“That’s it, baby,” Ashley panted, “give me that cock. I need it so bad.”
Her breasts hung between her arms, bouncing up and down as she leaned forward to get a different angle, gripping Darren’s hairy thighs with her hands. Her green eyes burned. Kyle had never seen anything like this. You could watch all the porn in the world, he sadly reflected, or go to any live sex show you wanted.
But the one thing you’d never see would be the fire in Ashley’s beautiful eyes, the hot green glow of genuine desire, of a woman who has not only chosen to be in this situation, but has worked to bring it about. It’s the difference between seeing a tiger in the zoo, and finding one in the jungle.
“Are you watching this, Virg?” she growled at Kyle. “Are you watching how a real man fucks? You wish this was your cock, don’t you? I bet you do. You wish you were fucking me now, lying on my bed like Darren is and watching me ride your cock instead of his.”
She looked absolutely incredible as she straightened up again, clenching her thighs around Darren and grinding her hips back and forth while her hands piled up her blonde tresses on top of her head. Kyle studied her bouncing breasts, her soft flat stomach and spreading hips as though he was preparing for a test.
The pressure in his tiny cock cage was hard to bear as Kyle felt his rampant and contained erection might burst something, but the hateful plastic stayed firm. Kyle winced and writhed in mild physical pain and horrendous frustrated desire as Ashley the actress put on the performance of a lifetime for his bloodshot eyes.
“You know my slave here is a virgin, right?”
Ashley’s hair tumbled around her laughing face as she turned to address her lover over her shoulder. Darren snorted in what Kyle took for derision, too focused on his own pleasure to attend too much to her twisted games, and too far gone in that pleasure to object to Ashley’s wild ideas.
“That’s right. I locked his little virgin cock up, and he’s going to stay a virgin until I decide otherwise.”
She grinned viciously at Kyle as she panted and gasped, her pink cheeks flushed with onrushing pleasure as she simultaneously fucked one man and verbally humiliated another.
“He has to…do what I tell him…or else…he never gets to cum… again…”
Ashley’s breath was coming in shuddering gasps now, but she was determined to keep up her tirade while her nerves bloomed with pleasure. Kyle’s stomach fluttered and churned, his balls aching with backed-up cum while his cock raged in its cage like a madman in a padded cell, too dumb to know the futility of his wild efforts.
Ashley cried out, her bouncing body freezing momentarily in a spasm of toe-curling bliss, and Kyle watched her wet pussy seize Darren’s cock as though attempting to milk his cum from him while Ashley wailed and screamed. Darren moaned too, his balls twitching visibly between his spread legs, but he managed to hold back his own release.
Ashley leaned forward again, drawing in air in great gasps as she let her first orgasm wash over her twitching limbs before she began working for the next one. Soon, the wet sound of her sex reached Kyle as she began to rock up and down on Darren’s cock once again.
Her eyes flickered open, and Kyle caught the green glimmer of a new idea from between her yellow curls as she looked at him. Ashley leaned back, her hands on Darren’s heaving chest, her own thighs splayed either side of his, and the dripping shaft of Darren’s cock, wet with Ashley’s cum, shone in the light as she rode up and down.
“Get over her, virgin,” Ashley snarled. “Get over here and lick my clit. Like we practiced.”
Kyle gulped. Black bubbles of horror rose in his veins, colliding with one another as they rushed madly to fill his fluttering heart with fear. She couldn’t be serious, he thought, and immediately banished the useless hope. Of course she was serious. Ashley might smile prettily and laugh uproariously as she degraded him further, day by day. But she never joked about his humiliation.
Kyle had done this before, of course. Every day this week, in fact, using his mouth on Ashley’s clit while he pleasured her with a dildo. For someone with only a rough idea what a clitoris was a week ago, he had become intimately familiar with Ashley’s pleasure button. He had even grown to enjoy bringing her to orgasm that way, basking in the music of her joy as he brought her to multiple orgasms while his own were unceasingly denied.
But a dildo was one thing. A real cock was quite another. Kyle, who had never felt the least desire or curiosity for that kind of sexual experimentation, balked. His feet felt like a statue’s feet, immobile as though carved from the ground he stood on. Ashley’s eyes opened wider, burning with rage that was powered by physical ecstasy, and Kyle’s stomach writhed with fear. Scared as he was, he felt unable to move, as though his body had reached its limit and would simply not allow her to push him any further.
“Get the fuck over here!”
Kyle jumped as Ashley screamed, in a voice he had never heard before.
“Lick my clit or I’ll keep that virgin cock locked up forever, you hear me?”
Kyle lurched forward like an automaton, joints creaking and clanking as he clumsily obeyed. The smell of their rut filled his nostrils as he half-collapsed on the floor in front of them, knees scraping across the carpet as he reluctantly crawled between Darren’s spread legs. Ashley’s teeth showed as she sneered down at him, roughly seizing a fistful of his short hair as she pulled him closer.
Kyle edged forward. Grimacing, he leaned in, his vision filled with the view of a man’s damp balls and glistening cock, a view he had hoped never to see, even if Ashley’s enticing pussy was spewing its heady juices all over them. Closing his eyes against the sight, Kyle extended his tongue. He could taste the salty flavor of Ashley’s skin as he blindly sought her clit, and a shuddering gasp of bliss told him he had found it as she maneuvered his head into position.
As he had done all week, Kyle licked and sucked and nibbled at Ashley’s clitoris, drawing great yelps of pleasure from her bliss-racked body as she shrieked and moaned. His own denied cock felt hot as it struggled to harden, and he heard Darren gasp and moan as Ashley’s orgasm went into overdrive, squeezing his cock in arrhythmic spasm as she came.
Humbly Kyle sucked and licked and tried to pretend it was a dildo inside her, but Darren’s own grunts and moans made his task impossible. With a great rolling sigh, Ashley released Kyle’s hair and slid Darren’s stiff prick free of her leaking pussy, her glowing body flopping bonelessly onto the bed beside him as she basked in the powerful glow of her orgasm.
Unsatiated, Darren rolled over. Whatever reluctance to perform in front of Kyle he might have felt had vanished utterly now, driven away by the bright glow of Ashley’s uncontrollable orgasms.
His reaching hand found her exposed breast, and the bald man palpated the soft flesh, drawing a quiet breath from between Ashley’s trembling lips. Kyle watched from his knees in bitter jealousy as Darren took the swollen nipple between his lips and sucked gently. Ashley’s eyes sprang open, and she smiled down at her lover as he brought her tired body back to arousal.
“Ok,” she panted, “ok.”
The messy pile of sheets and sex-stained blankets beneath her trailed behind Ashley as though reluctant to release her warm body as she moved, and Kyle shuffled backwards as the lovers rearranged themselves.
Rising from the bed, Ashley stood, towering over her kneeling slave in the full glory of her unashamed nakedness, her skin flushed with the residual brightness of outrageous pleasure like some great and wanton goddess of sex. And still she wanted more. Demanded it, while Kyle bowed and groveled and hoped desperately for the blessing of just one such release.
Ashley’s pussy glistened redly as she lifted a foot. Balancing gracefully on one leg, she smiled down at him as her raised foot found his shoulder. Bending her knee, she pushed him irresistibly down, until Kyle’s face met the carpet at her feet. Miserably, he adjusted, shifting his knees slightly to better distribute his weight. His bound hands rose above his bent back as he awaited his next humiliation.
Ashley’s bare foot felt cool on his shoulders. The bed creaked above him. Now Darren stood behind her as Ashley bent herself forwards across the mattress.
“Fuck me, baby,” she urged in a voice that dripped with carnal desire. “Show this virgin how a real man fucks.”
His unseen face pressed to the carpet, Kyle winced again. Through the foot that held him to the floor, he felt her body shift, and Darren stepped up behind her. They moaned together, first her, then him, as he slipped his cock easily inside her spread vagina. With a red flush of shame, Kyle realized his position. He was an object, no more than a piece of furniture. Ashley was using him as a footstool to lift one leg so Darren could fuck her better.
He rocked under her shifting weight. Their mutual moans filled the bedroom air again as Darren began to fuck Ashley, hard, plowing all the desperate arousal she had raised in him back into her rocking, flailing body. The bed shook as though it might fall apart, and Ashley screamed as though she was being murdered while Darren groaned and grunted and pounded her slender body into the mattress.
“Oh fuck!” Ashley gasped. “That’s it! Fuck me hard! Oh that cock feels so fucking good!”
Kyle bristled underfoot as she evidently taunted him, reveling in his subjection while his cock strained against its unyielding plastic prison.
He listened to their pace increase, Ashley’s shrieks of wild abandon keeping time with the powerful thrusts of Darren’s body against the bed.
Kyle had never felt so low. He’d never felt so worthless. He never imagined that things could get any worse than this, or that there was anything left of his pride to feel the blows it suffered under Ashley’s relentless degradation.
But he was wrong.
Because while the couple above him rutted and fucked and Ashley thundered towards yet another orgasm, Kyle grunted as the two changed position again. Ashley turned over, rolling onto her back on the bed, and now it was Darren’s foot on Kyle’s back. A man’s disgusting, sweaty foot, pressing him down into the floor like dirt, making his body sway with every thrust as Darren used him for leverage to fuck Ashley as hard as she wanted.
Kyle knew it was better to keep quiet, to not incur Ashley’s wrath, but a growl of despair escaped him as he suffered under this new assault. His feeble cry was lost in the general tumult of screams and moans and the slapping sound of two young bodies meeting over and over, driving one another to new heights of frenzied lust.
Ashley sobbed, and Kyle’s stomach convulsed at the familiar sound. Yet another orgasm for his mistress, his owner, his enchanter, while he suffered on the floor for her amusement.
Darren groaned in a long outrushing of breath as Ashley’s pulsing pussy finally pushed him over the edge into orgasm, and Kyle’s cock leaped in the chastity device as he imagined himself filling Ashley’s waiting pussy with a hot load of thick, creamy cum, emptying himself entirely into the body she had used to torment him all week.
Imagination was all he had as he stared at the weave of the carpet, cowering underfoot like a whipped dog.