We spent the entire night entwined together, my small cock pressed firmly against her flawless ass. Every subtle shimmy sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, nearly pushing me over the edge. Morning didn’t arrive with an alarm or sunlight, but with Elizabeth straddling my face, her slick folds dripping onto me as she looked down, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. She whispered a single command: “Eat.” Without hesitation, I obeyed.
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Her wetness welcomed my tongue eagerly. I traced lazy circles deep inside her, savoring the taste of her arousal. Gradually, I eased toward her clit, teasing the delicate nub with gentle flicks. My tongue explored her outer lips, licking just along the edges, careful to avoid the center — but the sound she made was all encouragement. “Fuck, Sam, stop teasing me, I mean it! Mhmm,” she moaned, voice thick with need.
Her patience finally snapped; she flipped her body completely, pressing her perfect ass against my face. Grasping my balls tightly, she warned with a grin, “If you don’t lick my clit right now, I’m squeezing harder.” The pressure increased, and I could feel my cock leaking precum with anticipation. “Oh, you liked that too, huh? Mhmm, I see you found it — good boy,” she praised as I honed in, circling and licking properly.
My tongue flattened, then pointed precisely, applying more pressure until her voice broke, “Oh fuck, Sam, I’m… I’m… ughhh, I’m coming!” She erupted over me, her juices soaking my face.
She bent down, licking the precum from my cock, then playfully smacked my balls before rising—a seductive sway accompanying each step. “Thanks, Sam, but your turn isn’t yet. Come on, we’re heading out to get ready for tonight.”
“To the store?” I asked, puzzled.
“I’ve got some food and drinks, I should be fine,” I added, noticing her sly smile but receiving no answer.
“Elizabeth, can I at least jerk off? I’m not sure I can walk around like this—rock hard, and my balls are aching.”
She laughed loudly, “HAHAHA, same here. Nobody’s going to notice that thing in your shorts. Get dressed, you’ll be fine.” She tossed me boxers.
Downstairs, she took the wheel. Small talk flowed, but my cock remained rock hard, my balls aching. Several times, she absentmindedly rubbed my crotch, smiling faintly every time she confirmed my hardness.
We pulled up to a Dunkin’ drive-thru. My cheeks burned crimson as a man at the counter gazed down her blouse. She flirted back, his hand lingering on hers when he returned her card—a silent exchange of smiles.
As we drove away, she laid her phone on my lap, a conversation with Jared open. The first thing I saw: a photo of the biggest cock I’d ever encountered, thick and at least nine inches long. Below, two messages: “He misses you,” and “Tonight I’m in charge of everything.” Elizabeth’s reply: “Of course ???, we’ll be ready.”
We arrived—not at the grocery store, but at a sex shop. Of course. I silently berated myself. Her hand stroked my pacing cock once more. “Come on, my friend works here.” She took my hand and led me inside.
My mind scrambled, imagining who this friend could be. My first thought was Jared’s massive cock, ready and waiting, but it wasn’t.
Behind the counter sat a petite redhead clad in sleek black latex. “So this is him, Elizabeth? Better looking than expected. Lucky you!” she teased, eyeing my half-hard bulge. Elizabeth rebuked, “Enough flirting, Sarah. Help us out like we planned; he’s mine, don’t try to steal him.” I blushed. Sarah laughed, “No promises! Follow me.”
The store overwhelmed me with its vast array of toys—swings, vibrators, lingerie, and a ‘movie room’ I didn’t dare investigate. Sarah guided us to a wall of lifelike dildos, many nine inches or bigger, veined and imposing.
Elizabeth squeezed my hand. “Sam, pick one. You need to be comfortable choosing the men who’ll fuck me, so start with the dildo.”
I froze. My tiny cock twitched noticeably, drawing their attention. “Damn, Lizzy, he really likes it, huh?” Elizabeth gave me a playful spank. “Go ahead, they don’t bite.” Instinctively, I chose a massive black dildo, almost identical to Jared’s.
“No way! He picked a black one! Lizzy, you were right. He loves this. Good choice, Sam. Your turn now.” Elizabeth led me to a small back room featuring a couch, a chair, tissues, and a trash can.
Her demeanor shifted instantly from playful to commanding. “Strip, Sam. You can’t do this part while you’re hard.” As Sarah moved the trash can closer, Elizabeth stroked my cock mercilessly until I came, shooting directly into the trash can. Sarah squealed, “Oh my God, it’s so small! I didn’t know they could be that small! I’ll be right back.”
Shortly after, Sarah returned with three concealed objects. “Wow, done already? Lizzy, which one do you think?” Elizabeth examined them and picked the smallest pink chastity cage shaped like a tiny vagina, barely an inch long.
Kneeling before me, Elizabeth and Sarah smiled coyly. Sarah whispered, “Good boy, you came where you belong. Here’s your reward,” sliding a hard plastic ring around my balls. Elizabeth slid my cock into the cage. “Awww, he looks so cute!” they giggled. Sarah handed Elizabeth the key.
“Get dressed and grab your dildo. We’re not finished. I need you to help pick my outfit for tonight.”
Overwhelmed, my cock strained inside the cage as I followed them out. “Elizabeth, it hurts a little… can I get out?”
Sarah laughed sensually, “Oh sweet Sam, you get out when she says so. You’ll beg for it. That’s the point — to make you obey.” She kissed my cheek. “Good luck,” she whispered, then strutted away.
At the lingerie section, I still held the huge black dildo. Elizabeth’s tone softened again. “Okay, Sam, which would look hottest on me?” She held up a scarlet lace set, crotchless and tight, then a barely-there black lace ensemble, just a few straps offering modest coverage.
My eyes locked onto the black one. My caged cock throbbed at the thought of her wearing it. “I think you just made your choice. Come on, I’ll try it on.” I followed her into the fitting room.
When she emerged, I was breathless. The minimal lace covered almost nothing—thin strips barely masking her nipples, a tiny thong swallowed by her curves, and delicate straps framing her pussy, exposed and inviting.
“Take some pictures,” she instructed, “Let’s send them to Jared. Use your phone.” I obeyed despite my embarrassment as my cage pressed painfully against me. “Awww, Sam, struggling? I’ll kiss it better when we get back,” she teased.
I messaged Jared the lingerie photos: “This is Sam. She told me to tell you we’re ready for tonight.” Elizabeth snapped a photo of me holding the massive black dildo and sent it as well. Heat flushed my cheeks.
“There we go,” she smiled. “Let’s check out, then I have to get ready.”
At the counter, Sarah grinned wickedly. “Found everything you needed, Sam? Cash or card?” I swiped my card. As we stepped outside, she winked at Elizabeth, “Bring him back sometime. Don’t hog him all to yourself.” She slapped my ass, noticing the outline of my cage, and gave it a teasing pat.
Elizabeth drove me back, her hand resting on the cage, key held up. “You’re mine now, Sam. I’m going home to get ready. I’ll be back at five. Prepare the house for him, okay? Be a good boy.” She pressed a deep kiss to my lips as I groaned inside the cage. “See you tonight. Get out of my car.” She left me holding the bag with her lingerie and the massive dildo, walking past the doorman.
Upstairs, I tried to relieve myself through the cage, stroking obsessively, desperate. Nothing but frustration. I texted Elizabeth: “Hey, maybe tonight you could take this off? I’m soooo horny.”
Her reply was cold and brief: “Not my choice. See you tonight.” My heart dropped. I knew whose decision it really was.
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