Cary's Frustration
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Submitted by: Justin
Part One
"I give a great handjob, all my boy friends have said this" whispered Lalani
"The difference with Cary is I don't let him cum." Lalani walked into the
bedroom where Cary was lying on the bed as ordered. "Poor Baby," crooned his
lovely wife "Is your poor wee-wee still in pain from all those bad crops?"
Earlier that morning, Lalani's hairdresser, Mike, and his friends from the
Leather House had beaten Cary's poor cock, making him dance at Lalani's pool
party. "Yes, Mistress, said Cary miserably. Alyssa, Lalani's college friend, was
sympathetic. "Jesus, Lalani, his dick has whip marks all over it and what's that
weird red blotch?" Lalani chuckled. "Oh, this morning I was finishing a Lucky
Strike, and all the ash trays were full, so I put it out on his dick." Lalani
paused, chuckling "Cary, baby, you'll remember to clean the ashtrays next time,
won't you? she asked in honeyed tones. "Yes ma'am
Cary responded, through his tears. "Let me put some lotion on this poor cock of
yours." Taking a bottle of baby oil off the nightstand, Lalani poured some into
her right hand, and began rubbing it over Cary's damaged member. Cary watched
Lalani's red nails working over the head of his penis and rubbing the underside
of his shaft. He began to moan, shifting his pelvis into her grasp; but his
clever wife in turn began stroking with only one or two fingers. "Poor thing"
she said in honeyed tones. "Look at him, Alyssa, watch him trying to get
friction in my hand. "Maybe you should get him off "suggested Alyssa. "Make up
for the drubbing of his poor dick" Cary looked hopefully at his wife-mistress,
who was now tickling his scrotum. Lalani began laughing, which caused her
pointed breasts to jiggle in the small black bikini in a way that hypnotized her
poor husband. "Cary, tell Miss Alyssa how long it's been since Mommy let you
have an orgasm."
"Forty-two days, Mistress Alyssa" responded Cary in a kind of breathless voice.
He was holding his thighs very still, and precum was pouring out of the head of
his now purple-ish member, as a nail flicked a big vein. "Forty-two days?" asked
Alyssa disbelievingly. "What?" What kind of a sex life do you two have?" "Oh, I
have a great sex life!" laughed Lalani, as she gripped Cary's meat, baby oil
seeping around her knuckles.
"I'm dating two different guys-one that Michael introduced me to -- you gotto
see him, Lys, he's so cute, and besides them, I just gave Fernando, our pool man
a blowjob lastnight." Lalani casually took off her bikini, and stretched before
returning to the tortured penis. "I promised Fernando that I would blow him if
he could make Cary cry by razor-stropping him, and boy did that hispanic hunk
deliver." Cary looked like he was going to cry. "Yessir, Lalani get's laid but
Cary, on the other hand, wears a chastity belt when he isn't in the house.
"Lalani stroked faster and Cary moaned louder. "He's allowed to jerk off with
his own little hand once and spurt his seed every sixty days, unless I get
pissed, and add a week or so."
Lalani suddenly let go of Cary's thrashing penis as if it were a hot poker.
"Which is eighteen days from now." "Lalani!" protested Alyssa, "The poor guy was
about to cum. Look he's so frustrated he's, Jesus, crying." Alyssa pulled one of
her strawberry curls. "To think he was captain of the Rugby team at Stanford."
Cary lay back on the bed weeping harder from Lalani's cruel tease than he had
from being beaten with the faggot's crops.
The veins in his schlong looked as if they might burst. Lalani looked at Alyssa,
covering her mouth with beautifully manicured fingers. Allysa could tell that
Lani was trying not to laugh. "You mean to tell me" said Lalani, her voice
rising, "That while I was trying to soothe his bastard's miserable beaten-up
dingle with a nice massage, he was AROUSED?" She snarled viciously, but it was
clear that her 34DD chest was heaving with mirth. Lalani picked up her riding
crop and began thwacking her poor husband's now stiff penis as hard as she
could.
"This (strike) is (giggle, strike) an insulting (strike) outrage. And he's been
staring at my breasts too! (strike)" She tossed Alyssa a ruler, and her friend
joined in mauling the tumescent toy, its owner now screaming, in a fresh burst
of tears "PLEASE,STOP, I'LL NOT COME FOR ANOTHER MONTH!" He looked miserable,
but his cock was never harder...
