“Unzip me,” Ashley ordered, still facing away from him.
Carefully, Kyle swept her blond curls out of the way with one hand, holding her fragrant hair aloft while his clumsy fingers reached for the delicate zipper of her dress. Her soft skin appeared by degrees between the parting fabric of the garment as he drew the zipper down the curve of her back until the graceful arc of her supple spine was revealed. She stepped forward, and Kyle drew a shuddering breath as she slipped the dress over her shoulders and down her arms.
Finally, she half-turned towards him, smiling, pushing the dress down past her hips with a delightful wiggle. The dress fell to the floor, and she stepped elegantly out of it, still wearing her shiny black high heels. The tightness of the dress meant she wore a thong underneath it, bright red and bedecked with lace trim, just like the matching bra that held her pale breasts high and firm on her chest.
Kyle suppressed a moan. For all the nights he had lain awake and imagined his roommate’s sensuous form, the reality was better than even his most detailed fantasies. She paused a while, basking in his open adoration. Then, with agonizing slowness, she reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. Her breasts bobbed heavily as she slid the red lace down her arms to drop that, too, to the floor. Her nipples, full and pink, rose like twin mountains from the fleshy expanse of her boobs. Chuckling to herself, Ashley took one of her breasts in each of her hands, hefting them as though testing their weight while she grinned at him.
“You love my boobs, don’t you, Virg?”
“Yes, Ashley,” Kyle said, in a voice gone suddenly hoarse as though his throat was filled with sand.
“I bet you wish you could play with them, don’t you?” Playfully, she pushed the round orbs together between her hands. Kyle gulped.
“Yes Ashley,” he rasped.
“Get down on your knees,” she said.
Immediately, Kyle dropped to the floor, and she stepped towards him in nothing but her tiny red thong. Her breasts bounced delightfully as she released them, bending slightly at the waist to place her hands on his shoulders.
Her breasts hung right in front of his face now, swaying gently with every breath she took while her long blonde hair tickled his face. Slowly, slowly, Ashley thrust her chest forward, her breasts swelling towards Kyle’s face. Unable to help himself, he lunged forward, and Ashley laughed merrily as she pulled away, her hands on his shoulders keeping him back as his lips wrapped around empty air.
“Uh uh uh,” she teased as he settled back into position. “You can look, but you can’t touch. These boobs are for real men to play with, not chaste little virgin boys. You just hold still and watch.”
She leaned forward again. Kyle’s breath came in shallow gasps as her breasts filled his vision, bobbing up and down right in front of him. The smell of her perfume filled his head like a powerful drug, and his cock throbbed uselessly as he sank into a near hypnotic state. Ashley moved her body up and down, and her bouncing breasts swayed closer and closer.
Kyle shuddered as his dry lips brushed against the warm skin of one of her magnificent mammaries, struggling with everything he had to stay still, to resist the urge to grab her and bury his face in these delicious orbs. Disobedience, he knew, was a bad idea. It was as though she wanted him to fail, wanted him to do something rash so that she could justify keeping him locked up when the week was over.
Kyle steeled himself. He needed out of this cage so badly. He could not afford to screw up. Ashley’s perfect breasts swayed erotically in front of him, and he watched, trembling. But he didn’t move. Finally, with a happy little giggle, Ashley stood up straight.
“Alright, Virg,” she said. “Time for my orgasm.”
Kyle breathed in the suddenly sex-scented air as Ashley unceremoniously peeled off her panties and tossed them carelessly to the floor. In a few short steps, she crossed the bedroom and tugged open a drawer in her dresser, pulling out a dildo without bothering to close the drawer back up. She handed the sex toy to Kyle before flopping down on her bed, spreading her legs with her wet pussy glimmering and shining in the light.
“You know what to do,” she said.
Kyle did. Holding the dildo in his hand, he edged forward on his knees, crawling to her bedside. She closed her eyes and smiled as the tip of the fake cock slid over the slick wet lips of her pussy. She groaned, and Kyle stifled a groan of his own as he pushed the dildo inside, the fat head spreading her pink lips apart as his cock surged against the plastic cage. Ashley’s hands caressed her fat breasts as Kyle slid the dildo in and out of her, watching the plastic shaft glisten with her juices every time it slipped free of her clenching pussy.
Her sexy heels caught in the winding bed sheets as her legs thrashed and trembled, a glimmer of white teeth showing in the dark cavern of her open mouth between parted red lips. Her painted eyelids quivered. Her stomach heaved. Her hips rolled with the rhythm of Kyle’s thrusts as he picked up the pace. Yes, Kyle knew exactly what to do. Amazing how a little chastity served to sharpen the mind. Ashley had instructed him well in the fine art of making her cum, and he had come a long way since just yesterday.
Her breath sounded ragged as she sucked in air only to expel it in great gasps. The hard bud of her clitoris rose from beneath its hood as her arousal climbed towards its inevitable peak. Kyle didn’t need to be told. Licking his dry lips, he plunged his face into her, his mobile tongue snaking out to find her pleasure spot. His face dampened with her juices as he continued to thrust the dildo in and out, in and out. She was no longer simply moaning, but crying out now, those loud porn star yelps that only came from her at the brink of orgasm.
Kyle ignored the ache in his arm and his permanently aching cock as he moved the dildo rapidly in and out of her sex while he sucked lightly on her clit, holding it with its lips while she bucked and thrashed beneath him. One hand clawed at the bed beneath her, and every line of Ashley’s gorgeous body radiated a monstrous tension, her arched back almost lifting free of the ed entirely as she came.Lifting his head, Kyle watched her pussy spasm around the dildo, coating it with her juice as a small puddle darkened the bed beneath her.
With a loud cry, she fell back on the mattress, the tension in her released all at once, as sudden as the snapping of a cable. She sighed loudly as her head flopped against the pillow, and her body shuddered once again as Kyle slowly withdrew the soaked dildo from between her legs. The smell of her orgasm filled the air as the taste of her filled Kyle’s mouth. She was driving him mad. And she was loving every minute of it.
Her eyelids fluttered open. Her eyes glowed greenly as they focused on Kyle where he kneeled beside her bed, still holding her dildo in his hand. A satisfied smile spread across her face. Despite her orgasm, her eyes were clear and sharp, and something sparkled in their emerald depths - something that made Kyle’s blood vibrate. He watched wary as a bird while she reached towards the mess on top of her bedside table, and her rummaging hand produced a pen and a scrap of paper torn from a cheap notebook. Still smiling, she scribbled out some words; a list. She looked up at him again.
“There’s a sex shop on Seventh Ave. You know the one?” she asked.
“No,” said Kyle.
“Of course you don’t. Why would you?” The smile deepened on her pretty face. “But it’s there, right on the corner. I want you to go there and get me a few things. I think we’re going to step your training up a notch.” Kyle’s stomach fluttered. Nothing about that statement made him comfortable. What else did she have in mind? With a flourish, she handed him the list.
“Now?” he said.
“Yes, now,” Ashley said. “No time like the present. They’re open all night, and I think I’d like to get at least one more cum in before bed. So off you go. Put some clothes and and go get me my toys.” Kyle stood. There was no point arguing. Just one more humiliation to add to the list as he picked up his discarded clothes from the living room floor and pulled them on, his cock buzzing in the chastity device all the while.
He heard a contented sigh coming from Ashley’s bedroom as he headed for the door. It must be nice, he thought bitterly. Orgasms on demand and an errand boy to cater to your every whim. Such power, from such a small thing. Closing the apartment door behind him, Kyle headed for the elevator that would carry him out into the merciless night.
*
The apartment door clicked shut behind him. Kyle sighed, breathing out the remnants of the dark, damp night that had clung to his lungs as he entered the building. The plastic bags rustled as he set them aside. It was the work of moments to peel off his clothes in compliance with Ashley’s orders. No clothes inside the house.
Only the chastity device locked on to his swollen cock, to remind them both who was in charge here, and why. Kyle tossed his clothes into his own bedroom as he passed, the unmarked shopping bags dangling from his other hand.
Ashley lay still in bed, appearing not to have moved except to pull a blanket over herself. Her high heels lay at the foot of the bed where she had kicked them off. Her head turned in the golden tumult of her hair on the pillow as she smiled at him.
“Hello there, Virg,” she smiled. “What have you got for me? How was your little shopping expedition?”
“I got what you asked for,” Kyle said uneasily. The blanket mounded around Ashley’s body as she sat up in bed.
“Ok then,” she said, “let’s see it.”
Kyle tipped the bags out on the bed. A rainbow assortment of strange objects scattered across the mattress. Ashley’s laughter rippled through the room as she pored over the items, touching everything with searching fingers as though inspecting with her hands as well as her eyes. Her eyes shone, and Kyle could almost see the dirty thoughts racing through her kinky mind as she considered the possibilities.
“Ok,” she said, finally settling on two items and sliding the rest of the pile aside. “I want to try this first. Put this on, and fuck me.”
Kyle tore open the plastic packaging of the strap-on dildo. Ashley watched impatiently as he fumbled with the straps, trying to work out what went where. Eventually, he figured it out, securing the harness around his waist and thighs.
“Nice and tight,” Ashley warned him. “I don’t want it slipping around once we get going.”
Kyle tightened the straps until they began to bite into his skin. The large fake cock protruded from beneath his hollow stomach, jutting out proudly over the cage that contained his real one that was bursting to get free. His cheeks prickled in shame once again. If she wanted to fuck, why wouldn’t she just let him fuck? But Kyle knew the answer. She wanted him like this, horny and under her control. She wanted him humiliated. It turned her on.
Wordlessly, Ashley handed him the lube, and he smeared a generous dollop over the fake cock. He’d watched enough porn to know how to do that, at least. The blood pounded in his ears as he climbed onto her mattress. He was going to fuck a girl, for the first time. And yet afterwards, he’d still be a virgin. He was shaking, his nerves crawling with an unknown fear. He couldn’t exactly have performance anxiety, could he? It’s not like this thing was going to go soft on him.
Ashley smiled, and whipped away the blanket in one dramatic gesture. His cock - his real one - pulsed at he sight of her rose bare skin, her beautiful body open and ready to receive him, if only he was free. He climbed between her spread legs, and she smiled up at him as she reached down to guide the fake cock into position at the wet entrance to her snatch.
“Poor little virgin boy,” she cooed in mock sympathy. “Get that cock in me and make me cum, virgin.”
Kyle shuffled forward. Ashley’s moan was loud in his ear as the cock spread her lips apart just as the dildo had done earlier, but this time it was even more visceral, even more real, even more tormenting for Kyle as he fucked her without touching her, breathing in her ragged breath while his own stayed steady, her body erupting with pleasure while his simply performed a task.
Ashley seized his shoulders, pulling him against her, her breasts mashed against his chest. He could feel every moan and cry that came from her as he picked up the pace. One of her hands drifted down to make contact with his bare ass, and she pushed him deep into her, releasing him only to push again as she wordlessly set the rhythm she wanted. And Kyle obeyed. What else could he do? He gritted his teeth as the blood pounded in his ears, resolving to fuck Ashley just the way she wanted him to.
Kyle tightened his stomach muscles as he thrust his hips forward rapidly, his own cock aching as the heavy lock swung with the rhythm of his thrusts. Ashley yelled, and Kyle yelled too as she raked her fingernails down his bare back, her legs hooked around the back of his thighs as she clung tightly to him. He knew her well enough by now to know when she came, even if he couldn’t feel it, even if the contractions of her tight pussy were wasted on the insensate rubber that was fastened to his pelvis. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound, and lay back on the bed.
Kyle paused, breathing quickly from the exertion. He hadn’t expected sex to be such a work-out; no one tells you that. Not like in the movies, were everyone’s hair stays intact and no one cracks a sweat. His stomach ached from the continual thrusts. To say nothing of how his cock felt.
Ashley’s damp hand found his shoulder, and he rolled aside as she pushed him off of her. He grunted as she followed, pushing him flat onto his back while she climbed on top of him. Her green eyes glowed with he fire of arousal, and Kyle’s head whirled. As she straddled him, her blonde waves cascading down her shoulders and her breasts dangling and jiggling as she adjusted her position, he looked up at the sexiest thing he had seen in his life.
He could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy against his skin as she sat astride him, her hands on his chest pinning him down. Completely overcome, he stared up at her like a humble penitent petitioning his god. Ashley smiled. Rising up on her knees, she reached between her legs and gripped the fake cock, sliding it into her dripping pussy as she settled down onto Kyle’s hips with a long moan. His own caged cock was trapped beneath her gorgeous round ass, ignored and useless. Ashley’s strong thighs clenched as she slid up and down on the strap on while Kyle watched.
“Mmmm,” she said, her teeth showing white against her red lower lip, “that feels so good. You’ve never had a girl do this, have you, Virg?”
“No, Ashley,” Kyle whispered.
“You’ve never seen anything like this, outside your sad little jerk-off sessions. This is what my boyfriends get to see, Virg. And they get to feel it, too, unlike you. Because they’re real men, and you’re not. Right, Virg?”
“Right, Ashley.”
“Then say it!”
“I’m not a real man, Ashley.”
“Mmmm, that’s right.” she was moving faster now, rising up and down on the fake cock as her excitement mounted. Kyle could only watch helplessly as another orgasm swiftly approached. “You’re not worthy of this pussy, are you?”
“No, Ashley. I’m not worthy of your pussy.”
“Silly little virgin boy,” she giggled, her eyes closed now. “My pathetic little virgin slave. God, this is hot. Thank me for locking up your cock.”
“Thank you for locking up my cock, Ashley.” Kyle’s cheek stung, and he gazed up in shock as he realized she had slapped him.
“Whose cock?” she demanded, her green eyes open and burning as she glared down at him.
“Your cock, Ashley,” he said hurriedly. The smile returned to her face like the sun peeking through dark clouds.
“That’s right,” she purred. “It’s my cock, and I’ll do with it as I like. So it’s going to stay locked up, and no one will ever touch it without my say so.”
“Yes Ashley.”
“Now, beg me,” she snarled, her breath catching as her body rocked on the edge of orgasm. “Beg me to free you while I cum all over this cock.”
“Please, Ashley,” he gasped. “Please free my cock. Please. I want to cum so bad. You turn me on so much, and I’m so horny, and I need to cum too, please. Please Ashley. Please free my - I mean your cock.”
“Oh fuck!”
Ashley’s face frowned in a rictus of pleasure, looking almost angry as she screamed in ecstasy. Kyle could feel her hot juices flowing over his thighs, flowing over his caged and throbbing member as she came, her fingernails carving red channels in his chest this time as he lay beneath her, weathering the storm of her third orgasm of the night.
She collapsed on top of him, her breath loud in his ear, her heart hammering against his as her thighs trembled at his sides. The fake cock slipped free of her dripping snatch as she rolled off him, panting and trembling. Kyle lay still while she recovered herself. One arm flung across her flushed face, she spoke to him without opening her eyes.
“Ok, you can go now, virgin,” she said. “Back to your room. I’m done with you for tonight.”
Kyle’s mouth opened, and closed, and opened again. His balls ached with a heavy load of rejected cum, the cage tighter than ever around his cock. So close! He had fucked the most beautiful girl he ever knew, and made her cum three times in one night. But he was still a virgin. And as long as she had the key to his cock, he was still her slave.
Kyle clambered out of Ashley’s pleasure-soaked bed and walked to his own room. Another sleepless night awaited him, another night of frustration and fear in his own cold and lonely bed while his goddess slumbered peacefully next door. Four more days, he told himself, and it sounded like a life sentence. Four more days.