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Teasing my husband, Johnny Cumbucket
Watching me blow Andre that night was so painful to Johnny..physicallyas well for once. The evening had started out well...I'd been running my longmagenta nails up and down Johnny's hard cock, lightly scratching the head andtoying with the Frenum. Johnny was humiliatingly naked except for his wig andheels, as always and I had my 40 DD's stuffed into one of those pale blue demibras,jigglin' and jugglin' them in front of him.
Slathered with Chanel No. 5. of course. My nails traveled up and downthe huge vein in the side of his shaft, and as his hips tried to rise to shovethe cock in my hands, I pinched the vein hard and Johnny screamed, and fellback again. Tears coursing down his face, he apologized for being controlling,and I soothed him. "Just be a good boy, sweetheart, and let Mommy make-umsfeel batter" I patted his cheek and continued the tease (now having goneon 90 minutes!) gently tickling the nails around the tip of the glans.
Unlike other blue-collar Italian girls, I didn't have to go have fakeFrench nails pasted on me at some shop; since I do nothing around the house,and don't type for a living anymore, my nails are naturally long...Johnny takescare of all that cleaning and cooking and financial support nonsense. "Justkeep your beautiful hands soft and those great nails intact, baby." healways tells me, his cock hardening at the thought of the vicious and nastyteases I've put him through.
But then, suddenly, I'd checked my watch and dropped Johnny's cock,and went out to get the ice from the fridge. Johnny hates the horrific freezingof 7-Eleven bagged ice smushed all over his crotch, the wetness stays for hours,but it was the only way I'd ever been able to get his dick back into the damnchastity cage. You see, the chastity cage only allows for partial erections,which means Johnny looks away from the secretaries down on K and Fourteenthwhen he's going to his ritzy job.
But Johnny was astonished. Why was I stopping now? Unlike weaker womenwhose hands tire after 20 minutes of teasing, I could go like the EnergizerBunny! Usually I'd tease him for five or six hours til I went to sleep, leavinghim frustrated next to me in bed (fun waking up and touching it a bit at 2a.m. to wake him up a bit) or I'd bind his hands and feet together and puthim in a corner, where he'd attempt to rub his dick against the wall, dry-humpingin the vain hope of an orgasm. This is actually rather humorous to watch; Imust get a webcam!
But why was I stopping? "Honey what's wrong? You're not quittingnow, are you, Susie?" Johnny looked terribly hurt, and his cock was squirmingand bouncing against the cage, as of course it was once again quite hard. ButI fed him Doritos with onion dip as he lay cuffed next to me on the couch,and eventually the doorbell rang and I let Andre in, a tall, muscular Russianartist with rivulets of black hair spilling across his shoulders. My cousinEstelle was a receptionist at his gallery, and had told me what a wondrousdick he had. Johnny is a sweet man, but he's only five eight, and kinda pudgy,and a girl needs her eye candy sometimes!
I rubbed my hand inside Andre's shirt, as he gazed with the usual malestupefaction at my generous cleavage I got him a Heineken and sat him down,explaining about my husband in his wig and heels. Andre was horrified to learnthat Johnny had to wear the cage and hadn't cum in nearly 3 months. I thinkAndre gets laid every 3 hours. And then I unzipped Andres pants and began theblowjob. Billy Holliday was playing on the stereo and the lights were low,and I put Andre's huge cock in my mouth, and began licking the head slowly.Circling the glans with my tongue, I moved down a bit…watching JohnnyCumbucket out of the corner of my eye.
And was Johnny Cumbucket pissed! My husband knows that I fool around,but I'd never sucked a guy off in front of him. He'd been forced to fellatea few in front of me, but I suppose that doesn't count, does it ? He was alsoterribly humiliated in his wig and make up and cage and of course the damnheels. Andre had given him such a look of withering contempt! As I licked andsucked Andre, Johnny's dick was getting harder and harder, pushing againstthe cage as he watched my full lips and long, pink tongue slurping all overAndre's cock. "ooh, baby" I mumbled around the penis. "Baby,baby, you are so hot!" I kissed the sides of the cock and gently bit theforeskin…again and again. Poor Johnny is circumcised, and I rarely getto taste a decent foreskin, you know?
After I'd been blowing Andre slowly for about 20 minutes, Johnny's cockwas pushing miserably against the bars of his little cage. I'd had this cagemade especially with the understanding that only a partial erection could flower.Thus his dick was squirming and bouncing like a trapped anaconda! He just couldn'tstop getting hard. My tongue is a cutie, and my boobs of course were almostfalling out of the brassiere. At some point I straightened up, and undid thecatch on my bra, and my boobs popped out, the brown nipples rock hard, andAndre played with them and sucked a bit, a privilege I almost never grant Johnny.He isn't allowed to touch my boobs except at Christmas, if he's given me adecent present. He was just put out, my hubby was. He'll tell you guys therest!
Johnny's version
I am glad I get to have my say, Susie! Susie is right in absolutelyeverything, though I know the EXACT amount of days I'd been denied an orgasm,seventy six. 76 long, painful days my cock had been repeatedly teased by Susieand her cousin Estelle, and other evil dommes like DC Stargazer, who is a memberof our group at Blue Balls. Susie had done it all to my dick in that time—slow,luxurious teases, teasing and then hitting—that's horrible, folks. Imagineyour dick being stroked and teased by a beautiful woman with incredibly longnails (I buy each nail a piece of jewelry for her birthday) stroke stroke…andthen when I got too hard, and was bucking to come, Susie would take her schoolruler or a fly swatter and beat it back into flaccidity. And then begin thetease anew…ooh!
After every tease, I'd be locked back into the horrible cage and sentoff to work.
And every morning I'd be locked back up in that motherfucking cock cage,and my dick would squirm and twitch again and again against the damn bars.All day long, trying not to look at hot young secretaries in their damn springdresses. Some lucky slave-boys at least get to be milked, to reduce the pressure.But it's my wife's firm belief that if a cock is teased often enough, the precumwill push out all the back logged sperm. This, of course is ridiculous, butdon't believe the one who minored in biology and chem., just trust the beautyschool dropout. (she'll really whip me for that comment, eh?)
Susie is not generous with my supervised masturbation orgasms—thelast time I came was an accident, actually, and before that it had been severalmonths. So my dick was just pumped FULL of semen and watching those full lipsaround Andre's cock got me so hot. I recall that when we were even a normalvanilla couple, Susie never sucked me like that, it was usually a reward eventhen—and she acted as if she were licking a triple scoop Cookie's andCream on the cone!
Scratches and blisters began raising on the various parts of my strugglingerection as I watched my beautiful wife suck this artist twerp, and her tongue,slurping the head of his cock drove mine wild! My dick was pushing and pushingagainst the evil bars of the damn thing, and it's against Nature, you knowto keep it back. Susie has often teased me in the cage to make the torturestart with the rising cock—she's done strip teases, and tied me in frontof a long porn tape while she went shopping—but there was nothing likethis, and my cock was just in constant pain! And precum was splattering allover the bars, as well. I tried to look away, but just couldn't. I have toconfess that I burst into tears when Susie let Andre suck on her breasts.
It was just too much, watching Andre's lips all over my wife's beautifultits. I'd noticed Susie's boobs first before I asked her out, but it had beennearly two months of dating before she'd allowed me to touch and kiss them,and a year before we slept together, because, of course, she'd slept with allthese guys who'd taken advantage of her, and she had to be careful. What wasmaddening, was she'd occasionally still sleep with the guys, the bad ones,who had destroyed her, so to speak, into our engagement! But back to Susie'slovely breasts. After Susie had found my "Leg Tease" and "Submit" magazines,and we'd begun to role-play now and then, she began using my focus on her breastsfor power.
One day she told me that I couldn't touch her breasts because they weretender just then; could I wait a week? That week she'd spent in miniscule,low-cut tops and sweaters, brushing by me, and bending over so the old cleavagewas right there. One night in front o f the TV, she sat down wearing just abeige bra and told me "you can touch my honeysa gain, they're feelingbetter…" I had lunged for them, but after a moment of kissing andslurping, Susie had interrupted me. "Johnny, get me abeer, please?"Anything.After she'd gotten the beer, for the first time in her blue-collar life, shewanted a glass to pour it in…so I'd gone back for that, my cock bouncingabout (but not yet caged-that was later)
Then when I'd asked her if I could take off the bra, she wanted a sandwich.Not that I make one, but drive five miles to Alfie's Deli and bring it back.Finally after waiting patiently for her to consumer her sandwich and beer,I'd begun kissing again and Susie had said "Baby, could you…" "Honey,please"I'd mumbled against her heaving cleavage "Can't you just letme kiss them uninterrupted?" And Susie had given me a resounding slapon the face and gone to bed, leaving me horny, resentful and hard. I wasn'tallowed to touch her breasts again for a month, and only that after I boughther a new CD player for her car.
And now it was only every few months…Christmas and my birthday, Icould kiss her pretty breasts, for about ten minutes, before I was pushed away,wailing. I am now of course Susie's complete slave, which is theoreticallywhat I want, but how I miss those soft, heaving pillows of hers…oftenshe won't let me see her even undressed! But she wears every snug sweater,every Lycra product, every crop top she can find, just to remind me what shehas!
Andre and Susie looked at me in disgust when I began weeping. "You-you never let-me-never let me kiss your breasts, but you let him!" I sobbed. "Ican stand your blowing and screwing these guys but…but" Still,my cock was rock hard, or as hard as it could be in that horrible cage thing.And Susie was looking at my cock, and laughing. "Oh, I thin k you canstand it, or your dick can. You're so much harder being denied my breasts thanyou were sucking them. "Please…please" I wept, and the mascaraon my eyes leaked long black streams down my face so I looked like I was staringout of a jail cell.
Susie, the heartless bitch laughed. "Beg, you loser, beg!" Andrelaughed. "Why do you marry such a pitiful man. Is he good provider?" Susiesnorted before bending down to Andre's crotch. "Yeah of money cars…buthe doesn't provide much weiner, God no!"
And they laughed anew. And I burst into fresh tears…oh, was it painful.Besides my raw cock, puzzled that it could not become erect against the cruelmetal bars, I was so humiliated to be crying in front of this artist doofbag,I'd been a frat-boy turned financial analyst, and we'd always made fun of theartistic types. And now one of them was getting blown by my wife! Susie continuedto suck Andre's cock, and he began balling up bits of paper and throwing themat me, as I continued to cry. Suddenly I began getting mad, too. This was myhouse. This was my wife. I loved S/m fantasies, but it was going too far now.I began banging my bound feet against the coffee table
Finally Susie took her mouth off Andre's dick. "What the hell areyou whining about? Shut up!" For a frightening moment, she looked andsounded like her evil Italian mother. "Or I'll give you something to cryabout. But then the tantrum went on, and I began swinging my locked legs onthe floor and then they hit the coffee table and Andre's beer fell on the floorand the bottle broke.
I'll leave Susie to tell the rest of the story:
From Susie: Well now, Johnny, I can tell the folks about your little tantrum,
eh? "What the hell, Andre had gasped and I swear I nearly bit his dick in my
mouth. I pulled up from my lovers crotch, my Italian-American eyes filled with
rage. I snapped my bra closed again and stalked over to Johnny in my black bra,
panties and heels, and boy were my breasts heaving! I can't blame Johnny for
being heartbroken that I won't let him play with my breasts, but he's a creepy-boy
now…I only want real men touching them, and he knows it. "You know you're
not a man, like that one over there" I pointed a long nail at Andre, who was
still quite upset."You'll touch my titties when Hell freezes over." I grasped
them and shook them at Johnny. "Now you're going to pay for throwing a fit."
Johnny looked up at me, his eyes real wide, and it was almost like he wasa five year old who had gone too far acting up at Sears and knew Mommy wastaking his pants down. "No, Susie…I was-just was upset—you were—Iwon't do it again, please, please Susie, don't beat me." I kicked him rightin the balls. "Susie is what you call me when you're a good boy." I hinted. "PleaseMistress Susan, I'll go to bed, I won't bother you any more." Johnny soundedreally pitiful, but I was angry. I unlocked Johnny's leg manacles, and pulledhim up by the ear. "Get in the bedroom, now. I'll be in in a bit
Johnny burst into fresh tears and teetered back into the bedroom, his handsmanacled behind him. I went and sat on Andre's knee and ruffled his luxuriousdark hair, comparing it unfavorably to Johnny's thinning hair and bald spot.Jeez, no wonder I make him wear a wig. I reached down and rubbed Andre's rightthigh, and his dick hardened, and I undid my bra clasp again. Andre put hisface between my perfumed breasts, and kissed passionately.
"Why don't you come in and help me make Johnny learn to obey…teachhim a lesson. I bet you could hit him with that belt harder than I can…andI hit hard." Andre, overcome with the image of hitting Johnny, sniggered intomy breasts. I was planning to say "Then I'll finish your blowjob" but thenI had a different thought. After all, how did my hubby get the nickname Cumbucket? "Actually…"
I smiled at Andre," let me finish blowing you now, and then you'll get asecond blowjob by someone-"I giggled "Far more experienced after we deal withJohnny. Okay, baby?" I gave Andre's neck a long kiss. "I know you can helppoor Johnny learn not to throw tantrums, right? By the way, he thinks all artistsare wimpy fags." Andre's eyes gleamed, and I knew I'd hit a nerve. So I finishedmy blowjob, and I don't doubt that Andre was blessedly unaware of who wouldbe blowing him next…a girlfriend, perhaps? But he was quite happy. Isucked him off like I'd learned from Mickey Tattaglia in the alley near 120 th andAmsterdam back in 1988.
So after Andre came in my soft little mouth, I swallowed, washed up andput on my tight striped shirt and faded jeans and stepped back into my highheels, explaining to Andre "Johnny's been a bad boy, doesn't deserve to seeme in my lingerie…we're going to kick his ass now, honey." Andre grinned. "Idon't know, Susie, I am just a wimpy artist!" He flexed his chest, and it wassomething out of the Incredible Hulk. I thought of Johnny's pot belly, andchuckled. Once in Johnny's room we saw that Sir Cumbucket was kneeling on thehard floor by the bed with his hands still cuffed behind him. He could havelay on the bed, or knelt on the throw rug in front of him, but he chose thefloor I guess, to show how submissive he was so I'd go easy on him. Right.Whatever.
I dragged Johnny up by his ear. Taking my key, I unlocked his chastity belt. "Lieon your back on the bed!" "Yes ma'am" Johnny said meekly, and he lay down,his cock sticking straight up. I took some Lubriderm from the night stand andrubbed it around my hands, and began stroking Johnny's cock slowly. "You poorbaby. Are you jealous of this bad man?" I winked at Andre, and began rubbingJohnny harder and faster, much faster than I had earlier this evening. Of courseat that time I was trying to keep him from cumming, and I wanted him to thinkhe was going to cum now, and did it work! Every time. Johnny closed his eyesand moved his fat little hips around, and he was nearly ready to squirt. Irubbed a little faster and silently motioned Andre to hand me the LicoriceWhip, a nasty croppish thing, from the dresser.
WHACK WHACK WHACK Three right on the erect penis.Johnny opened his eyes andscreamed. "Open your legs, honey." I said sweetly. "Time to pay for the tantrum."
Lifting the Licorice Whip I struck again and again, the split tip of thecrop snapping right down on Johnny's glans. He screamed as I continued. FinallyI threw the whip down and picked up another implement. "Jesus that thing looksmean." Andre said as I waved it around Johnny's scared eyes. "This is cool.Johnny got it for me in Switzerland. It's a solid leather strap with metalrivets on the end for added pain, and has a great swing!" I rose and smashedthe rivets across Johnny's cock and balls. "You try." I handed it to Andre,who looked a little doubtful. "What's wrong, you artist faggot" I whisperedin his ear, and Andre began swinging the strap with intense vigor. WHACK ithit Johnny's cock tip WHACK WHACK it hit his ball sac. I trotted into the livingroom and brought back Johnny's leg manacles and locked him up, and then pulledhis cock up so Andre could have a good shot at the balls. Still, Johnny's cockhardened in my soft hand WHACK WHACK WHACK. It looked as if Johnny might passout, so Andre threw down the strap, and chuckled.
I rolled Johnny over and whacked him a few times with my Spencer paddle,a thick fraternity type thing, with holes throughout to make it fly faster.Then I asked Andre for his belt. "How does that feel, my boyfriend's belt onyour pitiful behind?" I screamed and I let it go twenty or thirty times, andAndre looked a little doubtful. But what right did he have, he didn't havea tantrum throwing runt hanging about his house! "Here's the belt back." Ireached between Johnny's manacled legs and pulled out his cock so it was stickingbehind him. It was a bit limp, so I stroked until it became hard again, andleaned down, whispering in Johnny's ear "It's not over yet, Precious, but bea little man for Mommy wont you?" At first Johnny couldn't hear me, he wascrying so hard, but finally he nodded, sniffling. I picked up my English Tawse,a vicious slapper made of two heavy leather pieces, side by side. It was twofeet wide and about eighteen inches long, and Andre and I took turns tryingto hit Johnny's cock between his legs. About 40 of mine hit Johnny's cock andthe rest his butt and legs, and only seventeen of Andre's got the mark, buthe hit a lot harder, of course.
Finally Johnny's bottom was a mass of purplish welts, slashes and other distinguishingmarks. And to wrap it up, Andre got his second blowjob, though in order tokeep his cock hard in Johnny's mouth, I had to let Andre kiss and suck my breastsfor nearly half an hour. For 30 minutes poor Johnny knelt, still bound handand foot, and sucked on Andre's cock, until finally his mouth was filled witha heavy load of Russian goo… After this, Andre was still getting hardagain, and confessed to missing the old cornholing days of his British boardingschool. Although I usually didn't make Johnny take sodomy, that night I benthim over. "No, please Susie." He begged. "You promised to respect my limits,ma'am." I snickered. "And how right you are. Shall we get the Tawse again?" Johnnyshut up and stuck his butt out, and Andre slammed his dick home. I buzzed andMeade, the gay desk clerk came up with the hairdresser he was playing bridgewith, and they both took a turn at Johnny's bottom, thanked us, and went backdownstairs. Black gay men are so much fun!
And then Andre and I went to bed, and Johnny slept on the floor, manacleduntil we unlocked him to make us breakfast in the morning! At that time I heldhim by the ear and made him thank Andre "I th-thank you, S-sir (sob) f-forhelping Mommy make me a b-better boy!" Johnny couldn't go on much past that,and burst into hysterical sobs, so we locked him in the closet, threw out hispitiful meal and went to brunch at the Marvelous Market. Later on that day,I allowed Johnny to finally masturbate to orgasm, he'd been denied at thattime 103 days, and he licked it up while Andre and I watched and made encouragingremarks…and then, limp, he was forced to suck Andre again, which wasinfinitely worse…oh well!
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