping chewing gum.

"I thought you'd married John Goddard?" Of the Somewhere-Or-Other-Goddards. And somewhere North of seventy last I knew. Roxette's a few years younger than me. "Who's 'Bobby'?"

"Johnny's son of course. Johnny's a sweetheart and all that, but Bobby's a third his age and has a dick like an iron bar." She looked at me the way a predator sizes up lunch. "It's called 'survival', Maxie."

"Of course, how silly of me." I offered her a chair, but she declined. "What can I do for you today, Roxette? We haven't exactly kept in touch since..."

"Since the Christmas Party when I gave away blowjobs to all the boys in George's office for threatening me with divorce?" She started prowling around me, lifting the occasional book or magazine and smiling at the covers. "Pity we didn't have more time that night."

At the time, I was a new writer for the publishing house just having turned in my second book. Roxette had been George's third wife (Second trophy) and had just caught him feeling up his then-secretary Linda (Soon to be Trophy three.). She then proceeded to hunt down and suck off most of the male attendees (Which is how I remember her having red hair.) before George caught wind of it and discovered her getting pounded by a couple of junior office guys who were looking for new jobs before they got their pants up. Since he couldn't exactly question who else of the guests had face-painted his slut wife, so only those two caught the hammer; though I think that's part of why he was always so bitter, knowing that people that worked under him fucked his wife. Oh, what he still doesn't know about Linda and his current Trophy.

She sidled right up close in front of me, pulling on the waistband of my pants as though trying to look inside.

"As I remember, you don't wear any undies, do you?" She licked her lips and started reaching in.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but what are you really here for Roxette?" I pulled her hands away and stepped back, listening to her evil giggle.

"What makes you think I'm not just here to rock your world?"

"'Bobby Goddard' and however many years it's been since we last saw each other." Odd, but I wasn't very turned on by her roaming hands or sexual boldness. I mean, all in all, she's not bad looking and it wouldn't be the first time I'd fucked someone just for the sake of fucking but it just wasn't there. I think is it was her attitude. She wanted something and was going to fuck me to get it if she had to. Let's see what a little flattery did. "I might not be running in your sort of circles, but I know you're up to something."

"Very well," she sighed dramatically, adjusting her dress to show a bit less cleavage and a bit more leg. 'Accidentally' I'm sure. "A little birdie told me that you had a falling out with dear old ex-hubby and dug up some juicy dirt on Georgie-porgie and his family." She leveled the Predator Stare on me. "I want it."

Oh shit, I'm in the opening scene of a Baskerville story! Femme Fatale looking for leverage or revenge against an old lover. I think I've used this plot twice already!

"You actually used the cliche 'little birdie'?" I folded my arms, trying not to laugh. In about four paragraphs, a thug or two will burst through the door to take the information by force. Or the dress would come off. I was willing to flip a coin either way. Time to flip the script. "Yeah, I've got some dirt on George. Told him I'd release it if he pissed me off too much. That hasn't happened yet. Why would I want to blow my contract and my last book with the House by giving it to you? Doesn't sound like much of a deal for me."

"I could sweeten the deal?" She made to remove her coat suggestively but I held up a hand.

"Roxette, I'm all for Sluts in general, but you are the definition of a Human Time Share and I'm not interested in that sort of deal." I saw her deflate and softened my cynicism a bit, helping pull her coat back on respectably. "Look, I'm guessing that maybe Bobby put you up to this? That's fine, I'm sure he's got his own reasons to hate George's family. Not my business. Sorta puts me off a bit that he thinks pimping you out is the way to do business with me but that's between you, him and Daddy Johnny."

"You bastard," her eyes flashed with a bit of fire that was real and not the sex-kitten act she'd been putting on. Oh, I don't doubt she'd have gone all the way and I would have enjoyed it at the time, but that famous movie scene with the hooker getting fucked by a john and checking her watch kept playing in my head on a loop.

"No doubt." Why not agree? Fighting her got me nothing. Maybe a slap in the face that she could turn into something else. "Look, I respect the effort and, if we didn't have even the little bit of history we do, MAY-be something would have happened... who knows? All I can tell you is that my loyalty to the House ends when my next book is published through them. Or George gets froggy, whichever comes first. If you want what I've got, pay me for my time and effort. Something nice and round with a bunch of zeros at the end. It's not world-ending stuff, but it'll hurt George at the very least."

Oh look, made it past paragraph four without thugs breaking down my door or the dress hitting the floor! Go me! Well, maybe not about the dress. Personality's a little stained and ragged, but the body's worth at least one cum-shot jack off session.

"I'll talk to them and see what they want to offer you." She couldn't seem to decide if she would seethe or still try and seduce. I can't imagine it's easy going from one to the other like that.

"Thank you. It's all I'm asking of you today." I jotted my number on a scrap of paper, tucked it into one of my novels and gave it to her, reaching for the door. "Oh, and one other thing- next time you visit..." I pulled the door open dramatically. "Tell these guys to wait in the car."

The hall was empty. Well, empty except for Mrs. Finlay's cat, loose again to ride the elevator. Never got off, just liked to ride it up and down.

Anyway, no thugs. Honestly, I felt a little let down.

I've never been one for the club scene. I'm not much of a dancer and having to shout to talk with someone simply doesn't appeal. Don't get me wrong, the scenery is great and watching drunk and frisky girls dance is always fun. Just not my scene. I'm sure the SI hookup chances are pretty high at them too. Maybe I should give that another go someday soon.

There are, of course, a few local bars I go and hang out in to catch a game or just relax. No place that I could be considered a 'regular' though. Those are more 'Well, this place makes a pretty good burger.' or 'They've got fifty beers on tap.' sort of places. Again, not where I'd be looking to go for a one-night fuck-each-other-feral hookup.

Gonna try and go nuts? Get out of your comfort zone. I flipped a coin between heading back down to Atlantic City or up to Trenton's college bar scene. Trenton won.

I thought I'd try and find someone the good old fashion way- find a girl drinking alone, ply her with free drinks, chat her up for a bit and hope to get lucky. Here's the problem with that approach and where I chose to hang out that night- I'm old enough to be most of these women's fathers and my actual dating skills are rusty as fuck. I think it goes without saying that I was failing pretty miserably.

Hey, it happens. Best plans of mice and men don't always get you laid or words to that effect.

I'd given myself until 11 o'clock to try the normal way. After that, turn on the app.

Instantly there were six hits there in the bar. Two were guys and it looked like they were already negotiating with a young woman I would have thought was too young for the club but had to be a gymnast or dancer the way she moved for a probable three-way given the way the three of them were dancing together. Two girls pinged together and I walked by slowly, watching the two bottle blondes in tiny napkin dresses make out to the witness of their cameras. Shooting me a look that told me they thought I was a creep for watching them (It was a hot, yet sterile performance to say the least.), I simply smiled and walked on by.

Let the last one come to me, I figured. She'll decide if I'm someone she wants in her bed or not. I ordered a beer and two shots of Fireball as an invitation to come talk with me, setting one shot a bit apart from my beer.

I felt her presence before a hand reached out to take the drink- dark painted nails and several rings. And a leather cuff locked with a tiny padlock shaped like a heart. I turned, following that hand as it took the shot back to its owner's cherry red lips. She licked her lips, then downed the shot with ease.

I really just want to say 'Big Tittied Goth Girl in a Virgin Killer Sweater' because that both describes her but doesn't present the whole picture well. Goth for certain- I could see the usual Gothic tattoos on her upper arms and thighs. I would find out shortly if she had a tramp stamp or not. Her dress, much like her hair, was in that stage between pink and purple and matched the wide-eyed glasses and thigh high boots she wore. I could see the cuff on her right hand had a twin on the left and just peeping out of the turtleneck of her sweater, I could see the telltale of a similar heart-shaped padlock hanging from the collar hiding underneath. The dress itself did a valiant job of not only defining the generous curves of her hips and thighs, but of containing, if just barely, her huge, heavy tits.

Why this girl wasn't the center of every guy's attention, horny or not, I'll never understand.

"Hey there," I glanced at my phone quickly. "Are you Tempest?"

I know. The Return of Mister Suave.

"Yeah." She slid closer, taking my hand and putting it on the bare skin showing in the open split running from neck to just below her navel and the dangling jewel glittering there. "Looks like it's gonna storm soon. You wanna take me home and drive me through it?" Her hands started rubbing up and down my thighs and very soon she found my growing erection. Leaning forward, she pressed against me and purred.

"Right to it huh?" Forward girl. Fits the 'woman with the sexual morals of a man' definition of 'slut'. Not that I'm complaining. The view from where I towered over her was... look, I could blow a load in the valley between her big tits and not get any on her 'dress', she had that much skin showing there.

"I'm a Slutty Goth Girl with Huge Tits, a High Pain Tolerance, No Gag Reflex and a Thing For Older Men." She lifted to kiss, then bite my lower lip gently. "Plus, we're meeting through the Sluts App, 'subtle' isn't something we need to fuck around with, is it?"

"Fair enough," I replied, tracing my hand down her arm to the cuff around her wrist. "And what about your master or mistress? They let you out to play?"

She flashed a tight-lipped smile, then turned to plant her ass against my lap, pulling one arm around her shoulders to give the illusion I held her tightly. All the while, she never stopped rubbing and squeezing my hard-on through my jeans.

"Girlfriend," she told me, pointing her chin at the trio of dancers I'd seen earlier. If the place had been more crowded or darker, I'm pretty sure they'd be fucking right there on the dance floor. "We have an arrangement- she's got a taste for getting spit-roasted and DP'd by eager boys tonight and I'm more interested in getting turned inside out by someone with more experience." Her thumb had found the swollen head of my cock and the bar running through my shaft just below it.

We made it halfway to the car before I dropped my hand down her exposed back, under the sweater and grabbed the plush meat of her ass. A thorough digital inspection walking through the parked cars confirmed my suspicions that she didn't have on any panties (And given the dress, I would have known without checking but... you know 'trust but verify'!). At one point as we weaved in and out of the parked cars heading towards my SUV, I bent her over the hood of a random vehicle, pressing her exposed skin to the cool metal so I could complete my initial exploration of her naked ass. Confirmed, she wore a plug in her hole and the ring in her clit could have taken a lead with a small clip-head.

"God yes," she moaned, reaching back to stroke my pantleg and the ready cock within. "Fuck me like the dirty cockworshipper I am!"

"Oh yes?" Trapping her hand between my legs, I started rubbing up and down her slit. "Does it feel good to ride a hard cock in your pussy? In your ass? And what if I see the need to warm this dirty booty a bit before driving you like a rental car?"

I gave her a not-quite-gentle slap on the hurricane swirling on her right cheek. She whimpered, opening her legs while pulling her dress up to expose more of her round ass. Already her breathing sounded ragged and ready. Her eagerness was not only arousing, but astounding.

"Spank me! Beat me! Use me like a cocksleeve!" Her hips ground in great circles, coaxing me to spank her more. I almost gave in, but another vehicle pulled into the lot. I pulled her up instead, holding firmly onto her upper arm and steering her on to my SUV.

"Slutty fuck bunny needs a good spanking, does she?" A lot of people would have growled that line as part of the role of a Dom about to give punishment, but recent events have shown me how effective clinical observation can be and that's the tone I used. I could almost hear the dripping of her pussy on the pavement.

"Please," she implored, turning to me when I steered her to the passenger side of my vehicle. A quick glance told me the coast was clear if I wanted to fuck her right here and now. I did but didn't.

"Earn it," I said instead pushing her down into a squat trapped against the passenger door. Nudging her legs open to the night air, I stood in front of her and nodded. Immediately, she started pulling at my button and zipper, working my hard cock out into her warm hands.

"Oh my Gawd!" Her hands gently explored the length of my throbbing shaft, staring at the bar just below my swollen head. "I wasn't expecting you to have..."

"That's new. You are its test pussy." I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her mouth closer. "If you earn it."

She responded energetically, bathing my head and shaft with hungry licks of her wet tongue. I muttered quiet praise down on her right up until the point she wrapped her lips around my head and gave a wet sucking slurp to seal the vacuum of her mouth around me. The look in her eyes behind those big round glasses reminded me that she knew exactly what she was doing and wanted. Any innocence was strictly an illusion.

Cradling her head (I want to say 'protectively' in the clarity of hindsight, but I'm sure at the time it was more to keep her in place.), I took complete control, fucking her wet mouth with abandon. The ball of her tongue stud rubbed against the bottom of my cock, a counterpoint to the round ends of my piercing sliding back and forth along her cheeks. She reached back and grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper and deeper into her mouth with every thrust.

Good lord her mouth felt so fucking good.

But I didn't want just a quick blowjob in the parking lot, I wanted the rest of her.

Grabbing her hands away, I pinned them above her head to the door. She made noises of pure accepting pleasure while I kept fucking her face.

A few thrusts later, my balls started to tighten.

I pulled out of her with a loud 'pop'. Three... two... Her eyes flew wide open in confusion. And then I blasted cum all over her pale round face, coated one lens of glasses with a white-hot strand, splashed into her mouth and down her chin, finishing the first orgasm against her drool-damped chest. Only when the last thick burst pulsed out of the end of my dick did I push back into her waiting mouth to give her what was left.

"You wear that proudly little slut," I told her, pulling her to her feet and keeping her from cleaning her face. "You're earning that good-girl spanking."

"My safe word is 'tornado'," was all she said in response so I yanked her dress up around her waist and helped her in to sit, bare-assed in my vehicle. "And my apartment is only seven minutes away."

We made it in four.

Only ran one light.

Thankfully at that time of night, the elevator stayed empty all the way to her loft apartment because there was no restraint on my part once the door shut. Look, I've had 'dry periods' before. Who hasn't? Six weeks? I went longer than that during college when there were eligible women everywhere. That night?

I was an addict diving right back into my drug of choice and tonight she was mine.

I had her tits out of that dress before the lift car started moving, weighing and groping those glorious breasts to her panting approval. I played with her nipple rings, flipping them up and down with flicks of my fingers. If it had been a taller building, I would have started fingering her. Sadly, it was not.

The door opened and she grabbed my hand, throwing her dress to the floor while dragging me across the open loft to her rumpled king-sized bed. A pile of sex toys, paddles and crops sat in an unkept mess on a large blanket chest by the foot.

"Fuck I need your cock stretching my pussy open," she growled, trying to push me down onto the bed.

Instead, I executed a cute little judo spin I didn't know I had in me, dumping her face-first into the scattered pillows. A sharp hand across the uplifted ass swiftly followed.

"No-no," I scolded, sorting through the toys at the end of the bed. "I promised you that you would get a nice little good-girl ass-warming first. Don't want me breaking my promises, do you?"

And then I fastened the spreader bar between her knees. Shit, I didn't even waste the time to take off those sexy tall boots.

Now, before I go claiming any great skill or knowledge of BDSM, I'm not generally into it. At least not the SM portion. Mostly just the B if I'm being honest. There is just something about a woman who is bound in ropes or leather in such a way that you can do what you want and take your time doing so? Fuuuuuuccckkk. Yeah, I had a girlfriend who liked being spanked too. Maybe a little too much for my tastes. Especially when she started calling me 'Daddy', which was a red flag for me after I'd met her Dad and... let's just not go there. Okay?

Sufficient to say, any skill or knowledge I have comes from watching pornos and I honestly cannot recommend Nina Hartley's series on bondage enough if you're just starting out. I found it very informative when doing research for a Baskerville novella.

Yes, I occasionally must research my porn, ok? Judgy much?

A pair of cute fuzzy handcuffs followed, securing her wrists to the bar as well. She whimpered, moaned and wiggled seductively, trying to tempt me into her pussy, dripping with lust. I've fucked girls who GET wet and a few who squirt, but this is the first time I remember someone actually dripping. I thought it was a myth.

What wasn't a myth was the heat that spread across my palm when I whacked her left cheek. Nor was the satisfying smack on her right. I kept it light and quick- enough to make some noise and sting a little bit, but not hurt her or my hand. The blows landed all over her pale bottom, barely any overlap. Just enough time for me to look around and see what I had to play with. Besides, you know, HER.

"So, my little pussy storm, when you're normally tied up like this- denial or forced orgasms?" I started teasing the small damp patch of thick pink pubes at the top of her slot. The plug in her ass started moving all on its own, slowly pumping millimeters in and out, the bulb keeping it firmly inside. It would have to come out anyway. I grabbed it and slowly rotated the top in ever widening circles. Instead of answering me, she screamed into the pillow, so I simply stopped it at the widest point and waited.

"Deni-denial!" She finally managed to force out. "I had to pass my classes to earn a night out to get fucked! Shitshitshit..."

"Well now, I have to agree that was a good motivator." I slowly teased the plug all the way out, only to immediately replace it with a longer silicone pillar of red beads. "Education is very important." I sank the toy all the way to the finger ring on the end, coaxing another howl from her.

Leaving the pillar alone, I began a slow exploration of her wet pussy. "What was your final grade?"

"Does... fuckmefuuuck... does it matter?" That got her another swat on each cheek and, for good measure, I spanked her mound too.

"What do you think?" One for each inner thigh.

"Eighty-four! My final was an eighty-four!" She was already straining against the bonds, primed to explode. That's when I let go of her and started sorting through the more 'interesting' toys. Finally, I was ready. Almost as ready as she was.

"Alright then, here's our game to celebrate your passing." I laid out eight of the toys where she could see them, then went back to playing with her pubic tuff. "I'm going to make you cum four times using just these toys. IF you manage to control yourself and only cum when told, I'm going to test drive my new cock-bling in your pretty pink pussy. Orgasm more than you are told to or whenever you want? You'll just have to take me up your ass." I slowly fucked the bumpy toy in and out of her skyward hole for emphasis. "Still ok? Don't want to use your safe word?"

"Oh gawd... pleasepleaseplease just fuck me! I don't care which hole you use, just use me!"

"I'll take that as a 'No' on the safe word then." I reached down and selected my first two tools- matched slender vibrators. Leaving them off, I used them in place of my fingers, tracing the tips all around her wet lips, circled her tender clit. In no time, I was rewarded by her begging to be allowed to cum. That's when I slid them both into her pussy and started fucking her with them. In and out in opposite rhythm. Her thighs started quivering with the effort to deny herself.

"Alright then," I pushed one into her pussy, but the other sunk into her ass alongside the bumpy toy. I turned them both on full. "You may cum now."

Her orgasm was what I expected, hearing her scream into the pillow, her hips jumping and thrashing, straining at the bindings holding her legs open and her wrists secure. A small trickle of girl-cum flowing out from her lips and down her spread thighs.

"Very good! Just what you were told. That gets you a little reward!" I teased out the now-stilled vibrators gently, followed by the bumpy toy. Tossing them on the 'used' side of the bed, I selected her reward.

The tiny sting of the leather at the tip of the crop landed at the very base of her right asscheek. Then a dozen more up the line of her hip, across the top of her meaty bottom and down the other side. I swear, I was very careful with every one of the half-dozen swats I placed on her mound. And just as careful when spreading her lips wide open to lay another six directly on her pussy.

Every little stinging swat on hips, buns and pussy I kissed soothingly. And maybe I lingered a little bit on the last few. And added a little tongue twisting to try out my tongue stud too.

"Ready for the next round? Still remember your safe word?"

"Either get on with it or fuck me already!"

"Very well, Round Two it is!"

This time I selected a couple of fairly standard cock-and-balls dildos, fucking one, then the other into her pussy. Then, as she got used to the individual pounding, I worked them into her slot together fucking her with the double-thick monster. That switched to the same alternate fucking I used with the vibrators- one in, the other out over and over. Then, when one popped out of her well-fucked pussy, I redirected it deep into her asshole. Fuck her pussy, fuck her ass, fuck them both deep and hard at the same time. Count to ten.

"Good girl, stormy slut. You can cum now."

I held them both buried to the hilt inside her, listening to her breathlessly ride out her climax, her hips jerking back and forth against the deeply seated toys. Only when she stopped shaking did I pull them out of her. The next test needed a bit longer to set up anyway.

First, using a nearby bottle of lube, I prepared, then pushed into her back passage a long string of a dozen metal beads, making sure they went in as far as I could push them with my middle finger, then a nudge more with one of the vibrators. I followed this up by letting her legs go and stripping off her long boots. Any thoughts she had to rest were lost when I flipped her over and secured her wrists, then ankles to the metal frame of the headboard thanks to some conveniently placed cuffs. I gathered she found herself in this position quite often by how little she protested.

Ok, fine. Yes, I took a few minutes to make sure she was ok to continue, hydrated and still interested. But that sort of thing is real sexy in person, not so much in the middle of a fuck story. Aftercare doesn't always happen after and communication is key folks!

And too be clear, I really did just want to skip right to the part where I fucked her until we both gave out. My cock had been hard again since we got to the elevator and if the place hadn't been almost as messy as mine, I'd have just buried myself in her wet slit and gone to town. But all these toys laying out? A rare opportunity too good to pass up. Made me wish I could make another trip South to meet up with the Baroness and her latex slut, Alice again. THEY had a playroom!

Anyway, getting back to the third test- once repositioned, I had better access to slip a remote-controlled vibe into Tempest's wet and demanding pussy. I amused myself for quite a while, alternating the pulses and vibrations, all while slowly tugging out and returning the metal balls of the string. With the position I had her in, she was able to watch me tug up the cord and feel each ball as it came out of her hole. I made her count them out loud, with the understanding that she could cum when they all came out, but any mistakes would see me pushing them all back in and starting the count over.

I'd never seen someone climax to the number 'twelve' quite so hard. Though the chaotic vibrations of the remote caused by my fingers learning Swan Lake over the touch screen MIGHT have had something to do with it.

I picked up a small, lightweight flogger for her next cooldown, swishing it around experimentally before bringing up in an underhanded swing to slap against her buttcheek. Then down to caress her tits. Dragged across her crotch. Stinging wrap around her thigh. Drop with a limp thud on her crotch, fingers spreading the hit across her mound.

"Fuckfuckfuckingfuckpleasemakemeyourcocksleevepleasepleasefuckmeplease!"

"Ah, ready for the last test are we?"

"Quit fu-ah-cking ah-around and GIVE ME YOUR COCK!"

"I'll take that as a 'Yes'. Excellent!"

For her last 'test', I started with a long double-ended jelly cock. You know the one- not terribly thick, but as long as your arm? There's that famous old internet video of the girl completely deep-throating one. Remember that? Anyway, one of those. I added a bit of lube to one end and started slowly filling her ass with it. Obviously, this isn't the first thing I've stretched her hole around, certainly not the thickest. But those other things were shorter- the vibe barely reached six inches into her, the dildo maybe another inch or so. The one or two of the beads probably worked in a bit further. I kept working the jelly dick in until only what fit in my hand stuck out of her. No base, you don't put it in deeper, simple as.

"Oh crap!" She groaned, grinding her hips against the air. She could see the bright pink end wobbling around with her movements. "I can feel that at the back of my throat!"

"Hearing that, I hope the course you were taking wasn't anatomy," I teased, picking up a Hitachi wand. You know the kind, right? Not the little one that looks like a flashlight. The big one that a knight could take into battle to do real damage to someone. Any retort died in her throat seeing it dangling by the cord just inches from her pussy. "Because that's just not physically possible."

I flicked it on. Her eyes grew wide. Then I lowered it the last little bit to contact her pussy.

She thrashed ineffectually against her bonds, knocking the powerful vibe off her slit briefly. I brought it back, brushing it over the exposed end of the jelly toy. She tried to scream, managing a gurgle when the wand swung all the way back and landed on the ring piercing her clit.

I considered using the jelly dick to deeply fuck her ass but figured it would be awkward to manage alone. Instead, I pushed the exposed end so it could contact the vibrating head tormenting her clit. The vibrations rocketed through her front to back, coming at her pussy from multiple angles.

I would pause irregularly, taking the wand away to lick away the growing wetness of her slit, putting my tongue piercing to some work battering her clit and it's ring.

"Ohpleasepleasepleaseletmecum," she begged during one of these pauses, looking up at me licking her pussy. "Pleasepleaseplease I can't hold off any more!"

I gave her one last, long lick, then got up above her. Her eyes grew wide one more time when she realized I was positioning my throbbing hard cock to fill her. Her mouth hung open. She shook her head.

"You've been a very good slut." I leaned over her, grabbing the upper rail she was cuffed to. "Time for your reward."

"Oh gawd." I pressed the head of my cock through her wet pussy lips, feeling her slickness grab ahold of me.

In one sudden push, I buried myself fully in her cunt.

"Cum."

Wordlessly screaming, her eyes rolled back, showing me the whites when she lost all conscious control. Her thighs shook. I could feel the jelly dong sliding out of her ass behind me. Her pussy clenched tightly around my hard shaft.

And that's when I started fucking her in earnest.

Continued in the next installment- Max Enjoys A Sunrise Service

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