Alyssa’s Needs

By

Olivia M. Ravensworth

VOLUME-ONE

Part-One

Chapter-One

Unsatisfied Needs

       Brad and Alyssa had been married for about a year and a half when she told him, one evening after a quiet candlelit dinner at home, that she had needs which he could not satisfy.

       “W-w-what do mean?” he asked, shocked.

       Alyssa licked her lips consideringly.  “I’ve come to realize,” she said, quietly but with deliberation, “that by yourself you can’t give me what I need sexually.”

       He could only stare back at her in disbelief, his jaw hanging open.  He tried to speak, but no words came.  Almost of its own accord, his head began to shake back and forth in the negative, scarcely noticed.

       “It’s taken me a long time to realize this, Brad,” she continued without rancour, “and—who knows?—maybe my needs have changed as I’ve gotten a little older and really come to know myself.”  She gave a slight shrug with her expressive dark eyebrows.  “But it’s clear to me now that regardless of how you try to satisfy me sexually, I’m going to need more than you can give.”

       “B-b-but, honey!” he sputtered.  “I-I-I—”  Brad swallowed, then started again.  “Baby, if you want more, then of course I’ll do anything you want, any time you want!  Gosh,” he added incredulously, “I could make love to you two, maybe three times a day if you’d let me, Alyssa!”

       “Not good enough,” she said flatly.

Her voice was like a granite block sliding immovably shut on the last passageway into some mysterious pyramid, and its utter finality made him blanch.  “Look, if you need more than that,” he attempted, “well…”  He bit his lip.  “Why, baby, you know I’d do anything—anything!  I’d eat you, rub you, dildo you—or whatever!—anytime you like.”

       Alyssa blinked silently back at him, heartbreakingly lovely.  He almost thought he saw one corner of those beautiful, suddenly cruel lips twitch in the ghost of a smirk—and then it was gone.

       “In fact,” Brad whispered softly, trying to bring her back to him, “it’d just turn me on so much, too—to know you needed it that bad, and to know I could do everything I ever wanted…”

          Suddenly his poor cock was rigid within his trousers beneath the table as he imagined being required—allowed!—to pleasure his sweet black-haired queen two, three, perhaps four times a day.

Oh, how reciprocally satisfying that would be for him, too—the feel of her supple flesh beneath his worshipful hands and mouth, the intimate warm smell of her excitation, the tangy taste of the over-lubricated nest of hairy pink between her splayed thighs.  The girl was so responsive, so easily excitable.  Sometimes it thrilled him to reach right into her moistening vulva and finger her relentlessly to orgasm, until finally the drowsy, grateful girl begged for the simple comfort of her wild-eyed husband’s penetration of a receptive female body that still glowed with pleasure.  Sometimes, however, it pleased him instead just to open her up with his thumbs without a moment’s notice and nuzzle the blunt head of his cock at the very outside of her vagina, and though she might be excruciatingly tight at first, by the time he had pushed himself balls-deep he would find her shamelessly juiced up, all wet and ready for him.  How flattering that always was to his male pride!

And yet later, even after he had fucked her to his satisfaction and his poor flesh was tired with over-exertion, still the smirking thing loved to accept his caresses.  Naughtily flattered by his restless attentions, she would revel in his unquenchable desire as he whispered into her blood-warmed ear, nibbled teasingly along her pale neck and shoulder and throat, scratched teasingly at dark crinkled nipples that would not yet go flat.  How pleasant it was just to play with that kittenish young body, to make her need him still more.

Indeed, many were the times that, while the shrunken little organ jiggling beneath his belly ached with fatigue, he had reached smilingly into the bedside drawer to pull out an absolutely enormous dildo, thick and swelling and nubby.  Then, as Alyssa’s dark eyes lit up gratefully in her silent expectation, he would slither down between those sweaty thighs and open her up again, hairy and pink and spongy, slippery and salty-sweet.  He might gaze down longingly for a timeless moment into that paradise of used flesh, his nostrils filled with the heavenly, intimate aroma of the very essence of her womanhood.  Finally, smiling serenely in his selfless adoration, he would plunge the great rubbery intruder deep into the gasping girl to take her breath away, and to master her bubbling, sperm-filled depths once more…

Yes, he would do it all, gladly—any way that she liked, any time that she liked, just as much as she liked. 

How he would thrill to the sight of her dear face contorting with orgasm after orgasm which he willingly granted her…  “It would excite me so much to be able to please you like that,” he repeated softly.  “So much…”

       This time Alyssa did smile—a slow-growing curl of her lips that seemed to reveal a glimpse into strange, dark depths within her such as he had never even imagined before.  “Oh, I’ll bet it would,” she said at last, crookedly.  “And yet the point is not exciting your little appetites but fulfilling mine…”

       Brad blinked back at her in confusion.  “Alyssa, baby,” he attempted, “I worship you—”

       “Well, that’s a start,” she said with a trace of slightly ironic satisfaction.

       “I-I-I—”  He gulped.  “I would do anything for you!”

       This time her fathomless dark eyes stared so intently into him that he suddenly quailed before her unreadable mood.  “Anything…?” she wondered softly, arching one smoky eyebrow.

       Brad swallowed, suddenly uncertain.  Her tone was so enigmatic, like nothing he had ever heard from her before, and her eyes gleamed liquid and somehow secretly expectant.  “W-w-well,” he stuttered, “I mean…”

“Because if you’re truly going to promise anything,” she interrupted him calmly, “you should think very carefully about exactly what that means.”  Her dark gaze held him transfixed and somehow vulnerable.  “Very carefully.”

Brad licked his lips.  Just an hour ago he would have promised anything without hesitation, and yet now—now her tone made him hesitate, despite his most loving, most selfless intentions.  “W-well…”

“And you should understand,” Alyssa amplified levelly, “that the desires I now have will take more than just one man to satisfy.”

For a moment Brad was not sure he had heard correctly.  He blinked.  And then suddenly he realized that she truly had said it…  All the blood drained from Brad’s face.  He felt stricken, and his sudden, pounding, hopeful erection deflated with a humiliating rapidity.  “You—you want a divorce?” he choked out.

       This time she was the one to shake her head, with great calm.  “No, sweetie,” she assured him solemnly.  She reached across the table to take his trembling hand in both of her long, smooth, cool ones.  For a moment her face seemed to soften slightly.  “I love you, Brad, I really do.  I just need…well, more.”

       “What do you mean?” he husked out.  His heart stuttered within his cold chest.

       “I want to feel…wild and uninhibited,” she replied with a calm, unshakable purpose, “and to be completely in charge of my own sexuality.  Completely!  I want—”  Her eyes flashed suddenly in the candlelight.  “I don’t know, I want everything.”

       “Don’t I give you everything you want?” he asked in a small voice, his poor little dick shrivelled pathetically.  “Don’t I—”

       “You’ve always given everything you can,” Alyssa interrupted almost regretfully, “but I’ve come to realize that I want more than any one man can give me.”  She took a deep breath.  “I want to feel like a whore sometimes, Brad, to really turn heads and make men who don’t even know me feel crazy with desire.  I just—I just want it all!”

Brad stared back at her, wide-eyed.  All at once it was as if pieces of a puzzle clicked together in his mind, revealing a pattern that he had only cloyingly sensed.  He should have seen this coming, he told himself silently.  Why, perhaps even from the very beginning he should have known she was capable of—of this.

       Sexually, after all, Alyssa had always been delightfully full of surprises.  The slinky brunette was inventive and uninhibited, seductively alluring—always wildly satisfying.  Though never vain or insecure, she obviously had long been quite aware of exactly how pretty she was, and way back when they had first been dating she had learned the extent to which a little pursing of the lips, a half-lidded expression, or a flirty pose could make Brad respond.  She had never before taken advantage of him in any pernicious way—at least that he was aware of, he amended grimly now—and yet he knew all too well how flattered and aroused she herself grew whenever she saw his eyes light up at one of her little games.  Yes, she had always enjoyed making him shiver and beg.

The sable-tressed girl was tall and pale and slender, with beautifully shaped hands and feet, elegant calves and thighs.  Even her forearms were attractive, Brad had told her—the very shape of them, and the downy black hairs which graced her creamy soft skin.  And, of course, well…to someone of Brad’s temperament, those fine dark strands could not help but evoke in his imaginative mind the luxuriant curls brooding odorous and moist and warm in the secret garden between the tops of her sleek thighs.  Mm, yes—even watching the scissoring slide of her trim ankles as she walked or the play of her shapely arm and supple, somehow expressively feminine wrist was enough to set him rigid with desire.  And those seemingly innocent hands?  Why, how beautiful it was to imagine one of those cool white fists wrapped playful and shameless and snug upon the engorged red pillar of the helpless erection she inspired.

And her hips, though not by any means wide, still were long and curvy, very feminine.  When she knew Brad was watching, it pleased her sometimes to accentuate them by posing as if by happenstance with one trim calf ahead of the other. 

And more than once, of course, she had chanced to drop some object so that, bending at her supple waist, the squeezable round cheeks of her shapely bottom stuck out invitingly before him.  Oh, how the supple temptation called to his eyes, his hands, his body!

Alyssa’s bust, moreover, was bouncy and petite and yet just ever so slightly on the full side, especially considering the flatness of her little belly—what a joy it was for him to leer at the beautiful things, to fondle and squeeze them possessively, to suck at their rigid dark tips like a fiend, even to lube them up and make wild, almost fetishistic love to her silken cleavage!  Yes, she often liked to show off those jiggling mounds for Brad, whether in some top scooped to reveal the creamy rounded upper slopes of her breasts or merely with a short, clingy tee-shirt that covered them and yet displayed every smooth curve of her solid swells.  The knowledge of her husband’s reverent gaze always made her easily excitable nipples stand up crinkled and thick and dark, achingly obvious beneath the thin cotton.  And if she happened to take a deep breath or to stretch, pulling her shoulders back to push those suckable nubbins out even more boldly—especially when the couple was out somewhere in public and the poor boy couldn’t just begin molesting the naughty things as he so craved—she smiled secretly to see the sweat begin to bead upon his brow, and his fingers grow twitchy and restless.

Even her hair was striking—heavy and dark, lustrous sable waves that swung and bounced about a cool ivory neck that he so loved to kiss and nuzzle.  She liked to let her tresses blow in the wind, or to allow a long raven swath to fall crookedly over her eye now and then.  She knew exactly how to incline her chin just so and half-turn her head to look back sideways at Brad over her pale shoulder in a way that always made his pulse pound heavily within him.  Her eyes were dark and sultry, long-lashed and accentuated by sly, expressive eyebrows.  Her red lips, she had learned, could be the most wickedly smirking things imaginable.

In short, with her sultry cream-colored face, her slinky young figure, and her sly predilections, she could be an unendurable cock-tease when she felt like making a man suffer.  Sometimes—well, many times, Brad amended silently—it seemed that perhaps the favorite path to her own excitation was to tease him and tantalize him first, to seduce him and enslave him, to make him crave her utterly.  Yes, whenever Alyssa wanted, the smirking girl knew just how to make him helpless and needy in his desperate desire.

Why, once on one of their very first dates, the flirty thing had teased and inflamed the boy so mercilessly throughout the evening that his erection was a constant ache within his suddenly too-tight jeans. 

After dinner at a cosy restaurant, he drove her out into the country at her coy instigation, and he parked the car along some deserted dirt road in the soft moonlight beside a cattail-fringed pond.  And in the peaceful quiet of nature punctuated only by the mating calls of crickets and frogs, she had kissed and necked with him and made him crazy with desire.

He begged her to go further, but though his hands roamed her clothed body hungrily, it had pleased her mood instead to refuse, and to make him suffer exquisitely.  The most she would do was to draw back solemnly, lift her shirt in regal silence, and gravely show him her beautiful little titties gleaming bare and pale and so-obviously stiff-nippled in the moonlight.  Oh, how his breath had caught in his throat!

He started to raise his trembling hands to those ivory globes, but she merely waggled one finger at him in smirking denial.  “They’re so beautiful,” he breathed reverently.  Those high young breasts had felt so good through her blouse, and the thought of wrapping his hands and his mouth around the bare things now was incredibly arousing.  “Please—please let me touch ’em again.”

“Oh, you’re a beast,” she chided him playfully.  “A beast like you won’t touch my little titties again.”

“If you let me,” he promised, “you won’t be sorry.”  Her dark eyes seemed to tease him further, so he licked his lips and panted out, “Your nipples look so yummy!  Please, Alyssa, just let me grab ’em and touch ’em—”

“You’re terrible!” she gasped in feigned shock.  She covered her bosom quickly with coy hands, a movement that stimulated fresh desires far more than they dissuaded, and as she watched his reaction, her eyes were heavy-lidded and knowing.

Back and forth they went in her teasing little game.  He begged her to let him to play with the upstanding handfuls, to squeeze them and suck on them, to tug on those sensitive nubbins of crinkled pink-brown erectile tissue and make her squeal, but smirking primly, the terrible temptress would not even allow his lightest touch on the glorious things.  Brad’s poor erection grew ever more agitated in its frustration.

       “If you’re that horny,” the wicked raven-haired angel said at last, inclining her head so that she could look up at him from beneath her lashes, sultry and provocative, “why don’t you show me…?”
       “Wh-what do mean?” he had asked breathlessly.

       “Show me,” said the bare-breasted girl again, surprising him and exciting him still further by reaching down to open his jeans.  “Show me how excited you are.” 

         Calmly her red-nailed hands unbuttoned and unzipped him, freeing a thick purpled erection that thrust straight up, throbbing untouched in its agony.

       Oh, how kinkily good it was to be exposed before her!  His balls felt full to bursting, and the tiny slit at the tip of his desperate glans already shone with a clear drizzle of anticipatory seminal fluid.  Surely now, he thought, she would take pity upon him…

Brad’s eyes darted to hers, but she merely pursed her sly lips.  “Is that supposed to be for me?” she wondered quietly.

“Uh huh,” he breathed, watching those dark pupils dilate ever wider at the sight of the poor urgent manhood which had plumped up all fat and congested at the very thought of her.  Licking his lips, he watched her appraisingly.

“Why, you must think I’m an awfully dirty girl,” came her soft, teasing voice.  She reached over and tugged at the lever that dropped his bucket seat back, almost flat, so that now as he lay there she towered serenely over him.  She blinked down coquettishly as she calmly opened his shirt to bare his fluttering male chest.  “I mean, you don’t think I’m gonna put that naughty red thing inside of me, do you?”

“M-maybe you could—”

“Nope,” she said evenly, cutting off any and every possible suggestion, “not me.”  She gave a mock-shudder.  “Ooh, not in my pretty little pussy, or in my dainty little mouth either!”

“But—”

“Uh uh,” she said reproachfully.  “You’d probably want to push that great big red thing around inside of me, and just use my lovely white body, all to gratify yourself.  Why, I’ll bet you’d simply do it, and do it, and do it, until you just squirted off and made a big mess all over the inside of me!  Wouldn’t you?”

Brad licked his lips.  “M-maybe…” he said, imagining it.  Oh, God, to grab that beautiful body of hers and just mount her!  To grapple with that slender white flesh, to penetrate her to the very core and make her shudder and gasp as he filled himself with his raging red erection, and every stringy gout of his overflowing lusts…

“Oh, Brad, you’re terrible!”  And yet her dark eyes twinkled as she teased and thrilled him.

He held his breath as the slender white hands that had slid seductively down to the shapely swell of her hips now came slowly back up her bared sides, to nestle alongside her upstanding bosom.  Teasingly her fingers crept along those springy curves toward the dark nubbins of flesh that tipped each breast.  Eyes bright, he watched those fingertips scratch gently along the very outsides of the crinkled areolas.

Brad licked his lips, his gaze on those seductive, red-nailed fingers.  “B-but what about…?”

“My hands…?” she wondered smugly, watching the direction of his eyes.

“Y-yeah!” he breathed eagerly.

“Why, you naughty boy,” she chided him, giving her nipples a slow, purposeful stretch before his wondering eyes, “these hands are for me, not you.”

Unblinkingly he watched those slender fingers pinch at a pair of thick dark puckers, pulling the sensitive things farther, and farther…  Oh, how beautiful it was!

“Besides,” she said primly, “wouldn’t it be naughty and messy?  Oh, I wouldn’t want to do that all over me.  Ick!”

“Alyssa…” he breathed, gazing up helplessly into her glowing visage.

“Are you turned on?” she wondered, teasing and caressing her sensitive flesh with shapely, tapering fingertips.  “Bad?”

“Yeah…” he breathed, his voice ragged as she touched herself so softly.

“Them show me…” whispered Alyssa excitedly.  Smirking, she started to pinch and squeeze at her nipples in earnest, making her eyelids flutter.

Oh, how Brad desired her!  And yet, he realized, though his body longed for the feel of her smooth skin all over him, at least for now it was her pleasure instead to make him suffer.  He was not allowed to touch her, and though she had bared him to her enigmatic gaze, his sweet seductress did not deign to touch his hungry flesh.  Nervously he glanced down his belly toward the erection that climbed straight up, pounding untouched in its utter male enormity, already oozing with its helpless desires.  Despite himself, the hands sweating at his sides twitched in uneasy sympathy.

“Come on, Brad,” she said with sly insinuation, “you’re not really gonna wait till you get home, are you?”  With queenly grace, she rolled her own lengthened nipples slowly between her thumbs and fingertips.

“W-what do you mean…?” the boy asked her unwillingly.  Oh, for if after this incredible teasing game she still she would not satisfy him and he had to go back home in this state—why, he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from beating off almost immediately!  And yet she could not really mean that…could she?

“Go ahead,” she urged him softly.  She flicked her lashes swiftly at the hard-on which her sweet provocations had erected.  “Show me how much I turn you on.  Show me what I make you need to do to yourself.”

Brad licked his lips.  The notion embarrassed him, and for a moment his penis softened slightly in his discomfort.  No girl had ever seen him do that—it was just too   private.  And yet…well, how desperately he needed his release! 

He hesitated, teetering between his mortifying embarrassment and his almost unendurable arousal.  It seemed impossible to think of playing with himself before this girl, of doing the secret, shameful things which surely everyone did but which he had never shown another.  And yet—and yet how the blood raged in his engorged phallus!

Brad looked up into the eyes that held him exposed and helpless and yet also painfully excited.  “Sh-should I…?” he asked at last, shyly.

Alyssa smiled regally down at him, caressing her pale, lovely bosom with teasing, unashamed hands.  “Yes!” she whispered.

Swallowing, then, Brad reached embarrassedly down and began to masturbate before her…

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Alyssa’s Needs

By

Olivia M. Ravensworth

Volume Two

Part One

The Story So far:

After conceding he will never be enough on his own to satisfy the sexual cravings of his rapacious wife Alyssa, young Brad is forced to concede his descent into her cuckold and made to witness her first gang-bang before she insists he perform for her.

Now read on:

CHAPTER TWELVE

At Last, Watching Her

For a long moment after waking from the crazy sex-dream, Brad lay there in the darkness, confused in the fading recollection and scarcely able yet to discern what was and wasn’t real.  Where was he? he asked himself uncertainly.  What was happening?  A moment before, he had crouched in that subterranean temple of perversities, creeping naked and uncertain through torch-lit corridors of dark stone to watch some ritualistic orgy with his own smirking, sly-eyed white wife lying flushed and splay-limbed and absolutely full of sperm at the very center of the mysterious labyrinth…  But, no—that was just a dream.  Wasn’t it…?

Brad’s heart pounded heavily, and he was acutely conscious of the fact that his cunt-stinking naked organ towered plump and reddened above his trembling belly, absolutely engorged.  He blinked groggily, his body still seeming to vibrate to the haunting rhythm of the dream, the cadence of thousands of tramping feet plodding in time to the hips of one devoted worshipper after another. 

But surely he must be in his own bed, mustn’t he? he wondered in vague confusion.  Brad let out his breath, licked his lips.  Still that sensual rhythm seemed to shake his very soul.  Slowly he turned his head—

And saw that beside him Alyssa lay smooth and white and supple upon her back, clinging happily to the biceps of a huge black man making desperate love to her…

Brad swallowed.  His own poor erection softened for a moment with the sudden shock of it all.  And yet after the long months during which his wife had been goading and teasing him ever closer to this night—and especially after the long evening of group sex he had only half-willingly hosted upon his darling’s splayed nude form!—what he felt now was, of course, perhaps rather less than shock.  He was surprised, naturally, but…well, he could no longer be precisely shocked at the mere notion of another man’s dick shoved thick and striving up his own wife’s supple vagina, could he?  No, not when at her tantalizing prodding he had broken down and begged her to fulfil her wicked needs—and, perhaps in a way, his as well…

Still, he told himself shakily, she had already just hosted a gangbang, four strangers’ rampant erections shoved blunt and naked and squirting all the way down into her teasing, betraying hole, followed up with the poor cuckolded Brad himself.  Did she really need this terrible midnight snack as well?  If the insatiable thing had awakened and needed to be touched again, needed to be kissed and groped and fondled, needed to lie open and unashamed, crushed and penetrated and absolutely filled with cock, surely all she had to do was wake Brad.  Oh, for even though he had sated himself utterly on her wicked flesh after the others had used it, still he would have done anything for her, anything!

Of course, well, anything also included merely looking on while some other lucky stud simply fucked his wife like a piece of meat, didn’t it?  How humiliating this was for her poor husband!  And yet he could not stop looking…  Grimly and yet with a helpless curiosity, Brad rolled over on his side, sat up on his elbow a little, and watched in silence as the muscular man hammered the slender girl back into the sheets.

This new lover was big and athletic, powerfully built, with a smooth-shaven head.  The man’s eyes were screwed shut in joy, his dark lips curled up in an instinctive smile.  Oh, how clearly this stranger enjoyed that sweet, slender flesh!  Brad thought he glimpsed an earring gleaming in the brawny man’s lobe, and it seemed likely that the stranger wore a close-cropped goatee, but the light was too poor to tell for certain.  His organ, Brad saw with shock and with some dismay as well, was absolutely enormous—ten or twelve inches if it was one!  God, how small that made poor Brad feel…

He peered a little more closely, not particularly surprised to find that the giant organ which split the musky flesh between his wife’s splayed thighs repeatedly wore no condom.  Yes, that was how she liked it, all right—bareback and juicy, so that when she was done there could be absolutely no doubt about just what a slut she had been. 

No, no daintiness for Alyssa, no pretences of girlish squeamishness.  She didn’t need to be wined and dined, she didn’t need to be romanced and seduced—she just wanted to be fucked, hard, and she needed the salty evidence of her nameless stud animal’s goopy splooge to show her precisely how desirable and feminine and free she was.  Licking his lips uncertainly, Brad watched that swollen, naked dark thing slide back and forth in the over-lubricated hairy nest beneath his wife’s moist, curl-wreathed lower belly.  Oh, what a monstrous load that gigantic black cock would leave inside of her…

Hungrily this stranger possessed her, savagely, stuffing her already sperm-slicked cunt with a cock that stabbed deep and thick, wallowing within her receptive interior.  And yet—well, this was just a little bit exciting, too, wasn’t it…?  Brad bit his lip as he felt his own betraying penis stiffen again, swelling fat and agitated at the sight of his dear Alyssa being treated so.  Yes, this was what she wanted, after all, what over the months she had secretly trained him to crave as well, what she had made him beg for—the chance for the girl to fulfil her any and every needs in the most profound way possible, all so that she could feel wild and womanly and wanted, desirable as a goddess and dirty as a whore, and as remorseless as either.

Despite himself, he suddenly could not help wishing this fucking upon her with a vengeance.  Why, there seemed to be no end to her needs, her desires, her whims.  Well, then if she wanted to try a great big thick black dick like that, so be it!  Let her get stretched with that enormous veiny dark member, split wide open to the very bottom of her surprised womb, with those whorish pink cunt-walls stretched wider, wider, wider than she had ever even imagined before!  Let her be shaken to the very core, possessed so utterly that the squirming girl couldn’t take another inch of dick even if she wanted to!  Let her narrow little body be crushed beneath this muscular man’s demanding weight, her slinky white flesh clutched in the splayed fingers of his big hands, her shapely ass slapped and pummelled with his great swinging balls!  Yes, and after teasing and pleasing the mindless male animal who perhaps imagined that he was the swaggering instigator of the encounter, let that fucking teasing slut finally be flooded with every thick spurt of her purported ravisher’s overflowing jism…

Oh, how beautiful was his betraying angel-slut, how desirable!  Shuddering helplessly, Brad put out a tentative hand, reaching for a smooth white haunch that shook to every thrust of the other man’s wild lusts.  So this was what it was to watch her truly get fucked! he marvelled.  He had imagined it over and over during the whole of the previous evening, beating off helplessly as he listened to her every lovely sigh, and now here he was, finally seeing it all firsthand! 

How wickedly exciting it was!  God, he wished it were he himself grunting out his own desperate passions within her, but if that was not yet to be again, then at least he would watch every slippery stroke.  And, oh, to feel that lovely white flesh in the throes of its debauchery, to share vicariously, voyeuristically in her wanton deeds as her smooth, confident young flesh cavorted to its utmost…

Breathless, he cupped the swell of her hip and buttock in his measuring palm, feeling her jiggle.  Tenderly he glided his shy fingertips up the naked flank of his splayed-open wife, feeling her hip, her waist, the side of her ribcage beneath the pads of his fingers.  It was strange to do so, and to know that at the very same time she was giving herself to the other without remorse.  There was another man’s thick dick inside of her now, sliding, plunging, striving, and poor Brad was relegated merely to the teasing outside of her, and yet he could not help himself.  He had to touch her sweet white flesh.  His cruel mistress was simply so alluring, so irresistible even in the midst of her wicked adultery.  She felt so good beneath his reverent palm.

His own cock, that ignored thing probably only half the size of member of the shiny dark sex machine grunting away within her in enormous strokes, still felt priapically large.  Oh, maybe he didn’t have a freakishly giant dick like this fellow did, but how swollen and ready the husband felt once again!  Breathing heavily, he ran his palm across the silken shoulder from which reached up the shapely white arm whose hand clutched so happily at her ravisher’s big biceps.  Trembling, he rotated his wrist and reached farther, groping for the familiar swell of that lovely naked breast.  Oh, how he needed to touch her, to cup and caress that tender mound, to grope for the dusky tip of puckered, sensitive meat that crowned it!  Licking his lips, he squeezed his wife’s naked breast appraisingly, imagining that if he only edged closer, perhaps she might at least let the poor boy feast upon that achingly rigid and alluring nipple.  God, how his mouth watered!  Oh, how he wanted to make her shiver and squeal!

At this tentative motion, however, Alyssa rolled her head to the side and looked him in the eye with a smirk. 

Pursing her sly red lips, she released her lover’s brawny arm for a moment to free one white hand, and then, without deigning to say a word, she wagged one graceful finger reproachfully at her needy husband.  Abashed, Brad bit his lip and withdrew his hand, and with a faint nod the girl rolled her head back to gaze once more up at the muscular man who laboured so wildly within her.  For a long moment she simply lay slim and white and beautiful beneath the stranger’s insistent physical demands, splayed open and wet and calmly receptive for his rugged penetration.

“Not yet,” she told Brad quietly, after a time.  “No titties for you.  Right now my body is all for him.”

“Yes, mistress,” whispered Brad obediently.

“H-hey,” gasped the other man, “I get some of those titties, though, don’t I?  They sure do look yummy…”

“Oh, of course!” purred Alyssa sweetly.  “Anything for you, baby.”

“Mm, thanks!”  The shiny black man grinned in the darkness and lowered his face to the girl’s available young chest and nuzzled there for a moment, caressing her with the tip of his broad nose, his cheeks, his murmuring mouth.  Soon, however, he growled and sucked at those tempting puckered nipples in earnest.  As Brad goggled enviously, the man licked those rigid nipples, bit them, drew back his mouth to stretch the things beautifully high.  Oh, yes, that was what Brad had wanted to do!  He knew she absolutely loved to be treated like that, to have the sensitive crinkles at the tips of her beautiful breasts groped and fondled and sucked, absolutely molested.  But now it was the other man’s lips that smacked and slobbered noisily.

Poor Brad, erect and untouched and helplessly aroused, could only watch as his wife shivered prettily at the big stranger’s flattering hunger.  Oh, how she must have felt it!  Yes, she always did love her nipples played with.  She liked to tease first, to bend over and flash a gorgeous swath of silken white cleavage, or to draw her shoulders back as if by accident and thus make the crinkled rigidity of those dark peaks press thick and obvious through whatever garment she was wearing.  Eventually, though, as her wicked flirtations escalated, she would grow more and more aroused until finally the pointed dark peaks could take the wildest stretching, the most desperate molesting…  Yes, Brad knew just what she liked.

“Only, ah…go easy a little, would you, sweetheart?” she said at last, grimacing slightly.  “God, you can’t imagine how those other guys have treated me…”

Brad bit his lip at the note of quiet awe in her words.  On the one hand, it was wickedly arousing to hear with what thoroughness and ruthlessness her lovely little white bosoms had been treated by all those other hungry lips and tongues and teeth, all those grasping hands. 

Oh, how she must have revelled beneath their happy savagery!  Surely those lovers had devoured those teasing dark nipples of hers!  Yeah, she got exactly what she had wanted, and more!

And yet…well, on the other hand, it was somehow strangely reassuring, too, to hear her unguarded admission, for it made her once again ever so slightly more human and reachable, a creature of flesh and blood just as Brad was. 

Yes, for though his cruel white mistress liked to portray herself to him as having absolutely insatiable sexual appetites, for the long-suffering husband to see her come to some limit of her flesh now was somehow comforting.  How his heart went out to the girl!

Reluctantly, and with a slow, savoring smack, the stranger’s mouth released the tender morsel of erectile tissue upon which he had been sucking.  “Aw, all right,” chuckled the big man regretfully.  Breathing heavily as he plowed her, he kissed with an almost gallant gentleness at each crinkled peak.  “But next time maybe let me in on the first round, huh?  Man, those guys had all the luck!”

“Oh, I know, baby,” she crooned indulgently, “I know.”  She seemed to sneak a sideways peek a Brad, and then smirked up at the other man again.  “You just can’t help wanting to play with my pretty little titties, huh?” she pressed him teasingly.  “They sure do look yummy, don’t they…?”

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“Y-y-yeah,” he grunted raggedly.  The big splayed fingers which grasped her alabaster shoulders seemed to twitch faintly with the effort of restraining himself.

“Oh, those other guys definitely thought so!” chuckled Alyssa.  “Why, they squeezed and bit ’em and slobbered all over ’em.  One guy even whacked himself off on me and just squirted his cum all over those yummy nipples…”

Poor Brad could only shiver helplessly as he imagined it.  He thought he saw his wife smile faintly.

“You wish you could touch ’em, don’t you?” she teased the broad-shouldered man who mated with her slender white body.  “You’d love to just yank ’em, hard.  You really want to make me squeal…”

The interloper licked his lips, his whole body quivering as he grappled with her.  “God, I wanna make you feel it…”

“Oh, but you are, big boy,” she smiled, “you are.  Mm, that big black cock of yours feels just right down there…”

“Yeah,” the man murmured happily, kissing her neck, her ears, her lips, “you want it like that, don’t you, little girl?”  Gruntingly he thrust himself into her.  “You want a great big dick to split you wide, dontcha?  Oh, you want it bad…”

“And no matter how many other cocks have dicked me tonight,” she replied primly, “that pussy is all for you now, baby, all for you…”  She smiled benevolently.  “Mm, enjoy it.  Use it.”

Alyssa closed her eyes contentedly for a moment, her slender white body shaking rhythmically as the other man pounded her into the mattress. 

How beautiful it was! Brad marvelled again.

Oh, how lovely she was, how smooth and shapely and desirable!  Even stretched wide by some other man’s swollen dark organ, pinned hard to the bed like a fragile white butterfly, still she was heartbreakingly alluring to the poor cuckolded husband.  Despite the shame and humiliation of it all, the betraying flesh of Brad’s instinctively rigid phallus would not soften.

Eventually, though, Alyssa spared her husband another pitying glance.  She slid her slow eyes up and down her husband’s helplessly aroused body, neither avoiding nor particularly dwelling upon his oh-so obvious erection.  Finally she looked searchingly into his wide-eyed face.  She gazed at the poor boy for a long moment, smirking faintly.  “You may masturbate,” she said at last.

Brad bit his lip.  Yes, he was impossibly excited, but to lie there and whack off while some other man was fucking his own dear wife balls-deep…why, that was too much!  Oh, certainly he had thought of such a thing almost constantly earlier in the evening, as he listened helplessly from the other side of his closed bedroom door while all those other guys gangbanged her beautiful body.  Yet now that the possibility was so close before him, he suddenly had cold feet.  No matter the unutterable depths of his restless arousal, it seemed now that to do this while the other man was right there watching him would simply be too embarrassing.  Yes, his own organ was betrayingly rigid and ready, but he simply could not force himself to expose his terrible desires like that.

Yet Alyssa’s eyes held his.  She narrowed her lids.  “You may masturbate,” she told him again, pointedly.

Brad licked his lips. 

He wanted to hold out, wanted to feel strong and to maintain some last vestige of pride—and yet he could not, he realized, both because of the faintly threatening power simmering in his wife’s long-lashed eyes and because of his own helpless arousal.  Despite its recent compulsive satiation, his own organ was engorged and needy once more, his balls aching with their mindless lusts.  He would not have thought it possible again so soon, but he craved mindlessly to squirt just once more!  And of course he did not dare disobey her…  “Y-yes, mistress,” he replied uneasily.  Awkwardly he rolled off his elbow and lay all the way back down.

Finally, then, with his head turned so that eyes were filled with the wicked sight of Alyssa being fucked like some nameless slut, his nose breathing deep of the delirious smell of her overexcited and already copiously used young flesh, his very body shaking on the mattress that some other man’s urgent striving set into motion, Brad reached down his trembling belly and smoothed his palm over the taut flesh of his throbbing cock. 

It seemed hideously embarrassing…but, really, despite his inhibitions, he could scarcely restrain himself.  He needed it so bad, so bad…  He ran his fingers down the sensitive skin beneath the glans, down to the scrunched-up bag sperm-factories nestled below, then wrapped his thumb instinctively around the base of his shaft.  Groaning faintly, he began to pull at himself.  God, it felt good!

“Do you like watching me?” she wondered softly as she eyed her breathless husband.

“Yes, mistress,” he sighed.  “Thank you!”  Shivering happily, he masturbated under her drowsy gaze.

“You find it exciting, I presume,” she said lightly, “to see me with my legs up and my pussy full of that great big black dick?”

“Yes, mistress!”  Wide-eyed, he licked his lips.  “So, so much…”

“Then enjoy it, slave,” she instructed him.  “Grovel in it.  Show me what turns on a naughty husband like you.  Show me how aroused you are to see your wife get her sloppy wet pussy fucked.”

“M-my pleasure,” said Brad eagerly, moving a tight fist up and down his ready flesh.

“Yeah, you love watching me get fucked by that great big dick, don’t you?” she teased her husband.  “And did you see the size of those balls?  I can hardly imagine how much jizz he’s carrying!  But you know I’m gonna let this guy just finish inside me with a great big splat, don’t you…?”

Brad groaned as he imagined it.  “Y-yes, mistress,” he whimpered.

“You sure you don’t mind that?” she wondered teasingly.

“N-no,” Brad replied shakily as he yanked at his excited organ.

“Really?” she smirked.  “No matter what a big, gloppy mess he makes in me…?”

“O-of course not, mistress,” whispered the cuckolded husband, wildly erect as the picture blazed in his mind’s eye.  “Whatever the mistress desires.”

“Good,” she purred softly.  Her slender body shook as the black man possessed it gruntingly.  “Then you won’t mind if I spend some time and get him really worked up, huh?  So that he can get all drizzly inside and then blow me the biggest goddamned load of splooge possible…?”

Brad’s nostrils flared.  “S-s-ounds good…” he panted.

“Mm, sure does!” interjected the other man, chuckling above them.  “Oh, gal, you really know how to turn a guy on!”

“Why, you don’t know the half of it, big boy,” she smirked up at her brawny lover. 

Lying patiently beneath the huge black man who pleasured himself within her, Alyssa rolled her head over and watched for several long moments as her husband masturbated feverishly right alongside of the adulterous pair.  “No orgasm for you, of course, Brad,” she reminded him at last, matter-of-factly.

“Wh-what?” Brad gasped.

“Oh, the usual punishment stands.”  She smiled cruelly.

Brad’s face seemed to flush even deeper.  For a moment he could only gape at her in disbelief.  Yet his hand still flailed of its own accord, instinctive and urgent.

“You do remember what it is, don’t you, Brad…?” she wondered with a faint threat in her syrupy voice.

“Y-yes, mistress,” he whispered.  Oh, how cruel she was, how powerfully commanding!  Still, he told himself, even this mockery of true pleasure was still better than anything he had experienced during the endless months and months leading up to last night.  He could restrain himself, but even that teasing restraint nevertheless brought profound enjoyment.  Yes, for even if he was denied his rightful climax, still he knew how to pleasure his body just so much and no more, to make it thrill with the nearness of its forbidden release.  Yes, he would show her!

Excitedly he yanked at his engorged flesh, hungrily, bringing himself deliciously close to the feelings he craved with such desperation.  Vesicles seemed to twitch and throb within the clenching base of his scrotum, fluids roiling and seething, and with a shiver Brad had to slow his hand so as not to let the sweet feelings overwhelm him.  Why, if that were to happen…  Yes, for she would make good on her threat, he felt grimly sure, heedless of the fact—or perhaps even spurred on by the fact? he wondered bleakly—that some strange man was there watching it all!  Brad blanched at the thought.

He felt one single drop of clear, anticipatory seminal fluid bubble from the bottom of his tight-curled testicles, wriggle up though every congested inch of his swollen manhood, and finally ooze from the tip of his purple cockhead.  Oh, how his nerves jangled in their delirious joy!  He caught his breath, and then as his almost unbearable excitement ebbed ever so slightly, he began the tantalizing process again.  Through it all he knew that even as another man made love to her, still the sly-eyed Alyssa monitored her husband’s helpless struggles.  The knowledge was naughtily thrilling.

“Yes, play with yourself all you want, Brad,” Alyssa told him.  “That’s all you get, ’cause right now every inch of my little body is for him.”  Smirking, she looked up at this new lover from beneath coquettishly lowered lids.  “Isn’t it, baby?”

“Y-y-yeah,” groaned the big man unsteadily, grinding himself into her.  “Mm mmm, you feel good!”

“Ooh, I’m glad you like,” she replied playfully.  “But—”  She stopped, as if struck by an afterthought, then continued teasingly, “But, gosh, you really don’t mind making love to me even after five other guys have already fucked my little white body and come all over the inside of it?  You don’t mind sloppy, ah…sloppy sixths?”

“N-no problem,” grunted the man, fucking her hard.  “If it was good enough for them, it’s good enough for me.”  His balls slapped wetly against Alyssa’s shapely buttocks.

“Well, that’s the spirit,” shrugged Alyssa with a smirk.

“Man, it feels like that last guy must’ve come about a week’s worth, though!” chuckled the athletic interloper.  “He left you juicy as all hell, baby.”

“Oh, that one was more like a month’s worth, I’m sure,” corrected the girl airily.  Unnoticed, she gave a secret, crooked little quirk of her lips toward the trembling Brad.

Biting his lip, the poor husband could not help thrilling deep within.  He yanked breathlessly at his congested organ.  For, oh, how true it was!  How many, many weeks of his pent-up, aching, unsatisfied lusts he had poured into her!  His final release had been almost unbearable in its joy—how he had shivered and sweated, whimpering gratefully in his sweet agony!  Oh, and how good it had been, at long, long last, to defile her with every overflowing spurt of his impossible bliss!  Yes, surely even now, hours later and with another man impaled within her, the spongy pink chalice of her whorish pussy was still swimming with her husband’s copious sperm!  There was a kinky thrill in the knowledge.

“A month!” the other exclaimed.  “Gawd, girl!” 

He shook his head pityingly as his heavy scrotum splashed in the cooling, stringy froth of Brad’s titanic, long-delayed ejaculation.  Grinning tightly, he thrust himself into the mess again and again.  “Well, at least you finally gave it to him,” he added with a shrug.

“Just magnanimous, I guess,” she commented lightly.  She sneaked another peek at Brad as he masturbated helplessly to the sight, the sound, the smell of her delicious little body getting plowed so enthusiastically by the muscular intruder.  “Either that,” she added with a mischievous smile, “or I just wanted to feel another load in my cunt.”

“It’s all good, baby,” the black man grinned, “it’s all good.”

Her body shook as he pounded her, but her voice was calm and sly.  She watched the man labour within the open pink temple of her womanhood, sweating, enjoying every inch of her. 

Brad licked his lips, masturbating helplessly along with the adulterous pair’s copulation, and he saw that now and then his wife sneaked a peek over at him as well.  Oh, it was so kinky!

On and on went the terrible lovemaking, the virile stranger pleasuring himself within the welcoming white flesh of Brad’s beloved at the same time that the poor husband could not help watching, and yanking at himself like a teenager.  Enmeshed in the slender girl’s enticing web of sensual excesses, both men teased and titillated themselves at Alyssa’s behest, each one reluctant to let it end…yet each, Brad knew, blushing, for vastly different reasons.

Finally, though, the girl reached up and began touching the man’s nipples purposefully.  Brad’s face burned with envy as the other shivered.  “Mm, nice…” growled the interloper.  “But maybe a little harder, huh?”

“Like this?” wondered Alyssa, raking her red nails with inventive savagery across the dark points crowning the man’s muscular chest.

“Y-yeah…” he sighed.

“Ooh, you are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” she teased the big man, pinching at him mercilessly.  “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

“Mm hmm,” he sighed, seemingly oblivious to her faint mockery.  Shivering, he fucked her.  “Feels good!”

“Yeah, show me how good it feels, big man,” she smiled crookedly.  She watched appraisingly as the huge, muscular form shivered and grunted above her seemingly vulnerable little body.  “Perform for me.”

“Uh huh,” gasped her sweating lover, “uh huh!”

Alyssa continued patiently for awhile, lying splayed beneath the other’s desperate lovemaking, but after a few moments Brad could sense the smirk growing upon her pretty face.  “Give me your cum now, big boy,” she told the broad-shouldered black man.

“Mm, not yet, baby,” the interloper murmured, changing the tempo of his hips slightly.  “You got one smoooooth pussy, and I think I’m gonna enjoy it nice and slow.”  He licked his lips.  “Hey, keep pinching my nipples, though, huh?  Man, that feels good!”

“I want to feel your sperm inside of me,” she told him again, her voice hardening, “every goddamned drop.  Show me how bad I make you need to come.”

“Ooh, dirty girl, huh?” chuckled the other, apparently not recognizing the tone of voice which the better-trained Brad did.  “Well, I sure like that, but hang on, baby, I’ll get there.  You’re just such a good fuck, I don’t want it to end yet!”  Grinning, he plowed her slowly.  “Mm, your fingers feel nice, though…”

“Gimme your cum,” she commanded.  “Splooge me.  Now.”  And with practiced fingers she pinched and plucked at the points of the man’s nipples, torturing the poor thing with such sweetly savage attentions that despite his obvious intention of making it last, the surprised man could not help simply throwing back his shaven head and pouring every spurt of his semen into her with a long, low groan.  His dark scrotum seemed to the envious Brad as big as both of the cuckolded husband’s fists together, absolutely full of its lusts, and the great thing took a long time to empty itself.  The man shivered and shook with the exquisite joy of it all, his sac clenching and writhing as it disgorged its clingy load into the bottom of Brad’s wife’s pussy.

On and on went the stranger’s orgasm, so obviously fulfilling even to the silent, cuckolded onlooker lying wide-eyed next to the suddenly sperm-filled brunette.  It was all Brad could do not to loose his own jism in sympathy—biting his lip, he had to clamp down hard somewhere deep inside.  Wild sensations stuttered within the squirming root of his penis, and for a moment the panicked boy wasn’t sure he could hold back.  Muscles locked in an agony of desperation, he struggled against something that his poor body could not help but long for wordlessly.  And yet what he longed for and what Alyssa longed for, he knew all too well, were quite different things…  He was determined, though, not to let his mindless red dick write a check that his poor mouth would have to cash, and eventually it was only another drizzle of thin fluid that oozed out onto his motionless fingers.

At last the other once-proud black man collapsed helpless upon the slender body of the girl who had mastered him so utterly.  “Wow…”  Gasping in the fragrant heaven of the girl’s flowing dark tresses, he worked to catch his breath.  “Baby, you really know what to do…”

“Of course,” smirked Alyssa prettily.

“Man,” said the stranger, raising his head to look over to the still-unsatisfied Brad, “you sure are one lucky dude, to have a wife like this!”                      

He shook his head faintly, then with some reluctance climbed back to his knees.  His big black cock, still impressively large even when mostly deflated, still drizzled its sperm into the sheets of Brad’s bed.  “All right, buddy—your turn now.”  Grinning, he stuck out a genial fist in the cuckolded husband’s direction.

“Uh, thanks,” Brad replied.  Hurriedly he released his own penis and gave the other a comradely fist-bump.

“I’ll catch you later, huh?” said the stranger to Alyssa as he stepped into jeans and pulled a dark t-shirt down his long, sculpted torso.

          “You bet, big boy,” she replied with a wink.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The Sweetest Worship

With eyes growing accustomed to the darkness, Brad watched as the muscular black stranger who had just made love to his wife departed.  The man left the bedroom quietly, yet with what appeared to be a little swagger, and then he crossed the rest of the apartment unseen.  Eventually Brad heard the door to the hallway open and then shut behind him.  Naked and erect, aroused and yet wildly unsatisfied, Brad finally looked over to his smirking wife.

“Well?” she wondered.  “You did finally want to see your darling wifey get fucked, didn’t you, instead of just listening from the other room?  Are you glad I let you watch?”

“Yes!” Brad breathed.  He licked his lips, gazing into her calm, faintly smirking face.  His poor penis stood straight up in its purpled agitation.  “Thank you, mistress,” he added reverently.

He thrilled to see her smile in response.  “Oh, you’re quite welcome, Brad.”

“You were so beautiful…”  He shivered as he replayed it again in his mind—the sight of his wife’s narrow little white body happily crushed beneath the straining mass of the other man’s desperate desires, the way she sighed and shuddered prettily to every slippery thrust, the smell of her overexcited cunt all sloppy and wet and warm, the bed jouncing beneath him as the adulterous pair copulated right next to him…  Oh, he was still so fearsomely excited!

Brad thought quickly for a moment.  She hadn’t yet commanded him to stop masturbating, had she…?  Taking a chance, he reached down and began pulling at the sticky flesh of his engorged penis once more.

To his exquisite delight, his dirty angel, smooth and white and now flooded with another man’s sperm, reached over and began playing delicately with his nipples.  He shuddered contentedly, his lids fluttering.

“Yeah, that’s what my naughty cuckold-slave needs now, huh?”  Smiling, she pinched and plucked at his nipples as he masturbated.

“Y-yeah…” he groaned happily, squirming in her skilled clutches.

Alyssa smirked.  “You got turned on pretty bad seeing your dear little wifey stuffed full of someone else’s dick, didn’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” whimpered Brad.  He writhed beneath her calm, merciless nails, red-faced and sweating.

“Seeing me shiver and moan,” she wondered slyly, “as that big-dicked black giant covered me with his strong body, just pleasuring himself within me?”

“Mm hmm!” shuddered Brad, masturbating happily as she teased and tormented the tingling points of erectile tissue crowning his heaving chest.

“And you love knowing that I got absolutely filled with his cum, don’t you?” she said wickedly.  “You love me all sweaty and hairy and open, just oozing with his jism…”

“Uh huh,” Brad grunted, yanking at himself shamelessly.  “Uh huh!”  He swallowed as she tortured him so sweetly.  “Mm, feels good, honey,” he murmured, pulling back his shoulders the better to present the points of his male nipples to her knowing red nails.

“And this is the way you like it now, huh?” Alyssa wondered innocently, stimulating him with her expert red nails.  “You want me to help you come?  Even knowing everything that’s been done to me, you wanna just whack off and squirt like a pig while I watch it all…?”

“Yeah!” he shuddered.  Liquid fire burned and throbbed in his groin, threatening—promising!—to overflow.  God, he was close, so close!  “Please,” whimpered Brad mindlessly, “please…”

“Well, it’s my pleasure, slave,” murmured Alyssa.  Placidly she scratched and pinched at her husband’s hairy little erogenous zones, making him pant and sweat and writhe.

“Th-thank you, mistress!” he gasped, shuddering.  “Thank you!”  His fist was shameless upon his turgid organ.

“Of course, you do realize, don’t you,” she wondered mildly as she scratched and plucked at him, “that the punishment still stands…?”

“Wh-what?” he gasped.  Despite his enormous sensual agitation, his hand suddenly stopped.

“Why, you know the punishment for masturbating to orgasm without my permission, Brad,” the girl said nonchalantly, still teasing his nipples remorselessly.  She looked meaningfully down into his eyes.  “Don’t you…?”

“Yes,” he whispered, blushing deeper.  Yet despite the implicit threat, the sweet sensation of those knowing fingertips made his untouched cock quiver and ooze and drip.

“I just assumed you were ready to pay the price,” she shrugged.

“N-no…” stammered Brad, aghast.

“Well, gosh,” replied Alyssa in mock innocence, blinking coquettishly at the erection standing purple and undeniable before her gaze, “that’s very inconsiderate of you.”  She pouted prettily as he goggled back at her.  “I mean, you do know I have something of a soft spot in my heart for the thought of seeing you gobble up a big disgusting load of splooge.  I guess I just thought that after all I had done for you, you were going to do something nice for me, something that would turn me on, too…”

Brad swallowed.  The feel of those wicked fingertips upon his nipples was almost unendurable.  How sweet it was, and with what practiced skill did she stimulate him!  It was all he could do to resist.  “I—”  He stopped, then thought for a moment, trying to choose his words carefully, so as to appear neither as disobeying her will nor as acquiescing in any new humiliation.  “I am sorry, mistress,” he simply said at last.

At this Alyssa smiled.  “Good,” she said softly.  Smirking faintly, however, she kept up her distracting attentions upon his chest, tantalizing him relentlessly.

Her knowledge of his familiar erogenous zones was complete, her torture correspondingly exquisite.  Brad’s poor cock stood thick and red, standing straight up from his trembling belly.  Quivering, it oozed faintly at the top if its swollen purple head, and his balls seemed to twitch and stutter somewhere deep within, as if his betraying flesh was trying to decide whether it might be possible to attain climax with such teasingly indirect stimulation.  Oh, he hoped not!  As it was, after all, it still took all of his willpower to keep from reaching down and simply yanking himself into a spattering frenzy.  Biting his lip, Brad had to put his hands beneath the backs of his thighs to help prevent himself from succumbing to the sweet temptation.

Eventually, after many long moments during which Alyssa toyed with him as if it was merely for her pleasure alone, the sly-eyed girl said, as if it were an afterthought, “I suppose, though, Brad, that if you wanted another orgasm, I could allow you to put your dick inside and fuck me.”

“Really?” gasped Brad.  “Oh, thank you, mistress—thank you!”  Hastily he clambered between her still-splayed thighs, his cock swollen and ready.

“All you have to do—”

“Y-yes…?”  Brad froze, suddenly wary.

“—is lick me out first,” she concluded mischievously.

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