If you’ve read my other stories, then you know that Emily’s bull Derek loves to torment me and take things from me, and he really doesn’t like it when I get to cum or even put my penis inside Emily.
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A while back, he got the idea somehow to make me wear a penis sleeve while fucking her. Apparently, he brought up the idea to her, but she said no to him at first, thinking it would be too cruel and there’s no point, since she can get a bigger dick whenever she wants from him. He told her it would be for if she needed a good fucking and he wasn’t available, so she didn’t think there was a point. But in reality, he just wanted her to make me use it so I couldn’t get the pleasure of fucking her.
But he went ahead and bought one that was the same size as his penis anyway. Next time he was going to have her come over and get tied up for an edging session, he told her to have me start it off by edging her with my mouth for about 30 minutes before she went over, so I did, getting her right there and holding her on the edge for a while until she had soaked all over our bed. Then at his place, he tied her up and continued it with his cock. Emily loves tease and denial, and Derek uses his cock, slowly thrusting it in and out of her, stopping when she’s right on the edge for a few seconds. This time, he edged her over and over, not letting her cum until she agreed to try it out, and if she liked it, then she would have to make me use it more often.
She says she held out for some time, like 30 to 40 minutes, but eventually she couldn’t take it anymore and agreed to try it out.. She didn’t even tell me this story until a few days later when she brought the sleeve out and had me try it on.
So anyway, after Derek convinced Emily to try it, she came home that night and didn’t say a word about it to me. Instead, she just teased me like usual. She unlocked my chastity cage, tied me down, and edged me with her feet and hands for an hour or so before locking me back up without letting me cum. It was not until a few days later, on a Saturday (which was usually my release day, but she had been denying me more often thanks to Derek's influence), that she finally brought it out.
We were in the bedroom, and she had already edged me for a bit with her makeup brush, getting me all worked up and leaky. My balls were full and aching after a week of denial, and I was begging her to let me inside her. That is when she pulled out the sleeve from the nightstand drawer. It was this clear, soft plastic, molded to look like a realistic cock. It was about 8 inches long and girthy, just like Derek's. She explained the whole story then. She told me how Derek had bought it, how he had edged until she agreed to make me use it, and how she was curious now if it would feel as good as the real thing.
I was humiliated just looking at it, knowing it was essentially Derek's way of making sure I could not even enjoy fucking my own wife properly. But I was so horny from the edging that I did not protest much. Emily had me slide my penis into the sleeve. It fit snugly around my 4 inches, but I only filled about half of it, leaving this big, empty extension. Additionally, it was way thicker than me, having a bunch of material on either side. These two factors combined made the size difference very clear. It was heavy, and pulled my erection downward, as my penis didn’t really have the leverage to keep it upright. The inside wasn’t textured at all, but it was designed so that once it was on, I could thrust, but couldn’t feel her warmth or tightness at all. It was like wearing a numb condom on steroids.
I protested against having to use it, but she told me she had promised him, and she didn’t like breaking her promises. She knelt in front of me, holding it in her hands, and told me it was heavier, just like his, before she had me lube it up and get ready to use it on her, teasing me about how much bigger it was than me.
She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs, and guided me in. As soon as the sleeve entered her, her eyes widened, and she let out this deep, throaty moan. "Oh fuck, baby, that's amazing," she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet it. I started thrusting, but I could not feel a damn thing. It was just the pressure of the sleeve around my own cock, but none of her pussy's grip or wetness directly on me, and my penis didn’t even slide around the inside of the sleeve. It was the ultimate mind fuck. Here I was, finally inside my wife after a week of denial, but I couldn’t feel anything at all. She was getting all the pleasure from this fake extension, and I was just the engine driving it, humiliated and frustrated.
Emily went absolutely crazy for it. She started writhing under me, her hands clutching the sheets, moaning louder than she ever does with me alone. "Yes, yes, fuck me with that big cock. It fills me up so good, just like Derek's." She would arch her back and grind against it, her pussy clenching around the sleeve in ways I could see but not feel. She came hard the first time after just a few minutes, screaming and shaking, her juices soaking the base of the sleeve. But she did not stop there. She begged me to keep going, to fuck her harder, deeper. "Don't stop, baby, make me cum again. This is what a real dick feels like." It was humiliating to hear her say that, knowing I was the one doing the work but getting zero sensation from it. My own cock was throbbing uselessly inside the sleeve, trapped and denied any real pleasure, while she was lost in ecstasy, cumming a second time even louder, her whole body convulsing.
Then, as she was riding the high of that orgasm, she lifted her legs up high, bracing them on my chest so her perfect, feet were right in my face. Her soft soles were inches from my mouth, toes spread teasingly. "Look at them, baby," she purred, her voice breathy from the pleasure. "You can look all you want, but no touching, no tickling. If only you were as big as Derek, you could play with them while you fuck me, just like he does every single time. He tickles my feet while he's balls deep in me, driving me insane, but your little guy just doesn't measure up. You'd have to stop thrusting to even try."
That did it. The combination of her words, the sight of her feet so close but forbidden, and the knowledge that Derek got to do all this for real, it was so arousing that even though I could not feel her pussy at all, I felt myself surging toward the edge. My cock twitched hard inside the sleeve, building up to what would have been an explosive orgasm. "Emily, I'm gonna cum," I gasped, my hips faltering.
Her eyes snapped open, and she immediately pushed me out of her with her hands on my chest. "You better not cum, because you're not allowed to," she said firmly, a wicked grin on her face. My penis kept twitching desperately in the empty sleeve, leaking precum, but without any friction or sensation, the orgasm faded away, leaving me panting and frustrated on the edge. I whimpered, begging her to let me back in, but she just laughed softly and made me wait until I was fully backed off from the brink.
Once I was not going to cum anymore, she pulled me back inside her with the sleeve and made me keep fucking her. I had to go through the whole thing again, thrusting mechanically while she went wild, cumming a third and fourth time, each one more intense than the last. She was a mess by the end, sweaty and satisfied, praising how "perfect" the sleeve felt, how it stretched her just right. Finally, after what felt like forever, she was done and pushed me off her.
She slipped the sleeve off my cock, which was still rock hard and throbbing, my balls heavy and full from the denial. "Aww, poor thing," she teased, tying my hands behind my back so I could not touch myself. Then she started the real torment: teasing and denying me with her hands and feet. She would stroke me slowly at first, building me up to the edge, then stop right as I was about to explode, letting my cock twitch in the air. "Not yet, baby," she would whisper, tracing just one finger along the underside of my shaft, from the base up to the head, then lightly circling my full, aching balls. It was maddening. The lightest touch kept me simmering but never over the top.
I would whimper and plead, "Please, Emily, let me cum. I need it so bad." But she would just giggle and start edging me again, faster this time, only to pull away at the last second. This went on for over an hour, edge after edge, her finger tracing those torturous paths on my cock and balls while I bucked and begged. My whole body was trembling, tears of frustration in my eyes, but she did not let me cum. Finally, she locked me back up.
Anyway, this was just the first time I had to use the sleeve a few months ago. Now, I haven’t even been inside her without it in almost as long. She makes me wear the sleeve every time we fuck now, before tying me up for an edging session after, and if I’m lucky, letting me cum or ruin with her feet in my face.
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