Chapter 2

When she was done she pulled me by my balls, leading me to a realistic dildo suction cupped to the wall. “Can you smell me?”

I pressed my nose to the imposing black cock. “Yes. It smells just like you.” I longed to smell her directly at the source. But she was in control. This would have to do.

It seemed too gay, now that no part of the cock was attached to mistress. When she held the first one it was her doing the fucking. This was just a solitary cock protruding from a wall.

Then she said the words that drew me in again, “It’s been fully inside me. Not just the tip…and I came on it. Can you see how it’s slick? Taste me.”

I knelt there sucking her juices from the big phallic dildo when she reached around me, encircling my dick with her amazing hands for the first time. Fantastic!

Her nude breasts pushed two cold metal nubs against my back. Her breath was warm on my neck. Then she kissed my cheek. It was the first physical sign of affection I’d received from her.

Mistress rubbed my frenulum with one slicked finger while she forced my throat onto the cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer and spooed the wall, my bound dick throbbing inside the ropes. Mistress Ordered me to lick my sperm from the wall. It was a tremendously gross act though I felt compelled to please her.

A clock chimed somewhere, indicating my time was up. Mistress dumped my clothes into my hands and shoved me out the back door still naked with a tied dick. I must’ve taken an hour to free my penis from the knots, but only a few rushed moments to jump into my clothes as her next customer judged me on his way past.

I couldn’t wait to go back. Even the humiliation was worth it.

The next time I visited Mistress Miri’s backroom she tied my cock the same way, then as I knelt before her she dripped wax from a black candle on the exposed skin of my throbbing member. It cooled some before landing and hardening on my penis, but I still flinched as each warm drop fell. Finally, she brought the candle close so the drops had little time to cool as they fell. I added a grimace to my flinching as the heat was hard to bear. Mistress was so pleased with my ability to stay hard under duress that she thanked me by pinching my nipples with two black painted fingernails. Such delicious pain.

After that, mistress made a big show of pumping up her clit with the vacuum. When she removed it her clit stuck out like a two inch long cock. “Will you taste my cock?” I couldn’t wait.

Though it didn’t turn out like I wanted. Mistress applied her clitoral pump to my lips, so yes, I tasted her clit again, though sadly, yet again only from cold plastic. When she’d had her fun taunting me, she pumped up my lips so they looked plump and red like hers.

She stood before my kneeling form, “Are you ready to suck my cock?” I stared at her engorged clit emerging from the oval ring, afraid to commit, only to have my desire yanked away again.

But my lust was greater than my fear. “Yes! I want nothing more.” Mistress rubbed her sex on my face, almost inserting it into my mouth but teasing me mercilessly.

“Follow me.” She led me a few steps as I shuffled on my knees to the glory hole where a pillow waited for me to kneel on. “Wait here.” Disappearing, she went over to the other side of the wall. The passage of time was agony. By the time my wait was over my back was stiff and my knees hurt. It must’ve been an hour before she returned and she never did put her pussy up to the glory hole.

Mistress knelt next to me steadying herself with one hand on the wall and one on my shoulder. Her big breasts caressed my skin, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. When she kissed my cheek I felt giddy. When she kissed my neck all over, as lovers do, I was enchanted. “Will you do anything for me? For me?” I nodded vigorously as if she could love me if I only pleased her enough.

She moved her one hand from my shoulder to my tightly bound testicles. With her other hand she fingered the glory hole reminding me of that first time I’d visited her lair. “Will you suck my cock? Not the fake one like before, but my actual flesh?” Mistress rubbed her clit on my leg as she whispered in a husky voice and I had no will to refuse.

Kissing me quickly on the lips this time she gushed, “You’re wonderful!” My heart melted at her approving words. Then she spoke the words that sealed my fate, “I’ll kiss your lips again, lover…after you suck my cock.”

“Yes! Yes! Please let me suck you!”

I saw her pulling on her big clit as she corrected me, “My cock. Say you will suck my cock.”

So I did, “Yes, your cock. I’ll suck your cock.”

Tenderly she nibbled on my earlobe. “You’re such a good boy.” I felt special.

Her hand fumbled at the hole, then she retrieved her petite fingers followed by another man’s cock! Some guy’s dick was protruding through the hole and she was fingering it, massaging his frenulum like she had done mine. “Go on, lover, suck my cock.”

I swear my eyes bugged out of my head. “But, your cock…” I glanced down at her clit. She was still pulling it, even jerking on it like a man would masturbate his cock.

“Do it lover. Suck my cock and I’ll kiss you after, on the lips. I want you to do it. My cock needs you to do it. See how it throbs for you? See how it leaks in its need?” She waved it in front of my face like she had done before with her dildo. I almost succumbed.

I stared at her plump red lips needing to kiss them. Then I stared at the cock she was fondling. She pointed it at me. “It won’t bite. It’ll just spit a little.” She laughed evilly when she said that. “You know you want to.” She dropped her hand to my dick. All I could think of was that her hand caressing my dick had just caressed his. She was transferring his sweaty essence from it to me. And no, I DIDN’T want to.

Mistress stroked my cock: promising a handjob by the very act. She’d never given me a handjob and I really did want one. In all my recent visits she’d just gotten me so worked up that I dropped my load at the merest touch. In fact, she’d never pleasured my cock in person, eye to eye. She HAD blown me the first couple visits but only through this very hole.

Then it dawned on me… I hadn’t actually seen her blow me. Her face had been at the window and then it wasn’t. For all I knew some other rube had knelt where I was now. The guy over there surely thought it was she about to blow him.

But I didn’t want to suck a cock. What I wanted was to suck her cock. Well, not her cock in the sense that he had given her his cock. I wanted to suck her cock-like clit. I also wanted her to suck mine like I thought she had. Desperately, I bargained with her: “I’ll do his if you do mine.”

Mistress just laughed, mocking my words. “His? Mine? Don’t you know all the cocks belong to your mistress?” Again she pointed it at me, smiling wickedly. “Suck my cock and I’ll kiss you afterwards, my love.”

My resolve dissipated. I’d played my hand and lost. I needed her to love me, to do something sexual for me, but she held all the cards. “Ok.” I said meekly.

“Ok,” I looked away from her eyes and right at the cock coming through the wall. “I’ll suck your cock.” Hearing my capitulation mistress placed her hand on the back of my head then licked my lips. It was an odd gesture, but I accepted it as an indication that she was going to kiss me again. And I really craved her kiss. In all her cruelty her kiss had been one of the only acts of kindness she’d given me. I needed her affection which was so hard to earn.

Pushing my head toward “her” cock she slipped behind me, rubbing her glorious breasts against me as she moved. The tip entered my mouth eliciting a groan from the other side. I heard the hapless mark exclaim, “Miri, you’re everything I dreamed you would be.”

Mistress reached around me, squeezing my bound cock. She whispered in my ear, “Your cock is so… adequate. But it makes me happy that you’ve given it to me. On the other hand, feel this one. Isn’t it huge? This one would make his wife happy if she weren’t having an affair with her boss. So now it’s making me happy.”

I sucked the knob which swelled more as I worked on it. I heard his belt buckle hit the wall as another inch invaded my mouth. Next, I felt mistress’s hands lightly stroke my hair just before she pushed too.

I gagged and sputtered on her cock which in no way stopped it from plunging into my throat. It really was huge. I was jealous and in some inexplicable way I felt that by sucking it I was gaining its virility. My cock swelled inside the ropes and I imagined it was growing longer than its normal six inches.

Mistress encouraged me to continue and I did my best. Her cock stayed still but together she and I rammed my throat back and forth. It was hard but worth it if she would only show me an inkling of genuine kindness: a kiss would do.

The guy over there wiggled and squirmed trying to crawl through the hole. Then he banged on the wall immediately before his cock throbbed and jerked. I knew his cum was imminent.

Mistress bit my neck hard enough to leave a mark. A mark I might have to explain to my wife. “Do you want me to do things to my other cock?” She squeezed mine to indicate which cock she was talking about. With a cock in my mouth I nodded. “Would you like me to jerk you off?” Again I nodded and the other guy moaned in pleasure. “Do you want me to lick it?” Now it was my turn to moan. He thought I was moaning for him. “Do you want me to suck it?” I moaned louder while my orgasm built within me. “Then give me your cock forever. Stop having any sex with your wife and save it all for me.”

I couldn’t control myself. At that moment I wanted to receive this man’s cum. I wanted to cum myself. And mostly I wanted some sort of actual sex with mistress, so I promised her what she wanted.

She pulled my head back which firstly allowed me to breath, but secondly caused all his cum which was now jetting out to splash all over my tongue and lips. It was thick and slimy and bitter. And with her hands stroking my cock it tasted great.

Suddenly she dropped my cock. I was wildly jabbing at the air desperate to cum. “Please.” I wimpered, “make me cum.” Mistress plunged the familiar black dildo up my ass and that’s all it took. With yet another touchless orgasm my jizz shot out onto the wall with an audible splat.

Mistress kissed me passionately. The cum on my lips smeared itself onto hers. Then she stood to look at the man on the other side of the little window in the wall. She swiped a dab off her lips with one finger and wiped it on the window mouthing to him, “Thank you for your cum.”

I heard mistress shooing the mystery man out the door, “Darling, next time drink pineapple juice before you arrive.”

Returning to me she kissed me again – an unexpected thrill. “Remember. Nothing for your wife. Give it to me and I’ll take care of it.”

Driving home I wondered if it would be worth it.

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