Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Sixteen-2

Hot pink panties still hide her holiest of holies. But her buttocks and thighs, indeed every elegant line of her long, long legs are simply to die for. Daintily she steps out of her pants, and then coquettishly kicks them aside. Then she slowly, oh so slowly, slides down and off her underwear, revealing a delta of Venus that is exceeded in allure only by the tasteful shape of the trim and shave that gives her but a narrow arrow of hair pointing down at that most sacred fount.

Again she kicks her panties aside. Then, still smiling oh so beguilingly at me, she struts and shimmies her way up onto the bed in a way that has my heart pounding like crazy and my p***s throbbing like a thumb hit by a hammer.

Trapped in its uncompromising rubber sheath, able to erect no more than forty percent, it screams at me for release. As Mistress looms above me in all her glory, I can’t help but beg her for this.

“Please, Mistress Melissa! Won’t you take off the condom catheter too? If only it had room, my d**k would be swelling up bigger than it ever has before. But right now it can’t, and the pain is so exquisite...”

“Good!” Mistress growls down at my obvious distress. “I want it to hurt, and so do you, slave! Admit it, any pain at all, but most especially p***s pain, gives you pleasure, at least when it’s inflicted by me, your beloved Mistress. You know for a fact that we both want that exquisite penile pain to climb and climb and climb and climb almost without end. And then finally, when I at last do see fit to free it, and wrap it in my slim strong hand, my hot wet mouth, or even my incredibly hungry v****a, the pleasure and relief you feel will be so overwhelming that they’ll blow your f*****g mind. So you just shut up and be patient, my stupidly misbehaving little bondage slave!”

Leaving my condom thus torturing me, Mistress Melissa then makes it incomprehensibly worse by gripping my throbbing d**k, bending it back along the line of my thighs, and then swinging her naked body astride mine. Sitting down, straddling my crippled hips and back-bent d**k, she simultaneously teases, torments, and sternly instructs me.

“Now then, slave: I’m going to give you that one for free, because I intend to be the most incredibly compassionate Mistress ever. But I’m also going to be terribly cruel to you, because we both know that that’s what you truly want and need from me. So from now on, don’t you ever dare to ask me for mercy! That will just make things worse.

“In fact, if I’m not hurting you enough, if you need me to be harder, stricter, more ruthlessly cruel to you, then by all means beg me for mercy. I will ratchet up the intensity of your treatment accordingly. Do we understand each other?”

Mouth dry, my p***s aflame with pain, completely cowed by the gorgeous Goddess atop me, I nod submissively.

“Yes, Mistress Melissa,” I reply. In response my Goddess gleams down at me with unalloyed approval.

“Excellent! Wonderful! You’re such an obedient, compliant little slave! In that case, you should know that the true cruelty that you are due won’t begin until tomorrow morning. Tonight is all about my long overdue fulfillment, not yours. Tonight you’re going to demonstrate to me just how right I was in choosing you over lame old Rupert!”

Slowly Mistress Melissa leans forward then, until she’s lying atop me. With her crotch still crushing my back-bent c**k, and her wonderful breasts mashed against my chest, her beautiful face is only millimeters away from my own.

Never have we been closer. Drowning in my Goddess’ big brown eyes, I moan uncontrollably. She giggles at that, and then puts me to the question.

“Tell me, Jonny, have I ever kissed you on the mouth?”

Treasuring every puff of her breath, I shake my head. “Just on the cheek, my beautiful Mistress.”

Her mouth makes a moue of chagrin. “That’s not right. Oh, I’m so sorry, baby! Well starting right now we’re going to make up for a whole lot of lost time. Let’s see, we’ve known each other for what, twelve years? Well I’m going to give you one of my very best kisses for each and every one of those years. Then we’ll just go on from there!”

Melissa’s hands slip beneath my hair and clutch my head. Her eyes slide closed and her face drops down that last little bit. Then her lips press mine, and the most enjoyable kiss I’ve ever experienced begins.

It’s not just that we both have full, soft lips, although that is a lot of it. No, this is the person that I love more than anyone else ever, and my head swims madly to be intimate with her at last. My depthless passion is easily transmitted to her, and vice versa, and for the twenty seconds or so that our lips are glued together I’m in the closest earthly approximation of heaven possible.

At long last she finally breaks away. Staring deeply into my eyes with her own oh-so expressive ones, she breathes down at me, “That’s one.”

Again her eyes slip closed, her lips find mine, and all the love and affection we feel for each other pour out of our hearts and into this wonderfully tactile contact. “Two!”

Kiss after kiss after kiss, we make up for that lost time in the most blissful fashion imaginable. Yet after kiss number seven, the simple sweetness of love is being slowly subsumed by the more primitive passion of lust. Our mingled breaths become heavier, we are increasingly reluctant to break apart, and each successive smooch is hotter, wetter, longer... By the time we reach twelve our mouths have opened on their own and we enjoy the briefest brush of tongues before breaking apart.

“So much for the formalities,” Melissa finally whispers down at me. “Now I’m going to devour you like a chocolate covered cherry!”

She clamps her mouth over mine and pries it open. Our tongues tangle and twist, and for the next twenty minutes we make out like horny teenagers. French kissing me aggressively, Mistress begins to writhe atop me, rubbing our naked bodies together in the most maddening fashion. My trapped c**k throbs and burns beneath her, and my moans are now as much about pain as pleasure. Soon the two become indistinguishable. Then I suffer and savor her oral assault until at last she needs more intimate stimulation.

Without warning she breaks our mouth lock off, and then slides up my tightly bound body. Finally freed, my burning p***s waggles and bobs ridiculously behind her. Her amazing hair falls all around me in chestnut curtain then, as she suddenly rubs her breasts against my face.

“Suckle me, slave,” she demands. “I know that you’ve always dreamed of this. Now do it!” A stiffly erect n****e is pushed between my lips. With a moan of disbelief I batten on it, and start suckling for all I’m worth.

“No, no slave!” She is quick to correct me. “Pull harder! Long, slow, deep, insanely sustained sucks. Try to believe that you’re feeding off me.”

Immediately I obey, and within seconds, I’m rewarded with moans of pure pleasure from my Mistress. The firm flesh of her left breast quivers against my lips as she gasps and shudders with exquisite bliss. Running her hands lovingly through my hair and then clamping my head to her chest, she requires me to service first one n****e and then the other, pausing in between to grind and smear them against me, and even slap each side of my face with those magnificent t**s. Once again in an unimagined heaven, I savor the experience and suffer the result, as that cruelly tight condom punishes every pulse of blood pounding into my prick.

After an eternity of this torturous bliss, Mistress Melissa at last pulls back. Stroking my cheeks, smiling lovingly down, she compliments me. “You are good! For someone who hasn’t had a woman in over fifteen years, you are so very good. I’m so glad that I chose you! You know what comes next, don’t you, slave?”

“Yes, my beautiful Goddess.”

“And what is that?”

“Now I receive the incredible, incomprehensible honor of servicing your most sacred center.”

“Well said, my wonderful new slave-mate. Now I will ride your face – something Rupert would never allow me to do. I am completely confident that you will quickly make me forget every wretched thing about him.”

With that Mistress moves up higher, straddling my face with her slim, matchless legs. Then she lowers herself slowly into position. As soon as she’s within reach I go to work on her.

Slavishly eager to please my Mistress, I lap at her labia enthusiastically, gratified at how wet she is already. My tongue easily finds its way inside, and I thrust and lick and flick with all the energy and skill at my disposal. Soon Melissa’s moans become soft little cries, and then louder ones, and finally piercing shrieks of ecstasy when at last I attack that hidden little nubbin so amenable to sensation. Within a very short time I bring her to orgasm, which she maximizes by grinding herself against me, soaking and smothering me with her hot wet womanhood until every last wracking spasm shivers its way through her. Then mere minutes after she moved into place my Mistress Melissa lifts off my face, panting for breath and blessing me once again with her unalloyed approval.

“Oh boy, was that ever great! I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Believe me baby, that’s going to be an integral part of our nightly routine for the rest of our delightful lives. But right now I’m too eager to see what else you’ve got for me. I think your poor, cramped lil’ fella down there has suffered enough, at least for now!”

Mistress Melissa scoots down the bed, until she’s straddling my extensively rope-wrapped knees.

Straight away she unwinds the tape about my base and then peels free the condom catheter imprisoning me. Immediately my aching erection swells, achieving in seconds a potential I’d never dreamed possible. Stretching its neck like a brontosaur browsing on a redwood, it strains skyward and throbs with need and glee at finally being free. Mistress coos with approval at this, and runs a finger lightly up and down its length, eliciting a most uncontrollable moan from me.

“Look at you! You must be twice the size of Rupert! And that sad sack couldn’t keep it up for five minutes at a time to save his worthless life. But that won’t be a problem with you, will it, my delicious little slave? You can’t climax at all! You’re going to stay good and hard as long as I want. And believe me baby: that’s going to be a long, long, long time! If there’s one thing that I love, and have been starved of, it’s playing with a big hard p***s!”

And so the real torment commences.

Mistress Melissa’s fingers and fist manipulate me, delicately at first, gently teasing, and then ever more aggressively. The end of her tongue toys with the tip of my prick, yet nothing more just yet. She tickles my tingling balls, commenting upon how tomorrow she will shave me, so that she can enjoy endlessly mouthing my testicles as well. Then she gets down to business, and for the next hour or so I moan and writhe in ecstatic distress as she pumps me at ever-varying speeds, rubs me against and between her delectable breasts, licks up and down the rigid shaft, sucks like a succubus at the soft swollen head, and at last performs full-fledged fellatio.

Bobbing up and down from root to crown, her soft hot lips slide and slip from base to tip until I’m squirming futilely and whimpering like a trapped animal with the need for orgasmic release.