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The Bet
By Teaser
For the umpteenth million time, I looked over at the clock. And
for the umpteenth million time, I couldn't tell what time it was. It faced
the wall. All the clocks in the bedroom had been turned to face the
wall. The blinds turned down, curtains drawn. The only illumination
came from a series of candles placed around the room. The lighting
was sufficient, but was intended more for the mood, than reading.
I pulled on my bonds again. As I expected, they held sure.
Ankles and arms, stretched wide to the bed's four posts. Held there
by padded leather cuffs and locked chrome chains. I wasn't going
anywhere. How long I'd been here, I couldn't say. I tried counting
how many times she changed the candles. I could keep count for a
while, but by the time she was finished with her 'treatment' I couldn't
think straight enough to remember what my running total was.
The 'treatment'. What a euphemism. What she actually was
doing was torturing me, slowly, sweetly, elegantly. The ultimate in
pleasure and pain. Teasing with orgasm denial. I bet my wife, that I
could out last her. That I could hold out for sex longer than she could.
That there wasn't a thing she could do to me, that would make me
beg for sex. She took that bet, with an evil grin. I love teasing and
denial games. Putting off the final orgasm until the last possible
minute. It heightens the feelings of pleasure immensely. The orgasm
rolls over me like a wave, when it finally comes. My wife doesn't like
the game that much. She likes her sex hard, fast and in great
quantities. So sometimes I tease her. Dare her. This time I bet her.
If she could break me, I wouldn't mention it again for at least six
months. She took the bait.
Or so I thought. Either way, here I was here. Tied to the bed,
for what might turn out the entire three day weekend. Hell, it might be
over already, for all I knew. First she dressed me up. She knows just
what buttons to push. My big heavy rubber corset. Goes from where
my tits would be, if I had a pair, to just above my cock - but it doesn't
touch it. No, no contact with my cock at all. Heavy black stockings
ran from six inch black pumps to the garters sprouting from the
corset. Blonde wig and whore make up complete the picture. Buried
in my ass was butt plug to prevent any accidents. When we began, I
wasn't gagged, but my screams of frustration had caused her to apply
one some time ago. It was a ring gag with a penis attachment, which
was currently in place. I would have safe-worded hours ago if it
wasn't for this damn gag. She knew it and so did I. The Bitch. God I
loved her.
I was well past my limits, but she kept pushing me. She knew
what she was doing. She was giving me exactly what I wanted. She
was careful. She was a nurse. Which meant catheters and bedpans
and plenty of fluids. Oh so lovingly applied with her in her cute little
rubber nurse's uniform. I'm getting hard again just picturing her. I do
know she's been in here at least a dozen times. But again I couldn't
be sure exactly how many times. The frustration was too much for
my poor over loaded brain.
Every so often she'd come in. To play with me. To get me
hard. To tease me. Stroke my cock. Play with my nuts in her mouth.
Lovingly hug and kiss me. Till my cock screamed for release. Then
she'd leave. Leave me to stew in my own juices, till I was painfully
soft. Then she'd come back. And do it all over again. And then let
me stew some more. It was maddening. All I could do was wait and
sweat.
As I was pinning away in misery, the door slowly opened. My
cock started to rise, of it's own accord. My balls contracted and I
ached with the over flowing load of cum. So long denied. She had
changed her costume. She was dressed in her black tights and black
spandex body suit. She sat on the bed next to me. She gently
stroked the blonde hair of my wig. She looked deeply into my eyes.
In those eyes I saw love, and a slight hint of her sadism. She was
cracking me like an oven roasted nut and was loving every minute of
it. "It's time again, my love. But first I need my release. You know
just how much I love seeing you like this. It makes me so fucking
horny I could die. But then, who would be left to tease you?"
With that, she slowly, elegantly pulled the penis shaped gag
from my mouth, leaving the ring gag to silence me. It made a sucking
sound as it exited my mouth, ropes of drool, slowly breaking like the
strands of a spider's web. "Plenty of fluids, good. You'll need them."
She put the gag down and climbed on the bed, straddling my head
between her knees. She looked down on me in all her glory. "Do you
think you can get me off through my pantyhose and leotard? What
say you give it a shot." She reached behind my head with her lovely
hands and gently raised it to her pussy. Then she closed her knees
to keep it there. Finally, she uttered a single word "Suck!"
I couldn't suck. The best I could manage was reach my tongue
through the ring gag and massage her steaming women-hood. Her
smell was strong, the material already moist with her juices. Her
body convulsed upon contact. She ground her pussy into my face,
while her head lulled back in ecstasy. I did my best, though limited as
I was. The more I licked, the tighter her knees gripped my head, the
harder she ground her love into me. It was hard to breathe. But on I
went. After a few minutes, she began to climax. She squeezed hard,
she pressed hard, I had to hold my breath. When she finally came
back down and released me, I gulped air into my burning lungs. She
released my head, back to the pillow, and sat back on my chest.
She stared at me for a moment or two. With a most satisfied
look. "You are so wonderful with your tongue. You know, I'm
beginning to see why you love this game. I've never had unlimited
access to your tongue before. But enough of me. We're here to see
to your pleasure." With that, she crawled backwards on her knees.
As she brushed my cock with the damp crotch of her soft leotard, I
saw lightening bolts of pleasure. She continued backwards till her
face hovered above my cock like a vulture. She took a nice long lick,
and cupped my balls. It throbbed as if it had a mind of it's own.
"Ooowww." she purred. "It looks so big and purple. And angry.
Look at it twitch." She continued to caressing my balls. Rolling them
in the palm of her hand. Occasionally, she would run her tongue up
and down the shaft. Then finally she swallowed the entire length of
my cock - all nine inches of it. I watched in pure pleasure as it slowly
vanished past her ruby red lips. She formed a tight suction and
slowly released it again. It glistened with moisture in the dim
candlelight. My mind reeled in frustration. I moaned. I tossed my
head back and forth, clenching and unclenching my fingers. "I
wonder just how much can this thing take before it explodes."
I closed my eyes. I was losing control of myself. All attention
was focused on my cock. My poor, throbbing cock. It felt larger and
harder than it ever felt before. My cock was the nerve center of my
body, and the rest of me was a useless appendage, who's only
purpose was to keep it restrained. She blew on it, drying the
moisture, all the while playing with my balls. When it was dry enough
for her to continue, she did. She picked up the small camel hair brush
for cleaning the lens of our camcorder, and proceeded to brush the
sensitive underside of my shaft. My body started to convulse, as I
lost control. The sensations blew through my very being like a
hurricane. She played, and stroked, and kissed it, till I was on the
very edge of the orgasm, so long denied me. As I felt myself
beginning to fall over the cliff into the ecstasy below, she stopped. I
sobbed in real tears.
"There, there baby. Don't cry. I'm just not ready to stop our
little game yet, that's all. You need a few minutes to cool down, then
we can play some more. She climbed back up to the top of the bed
again, this time very careful not to touch my ragging cock, and lay on
the next to me. She snuggled in close, nestling her head on my
shoulder. She squirmed in as close as she could. She played gently
with my nipples, tweaking them, kissing them, gently rolling them
between her forefinger and her thumb. "What are your thoughts on
nipple clamps? I think they'd look simply divine." All I could do was
lay there and take it. My chest heaved, my breathing was shallow.
My hart raced. I could feel the blood pounding in my head.
We lay like this for a while, as my hard on slowly, painfully
deflated to about half its erect size. "Is it just me, or have you noticed
that it doesn't seem to go all the way soft any more? It just kind of
hangs there at half-mast. Interesting." She reached down and gave it
a few strokes, watching it roar back to full erection. Then, just as
quickly, she abandoned it. It throbbed a few times, then, ever so
slowly, it painfully deflated again. My mind was buffeted by the
waves of pleasure and frustration coursing through me. "Looks like
you're ready for round two of this session." she proclaimed rising from
the bed. Again, she headed towards my helpless prick. She took my
balls in her mouth and gently chewed on them. It drove me mad with
pleasure, but brought me no closer to release. She had to touch my
cock for that. She knew it and so did I.
She began humming a tune, with my balls still in her mouth. I
couldn't make out what it was till she bit down on my nuts. Not hard
enough to really hurt, but definitely hard enough to cause me to lurch
in my bonds. Then I recognized the tune. It was the 1812 Overture.
She replaced the cannons firing with a bit to my nuts. After a few
verses, enough to bring tears to my eyes, and a constant, dull ache in
my belly, she released me from her mouth. She sat up and laughed.
"You should see the look in your eyes, you look so pathetic. You're
right - this game is fun!"
I closed my eyes and rolled my head - mad with desire. I
yanked on my bonds again, knowing full well, I was going no where.
She lowered her head over my cock, letting her brown hair spill over
it. She gently moved her head back and forth, causing her locks to
gently sway over my cock and dance on my balls. It was devastating.
She knows how I love her long hair. And now she was torturing me
with it. On and on, back and forth she went. Till again, I was racked
with sobs of frustration. Would this madness ever end? I pleaded
with my eyes, I pleaded with my voice, but only garbled moans
escaped my gagged lips. I caught her attention, and she stopped.
But only long enough to pick up the penis gag. She looked me in the
eyes and said "You know better." She gave me a long, deep, French
kiss, ramming her tongue down my throat. As she broke the kiss, she
inserted the plastic penis into the ring and turned till it clicked. "I work
better without distractions."
"Now let's see - what can I do to you next?" she said as she
wrapped one arm under her breasts, propping up the other, her chin,
settling in her upturned hand. "I'm not sure I can do much more with
having a ton of gooey white stuff to clean up." She thought for a few
moments, then reached down to give a few solid strokes, reinflating
my dick. "That's right - you have a clothes fetish. What do you think
of my suit." She said standing up on the bed to give me a better view.
"How do you like my tights?" she said giving me a fashion show. She
went up on tiptoe, causing her beautiful ass to swell, as if she were in
heels. "They're so soft and tight, clinging to my legs." as she tuned to
give me many different views and angles. "I just love the way the
caress my ass and pussy." With that he began stroking her ass and
rubbing her crotch. It was working. My cock began to throb again.
"And this leotard is so tight on my pussy, the thong back is
cutting right up the crack of my ass." She turned around shoving her
glorious ass in my face. "They're so sheer, yet dark, shiny black.
Would you like me to let you wear them some time? I know you want
to. I'm sure you probably already have. Only this time I'll let you
wear them when I'm done. You'll have my hot pussy juice all over
your throbbing cock." It was killing me. I writhed in my bonds, trying
like hell to get a free hand to stroke her pussy. "And this leotard, it
feels so sexy on my breasts - especially my nipples. They're
constantly massaged by the fabric. Feel how soft it is." she said
rubbing her breasts on my chest and face. The fabric did feel
wonderful. "Maybe I'll let you wear this too, then your hot cock can
feel the wonderful sensations of spandex and nylon rubbing all over
it." I was insane. My cock stabbing wildly in air, hoping beyond hope
to find a tight pussy to attack.
She sat down again, next to me, bringing one leg up on the bed.
She stroked her thigh and pussy, gently with her hand, and moaned
in mock ecstasy. "Here I am all hot and bothered. Just waiting for
someone to pleasure me with their hot, huge cock. To spurt their cum
into my tight, steaming pussy. Would you do it for me lover? Will you
ram your big hot cock into me? Can you take me to heaven on that
wonderful rod of yours? Please? Pretty please? Can you please let
me blow that big wonderful cock of yours? You know how I love the
taste of your cum. Or maybe you'd be nice and fuck me up the ass,
fill my tight butt whole with your willing cock? To the breaking point
with your man hood." She was speaking with her 'little girl' voice, it
always drove me crazy with desire.
"No, I guess not. See you're all tied up. And I need a hot cock
that's free, not chained to a bed. I need a man who can throw me on
the bed, tear off my leotard and my tights and plunge their cock into
my dripping pussy." She was inches from my face. Her hot breath
on my face. She climbed back down to my cock. Her mouth, Inches
from. "Nope. I guess not you. She cupped my nuts in her hand, and
gently kneaded them. She took a long lick on the underside of my
shaft. "What a shame. Here, your wife, so hot and bothered, in need
of your cock. And you can't help me. What do you think I should do?
I do have that big black dildo you bought me. The one I call King
Kong. It can satisfy me, even if you can't. What say I give you one
more chance? Climb off this bed and shove your meat into my
wanting pussy. Treat me like the whore I am. I'll give you everything
you want. Everything you need. If you can please me right now, this
second."
I was beside myself. Pulling with all my might to free myself.
But I knew before I started, I was defeated. She stared at me for a
few moments, still rolling my balls in her hand. "Nope. I guess not."
She gave me sore, stiff prick another few strokes. Then she took the
head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I was near the
breaking point. Mad with need. Mad with desire. Anything to get
relief. Anything to stuff her with my cock as we both road the highway
to heaven.
She swallowed my entire shaft one more time, lingering long
enough to remind me she could deep throat me the whole way. Then
she left my cock to its misery. It's isolation. It's loneliness. It was
huge, purple, twitching. My hips bucked involuntarily. I had to have
release. But I wasn't getting it yet. Not now. I had to have it now.
But not this time. She stood up, climbed off the bed. Sat down next
to me. Rubber her tits in my face. The soft caress of the black
spandex.
She opened the drawer of her bedside night table, and pulled
out a huge ten inch black vibrator. "Nope, it looks like it's King Kong
again." She kissed me sensually, then stood up. She headed for the
door. She turned to me. With her lovely, exotic smile, she spoke.
"I'm half way through Star Wars part three. I'll be back in about an
hour and a half. I've got a great idea I want to try using ice and hot
tea. I heard it's called the 'hot and cold' treatment. See you soon
lover. And remember - don't go anywhere." And with that she left.
The door closed and I was left to suffer. My dick ached like
there was no tomorrow. My balls felt like they would explode. I
shivered. I trembled. I was dripping in sweat. The only thought on
my mind was my cock, and it's urgent need. My mind felt fragile.
Could I hang on till she returned? Could I hang on if she did? Did I
have a choice? No. I had asked for it, and I was getting it. As my
burning dick slowly deflated to half mast, I wondered, if this was what
I really wanted. At least I'd have plenty of time to think about it.
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