Our honeymoon suite was bathed in the soft glow of lingering candlelight as I eagerly devoured Dekota, her sultry moans mingling with the taste of her essence on my tongue. Seated gracefully on the lounge chair, legs parted beneath the folds of her dinner dress, she reveled in my worship when an unexpected knock shattered our reverie.
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Without hesitation, Dekota rose with a mischievous glint in her eyes, brushing me aside and commanding, “Stay on your knees.” My cheeks still flushed from her secretions that coated my face, I submitted obediently, hoping for a moment, a fleeting chance to linger in her warmth before the night’s true excitement unfolded. But deep down, I knew better.
The door creaked open, revealing Ryan—the striking stranger from the restaurant. Dekota greeted him with a slow, lingering kiss that sent a shiver down my spine before leading him inside by the hand. She motioned to me, the silent command clear: I remained kneeling, a wordless exhibit of devotion.
“This is my boyfriend,” she introduced, voice calm yet charged. “Baby, meet Ryan.”
Ryan’s gaze flicked toward me with subtle disdain, a curt nod acknowledging the layers of our unorthodox bond. “I hope it’s alright if he stays,” Dekota said sweetly, “tonight’s our anniversary after all. He’ll be quiet, I promise.”
Ryan’s smirk hinted at the pleasure he anticipated sharing, unfazed by my presence. “I’m looking forward to it,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with primal hunger.
“Ryan,” Dekota teased, “did you bring me something?”
He reached into his pocket, producing her delicate panties, the surrendering key to my chastity cage gracefully dangling from a satin ribbon. Relief washed over me – at least there was a token of my eventual release. Dekota’s fingers deftly unbuttoned his pants, unveiling an impressively thick, fully engorged shaft that demanded my awe and envy.
The sight took my breath away—the head of his cock a cavernous mushroom tip, swollen beyond anything I’d ever imagined. Ryan caught my wide-eyed stare, offering a prideful smirk as Dekota eagerly wrapped the silk around him, her hand stroking with purpose. The cage key danced with each movement, a cruel reminder of my submission.
Clothing shed, Ryan moaned quietly; a glistening bead of precum crowned his impressive length. “Can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, eyes locked on Dekota. Her panties, a sacrificial cloth, wiped away his arousal, soaking up every drop.
“Look at how full he is,” Dekota purred, grasping his heavy balls, eliciting a groan that sent heat through the room, another torrent of precum glistening at his tip.
Turning to Ryan with a sultry smile, she asked, “Should we give my boyfriend a little gift?”
“Only if he brings us drinks,” Ryan demanded, voice thick with lust. “I’m parched.”
With trembling hands, I picked up the phone to order champagne, only for Dekota to halt me. “Two glasses, not three. These are for Ryan and me,” she whispered, her wicked grin sealing my fate. “Your special cocktail is coming, darling.” My chastity cage tightened painfully at the thought.
She sauntered to me, panties damp and glistening, and without a word, stuffed them roughly into my mouth, the key brushing against my chin. The bitter and salty taste of Ryan’s precum overwhelmed me, mingled with the lingering scent of Dekota herself, unwashed since their earlier tryst in the restaurant’s bathroom.
From my vantage point on the floor, eyes upturned, I witnessed Dekota’s raw, swollen pussy drip with need, juices tracing trails down her thigh. Her dominance radiated, both over me and the man before us.
Ryan chuckled darkly, “Your boyfriend is such a little bitch. I can’t believe he just did that.”
“You’d be surprised what control over his cock can get,” Dekota laughed, dropping to her knees before Ryan. “Show him what this key is for, baby. I know you’ve been dying to.”
Complying, I shed my clothing, revealing my pink, one-inch chastity cage glistening with my own precum, tethered by a thin trail of slick silk panties. Ryan burst out laughing.
“That’s… tiny. Never seen anything like it,” he jeered.
My face burned with humiliation, but the sight of Dekota desperately deep-throating Ryan’s colossal member was a potent torment. Her lips struggled to engulf his thick mushroom tip as his moans echoed in the room, saliva glossing his shaft under her skilled, rhythmic strokes.
She looked up at Ryan with shining brown eyes and reminisced, “The first time we had sex, I was surprised by his size—so much smaller than I’d known before. Cute, even. I could deep throat him easily without gagging. But he didn’t last—came quickly, twice in a row, even with a condom.”
A muffled whimper escaped me through the damp panties, submerging my senses in a heady mix of saliva, precum, and Dekota’s juices that slickly dripped down my throat.
Ryan’s breath grew heavy, his body tense as I saw him struggle to hold back release. Dekota slowed her tempo, teasing, coaxing. “I see you’re close already,” she whispered. “You don’t need to last long. Just control yourself. I need a cock that can fill me tonight—our little boyfriend can’t satisfy me, but you can. Can you hold on for me?”
Ryan nodded, grunting with effort, but the moment was interrupted by a knock—room service.
Dekota gestured for me to answer, still naked, panties still stuffed in my mouth, and the key dangling teasingly. “Wrap yourself in a towel, but those panties stay,” she giggled brattily.
Feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable, I received the champagne with trembling hands. The server’s confused glance at the key dangling from my mouth barely registered as I returned to the room.
Dekota and Ryan drained their glasses in a single gulp. Dekota wasted no time, pushing Ryan to the bed and mounting him, their bodies melding. I knelt beside them, mesmerized as she sank slowly onto his enormous cock, her tightness pulling him deep inside.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ryan muttered breathily, clutching her hips as she rode him aggressively, her moans raw and desperate, driving my own caged cock painfully hard.
Her climax hit hard and fast—a primal groan escaping her lips as her body shuddered atop him. Ryan grunted seconds later, spilling his length deep within her. Dekota caught his release in her mouth, savoring every pulse of his seed.
When he was spent, Dekota stood before me, gently slipping her soaked panties from my mouth. My cock strained painfully inside its tiny cage as she brought her lips to mine, emptying Ryan’s warm, salty load into my waiting mouth. I swallowed the abundance with effort, knowing the rules.
She returned to Ryan, ensuring he was fully drained before spitting the last drops into me. “Good boy,” she praised, “Keep it in until I say otherwise. Swallow without permission, and the cage’s grip tightens—maybe another month locked up.”
The thought made me shudder, but I obeyed, holding Ryan’s potent essence on my tongue, every tastebud ignited.
Dekota wiped her mouth with satisfaction. “Ryan, that load beats the one from the restaurant—I’m impressed.”
He dressed quickly, stealing a lingering kiss from Dekota at the door before casting a last glance at my helpless form—caged, mouthing his seed, kneeling on a patch of my own spilled precum.
The door closed. Dekota’s eyes sparkled as she teased, “You look so pathetic and adorable. Ready for your special anniversary cocktail?”
I nodded, heart pounding, eager to taste every filthy surprise she had in store for me.