Love in Cathedral Heights - Book TwoSubmitted by: Justin
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Dr. Towlen informed me the other day that I have angina and not long to live. I have left my niece, Keri Ann, appraised of our life together, and send her the many pictures that I have taken of you in various states. Keri has inherited the house and needs someone to assist with college tuition. I trust you can help her.
I love you very much and treasure our time together.
P.S. Keri Ann has the key"
Gerald Morin, J.D. re-read the note, trembling...Helen, his landlady and dominatrice of 30 years, had passed away. And she'd told her 19-year old niece! Gerry was astounded that the reserved Helen would share anything of their private life, but she'd always been an enigma.
After being tossed out of a fraternity house for selling drugs, the arrogant, womanizing "Scary Gerry"had been amused to answer the sexy, mysterious hairdressers "Room To Let" ad. But then Gerry and Helen discovered they subscribed to the same tease/denial magazine. And,she'd taken over his life. transforming the drunken sophomore into a brilliant patent attorney in less than a decade. Gerry'd never left..
Somehow, being caned for bad grades, and later, horsewhipped for poorly written law briefs, doing all the housework, having the bedtime of a nine year old, and wearing a chastity piercing wasn't so bad when Helen decided to "treat" Gerry. Every week or two, Helen would tie Gerry naked to the bed, unlock the piercing and tease his cock with her soft, lubed hands and long red nails for hours, stopping whenever it looked like he was close to cumming. Then, she would lock the frustrated, swollen cock back up again...but every 10 or 12 sessions, Gerry never knew when, she would let him have a mind blowing orgasm.
But after Helen had died, a fortnight ago, Gerry realized that he had no idea where the key to his penis padlock was, and wondered how he would get loose, so he could cum, somehow...but this girl had the key! What would he do?
Gerry turned to the amused young brunette at his side. Keri Ann's green eyes were dancing, and the fingers of her right hand were playing speculatively with an errant strawberry curl. Helen's memorial was held on a cold day, but Keri Ann's jacket was open, and her chest was heaving against the snug cashmere sweater in silent laughter. Gerry's penis swelled, and he felt the familiar pain just below the cockhead, where the padlock hung. In the struggle to get an erection, the evil padlock always seemed to win, since Helen had pierced him some 30 years ago, producing the key only for extended teasing and the rare orgasm. And Gerry hadn't had the lock off, this time, in forty-two days. In the 30 years since his landlady put him in chastity as a college sophomore, Gerald had gone longer than that, but at least he always knew he would be coming out of it, but now?
How can I get the key from her? How much does she know? I have to jerk off! After three decades of regulated ejaculations, it would be nice to "self abuse" as Helen used to say. How do I get her to give me the ---? "As the note says, Mr. Morin, I've come to live in Aunt Helen's house, and my bags are with me. Aunt Helen loved you very much and told me that you would be staying on, since you lived with her for so long. Would you drive me back?" Keri cocked her head and raised an eyebrow."Certainly." Gerald managed. "Would you like to have lunch first?"
Gerry put Keri Ann's last bag on the floor of Helen's former master bedroom. The previous 3 hours had been arduous. Gerry'd taken Keri Ann to lunch, and advised her on scholarships...For the entire time, he waited for her to mention the key. Did she really know what it was for? Would she give it to him? If she didn't, the little bitch could tell others about it, and he'd probably lose the senior law partnership. He sipped a martini, listening. He'd been drinking a lot. Helen had gotten him sober, and never allowed him to drink again...well, now he could. Smoke and drink. And once he got the key--
Keri came in behind him and sat on the bed, she crossed her long legs and leaned back on her hands, arching her back for a marvelous frontal, and continued discussing her educational plans. Gerry was lost--he didn't know how to bring up the question of the key. Did she know everything Helen's letter referred to? "Pictures in various States"
God, in one of Helen's more graphic Polaroids, back in '04, Gerry was photographed on his back, under a bottomless dining room chair. He was wearing a corset, fishnet stockings and high heels. Helen had sat nude from the waist down, in the chair, and after 2 hours and 5 orgasms from Gerry's under-the-chair ministrations, she'd given him permission to stimulate himself by rubbing his engorged, purplish dick against the legs of the chair above him. Gerry had inched over , elbows bound together under his back, and rubbed his penis against one of the legs, when he heard the flash of Helen's digital camera. "For posterity, Gerald." Helen chuckled. It had gone out as a Christmas card to all the members of their TeaseAmerica website. Gerald winced at the memory, his cock straining against the piercing yet again. I HAVE TO CUM!!
Keri Ann's voice broke into Gerald's reverie "I could do a Russian Lit minor but --Are you all right, Mr. Morin?" Gerry came back. "I apologize, Keri Ann. Since the funeral, I've been a little tense, and --" "Do you want your key?" Keri smiled at him, and reached into her handbag. She looked so great in the tiny sweater and skirt, legs everywhere, sitting on the bed. Keri Ann placed a small padlock key into Gerry's hand. Gerry looked at the key stupidly. He'd never been allowed to hold it. Once, he'd stolen the key to do a quick, desperate whack-off after an extended time, months, of teasing and chastity, but Helen had caught Gerry right before he'd cum, and she'd given a severe whipping. Gerry looked at Keri, and she nodded, slightly." Take it off, Mr. Morin, if you want to, and touch...um yourself."
Touch myself? Unlock the cruel piercing, and jerk off all he liked, date the little paralegal who had been making eyes at him...Gerry had had less than a hundred orgasms in the last three decades, though he'd been stimulated a great deal by Helen...He could do anything he wanted...he could get porn films like "Dr.Fellatio" jerk off all day, find a girlfriend, have his first blowjob in so many years, God knows there were women who wanted him but...
"Gerald? You're crying." Keri Ann used his given name for the first time, the whole name, just like Helen had. "I just miss her so much" Gerry whispered, looking at the key with bleary eyes. Keri stood up, and gave Gerry a big hug, pressing her 34DD breasts against his chest "I loved Aunt Helen too... why don't you give me the key back, baby. I don't think you're ready for it." Gerry dropped the key into Keri's extended palm, thus once again, giving up his freedom. But then he said "Keri Ann, excuse the expression, but I need to cum. I haven't in so long..." Gone was the expert voice of the attorney and college trustee, it was just childish begging now.
Whap! Keri Ann slapped Gerry's face lightly. "Stop with that nasty talk, the day of my aunt's funeral." Gerry hung his head and cried harder. "The first thing you'll do" said Helen, taking off her jacket and tucking in her sweater further "Is call me Miss Keri Ann. And the second thing is you'll strip and bring me Auntie's handcuffs."
"Ohh..Miss Keri Ann. Can't I at least sit down with you?" Stark naked, Gerry was standing, hands cuffed behind him in front of a chaise lounge where Keri Ann was lying casually. Keri's hair tumbled around her shoulders, and she was wearing a tight black midriff shirt that barely covered her breasts, and tiny bluejean shorts that made Gerry intake breath whenever she'd turned around. Her legs, beautifully shaped, were encased in fishnet stockings. She was perfectly relaxed, except for one hand, which was reaching out and stroking Gerry's purplish cock. "No. You can't sit down. It's good for your lazy ass, Gerald, to do some standing. In the two weeks I've been here, all I've seen you do is SIT reading, SIT watching television. Stand up!" Keri Ann casually rubbed the underside of Gerry's cock with her forefinger, touching nothing else...He was trying to straighten his legs, but it was very hard."And you whine. It's disgusting, Gerald." Keri Ann added one finger to the rubbing of the underside, and began stroking the base of the cock with her thumb...it looked as if she were wrestling with a child-proof aspirin bottle. "Can I cum, can i cum?" Keri Ann spoke in a whining falsetto. She seemed so sweet at the memorial, Gerry thought."Thought I'd wank you off immediately after the funeral?" Keri now took both hands and began rolling the tip of the cock around. Although Helen had always used lubricant, her niece had the exciting habit of rubbing the dry cock with two or three fingers, alternating spots on the shaft and balls, which drove Gerry crazy. Keri now began jerking him loosely with one hand, rubbing the encircled fingers and thumb up and down the shaft...but there was no friction, just stimulation...it was a handjob in SLOW motion. "The first night, crying and begging on your knees, what a tantrum. As if the death of the woman who changed your life was cause for YOU to have a party." Keri began rubbing with two fingers again. "But then I found Auntie's razor strop, and gave you something to really cry about." Gerry winced at the memory. His bottom still swelled, though the blisters were healing.
"And your drinking, Gerald." Keri tugged at his foreskin, then lightly rubbed the ball of her forefinger under the head of his leaking penis. "Auntie led me to believe that after a few whippings during your first days with her, you'd foresworn alcohol and drugs." "Ma'am, after Miss Helen passed, I...went back to drinking." Gerry babbled. Why didn't she grab his cock instead of toying with it with one annoying finger? Would he never cum? He looked at it. The violet-ish veins along the shaft of his penis looked like they might burst. Keri, as if reading his thoughts, giggled slightly, and her cleavage shifted. Gerry rolled his eyes. "No more gin and tonics for you, young man...warm milk before your 8:00 bedtime." Keri gently pulled Gerry down on the couch next to her, Thank God. She put her arm around his shoulders, and pulled him to her neck. "Kiss it, baby." He began kissing her neck, stealing sly looks down her shirt at the heaving white mounds. He felt his cock lunging, the held-back semen almost pushing to the head. He began kissing her perfumed neck. It was hard for him to reach over, as his hands were cuffed, but Gerry was doing his best. Keri was now rubbing her forefinger and middle finger up and down the shaft with one hand...she pulled her other arm away from Gerry's shoulder and cradled his testicles with the other, red talons casting a peculiar hue on the strained purple ball sac.
"Do you want to cum, sweeheart?" Keri whispered as Gerry kept kissing her neck. God, how smooth it was. These 20 year olds were almost like teenagers...Gerry nodded, and kept kissing madly, hoping he could slip a hickey in there. Keri kept rubbing faster and faster, now fully grasping the penis with her looped fingers, and Gerry began breathing harder. "Just keep kissing my neck, baby." she whispered. Pump, Pump. Her other hand was playing gently with the testicles, lifting them and twirling them around....it felt so good.Gerry kissed Keri's neck, stared down her cleavage and began lifting his hips rhythmically to the stroking. His legs began quivering. Here it came, finally...
"Aaaugh!" Gerry screamed. He had not cum. Keri had clenched her ball cradling hand tightly, and slipped her finger around the base of his cock...there would be no orgasm, Oh, the PAIN....Keri stood up, pulled Gerry off the bed by his hair and threw him on the floor, where he landed on his swelled cock. "Thought you'd squirt on MY HAND? Oh, funny..."
Thwack! Tears were streaming down Gerry's face. His mouth was burning. It was too much. There he was, in his ornate office beautifully decorated in mahogany, oreintal rugs and a Monet original, his extensive diplomas and awards on the walls... and yet he was lying over Keri's lap, Armani slacks and silk boxers bunched around his ankles, and his tie over her thigh, as she administered a the last whack of a blistering hairbrush spanking. There was a knock on the door. Gerry's heart stopped. "Mr. Moin?" It was his paralegal. Keri spoke. "Brandon, Mr Morin's resting right now." "I need to see him about the Parfemac brief, Keri." "He'll be available at three." Keri chuckled, as she heard Brandon walking away. "They probably think I'm sucking you...what a joke." Gerry's cock gorged painfully against the tiny cage.
When Keri, who Gerry had hired to do part time billing after her morning classes had exasperatedly ordered him to drop-em and bend over for misplacing a file she needed, Gerry had worried that he might begin screaming as he did when she disciplined him at home. After all, there were attorneys, secretaries and mail clerks milling around in the hall outside. Keri had solved this dillema by taping a wet bar of laundry soap in his now foaming mouth, and this served as an effective gag.
"Okay, Gerald. Let's get up." Gerry felt her unncuffing his hands. He pushed up off her lap. Keri's first week at the firm had been rather painful for him. Yesterday she had closed a metal drawer on his exposed scrotum after discovering his participation in the office football pool. Geri stood in front of Keri,who looked very cute in a snug angora pullover and leather miniskirt. HEr legs were crossed now that Geri's weight had been lifted. Keri had dropped the warm ivory hairbrush on the floor, and was freshening her lip gloss, her mouth an O as she stared into the compact.
Gerry stood at attention, knowing better than to remove the soap or pull up his drawers without the go-ahead. "All right, cutie..you look like rabid dog--no a rabid hamster, really foaming like that. Take the soap out of your mouth." Gerry pulled the tape off, ripping some of his sideburn hair off with it, and took out the soap.His mouth felt like the Bermuda Triangle, and he'd cried so hard during the whipping that his face looked as if it had been beaten with rocks. Sympathetically, his billing assistant handed him a glass of water. Gerry gargled, and spit the remaining soap into the wastebasket, knowing his mouth wouldn't feel normal til tomorrow. Then, as he was about to pull his pants up, Keri held up a magenta fingernail and wheeled the leather chair up to his crotch.
Reaching out to twiddle the cock cage, she chuckled again. "That thing was a bitch, pressing into my thighs during your walloping." she murmured."I have good news for you, Gerald. Dan came back today." Gerrys legs began trembling and his cock pressed painfully against the bars of the cage. His poor wee-wee was a little raw, as it hadn't been out of the cage in six long weeks. Keri had promised then that Gerry could jerk off to orgasm if he gave her hairdresser Blaine, and his two friends from the Gay Men's Chorus a blowjob, and drank a fishtank of their accumulated urine. But after this horrible, degrading task was completed, Gerry found that Keri had left her key on the same ring as the key to Gerry's Mercedes, which she had lent her brother to take a month long trip cross-country. Really, it was an honest mistake.
Dan had stayed a little longer than he intended... and so not only could Gerry not cum, but he hadn't even had the cage removed for sessions with Keri's teasing fingers...the "milkings". She had done quite a few sessions with a robin's feather through the bars of the cage, but this caused too much pain, as Miss Helen, Geri's now deceased former mistress had had the cage built just a little too small for a full erection. "So you can focus on the important things, Gerald." shed said, laughing. For the last few years before Helen's death, he had been in a cock-lock piercing, but Keri had pulled the old cage out, as she thought piercings were "unhealthy" but actually, Gerry suspected that she knew that a hard cock in a cage would be so much more painful...Maybe not...she has such an innocent face!
"So Dan's back, Miss Keri? Can we take the cage off, please?" Gerry's heart was pounding. Gerry hadn't cum since a month before Keri moved in, and it was now close to five months. Keri released the cock cage, laughing, and grasped Gerry's scorched,still-bare buttocks from behind. Embedding her nails in his welted cheeks, he burst into fresh tears from the pain.
Gerry lay, once again cuffed and naked on the queen sized bed in the Mayflower Hotel. He rarely got to lie down on queen beds, Keri had the master bedroom, and Gerry usually was in his little single bed in the guest room, though of course it was his house. He had to meet Brandon at 3:00 this afternoon, but he was so excited that the key was back in Keri's hot little hands, that he'd begged her to go with him to the Mayflower to get the cage off, just for a little while. Would she let him cum?
Keri sat on the side of the bed...She'd pulled off her sweater, and was now only wearing a violet demibra with little flowers on the cups. Her cleavage was heaving as she laughed, taking the horrid little dungeon off Gerry's now wounded bent erection. Free! Gerry looked over his gut at his member, now waving in the air. Keri ran her finger up the tip, and it immediately hardened. "So, big boy...want some action?" Keri laughed."I bet you think we're going to have squirtie time today, aren't you?...and what have you done to deserve that, may I ask?"
"B-but Miss Keri, " Gerry blurted. "Before you accidentally gave your brother the cage key, you promised--promised I could cum."Gerry choked back a sob. "And-and since then, I've performed between your legs every night, even licking out your boyfriend's semen...I've cleaned the house daily naked, paid your tuition, and given you a huge allowance in addition to your salary at the firm." Gerry's lip trembled. Keri's fingernails were dancing up and down his shaft, flicking and then rubbing the underside of his trembling cock...oh, the pain... She then encircled the tip with her fingers and thumb and began squeezing it slightly, and then moved down to the base...and continued squeezing, dropping her little finger to move about the foreskin. Gerry thought he was going to die.
His butt still felt like boiled cabbage, and he had really hoped, in vain, that Keri might just let him wank when they got to the hotel. She owed it to him!
"Poor Gerald..."Keri spoke ina sing-song voice...I haven't let you cum once since I moved in after Auntie Helen's death...have you ever gone this long before?" "Once" Gerry sighed. "She found a condom in my jacket that one of my partners put in as a joke, and suspended orgasms for six months, with daily two-hour teasings." "No kidding?"Keri asked. "So this five month period isn't a record? That's a shame. I wonder if you could go without for a year." Keri began rubbing her thumb back and forth against the terribly sensitive nerve just below the tip of Gerry's penis. The cock began throbbing and dancing about like a Mexican jumping bean. Precum was already beginning to dribble out, and he'd not been tied down for more than ten minutes.
Keri's nails were long and perfectly manicured...a deep purple, almost matching the shade of Gerry's cock. He paid the bill every month to Elegant Nails Co., and so he knew how expensive they were, but certainly it was worth it...Both Keri and Helen had never needed false paste-ons, because their nails never got any hard work...no cleaning, lifting, or even back scratching...all done by poor Gerry's capable hands.
She leaned over further, and her breasts seemed to be tumbling out of the demibra, the areola of one nipple showed for a moment, and she pulled the bra up slightly, and smiled. Gerry had never seen Keri naked--she always kept a top on, and only let him lick her when he was blindfolded. This was incredibly humiliating, as he was forced to walk about nude at home, and often to partially undress at work for disciplinary reasons. "Look at it, it's practically Old Faithful." Keri said, as she rubbed the precum into the tip of Gerry's penis. She then looked at him. "Are you sure you want to cum, sweetie?"
"Oh, oh yes ma'am...please." Gerry looked up at her with tears in his eyes. His balls were full, and the cum kept surging up the shaft...the sperm cells were miserably rebelling against the torture, pounding against the tip over and over again, as she tapped her fingers around the tip. "Well...I hope you'd make more of a sacrifice. That blowjob business you did to get cum privileges is old now...expired. It's not my fault you haven't cum...you should've reminded me to check my keychain before I lent it to Dan."
Keri's forefinger was now rubbing the bluish vein on the underside of his cock up and down...her other hand was tickling the scrotum. This went on, and Gerry's cock began to surge forth again..He raised his hips to meet her hands, pushing his cock into her ministering fingers....he was getting closer...CLOSER...Keri dropped his penis, and used her other hand to shove his hips down. Getting up off the bed, she went to the hotel closet, Gerry watching the globes of her bottom bounce in the blue thong panties... "Oh, what's this?" Keri turned around, holding a clothing iron. "Jesus for $450 a night, you'd think the Mayflower would have laundry service."
Why is she fiddling with an iron? Gerry thought. I need to GODDAM CUM! His cock was now waving helplessly in the air...as rock hard as if Keri was sucking it. Was it healthy to have this much backed-up cum? Keri came back and sat down on the bed, looking at the iron carefully. She reached over and plugged it in, watching it steam, while absently twiddling with Gerry's cock...Suddenly she reached over and pressed the tip of the iron onto Gerry's nipple and he screamed in pain.
"Oh, come on...just for a second." Keri shook her head. "You've had stuff done to your nipples...I had moustraps on them this morning." "Noo-thing like that." Gerry was once again sobbing, perhaps for the tenth time since his spanking in the office two hours before. "Well, enough of this," Keri looked businesslike. "Do you really want to cum, would you do anything." "ANYTHING...Miss Keri...do you want another diamond bracelet." Gerry looked hopeful. Kerry smiled, pulling Gerry's foreskin over the tip of his penis. "How about the iron on each of these nipples...for just ten seconds each?" "No...Mistress, not that.."Gerry looked miserable. Keri began jerking his cock madly, and once again the precum was spilling out. In spite of the pain from the iron, and his still blistered buttocks, Gerry began hurtling his cock into Keri's dancing fingers...it was so close...."Do you want the iron?" Keri asked..."No, Mistress..." "Well, I want you to go limp within forty seconds." This was a worse offer than the earlier one. Keri began waving the iron over and back around Gerry's nipple area...He thought of baseball scores...her fingers were still playing....Anything..what will make it droop? Keri's aereola was again showing over the bra. Gerry closed his eyes and thought about being naked in a snowstorm..."Thirty six thirty-seven thirty-eight seconds...ooh, it drooped." Keri was now holding a limp cock in her hand. "Congratulations!" Keri smiled and put the iron down on the table. "So, really, if you can't even maintain an erection, why do you need to cum?" For the twentieth time in four hours, Gerry burst once again, in tears.
The leather hood was especially hot on a sunny August day, and the central air conditioning did not reach the cellar of Gerry's summer house. Gerry hadn't seen light for nearly an hour. Except for holes for his nose and mouth, the hood completely covered his head and eyes. August! Jesus. It had been November when he met her...
Nine months Ker had been living with him, teasing his poor cock daily with casually lubricated fingers, and still he had not had an orgasm. "Mistress, it's probably not healthy for my testicles to have all this backed up semen." he'd protested last week. Keri had laughed, and suggested that she massage his prostate, releasing the sperm that way. When Gerry looked horrified, Keri said "Don't worry, Gerald, with all the pre-cum that's leaked from your bulbous wee-wee, it can't be too congested."
Keri's rule was far more grueling than Helen's--Keri's sexy, youthful body tempted him much more, and though Helen had monitored his work life by reviewing his briefs and cases, administering heavy whippings for mistakes she'd spotted, Keri had taken off the semester to work full time as his executive assistant, which meant Gerry's butt and nipples were blistered almost daily for the minor administrative mistakes he'd made.
And at least twice a week there were long, unfullfilled milking sessions at the Mayflower, where Keri would massage his naked cock ten strokes slow, then ten fast, followed by one finger up and down the shaft--when they'd return to the office, Gerry would be wobbling, and though incredibly stimulated and titillated, completely unsatisfied. His cock, re-caged, would be pressing horribly against the nasty little chicken wire... Certainly, Helen would keep Gerry celibate for as long as six weeks, but Keri's 9 months with no orgasm was almost unendurable.
And now here he waschained to apillar in the cellar of his expensive country house, hands cuffed behind his back, cock raging, as always stark naked except for the horrible hood.He hated being unable to see. A month ago, when he'd brought her here to show Keri the summer house for the first time,Keri'd told Gerry she was so grateful he'd exposed the house to her,he was going to cum, and stripped him naked, chained the hands and blindfolded him in the kitchen upstairs...masturbating him slowly...and then she began hitting him with a vacuum cleaner cord, he'd run around blindly until he'd fallen down the cellar stairs. Oh it'd been awful, he'd fallen right on his struggling, wee-wee...and now...Wait? What's that poking through the mouth of my hood? Oh my God!
Well Jesus, how long's he been lying there?" Alyssa lookd at Keri, and then back down at the hooded, prone figure. Gerry's penis was pointing to the ceiling, a brilliant violet, Keri kept prodding it with her high heel, and it jumped at every stimulation. "He's been down ehre since early this morning, and he;ll be here a while." KEri was wearing a black midriff shirt with "I just Fucked Your Boyfriend" emblazoned on it in silver block lettering, skin tight cutoffs that squeezed her bubble but to the point that the IGA clerk down the road had dropped a carton of eggs as she brushed by him towards the Pepsi liter bottles.
Keri's feet were in black leather spike heeled sandals, and the right one was keeping Gerry's crotch area quite busy. Alyssa surveyed her friend with interest. Since her friend Lalani and her husband Cary had introduced her to the "scene" Alyssa's life had changed, she'd met a successful architect, David, who'd been with Lalani's group for some time, and he'd shamefacedly given her the keys to his chastity device about a month before...David came into the room just then,stark naked, except for his cock cage...and of course the cute bracelets keeping his wrists snug behind his back.
"Did you tell him?" Keri asked."Oh, yes...David hasn't had a squirtie in almost two weeks, and he won't get to squirt unless he does it in the hood, right, Davey boy?" David looked miserable.
"But Miss Alyssa, I'm not gay...please let me cum, it's been 9 days!" Keri laughed. "Gerald here hasn't cum in 9 months! And in the last 30 years that my late aunt was training him, he came about once every month and a half if he was really lucky! And you're just getting your dick sucked....Aunt Helen told me once that she made him "--Keri motioned at the hooded, naked figure on the floor--"go out in full drag, lip gloss, wig, fishnets, and suck off truckers on the waterfront for ten dollars a piece...she said she'd let him cum if he came back with fifty bucks, but she changed her mind, and when he came back with seventy, she wouldn't take the cage off...Gerry threw a fit, and Auntie pulled his panties down over his fishnets, and bent him over the couch and gave it to him with the buckle end of a nasty, nasty belt she had...and then didn't let him squirt for another month for whining."
David looked miserable at this. He had been able to cum every two or three days, after heavy teasing, but Miss Alyssa seemed determined to follow her friends lead here...and the poor Gerry guy. Keri was rubbing the heel of her pump against Gerry's purple cock absentmindedly as she spoke, and the dick looked lavender...it was sooo ready to cum! And Gerry couldn't even see how beautiful Keri looked because of the hood! "Okay, it's time!" Alyssa looked at him, pursing her lips."Do you want to cum, or wait another thirty days...and then just come right back here...you're going to cum in this hood, or not at all." "But Miss Alyssa...I've gone down on you nightly, given you sponge baths, bought you jewelry and clothes.."here David's voice cracked. "Can't you just give me a break? I l ike this tease/denial thing but...OW!"
Alyssa had hit David in the face with a flyswatter she'd seen on the kitchen table."Shut your mouth!...if you want to, we can go back to being boyfriend girlfriend,but if I'm your mistress, it's like this...I can go home and suck your dick,you can cum whenever you want, go back to sleeping in the bed you paid for with me instead of the broom closet, but no more whippings, no more tease/denial...you can live comfortably with me, do what you please...but you can't have both. I can suck your dick if you give it up."Alyssa hit David again."Or you can let him suck yours!" David thought for a moment..."No, Miss Alyssa, I'd need your discipline."his voice shook,and he began welling up," and the closet--and the chastity..." David dropped his head to his chest.
Alyssa winked at Lalani, and unlocked David's cage...as his cock sprung out she ran her burgundy nails across the tip, and it sprang up like a Marine at attention. Keri and Alyssa gently guided David to the hooded figure, and Keri opened the zipper around the mouth. Alyssa began hitting David's butt with the fly swatter, as Keri pushed his dick into the hood...David felt heavenly sucking...he hadn't had a blowjob in years. Was it a man?
Well, he knew how to use his tongue, that's for sure...must've learned from the truckers..Whack! That was no flyswatter, David looked around, and Keri had a bamboo cane in her hand. "David, Miss Alyssa is going to undo your cuffs..I want you to grab Gerry's hooded head in your hands and jam it onto your cock,and then pull it back...I think you fraternity boys call it skull-fucking!" Gerry heard this, and began trying to pull his head off the cock, moving frantically away from it..."Baby stop it." Keri said. She held his shoulder. "Mommy's going to rub your wee-wee while you get skull-fucked...you might choke to death, but you might cum, too..." Within a minute, Alyssa was witnessing an interesting phenomenon. Her husband, eyes closed, was jamming his cock into a hood with a man's naked body under it, while Keri,squatting, was rubbing the hooded man's cock energetically with Vaseline. As David slammed the cock in and out, she could hear gagging and coughing from inside the hood, and once David screamed that he'd been bitten....but it went on until he came...Gerry's cock was about to spurt in Keri's hands, his hips were pushing off the floor with no support from his bound hands, but Keri, just at the edge of Gerry's orgasm, pulled her hands away dramatically.The cock blindly thrust into air, and then Gerry realized he'd been rooked again, and began crying in the hood just as David was pulling his cock out.Kerri gave David a piece of sandpaper to wipe off the cum...David looked horrified, but Alyssa hit him again...and then sent David out to sit in the backseat of the car, naked and waiting for her to drive him home. Then Alyssa's boss, and her neighbor, also naked and cuffed, came into the room...and Gerry had to start up again.
Keri helped Gerry upstairs, Alyssa laughing and following her... "Poor thing, you just have had so much HAPPEN in the last few hours...You had to suck off three slaves, and I promised you that you could cum...and here you are, and they're all in Alyssa's car...your boss is in the trunk, isn't he?" Alyssa laughed. Keri opened the cellar door into the kitchen of Gerry's attractive summer cottage. He had had it built ten years ago for Helen's birthday...and they'd had quite a time there until her death...Crops in umbrella stands in every room, and a hook in the ceiling of her Florida room.
Finally Keri took Gerry's hood off, and led him into the living room...Gerry was blinking in the light, his hair, soggy with perspiration was damp on his head. His dick was purple and dripping, and his balls were just congested with frustrated semen. Gerry looked blearily at Keri and then Alyssa, who he hadn't seen before, though she'd just spent two hours teasing him, and forcing her various slaves' wee-wees into his mouth through the hood. She was quite something, Alyssa. 34DD breasts cinched in red tube top, leather short-shorts, and high heeled pumps. Gerry, realized he was naked in front of a perfect stranger, hung his head. Alyssa laughed, and chucked Gerry's chin. "Cheer up, Gerald" Alyssa smiled. "This hurts us more than it hurts you." The two girls doubled over in laughter.
Gerry poured the last drop of coffee into Alyssa's cup. "Thank you, sweetheart" Alyssa reached over with a crimson nail and flicked the purple cockhead. This was rare--Gerry's cuffs had come off, and the cage was not yet on! Keri had put him on the honor system. "You know if I can trust you not to wank your wee-wee, sweet dumpling, there might be a surprise for you later...we're two hot chicks. Why don't you make us lunch now?" Invigorated, Gerry had made Alyssa and Keri a caeser salad and a vegetarian lasagne and served white wine...now they were relaxing over a mocha coffee in the living room.Keri was telling Alyssa about their visit the other day by the village sherriff. Their first day in the country house, Keri had mistakenly thought that Gerry had cum during his weekly shower with the cage off.
Usually Keri did the bathing herself, scrubbing the area thoroughly while Gerry stood under the spray mutely, hands cuffed behind him. He would get intensely aroused as she'd tease him a little after, til his cock resembled a soapy Louisville Slugger,but then Keri would switch the temperature to freezing to "calm you down." But Keri was distracted putting dishes away, as they'd just arrived for the month of August, and left Gerry to clean himself on the honor system. She'd walked in on Gerry as he was washing himself a little too enthusiastically down there, thinking she saw semen in the bubbles in his crotch, Keri lost her mind. She'd laid Gerry on his stomach on Miss Helen's footstool, hands and knees tied to the legs, "And you should've seen that hassock dance!" Keri said, laughing. "He made it crab crawl away from me as I beat his ass with a thorn branch I'd cut from a rosebush outside, and then I turned him on his back and re-tied, and lit into his bare crotch, and the screaming brought the sherriff. I showed him Gerry, lord of the manor, tied to the hassock naked, and Hank, the sherrif laughed...Gerry hadn't paid any of his speeding tickets the year before...So Hank hit Gerry a lick or two also, and he's taking me out to dinner tomorrow night, while Gerry's locked in the closet, isn't that a riot?"
After listening to this horrible story, Gerry took the coffee pot back intot he kitchen. Absently he reached down and touched his suffering penis. That was one hell of a cleavage that Alyssa had...tube tops were great, he hadn't seen one since 1980. He leaned against the sink and rubbed. "You're touching it, Gerald" came Keri's strident tone "Hands off...keep them busy by doing the fuckin' dishes" Gerry's heart sank, but he began washing the kitchenware he'd used as well as the dishes and plates, and thought about his reward. Would they maybe fuck him? Never. But perhaps they might whack him off, after nine miserable, frustrating months...As he leaned over the sink, his cement-ish cock hit the counter painfully. Or maybe, they'll let me jerk off, and belittle me while I do it...I wouldn't object to that, even if I have to lick it up...His heart rose. That's what it'll be. Keri's a sweet girl, really she is! He finished the last of the dishes and cleaned the entire kitchen, and then went back into the living room, where the women were looking over a copy of "Elle" Gerry knelt in his most submissive position, cock out like a Crusader's lance....this will impress them, I am a good boy. They'll give me a break. After ignoring him for about twelve minutes, Keri looked up. "All cleaned up, sweetheart? That was a lovely meal." Gerry bent his head "Thank you, Miss Keri. I tried my best...you said maybe we might have an adventure now? I've been so good...please." Gerry's head was lowered to the floor, and he didn't see the wink that Keri gave Alyssa. "Oh honey.."Keri smiled "You're absolutely right. It's time for you to have a treat." She stood up and motioned Gerry to stand. God she has big breasts...I've never been allowed to see them bare or the nipples even ONCE, but I've seen quite a bit of them...OOh I want her..." All right, sweetie, let's cuff the hands..." Seeing Gerry's face fall, Keri smiled "Honey...you know you can have fun without your hands..do you want to do all that work?" Keri handed the cuffs to Alyssa, who locked Gerry's wrists behind his back. Gerry looked up at Keri, who began massaging his poor penis, on the sensitive vein beneath the head. Quickly she would run her thumb back and forth, and it made him quiver...Alyssa came around and began rubbing the head. OOh. Two beautiful,small white shapely manicured hands were doing quite a travel around his purplish member...They smiled. "What do you want, Gerry?" Keri asked. She'd never called him Gerry before. "I want to cum...please...couldn't I just jerk off, Miss Keri?" He looked with pleading eyes. Keri smiled up at Gerry. "Well, it's about three o'clock, and I think Alyssa has to take her boys home, and I have to do some shopping...and it's time for you to take a nap." Gerry's lip began to tremble. "No whining..." Keri led Gerry into the bathroom, and she and Alyssa made him lie in the bathtub on his back. Keri whispered into Alyssa's ear, and the girls both giggled. Alyssa stood with one foot outside the tub, and one on Gerry's cock, straining with the frustration of 9 miserable months. Keri stood in front of her, and put a stockinged foot on Gerry's mouth. Alyssa began rubbing the penis, and Gerry's hips began shaking. "At last, Gerald..."Keri looked down at her poor slave. "Now?" he asked. "Wasn't it worth the wait? Doesn't that foot feel good?" As Alyssa rubbed her toes on the cock tip, Gerry's hips again began to tremble. He kissed Keri's foot madly in gratitude...here it came..closer and closer...precum began seeping through Alyssa's toes as she rubbed and he pushed. HE WAS ABOUT TO CUM....Gerry looked once more at the beautiful woman giving this exquisite treat, and closed his eyes, thinking of Miss Helen, and what a legacy she'd left him...here it came...
UGH! WATER! All over him! Alyssa's foot was off his cock, right before he spurted, Keri's toes were no longer on his mouth, he opened his eyes, and they'd turned the shower on, freezing cold...the girls doubled over in laughter, Alyssa sitting on the commode, and they left the lavatory, assuring Gerry they'd be back to turn off the water in an hour...Gerry lay in the freezing drench...and sighed.
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