Chapter 1: Introduction
I lay sprawled on the couch, trying to decide whether watching reruns of "Friends" or taking a nap was more appealing. I don't usually have much free time between my job as a bartender and my oddly active social life. I was off the clock now, just tired enough to waste a few hours on the equally tired jokes from Central Perk.
The leather beneath me was soft, warming from my body heat. I sighed in relaxation, idly tracing a finger over a faded seam along the arm of the sofa.
The apartment was quiet, save for the muffled laughter from the TV. The dim lighting cast long shadows, dancing with the flickering glow of the old fireplace. It was cozy, comfortable. Too comfortable, really. My eyelids grew heavy, threatening to close—
"Casey," a voice cut through my impending slumber like a knife. Deep, sultry, and commanding. I knew that voice. I sat up abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest.
Mary stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the soft light from the hallway.
She was a vision, her curves accentuated by the tight, black dress that hugged her body like a second skin. Her wide hips swayed gently as she stepped into the room, her eyes locked onto mine. I could see the hunger in them, the promise of what was to come.
"Did I wake you, pet?" she asked, her voice a low purr. She knew damn well she had. She always did. It was part of her game, her power play. And I loved every fucking minute of it.
"No, Mistress," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
Here's your revised scene:
Mary sauntered into the room, her hips swaying with predatory grace. Casey, already sitting upright, watched her with eager anticipation. She didn't disappoint.
"On your back, pet," she commanded, pointing to the floor in front of the couch. He complied without hesitation, his pulse quickening as he lay down, gazing up at her.
Mary stood over him, her silhouette imposing against the dim light. Then, she straddled his face, her wide hips pressing down, her knees digging into the plush carpet on either side of his head. He felt her warmth, her weight, her power.
"Breathe through your nose, Casey," she ordered, her voice muffled by her dress. He obeyed, inhaling deeply as her scent enveloped him. Then, she reached down, her long fingers wrapping around his balls, giving them a gentle, firm squeeze. He gasped, his body tensing, but she held him there, her grip unyielding.
"Relax, pet," she whispered, her voice laced with dominance. "This is just the beginning." She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. "Now, stick out your tongue."
As the night grew darker, the room seemed to grow warmer. The air was thick with anticipation. She moved with a deliberate grace, her movements a dance as old as time itself. Her eyes, dark pools of desire, were locked onto his.
Casey obeyed, his tongue protruding from his mouth. Mary shifted her hips, positioning herself so that her pussy and ass were directly above his face.
"Lick me, Casey," she ordered, her voice ragged with desire. "Lick my pussy, my ass. Make me come."
He obeyed, his tongue darting out, circling her clit, delving into her folds, then moving upwards to tease her asshole. She moaned above him, her fingers tightening around his balls, squeezing gently in rhythm with her movements.
Mary's voice was a low growl, her breath hot on Casey's neck. She released his balls, only to grab his wrists and pin them above his head. He could feel her nails digging into his skin, a sharp contrast to the softness of her thighs pressed against his ears.
He tried to move, to buck his hips, but she had him pinned. Helpless. At her mercy. His cock throbbed in response, straining against his jeans.
"Fuck, Mistress," he groaned, his voice muffled by her dress.
"I can't... I need..."
"You need what, pet?" she taunted, grinding her hips ever so slightly, her wet heat pressing against his mouth. He could feel her, even through the fabric, and it drove him wild.
"I need to touch you," he pleaded, tugging at his restraints. But Mary just laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine.
"Not yet, Casey," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "You know better than that."
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest.
He could feel their weight, their softness, even through the thin material of her dress. He arched his back, trying to get closer, to feel more of her. But she pulled away, chuckling at his futile attempt.
"Greedy boy," she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Always so eager."
She reached behind her back, unzipping her dress slowly, torturously. Casey's eyes were glued to her, watching as the fabric fell away, revealing inch after inch of smooth, creamy skin. His mouth watered, his cock aching with anticipation.
Mary's dress finally pooled at her waist, exposing her full, round tits. They were magnificent, gravity-defying, with nipples that begged to be sucked, bitten. He strained against her hold, desperate to taste them, but she merely smiled, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.
"Please, Mistress," he whimpered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me touch them."
"Not yet, pet," she replied, her voice a husky whisper.
She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra with expert ease. Her tits spilled out, heavy and full, the nipples already hard and begging for attention. Casey's gaze was locked onto them, his mouthwatering at the sight.
Mary leaned back, her hands resting on Casey's chest. She began to grind her hips, her pussy rubbing against his mouth through the thin lace of her panties. He could feel her heat, her wetness, and it drove him wild.
"Lick me, Casey," she commanded, her voice ragged with desire.
I could hear the hunger in her voice, the burning desire to be worshipped. She shifted her weight, her wetness grinding against my lips. My tongue darted out, exploring her folds, teasing her clit. She moaned above me, her fingers tightening around my wrists.
"Fuck, yes," she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Right there, pet."
My tongue swirled around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, tasting her sweetness. I could feel her legs trembling, her breath becoming ragged.
She was close, so close. I couldn't wait to taste her, to make her come apart beneath my fingers.
"You're such a good boy, Casey," she murmured, her grip on my wrists loosening slightly. "Such a good little pet."
Her words sent a shockwave of desire straight to my cock. I was so hard, so ready for her. I could feel the pre-cum seeping through my jeans, staining the fabric a darker shade.
But Mary had no intention of letting me come anytime soon. That wasn't part of her plan.
Casey's tongue worked diligently, pleasing Mary as she rode his face with increasing fervor. Her moans filled the room, echoing off the walls, spurring him on.
Suddenly, she grabbed his balls again, this time separating them, one in each hand. She squeezed firmly, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through him. He groaned, the vibrations making her gasp.
Mary's breath hitched as her orgasm approached. She ground her pussy and ass against Casey's nose and tongue, using his face for her pleasure. Her grip on his balls tightened, squeezing them harder and harder, making him wince.
"Fuck, yes," she panted, her hips bucking wildly. "Make me come, pet. Make me fucking come!"
Casey's tongue lashed out, lapping at her clit, her pussy, her ass, giving her everything she demanded. Mary's thighs clenched around his head, her heels digging into his back, holding him in place.
As her climax hit, she let out a scream, her pussy gushing onto his face. She squeezed his balls with all her might, her fingers crushing them in her palm. Casey cried out, the pain intense, but it only served to heighten his own arousal.
Before he could recover, Mary reached down and pulled out his cock, hard and throbbing. She grabbed his balls, gathering them up in one hand, and began to jerk him off roughly. Her other hand squeezed his balls, her grip tight, unforgiving.
She stroked him fast, her palm sliding over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that leaked from the tip. Casey moaned, his hips bucking, trying to fuck her fist. But Mary had him pinned, her weight on his chest, her hands controlling every movement.
"Look at me, pet," she commanded, her voice harsh. He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. Her pupils were dilated, her irises a stormy sea of lust. She was beautiful, terrifying, and utterly in control.
Mary's fingers tightened around Casey's balls, squeezing them relentlessly as she spanked them lightly, the smack of flesh on flesh filling the room, making him squirm beneath her.
"Fuck, Mistress," he groaned, his cock throbbing, desperate for release.
Mary smirked, knowing exactly what he needed. She gathered his balls in one hand, her fingers wrapping around them, squeezing firmly. Her other hand grasped his cock, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive head, stroking it vigorously.
Casey's hips bucked, fucking her fist, seeking more friction. Mary obliged, her hand moving faster, her grip tighter. She could feel his balls drawing up, his cock swelling, ready to explode.
Suddenly, she released him, moving up his body with feline grace. She straddled his hips, guiding his cock to her entrance. She sank down, taking him deep inside her, letting out a moan of pleasure.
"Fuck me, Casey," she commanded, her voice ragged. "Fuck me hard!"
He obeyed, his hips lifting off the floor,
Mary began to ride him, her hips moving in long, smooth, steady strokes. Her ass bounced off his thighs, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. She leaned back, her hands gripping his knees, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Just like that, pet. Fuck me just like that."
Casey's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her down onto him, impaling himself deeper inside her. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing unbearable.
"Come for me, Casey," Mary commanded, her voice ragged. "Fill me up, pet. Give me every drop."
With a groan, he did, his cock pulsing, shooting his load deep inside her. It was massive, overflowing, leaking out around his shaft, dripping down onto his balls.
Mary slid back, hovering over Casey's face, her pussy gaping and overflowing with his cum. She ground against him, her ass cheeks spreading, allowing his cream pie to ooze out, coating his chin, his nose, his mouth.
"Lick it up, pet," she commanded, her voice husky with satisfaction. "Clean up your mess."
Casey obeyed, his tongue darting out, lapping at the cum dripping from her pussy. He could taste himself, salty and bitter, mixed with her sweet juices. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep inside her, cleaning up every last drop.
Mary moaned, her hips bucking, riding his tongue, grinding her ass against his nose. She reached down, spreading her cheeks wider, allowing him better access. He could feel her muscles clenching, her pussy pulsing as another orgasm built.
"Swallow it, Casey," she ordered, her voice firm. "Swallow every drop."
He obeyed, his mouth filling with their combined juices. He swallowed, again and again, until there was nothing left. Then, he licked his lips,
savoring the taste of them together. Mary watched him, her eyes dark with satisfaction, her breathing still ragged from her own release.
"Good boy," she purred, leaning down to kiss him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, exploring, tasting herself on his lips. He kissed her back, hungry, eager, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts.
She pulled away, breaking the kiss. "Not so fast, pet," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "We're not done yet."
Casey's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through him.
Mary's smile was predatory, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that made his cock twitch despite having just come.
"What do you mean, we're not done yet?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mary chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, pet," she said, trailing a finger down his chest, circling his nipple, "you know I'm insatiable. Besides," she added, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I've been saving something special for you."
She climbed off him, standing beside the couch.
Her pussy was still dripping with their combined juices, her thighs slick with sweat. She looked down at Casey, his chest heaving, his cock still half-hard, glistening with their fuck. She smirked, knowing what was coming next would have him rock solid in no time.
"Roll over, pet," she commanded, her voice firm. "Ass up in the air."
Casey hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. Mary raised an eyebrow, her patience wearing thin. "Now, Casey," she snapped.
"Don't make me repeat myself."
He scrambled to comply, flipping over onto his stomach, his ass sticking up in the air. Mary admired the view, her eyes lingering on the curve of his ass, the way his muscles flexed as he waited for her command.
"Spread your cheeks, pet," she ordered, her voice laced with dominance. "Show me that pretty little hole."
Casey reached back, his fingers grasping his ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Mary could see his puckered entrance, pink and inviting. She felt a surge of desire, her pussy throbbing at the sight.
She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to claim him, to possess him completely. She reached into the drawer of the nearby table, pulling out a bottle of lubricant and a large, black strapon.
"Have you ever had anything in your ass before, pet?" she asked, her voice casual, despite the pounding of her heart.
Casey hesitated, then shook his head. "No, Mistress."
Mary smirked, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her.
"Well, pet," she said, her voice dripping with honeyed venom, "today's your lucky day. I'm going to pop that cherry of yours."
Casey's breath hitched, his ass clenching instinctively. Mary could see the fear in his eyes, but also the excitement, the curiosity. She poured some lube onto her fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up.
"Relax, Casey," she cooed, running her lubed-up fingers along his crack, making him shiver. "I'll go slow.
I promise," Mary whispered, her voice a low, soothing hum. She circled his hole with her fingertip, feeling it clench and unclench under her touch. "But first, I want you to relax. Take a deep breath, pet."
Casey did as he was told, inhaling deeply, his body trembling slightly. Mary took advantage of his momentary relaxation, pressing her finger gently against his entrance. He tensed briefly, then forced himself to relax, allowing her digit to slip inside.
"Fuck," he hissed, his body tensing again as Mary's finger explored his virgin territory.
She could feel the resistance, the tightness, but she also felt him relaxing, his body adjusting to the intrusion.
"That's it, pet," she encouraged, her voice low and soothing. "You're doing so well. Just breathe and push back against my finger."
Casey followed her instructions, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to relax his muscles. Mary could feel him opening up, his ass accepting her finger. She began to move it slowly, in and out, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come.
"God, that feels... weird," he admitted, his voice strained.
"It hurts, but... fuck, it feels good too."
Mary smiled, her finger still moving slowly in and out of his ass. "That's because you're a natural-born slut, Casey," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is playing catch-up."
She added a second finger, stretching him further. Casey groaned, his body tensing briefly before relaxing again. Mary could feel his muscles clenching around her fingers, his ass trying to suck them in deeper.
She twisted her wrist, scissoring her fingers, stretching him wider. Casey let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking, fucking himself on her hand.
"Fuck, Mistress," he panted, his voice ragged. "I never thought... I never imagined..."
"Shhh, pet," Mary hushed him, her voice a low purr. Taking my fingers like a good little slut."
She added a third finger, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, burying them deep inside him.
Casey let out a cry, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure-pain coursed through him. Mary could feel his prostate, that tiny, magical gland that held the key to his undoing. She rubbed it firmly, her fingers curling, massaging it relentlessly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Casey chanted, his hips bucking, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the floor. I can't take it, Mistress!"
"Yes, you can, pet," Mary growled, her voice laced with dominance. "You'll take whatever I give you.
Now, be a good little slut and beg for my cock."
Casey's breath hitched, his eyes widening at Mary's crude words. But his body betrayed him, his cock twitching, leaking more pre-cum at the filthy demand. He hesitated, his pride warring with his desire, but Mary just raised an eyebrow, waiting.
"Please, Mistress," he finally choked out, his voice barely audible. "Please give me your cock."
Mary smirked, satisfied with his submission. She withdrew her fingers from his ass, leaving him empty and wanting.
But the feeling was short-lived, replaced by a heavy weight as she positioned the strapon at his entrance.
"You're mine now, Casey," she whispered, her voice a menacing rasp.
With that, she wrapped her fingers around his balls and pulled them hard towards her as she pushed, driving the strapon deep into him. Casey cried out, his nails digging into the couch cushions beneath him. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, foreign, and yet... undeniably arousing.
Mary started to move, pulling out and thrusting back in, establishing a slow rhythm that had Casey writhing beneath her.
His cries filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain that only served to fuel Mary's desire. She could feel his muscles clenching around the strapon, his ass trying to suck it in deeper.
"Fuck, you're so tight, pet," she growled, her hips slamming against his ass, as she squeezed and pulled on his balls hard while driving the toy deeper with each thrust. "Your ass was made for this."
Casey could only moan in response, his body consumed by the sensations coursing through him. He'd never felt so full, so stretched, so utterly owned.
Each thrust of the strapon sent waves of pleasure-pain coursing through him, making his cock leak onto the floor. He could feel Mary's fingers digging into his balls, pulling them hard, adding another layer of sensation that had him moaning uncontrollably. "It's too much. I can't... I can't..."
"Yes, you can, pet," Mary snarled, her hips slamming against his ass, driving the strapon deeper as she squeezed his balls with all her might. "You'll take everything I give you.
Now, be a good little slut and tell me how much you love my cock in your ass."
Casey's breath hitched, his body tensing as Mary's words washed over him. He could feel the strapon buried deep inside him, stretching him, filling him in ways he'd never imagined. His cock throbbed, leaking pre-cum onto the floor, betraying his body's reaction to her filthy words.
"I... I love it, Mistress," he stammered, his voice ragged.
"I fucking love your cock in my ass."
Mary smirked, her hips slamming against him harder, driving the strapon deeper. "Louder, pet," she commanded. "I want to hear you scream it."
"I love it!" Casey yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. "I fucking love your cock in my ass! Fuck me, Mistress! Fuck me hard!"
Mary growled, her fingers releasing his balls to grip his hips, pulling him back onto her as she thrust forward.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Casey's moans and Mary's grunts of effort. Sweat dripped from her brow, her body working tirelessly to claim him, to use him for her pleasure.
Casey's hands fisted the couch cushions, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control. His ass burned, stretched around the thick intruder, but the pain only served to heighten his pleasure. Each thrust sent jolts of electricity coursing through him, making his cock ache with the need to come.
But Mary had other plans. She reached around, her hand wrapping around his shaft, pumping him in time with her thrusts.
"Fuck, Mistress," he groaned, his hips bucking, fucking her hand and the strapon simultaneously. "I'm gonna come."
"Not yet, pet," she growled, her fingers tightening around his cock, squeezing the base hard. "You don't come until I say so."
Casey let out a frustrated groan, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his orgasm.
Mary just laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. She released his cock, her hand moving to his balls, cupping them, squeezing them gently.
"Please, Mistress," he begged, his voice ragged. I can't hold back much longer."
Mary's response was to squeeze his balls harder, her fingers digging into his flesh. "You will, pet," she commanded, her voice firm. "You'll hold back until I say you can come. Understand?"
Casey nodded, his breath coming in short gasps.
Mary could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his body's needs and his mind's commands. She smirked, loving the challenge, the power she held over him.
She released his balls, her hand moving to his prostate, her fingers rubbing the sensitive gland firmly. Casey let out a cry, his hips bucking, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the floor. I can't hold back."
Mary just smiled, her fingers continuing their relentless assault on his prostate.
"You can, and you will, pet," she said, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "You'll hold back until I say so. Now, be a good little slut and show me how much you love my cock in your ass."
Casey's body trembled, his resolve crumbling under Mary's expert touch and commanding tone. He knew he should fight it, should try to maintain some semblance of control, but his body betrayed him, his hips bucking, fucking himself on her fingers, chasing the pleasure that only she could give him.
Mary ordered him to flip over on his back. "I have another surprise for you but since you've been such a good boy today I'm going to give it to you today." He got in position on his back and she unceremoniously pushed her cock back deep inside him and reached over to the end table drawer and pulled out a set of large urethral sounds.
She showed them to him, letting him get a good look at the size and shape of them. His eyes widened in shock and fear.
"Mistress, please..." he started to protest, but she cut him off with a sharp slap to his cheek.
"Shut your fucking mouth, pet," she spat. "You've been a good boy today, but that doesn't mean you get to call the shots. I'm in charge here, remember?"
Casey nodded, his cheek stinging from the impact.
Mary smirked, pleased with his submission. She lubed up the largest sound, its metal surface glinting menacingly in the dim light. Casey's eyes widened, tracking the object as she brought it closer to his cock.
"Relax, pet," she cooed, her voice deceptively soft. "This won't hurt... much."
Casey took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. Mary grasped his cock, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, holding it steady. She pressed the tip of the sound against his piss slit, applying gentle pressure.
Casey gasped, his body tensing as the cold metal breached his urethra. Mary didn't stop, pushing the sound deeper, inch by agonizing inch.
"Fuck, Mistress," he hissed, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. "It's too big. I can't take it."
Mary just smiled, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Yes, you can, pet," she purred. "You'll take it all.
Every fucking inch," Mary commanded, her voice laced with steel. She pushed the sound deeper, ignoring Casey's whimpers of discomfort. She could feel his piss slit stretching around the thick metal, accommodating its size. His cock throbbed in her hand, leaking pre-cum, betraying his body's response to the intense stimulation.
Casey's breath came in short gasps, his body tensing and relaxing in rhythm with Mary's movements. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between pain and pleasure. She loved seeing him like this, vulnerable and at her mercy.
She pushed the sound deeper, feeling it bump against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through him. Casey let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking, fucking himself on the metal rod. I can't..."
"Yes, you can, pet," Mary growled, her voice laced with dominance. "You'll take it all.
She began pumping her cock inside him as she fucked his cock with her thick rod.
The dual sensation of being filled in both holes was almost too much for Casey to bear. He let out a loud, guttural moan, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure-pain coursed through him. I can't hold back anymore."
Mary just smirked, her hips slamming against his ass, driving the strapon and the sound deeper. "Then don't, pet," she growled.
Then a wicked grin came across her face. She let go of the rod, leaving it deep inside his piss hole ane she grabbed his balls separately, one in each hand and squeezed gently but increasing the pressure little by little until she was squeezing with all her might while she gradually fucked his ass harder and harder until it was a frenzy of ass fucking and balls crushing.
Casey was in agony, his eyes watering, his breath coming in short gasps, his entire body shaking with the intensity of the sensations coursing through him. He felt like he was going to explode, his cock throbbing, his balls aching, his ass burning from the relentless pounding. he screamed, his voice hoarse from the effort. "I'm gonna come, Mistress! I can't hold it back!"
Mary just sneered at him, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Then come, you pathetic little worm," she spat.
"Come all over yourself while I fuck your ass and crush your balls."
Casey let out a primal roar, his body convulsing as he came harder than he ever had before. Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, splattering his chest, his neck, his face. Mary continued to pound his ass, her hips slamming against him, driving the strapon deep as she squeezed his balls mercilessly.
His orgasm seemed to go on forever, his body wracked with pleasure-pain, his vision swimming.
Mary showed no signs of stopping, her hips slamming against him, her fingers digging into his balls, milking him for every last drop of cum.
Finally, when he thought he couldn't take anymore, she slowed, her movements becoming languid, drawing out his orgasm until he was a quivering, panting mess beneath her.
She released his balls, her hands moving to his chest, pinning him down as she leaned over him, her breath hot on his face. "Look at you," she taunted, her voice a low purr.
"Covered in your own cum, your ass red and raw from my cock. You're a fucking mess, Casey."
Casey could only whimper in response, his body spent, his mind foggy from the intensity of his orgasm. Mary smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She wasn't done with him yet.
She climbed off him, leaving him sprawled on the bed, his legs splayed, his cock still half-hard, glistening with his own cum. She walked over to the dresser, her hips swaying, her ass cheeks clenching with each step.
Casey watched her, his eyes glazed over, his body still tingling from the aftermath of his orgasm. He couldn't believe what they'd just done, what she'd made him do. And yet, despite the soreness, the ache in his balls, his cock twitched at the sight of her, ready for more.
Mary turned to face him, a wicked grin on her face. She held up a pair of leather cuffs, the metal chains clinking ominously. "Sit up, pet," she commanded, her voice firm.
Casey struggled to comply, his limbs heavy and sluggish from the intensity of his orgasm. Mary just smirked, watching him with a mixture of amusement and impatience. "Hurry up, Casey," she snapped. "I haven't got all day."
Casey managed to sit up, his back resting against the headboard, his legs splayed in front of him. Mary approached him, the leather cuffs dangling from her fingers, the metal chains clanking softly. She held them up, showing them to him, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"These are going to help us explore some new things, pet," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. "Now, put your arms behind your back."
Casey hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "Do I need to repeat myself, Casey?" she asked, her voice laced with warning.
"No, Mistress," he replied quickly, scrambling to comply. He brought his arms behind his back, his wrists crossed. Mary stepped closer, her body pressing against his, her breasts brushing against his chest.
She could feel his heart pounding, his breath coming in short gasps. She smirked, loving the effect she had on him. She reached around, her fingers finding the buckle of the first cuff, securing it tightly around his left wrist. She repeated the process with his right wrist, the metal clinking softly as she secured the second cuff.
Casey tested his restraints, tugging at them experimentally. They held fast, the leather digging into his skin, a reminder of his helplessness. Mary watched him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She loved seeing him like this, bound and at her mercy.
It fueled her desire, her need to dominate him, to use him for her pleasure. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork, her eyes roving over his naked body, taking in every inch of him.
"Spread your legs, pet," she commanded, her voice firm. Casey complied, his legs falling open, revealing his still half-hard cock, glistening with remnants of his earlier orgasm. Mary smirked, her eyes gleaming with lust. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, pumping him slowly, feeling him harden in her hand.
Casey let out a moan, his hips bucking, fucking her fist. Mary just smiled, her grip tightening, her strokes becoming firmer, more insistent.
"Look at you, pet," she taunted, her voice a low purr. "So eager to please me. So desperate for my touch." He could feel his cock swelling in her hand, his balls tightening, the familiar tingle of impending orgasm building in his spine.
"Not yet, pet," Mary commanded, her voice firm.
She released his cock, leaving him panting and wanting. She stepped away, leaving him bound and exposed, his cock throbbing, his balls aching. He watched as she walked over to the dresser, her hips swaying, her ass cheeks clenching with each step. She opened the top drawer, rummaging through the contents until she found what she was looking for. She turned to face him, a wicked grin on her face, holding up an enormous, pink dildo and a bottle of lube.
Casey's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat.
The dildo was massive, easily twice the size of the strapon Mary had used on him earlier. It was bright pink, the color complemented Mary's fair, freckled skin as she held it up, inspecting it with a critical eye. She looked over at Casey, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Like what you see, pet?" "Because I sure as hell do."
Casey swallowed hard, his eyes locked on the monstrous toy. "It's... it's big, Mistress," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mary just smirked, walking back towards him, the dildo and lube in hand.
"Big enough to make you scream, pet," she said, her voice laced with promise. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs, her knees pinning his legs down. Casey could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, could smell her arousal, musky and sweet. His cock twitched, hardening at the scent, at the feel of her body so close to his.
Mary set down the lube and straddled his face , her pussy hovering inches above his mouth. Casey could feel her heat, could see the glistening folds of her cunt, already wet and ready.
"Lick me, pet," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Make me come on your tongue."
Casey obeyed, his tongue darting out, lapping at her pussy, tasting her sweet, tangy juices. Mary let out a moan, grinding herself against his face, riding his tongue as he licked and sucked at her clit.
Casey could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating his chin, his neck, as he devoured her pussy. He could feel her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared her orgasm.
"Fuck, yes, pet," she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him tighter against her. "Make me come. Make me fucking come on your face."
Casey redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking against her clit, his lips sucking and biting at her swollen flesh.
Mary's moans grew louder, her hips bucking, fucking his face as she chased her release. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. She reached behind her and squeezed his left nut, claiming it as hers.
"Fuck, yes, pet," she growled, her voice ragged. "Just like that. Don't you dare fucking stop."
Casey didn't, his tongue working overtime, his jaw aching from the effort. He could feel her pussy pulsing, her juices flowing freely, coating his face, choking him. He didn't care, he wanted more, needed more.
He wanted to taste her, to feel her come apart on his tongue. He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his. But she was the one in control, and she had other plans.
Mary lifted herself off his face, leaving him gasping for air, his chin slick with her juices. She grabbed the lube and the massive dildo, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Casey's gaze flicked between the two, his stomach churning with a mix of excitement and apprehension as she brought the dildo to the entrance of his mouth. He closed his lips tightly and shook hisbhead in protest but she still had his nut in her hand so she clamped down on it fiercely , causing him to yelp in pain and open his mouth wide. She wasted no time and shoved the massive pink dildo deep into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and making him gag. She held it there, forcing him to breathe through his nose, tears streaming down his face.
"Relax your throat, pet," she commanded, her voice laced with amusement. "You're going to take every inch of this monster cock."
Casey tried to comply, his body shaking as he fought to relax his throat muscles.
Mary smirked, watching him struggle, enjoying the sight of him choking on the massive dildo. She twisted it slightly, making him gag again, his eyes watering.
"That's it, pet," she taunted, her voice a low purr. "Take it like a good little slut. Show me how much you can handle."
Casey could feel the dildo stretching his mouth, his jaw aching from the effort of keeping it open. He could taste the plastic, feel the ridges and veins that mimicked the texture of a real cock.
Mary twisted it again, fucking his mouth, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Casey could feel his own cock hardening, his balls aching as he watched her, as he felt her using him.
"Look at you, pet," she taunted, her voice laced with amusement. "Your cock is rock hard, leaking pre-cum all over the place. You must really love having your mouth fucked, huh?"
Casey could only moan in response, his mouth stuffed full of silicone cock. Mary just laughed, her hips picking up speed, fucking his mouth harder, faster.
"You love it, don't you, pet? You love being used like this, being treated like a worthless little slut."
Casey could only moan in agreement, his body writhing beneath her, his cock throbbing with need. Mary could see the desperation in his eyes, the hunger for release. She smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.
She pulled the dildo out of his mouth, leaving him gasping for air, his jaw aching. "Turn over, pet," she commanded, her voice firm.
Casey complied, flipping onto his stomach, his bound wrists digging into the small of his back. Mary tied a small rope tightly around his balls and tied the other end taut to the footboard and then she straddled his thighs, her pussy pressing against his ass, her hands gripping his hips. She could feel his muscles tense beneath her touch, his body ready and waiting for whatever she had planned next.
She reached for the lube, squirting a generous amount onto her fingers. She rubbed them together, warming the liquid before bringing them to his asshole, circling the tight pucker with her fingertips. Casey let out a shuddering breath, his body tensing as he anticipated her invasion.
Mary just smirked, her fingers pressing against his asshole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, sinking into his hot, clenching channel.
"Fuck, Mistress," he hissed, his body arching, his cock throbbing against the sheets. "That feels... fuck."
Mary just laughed, squirted more lube on his hole and put the big pink monster against his entrance.
With one swift movement, she pushed it inside him. The dildo filled him up wholly, and he couldn't help but let out a long, low groan as she started to move it in a slow, steady rhythm.
"How does that feel, you slutty little bitch?" she purred, leaning forward so her chest pressed against his back, her tits hot and heavy on his skin. She reached around and grabbed his cock, giving it a vicious tug that made him buck and gasp.
"Answer me, you fucking slut," she growled, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "How does it feel to have your ass stretched wide open by my fat cock?"
Casey could only whimper in response, his body writhing beneath her, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. Mary just smirked, her hips picking up speed, fucking him harder and faster. Every time she pumped him extra hard, it pushed him forward causing the rope to pull unforgivingly on his aching balls
. His cries of pleasure-pain filled the room, spurring her on. She could feel her own orgasm building, her clit rubbing against his ass with each thrust, sending jolts of electricity coursing through her.
"Fuck, Casey," she panted, her nails digging into his hips, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his flesh. "You feel so fucking good. Your ass is so tight, milking my cock like a good little slut."
Casey could only moan in response, his body writhing beneath her, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.
Every time she pumped, it pushed him forward, causing the rope around his balls to pull taut, sending jolts of pain and pleasure coursing through him.
"Fuck, Mistress," he gasped, his voice ragged. "I can't...
Mary just laughed, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Who said anything about holding back, pet?" she taunted, her voice laced with amusement. "I want you to come.
Now," Mary commanded, her voice a low growl. She reached around, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts. Casey let out a guttural moan, his body tensing, his balls tightening as he neared his release.
"Not yet, pet," Mary snarled, her fingers squeezing the base of his cock, halting his orgasm. "Not until I say so."
Casey whimpered, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. Mary just smirked, her hips slamming against him, her fingers working his cock with expert precision.
She knew exactly how to touch him, how to bring him to the brink of orgasm and then pull him back, leaving him begging for release.
"Please, Mistress," Casey pleaded, his voice ragged, his body shaking with need. "Let me come.
Mary just laughed, a low, cruel sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Beg harder, pet," she taunted, her voice laced with amusement.
"Beg like the pathetic little slut you are."
Casey let out a whimper, his body writhing beneath her, his cock throbbing with need. "Please let me come. I'll do anything. Anything you want."
Mary just smirked, her hips slamming against him, her fingers working his cock with expert precision.
"Let me come." Mary repeated his words back to him, a mocking tone in her voice. Such a pathetic plea from such a pathetic little worm." She punctuated her words with a particularly brutal thrust, making Casey cry out in pain and pleasure. "But since you asked so nicely..." She trailed off, her fingers releasing their grip on his cock. "Come for me, pet."
Casey let out a guttural roar, his body convulsing as he came harder than he ever had before.
Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, splattering the sheets, his stomach, even reaching up to paint his chin. Mary continued to fuck him, her hips slamming against him, driving the dildo deep as she rode out her own orgasm, her pussy clenching around nothing, seeking the friction she craved.
As their orgasms subsided, Mary slowed her movements, her body collapsing onto Casey's back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She lay there for a moment, her heart pounding, her skin slick with sweat and then she fell asleep on top of him with the huge pink dildo still rock hard inside him all night.