I first met my wife Loretta when I went back to college to study full time in 2002. At the time, I was 32, and disheartened with my current marriage and former job. My wife and I had agreed to divorce several months previously, and I wanted to change my direction in life and to start a new career - kind of a mid-life crisis in my early thirties. So I made plans to begin studying Information Technology full-time at a local college.
My divorce came through just before I started my course at college. My ex-wife and I had been on the verge of break-up for quite some time, and when it finally came I was both relieved and saddened: anyone who has drifted away from a spouse and into the clutches of divorce knows the feeling. I was fortunate that the split was mostly amicable, and that I was able to retain enough financially to kick-start my life again, and to allow me to go back and study full-time for a year.
I first saw Loretta in the college cafeteria, and I learned that she was studying accountancy. She was a tall (about 5' 10" – topping my own height by two inches), nicely built woman with long strawberry-blonde hair, aged in her mid thirties. She dazzling green eyes, and had a really great pair of long, shapely legs, which she wasn't afraid to display under skirts which were short, but not too short. Several of my fellow students soon began referring to her as "Legs Loretta". In fact, she is almost a dead-ringer for Kathryn Hahn, who plays Lily Lebowski in "Crossing Jordan".
Being a small campus, we saw each other often in the cafeteria and in the corridors between classes, and we were soon exchanging brief greetings. Naturally, being a typical male and a "leg man" to boot, I indulged in furtively ogling her smooth, perfect legs whenever the chance arose. The summer was warm, and she wore a skirt of one kind or another practically everyday, and so the opportunity to gaze at her gorgeous tanned legs was almost a daily occurrence. I began wondering how it would feel to have those luscious, smooth pins snaked firmly around my neck, or wrapped tightly around my hips.
A little more of my background here: For many years I had always harbored a desire to watch my former wife with another man. I soon learned (via the Internet) that this was a "cuckold fantasy". My wife had known about my little kink, but never did anything about it (which was fine by me), and so for me the fantasy remained just that - fantasy. I'm not hung too well - just over 5 inches, and not overly thick, and perhaps my insecurity about my size ignited this paradoxical kink in me. I will leave this for the shrinks to analyze.
I found, to my surprise, that during my nights alone in my apartment that I would start to fantasize about several women who I had met at college "cucking" me. The more I saw of Loretta, the more she played a starring role in my carnal little reveries. Maybe my recent divorce (and the fact that I wasn't currently getting any) had something to do with this wicked little fantasy coming to the fore.
I quickly started to imagine Loretta as my girlfriend, and that she and I had agreed that she could seek other men for her pleasure. I masturbated often to the lascivious image of Loretta lying underneath some muscular stud, her eyes boring into mine as her lover's cock plunged into her again and again. In the fantasy, she would teasingly wink at me and grin before turning her attention back to her lover, cooing encouragement as his cock explored and conquered her moist pussy, and wrapping those endless legs around his pumping hips as I gazed on helplessly.
At college, Loretta and I began engaging in light conversation whenever we met and had a few spare minutes. I found her to be confident, self-assured and highly intelligent, and there was almost a subtle underlying streak of authority about her. She struck me as being very sure of herself, and knowing exactly what she wanted out of life. This alone made her more desirable to me, as confident women had always excited me sexually.
I should also mention that for many years I have also harbored secret fantasies about being "dominated" by my partner. I don't mean the full BDSM lifestyle; my ideal fantasy involved me being a part-time sexual "servant" to my wife (or girlfriend) in the bedroom only, where she would command me to lick her pussy, and to please her in other ways. The notion always made me hard. I had also stumbled across the concept of "tease and denial" on the Internet, and to imagine someone like Loretta tying me to the bed, and teasing me to the brink of climax numerous times but not letting me cum, made me incredibly hot!
Also on the Internet I was startled to discover that chastity devices for men were available for purchase. I was very intrigued by the concept of being "locked up" by my lover, although I never went any further than wondering about it. In one way I was the ideal candidate for a CB device; several years earlier I had gotten a Prince Albert (PA) piercing. I still had my piercing, and I noted that many of these CB devices were made especially for men with PA's.
Anyway - back to Loretta:
I discovered that she too was recently divorced (about 10 months previously, no kids), and that she had done very well from the property settlement with her ex-husband. She had purchased a very nice house in a swish nearby suburb. I got the impression that she liked me, and I am sure she knew that I was very interested in her. We started to sit together and chat during lunch breaks at the college cafeteria, but went no further than that.
It was coming up to the college mid-term break, and some of the students had organised a mid-term break party. When Loretta announced that she was going, I decided to go too.
The party was fairly small (perhaps three dozen people), and I had a good time shooting the shit with my fellow students and several teachers from college. Loretta arrived at about 9:00pm, and looked absolutely stunning in a black shirt, a white mini-skirt and black high-heels. I saw a lot of guys at the party stealing glances at her endless, shapely brown pins.
The party raged on, and later in the evening one of the guys asked me if I wanted a smoke. I rarely smoke dope, but I was a little buzzed from the beer and I agreed. I had a couple of cones and got quite an intense stone happening. I shortly excused myself and went and sat on a chair on the vacant patio to get some fresh air.
I heard the click of high-heels approaching, and I turned to see Loretta coming out to join me. She sat next to me, and she told me that she had also partaken of a rare smoke too, and also needed some air. We got chatting, and I am sure I made no sense in my stoned state. Loretta didn't seem to care, and seemed quite happy simply to rave with me - two stoned people just raving together.
If I smoke dope, I get horny - and tonight was no exception. Loretta seemed more than willing to flirt, and our talk soon took a casual turn down Sexual Street, and Loretta seemed almost eager to take a stroll there with me. I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter as our chat went on. The subject somehow got around to sexual fantasies, and I know that if I had been straight, then I wouldn't have said what I did, and I may have never begun living the life that I am now.
She asked me what my favorite sexual fantasy was. In my stoned and aroused state I threw caution to the wind, and I somewhat sheepishly told her that my biggest fantasy would be to see my partner have sex with another man. I watched her closely to gauge her reaction; she actually nodded and smiled, and informed me that when she was 21, she once had a MFM with her boyfriend, Trevor, and a friend of his, named Paul. She stated that her boyfriend later told her it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
"So, I know what you mean." she concluded. "Trevor used to tell me how hot it was and how insane it drove him to watch Paul fucking me." Loretta paused and looked me in the eye. "I have read that it is a favorite fantasy for a lot of men, so you certainly aren't alone. I think it's quite a turn-on myself."
I must have blushed, because she laughed softly and told me that whatever we discussed was fine, and that what we talked about would be between just her and I. Her eyes sparkled, and she leaned closer to me.
"So - theoretically - if you and I had a thing going," she began, "it would be a turn on for you if I was to, say, find myself a 'bit' on the side?"
I felt my cock twitch at her question. I realized my hands were now shaking slightly, and I am sure she noticed too - and knew WHY I was shaking. I looked at her, and she was waiting for my reply with an expectant half smile.
I found myself answering without thinking: "Very much. It's been a fantasy for years." I hesitated, and then took the plunge. "Actually, a lot of guys here love checking out your legs. And it kinda ties into that fantasy..." I realized I was babbling, and thankfully I was able to stop before I made a complete fool of myself.
Loretta, however, simply laughed softly. "I am aware that my legs attract a few stares."
"More than a few." I muttered.
Loretta laughed again, and crossed the appendages under discussion. I glanced down at her brown thighs. God, she had such incredible legs! At that moment I wished that I were licking them, sliding my ravenous tongue over her flesh. Loretta continued: "Your ex-wife didn't know about your desire to watch her with another guy?"
"She knew, but it wasn't a big thing. We didn't take it any further than fantasy. She wasn't very adventurous, and I don't think it was her thing."
Loretta smiled softly: "That's a shame. My ex was NOT into that fantasy at all. He used to get very upset if another guy so much as looked at me. It used to drive me mad! He wasn't the type to experiment - purely a meat and potatoes man, as the saying goes, which also used to drive me mad. Personally I think it's great to be able to share erotic ideas and fantasies." She paused and looked into my eyes with a hint of a tease. "Sometimes it's even wilder to act them out." She gave me a grin, and just as I was about to reply a bunch of other students come out onto the patio and greeted us noisily, and so our intimate trip down erotic lane was curtailed.
My divorce came through just before I started my course at college. My ex-wife and I had been on the verge of break-up for quite some time, and when it finally came I was both relieved and saddened: anyone who has drifted away from a spouse and into the clutches of divorce knows the feeling. I was fortunate that the split was mostly amicable, and that I was able to retain enough financially to kick-start my life again, and to allow me to go back and study full-time for a year.
I first saw Loretta in the college cafeteria, and I learned that she was studying accountancy. She was a tall (about 5' 10" – topping my own height by two inches), nicely built woman with long strawberry-blonde hair, aged in her mid thirties. She dazzling green eyes, and had a really great pair of long, shapely legs, which she wasn't afraid to display under skirts which were short, but not too short. Several of my fellow students soon began referring to her as "Legs Loretta". In fact, she is almost a dead-ringer for Kathryn Hahn, who plays Lily Lebowski in "Crossing Jordan".
Being a small campus, we saw each other often in the cafeteria and in the corridors between classes, and we were soon exchanging brief greetings. Naturally, being a typical male and a "leg man" to boot, I indulged in furtively ogling her smooth, perfect legs whenever the chance arose. The summer was warm, and she wore a skirt of one kind or another practically everyday, and so the opportunity to gaze at her gorgeous tanned legs was almost a daily occurrence. I began wondering how it would feel to have those luscious, smooth pins snaked firmly around my neck, or wrapped tightly around my hips.
A little more of my background here: For many years I had always harbored a desire to watch my former wife with another man. I soon learned (via the Internet) that this was a "cuckold fantasy". My wife had known about my little kink, but never did anything about it (which was fine by me), and so for me the fantasy remained just that - fantasy. I'm not hung too well - just over 5 inches, and not overly thick, and perhaps my insecurity about my size ignited this paradoxical kink in me. I will leave this for the shrinks to analyze.
I found, to my surprise, that during my nights alone in my apartment that I would start to fantasize about several women who I had met at college "cucking" me. The more I saw of Loretta, the more she played a starring role in my carnal little reveries. Maybe my recent divorce (and the fact that I wasn't currently getting any) had something to do with this wicked little fantasy coming to the fore.
I quickly started to imagine Loretta as my girlfriend, and that she and I had agreed that she could seek other men for her pleasure. I masturbated often to the lascivious image of Loretta lying underneath some muscular stud, her eyes boring into mine as her lover's cock plunged into her again and again. In the fantasy, she would teasingly wink at me and grin before turning her attention back to her lover, cooing encouragement as his cock explored and conquered her moist pussy, and wrapping those endless legs around his pumping hips as I gazed on helplessly.
At college, Loretta and I began engaging in light conversation whenever we met and had a few spare minutes. I found her to be confident, self-assured and highly intelligent, and there was almost a subtle underlying streak of authority about her. She struck me as being very sure of herself, and knowing exactly what she wanted out of life. This alone made her more desirable to me, as confident women had always excited me sexually.
I should also mention that for many years I have also harbored secret fantasies about being "dominated" by my partner. I don't mean the full BDSM lifestyle; my ideal fantasy involved me being a part-time sexual "servant" to my wife (or girlfriend) in the bedroom only, where she would command me to lick her pussy, and to please her in other ways. The notion always made me hard. I had also stumbled across the concept of "tease and denial" on the Internet, and to imagine someone like Loretta tying me to the bed, and teasing me to the brink of climax numerous times but not letting me cum, made me incredibly hot!
Also on the Internet I was startled to discover that chastity devices for men were available for purchase. I was very intrigued by the concept of being "locked up" by my lover, although I never went any further than wondering about it. In one way I was the ideal candidate for a CB device; several years earlier I had gotten a Prince Albert (PA) piercing. I still had my piercing, and I noted that many of these CB devices were made especially for men with PA's.
Anyway - back to Loretta:
I discovered that she too was recently divorced (about 10 months previously, no kids), and that she had done very well from the property settlement with her ex-husband. She had purchased a very nice house in a swish nearby suburb. I got the impression that she liked me, and I am sure she knew that I was very interested in her. We started to sit together and chat during lunch breaks at the college cafeteria, but went no further than that.
It was coming up to the college mid-term break, and some of the students had organised a mid-term break party. When Loretta announced that she was going, I decided to go too.
The party was fairly small (perhaps three dozen people), and I had a good time shooting the shit with my fellow students and several teachers from college. Loretta arrived at about 9:00pm, and looked absolutely stunning in a black shirt, a white mini-skirt and black high-heels. I saw a lot of guys at the party stealing glances at her endless, shapely brown pins.
The party raged on, and later in the evening one of the guys asked me if I wanted a smoke. I rarely smoke dope, but I was a little buzzed from the beer and I agreed. I had a couple of cones and got quite an intense stone happening. I shortly excused myself and went and sat on a chair on the vacant patio to get some fresh air.
I heard the click of high-heels approaching, and I turned to see Loretta coming out to join me. She sat next to me, and she told me that she had also partaken of a rare smoke too, and also needed some air. We got chatting, and I am sure I made no sense in my stoned state. Loretta didn't seem to care, and seemed quite happy simply to rave with me - two stoned people just raving together.
If I smoke dope, I get horny - and tonight was no exception. Loretta seemed more than willing to flirt, and our talk soon took a casual turn down Sexual Street, and Loretta seemed almost eager to take a stroll there with me. I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter as our chat went on. The subject somehow got around to sexual fantasies, and I know that if I had been straight, then I wouldn't have said what I did, and I may have never begun living the life that I am now.
She asked me what my favorite sexual fantasy was. In my stoned and aroused state I threw caution to the wind, and I somewhat sheepishly told her that my biggest fantasy would be to see my partner have sex with another man. I watched her closely to gauge her reaction; she actually nodded and smiled, and informed me that when she was 21, she once had a MFM with her boyfriend, Trevor, and a friend of his, named Paul. She stated that her boyfriend later told her it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
"So, I know what you mean." she concluded. "Trevor used to tell me how hot it was and how insane it drove him to watch Paul fucking me." Loretta paused and looked me in the eye. "I have read that it is a favorite fantasy for a lot of men, so you certainly aren't alone. I think it's quite a turn-on myself."
I must have blushed, because she laughed softly and told me that whatever we discussed was fine, and that what we talked about would be between just her and I. Her eyes sparkled, and she leaned closer to me.
"So - theoretically - if you and I had a thing going," she began, "it would be a turn on for you if I was to, say, find myself a 'bit' on the side?"
I felt my cock twitch at her question. I realized my hands were now shaking slightly, and I am sure she noticed too - and knew WHY I was shaking. I looked at her, and she was waiting for my reply with an expectant half smile.
I found myself answering without thinking: "Very much. It's been a fantasy for years." I hesitated, and then took the plunge. "Actually, a lot of guys here love checking out your legs. And it kinda ties into that fantasy..." I realized I was babbling, and thankfully I was able to stop before I made a complete fool of myself.
Loretta, however, simply laughed softly. "I am aware that my legs attract a few stares."
"More than a few." I muttered.
Loretta laughed again, and crossed the appendages under discussion. I glanced down at her brown thighs. God, she had such incredible legs! At that moment I wished that I were licking them, sliding my ravenous tongue over her flesh. Loretta continued: "Your ex-wife didn't know about your desire to watch her with another guy?"
"She knew, but it wasn't a big thing. We didn't take it any further than fantasy. She wasn't very adventurous, and I don't think it was her thing."
Loretta smiled softly: "That's a shame. My ex was NOT into that fantasy at all. He used to get very upset if another guy so much as looked at me. It used to drive me mad! He wasn't the type to experiment - purely a meat and potatoes man, as the saying goes, which also used to drive me mad. Personally I think it's great to be able to share erotic ideas and fantasies." She paused and looked into my eyes with a hint of a tease. "Sometimes it's even wilder to act them out." She gave me a grin, and just as I was about to reply a bunch of other students come out onto the patio and greeted us noisily, and so our intimate trip down erotic lane was curtailed.
My Life with Loretta ch. 02
I never got a chance to get Loretta alone again during the party to finish our discussion, and she announced about an hour later that she had to head home. She made her way to the door and turned and caught me eye. She gave me a grin and winked at me, and departed. God, those legs!
I didn't see Loretta again until the next term at college four weeks later. In the interim, I masturbated many times to the memory of our brief conversation on the patio. The notion of watching her with another guy seemed hotter than ever now that I knew that she had (in a sense) cuckolded a previous boyfriend at least once before, even though she was in her early twenties at the time. An added little kick was that she seemed to accept the idea, and had (to my excited mind) even hinted that she would be open to the proposal!
When college resumed Loretta greeted me with a brief hug and asked how my break had been, and we made small talk at a table in the cafeteria. I was still somewhat embarrassed by my admission to her at the party, and she may have sensed it, because she said: "Incidentally, I meant what I said at the party; our little stoned chat on the patio is between you and me - okay?"
I nodded, feeling my face flush red again.
Loretta smiled and added: "And just so you know? I think it's a delicious little fantasy." She gave me another smile and arose from the table and grabbed her briefcase. "I have to get to class. By the way, what are you doing this Friday night?"
The question took me by surprise. "Umm, not doing anything. Why?"
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
My heart fluttered. "Sure - that would be great!"
Loretta smiled. "Okay! I will talk to you later about it." She gave me another flashing smile, and departed for class.
To cut a long story short, Loretta and I started dating. I found that I really enjoyed her company, and she is, as I have said, highly intelligent, confident and vivacious. Within a week after our first dinner together I found myself in her bed, and I finally knew how wonderful it felt to have those long, smooth legs wrapped around my back as my cock slid gratefully into her warm, welcoming pussy. I have to admit, with some embarrassment, that the first time we made love I was unable to last more than twenty seconds; her warm body writhing underneath me, and her soft moans and coos of delight were enticement enough, but the sensation of her silky smooth calves gliding over my back was more than I could stand - and my climax was very strong and very vocal.
I discovered that she relished receiving oral, and she would climax strongly when I gently teased and sucked her clitoris. She gasped in surprised delight the first time I flattened my tongue and slid it lovingly over her asshole, and she panted that nobody had ever done that to her before. She climaxed almost instantly when I stiffened my tongue and slid it hungrily inside her pouting rosette. She was also surprised to find that I had a PA piercing, and told me that it felt good when we made love. She never tired of reaching down to gently caress the ring.
Two months later she suggested I move in with her, and I didn't hesitate. I ended the lease on my apartment and moved into Loretta's house.
I discovered that she loved talking about sex, and her liberated approach gave me the trust I needed to open up to her. She loved to discuss what turned her on, and wanted to know everything that turned me on. We spend many post-coital hours talking softly - sometimes getting so hot that we made love again within the hour. I found I was very comfortable with her, and she learned almost every one of my secret fantasies. I again told her that my biggest turn-on was imagining her with another man. Eventually I soon felt bold enough to mention that I would love to try being her sexual "slave" - pleasing her and serving her in the bedroom.
She was particularly interested in this disclosure, and then surprised me by saying that she would love to try this arrangement, as she had a fantasy of her own where she was the sexually dominant one in the relationship.
"Not with whips and chain and things," she added. "But certainly I would love to have you being very submissive to me. Things like having you completely naked and kneeling at my side when we are sat watching TV. Or to have you give me a long, deep massage whenever I wanted. Or to simply order you to lick me as I lay on the couch. Or maybe to tie you up and tease you, stroking you over and over, but not letting you cum. Things like that." She gave a delicious little shiver. "I guess I have a kinky little dominant streak in me, hmm?"
I gave a little shiver of my own! I was stunned to realize that she had just outlined virtually all of my fantasies. I could feel myself getting hard.
"So you would do all of those things?" I asked.
Loretta smiled: "Sure! I would love to have you as my little slave!" She happened to glance down and see my growing erection. "And it looks as if you would like it too!"
We made feverish love shortly after.
There was one thing for certain: She hadn't forgotten about my fantasy to be cuckolded. One morning as we were getting ready to drive to college she wore a new mini-skirt she had just bought. It was a little shorter than normal, and naturally showed off her best assets to perfection. She caught me ogling her legs, and she smiled.
"Like what you see, Baby?" she asked.
I nodded. "Very much. You have really great legs, Hun."
She looked sideways at me and coyly asked: "Do you think any of the other guys at college enjoy looking at my legs, Lover?"
My heart did a double-thump. I could see by her flashing eyes that she was teasing me. I tried to play it cool.
"I'm sure they do." I replied.
Loretta stepped closer to me and kissed me, running her tongue wetly across my lips: "But that's okay, isn't it, Baby? You don't mind other guys looking at me do you?"
In reply I kissed her deeply, relishing her taste, sucking her drool from her tongue like nectar. She broke the kiss after several seconds.
"From that reaction, I guess its more than okay if they look at me, hmm?"
I found I was panting softly. "You know it's okay. I see guys looking at you now, and it drives me nuts..."
Loretta giggled and kissed me briefly: "Aww, why didn't you say so, Lover? Maybe I should go change my top to one that shows a bit more cleavage too, hmm?"
"Oh my God!" I croaked.
Loretta chuckled and flashed me a grin: "Aww, I'm just kidding, Baby... maybe!" She swatted my backside, and announced that we needed to leave for college. I tried to engage her in conversation about it in the car, but she played it coy. In hindsight, I should have known that she was planning something and seeing what buttons she could push. As it turned out, she could push all of them.
That night in bed she made a few oblique remarks to me, like: "I caught Adrian Baxter checking out my legs today, baby."
And: "Terry Simpson from office admin told me that I looked really nice today - but he kept staring at my thighs."
Of course, her little digs had the desired affect. My cock began to harden almost instantly, and Loretta snaked her hand down to it, stroking softly.
"Mmm, looks like I got the little fella all excited." she cooed into my ear.
At her use of the word 'little', I literally jerked and gave a soft moan. I had always fantasized about Loretta teasing and taunting me about my smaller than average cock, but I had never told her about this kink. Loretta must have sensed the effect that her words had on me; she grinned, and kissed me softly.
"Want me to keep wanking the little fella, Baby?" she asked softly.
"Oh my God, Yes!" I gasped. Her tongue slithered wetly into my mouth, licking the insides of my lips.
"Come on, Baby - get that tiny little cock hard for me." she enticed.
I moaned again, my cock twitching in treasonous excitement in her hot hand. Loretta flashed a triumphant grin, knowing that she had just found yet another button to push. She began stroking me faster
"You like me talking about your little dick, don't you?" she asked playfully. "Does it excite you to hear me say that it's small, Lover?"
"Yes!" I croaked.
"Has anyone else ever told you that you have a small cock, Baby?"
"No!"
"No? Oh! Well let me be the first, Baby." She leaned down to kiss me softly before looking into my eyes. "You have a tiny... small... dainty little dick."
I moaned again, feeling orgasm building in my loins with incredible speed. She giggled softly, and sped her strokes.
"Hmm," she began, "maybe that could be your nickname - 'DD' - for Dainty Dick!" She giggled at her own words, and flashed those green eyes at me again. "In fact, Baby? I have to tell you that you have the smallest cock I have ever seen in my life..."
I felt my balls tighten as climax thundered towards me. I managed a low, soft moan as her hand sent waves of pleasure through my body, and her teasing words sent equally masochistic pleasure through my mind. She delivered the coup de grace.
"Never mind, Baby. I know that you wouldn't mind if I went out and found myself a big cock to fill me... a real man's cock. You wouldn't mind if I found some guy with a real cock, would you? And his cock was able to go deeper inside me than you ever will? You, with your little dickie! That's what it is - a dickie! It isn't a cock - it's an undersized, small, dainty little dicklet!"
Her following giggle was drowned out by my scream as an intense orgasm shuddered through me!
I didn't see Loretta again until the next term at college four weeks later. In the interim, I masturbated many times to the memory of our brief conversation on the patio. The notion of watching her with another guy seemed hotter than ever now that I knew that she had (in a sense) cuckolded a previous boyfriend at least once before, even though she was in her early twenties at the time. An added little kick was that she seemed to accept the idea, and had (to my excited mind) even hinted that she would be open to the proposal!
When college resumed Loretta greeted me with a brief hug and asked how my break had been, and we made small talk at a table in the cafeteria. I was still somewhat embarrassed by my admission to her at the party, and she may have sensed it, because she said: "Incidentally, I meant what I said at the party; our little stoned chat on the patio is between you and me - okay?"
I nodded, feeling my face flush red again.
Loretta smiled and added: "And just so you know? I think it's a delicious little fantasy." She gave me another smile and arose from the table and grabbed her briefcase. "I have to get to class. By the way, what are you doing this Friday night?"
The question took me by surprise. "Umm, not doing anything. Why?"
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
My heart fluttered. "Sure - that would be great!"
Loretta smiled. "Okay! I will talk to you later about it." She gave me another flashing smile, and departed for class.
To cut a long story short, Loretta and I started dating. I found that I really enjoyed her company, and she is, as I have said, highly intelligent, confident and vivacious. Within a week after our first dinner together I found myself in her bed, and I finally knew how wonderful it felt to have those long, smooth legs wrapped around my back as my cock slid gratefully into her warm, welcoming pussy. I have to admit, with some embarrassment, that the first time we made love I was unable to last more than twenty seconds; her warm body writhing underneath me, and her soft moans and coos of delight were enticement enough, but the sensation of her silky smooth calves gliding over my back was more than I could stand - and my climax was very strong and very vocal.
I discovered that she relished receiving oral, and she would climax strongly when I gently teased and sucked her clitoris. She gasped in surprised delight the first time I flattened my tongue and slid it lovingly over her asshole, and she panted that nobody had ever done that to her before. She climaxed almost instantly when I stiffened my tongue and slid it hungrily inside her pouting rosette. She was also surprised to find that I had a PA piercing, and told me that it felt good when we made love. She never tired of reaching down to gently caress the ring.
Two months later she suggested I move in with her, and I didn't hesitate. I ended the lease on my apartment and moved into Loretta's house.
I discovered that she loved talking about sex, and her liberated approach gave me the trust I needed to open up to her. She loved to discuss what turned her on, and wanted to know everything that turned me on. We spend many post-coital hours talking softly - sometimes getting so hot that we made love again within the hour. I found I was very comfortable with her, and she learned almost every one of my secret fantasies. I again told her that my biggest turn-on was imagining her with another man. Eventually I soon felt bold enough to mention that I would love to try being her sexual "slave" - pleasing her and serving her in the bedroom.
She was particularly interested in this disclosure, and then surprised me by saying that she would love to try this arrangement, as she had a fantasy of her own where she was the sexually dominant one in the relationship.
"Not with whips and chain and things," she added. "But certainly I would love to have you being very submissive to me. Things like having you completely naked and kneeling at my side when we are sat watching TV. Or to have you give me a long, deep massage whenever I wanted. Or to simply order you to lick me as I lay on the couch. Or maybe to tie you up and tease you, stroking you over and over, but not letting you cum. Things like that." She gave a delicious little shiver. "I guess I have a kinky little dominant streak in me, hmm?"
I gave a little shiver of my own! I was stunned to realize that she had just outlined virtually all of my fantasies. I could feel myself getting hard.
"So you would do all of those things?" I asked.
Loretta smiled: "Sure! I would love to have you as my little slave!" She happened to glance down and see my growing erection. "And it looks as if you would like it too!"
We made feverish love shortly after.
There was one thing for certain: She hadn't forgotten about my fantasy to be cuckolded. One morning as we were getting ready to drive to college she wore a new mini-skirt she had just bought. It was a little shorter than normal, and naturally showed off her best assets to perfection. She caught me ogling her legs, and she smiled.
"Like what you see, Baby?" she asked.
I nodded. "Very much. You have really great legs, Hun."
She looked sideways at me and coyly asked: "Do you think any of the other guys at college enjoy looking at my legs, Lover?"
My heart did a double-thump. I could see by her flashing eyes that she was teasing me. I tried to play it cool.
"I'm sure they do." I replied.
Loretta stepped closer to me and kissed me, running her tongue wetly across my lips: "But that's okay, isn't it, Baby? You don't mind other guys looking at me do you?"
In reply I kissed her deeply, relishing her taste, sucking her drool from her tongue like nectar. She broke the kiss after several seconds.
"From that reaction, I guess its more than okay if they look at me, hmm?"
I found I was panting softly. "You know it's okay. I see guys looking at you now, and it drives me nuts..."
Loretta giggled and kissed me briefly: "Aww, why didn't you say so, Lover? Maybe I should go change my top to one that shows a bit more cleavage too, hmm?"
"Oh my God!" I croaked.
Loretta chuckled and flashed me a grin: "Aww, I'm just kidding, Baby... maybe!" She swatted my backside, and announced that we needed to leave for college. I tried to engage her in conversation about it in the car, but she played it coy. In hindsight, I should have known that she was planning something and seeing what buttons she could push. As it turned out, she could push all of them.
That night in bed she made a few oblique remarks to me, like: "I caught Adrian Baxter checking out my legs today, baby."
And: "Terry Simpson from office admin told me that I looked really nice today - but he kept staring at my thighs."
Of course, her little digs had the desired affect. My cock began to harden almost instantly, and Loretta snaked her hand down to it, stroking softly.
"Mmm, looks like I got the little fella all excited." she cooed into my ear.
At her use of the word 'little', I literally jerked and gave a soft moan. I had always fantasized about Loretta teasing and taunting me about my smaller than average cock, but I had never told her about this kink. Loretta must have sensed the effect that her words had on me; she grinned, and kissed me softly.
"Want me to keep wanking the little fella, Baby?" she asked softly.
"Oh my God, Yes!" I gasped. Her tongue slithered wetly into my mouth, licking the insides of my lips.
"Come on, Baby - get that tiny little cock hard for me." she enticed.
I moaned again, my cock twitching in treasonous excitement in her hot hand. Loretta flashed a triumphant grin, knowing that she had just found yet another button to push. She began stroking me faster
"You like me talking about your little dick, don't you?" she asked playfully. "Does it excite you to hear me say that it's small, Lover?"
"Yes!" I croaked.
"Has anyone else ever told you that you have a small cock, Baby?"
"No!"
"No? Oh! Well let me be the first, Baby." She leaned down to kiss me softly before looking into my eyes. "You have a tiny... small... dainty little dick."
I moaned again, feeling orgasm building in my loins with incredible speed. She giggled softly, and sped her strokes.
"Hmm," she began, "maybe that could be your nickname - 'DD' - for Dainty Dick!" She giggled at her own words, and flashed those green eyes at me again. "In fact, Baby? I have to tell you that you have the smallest cock I have ever seen in my life..."
I felt my balls tighten as climax thundered towards me. I managed a low, soft moan as her hand sent waves of pleasure through my body, and her teasing words sent equally masochistic pleasure through my mind. She delivered the coup de grace.
"Never mind, Baby. I know that you wouldn't mind if I went out and found myself a big cock to fill me... a real man's cock. You wouldn't mind if I found some guy with a real cock, would you? And his cock was able to go deeper inside me than you ever will? You, with your little dickie! That's what it is - a dickie! It isn't a cock - it's an undersized, small, dainty little dicklet!"
Her following giggle was drowned out by my scream as an intense orgasm shuddered through me!
My Life with Loretta ch. 03
As I lay panting in hazy afterglow, Loretta gently kissed me. Her breasts felt so warm and soft against my chest. We made pillow talk for a while, and then she steered the conversation back to what had just occurred.
"I haven't seen you pop so fast before, Hunni." She purred. "Me talking like that really turned you on, hmm?"
I nodded weakly and gave her a sheepish grin. She flashed a smile of her own.
"You really shouldn't tell me these things, lover, because it will come back to haunt you, Dainty One." She finished with that wicked little giggle that always sent shivers down my spine. Her hand slithered down to my crotch again, and her fingers curled around me.
She gently quizzed me about why her belittling my manhood turned me on so much, and I answered with as much insouciance as I could muster under the circumstances. All the while her fingers gently caressed me, softly stroking the member under discussion. I felt it slowly stirring under her ministrations, and so did Loretta.
"I tell you what, Lover," she began, "The next time you see me talking to any of those guys that I tease you with at Campus? I want you to think about something." She cupped my cock more firmly and began stroking in earnest. "I want you to imagine that as I'm talking to them, I am mentally wondering if their cock is bigger than yours. Does that thought make you hot, Baby?"
"Yes," I whispered. My cock was beginning to harden anew, arising like a sleeping ***** who had just been rudely awakened, but who was eager for another tipple.
"What about if you saw me actually glancing down at his crotch, Lover? Would you think I am wondering if his cock would fill me better than you do?"
"Jesus, yes!" I gasped tightly. My cock twitched as her forefinger found that highly sensitive spot under my glans.
Loretta smiled softly and slid a leg over my hips and moved partially over me. I could feel the fuzz of her pubic hair graze my cock.
"Maybe I will do that, then," Loretta continued. "Maybe I should have a good look and try to guess what Terry Simpson has hidden in his briefs, Lover. How about if I did that as you were watching and then I looked at you and licked my lips? What would that do to you, Lover?"
"It would make me shake!" I panted. My cock was now completely hard again, and Loretta moved up completely over me. I could feel her guiding me to her warm pussy, and I groaned as I felt the velvety wetness engulf the head of my cock. Her breasts pressed against my chest
"Would it now?" Loretta asked huskily. "Can you imagine his big cock exactly where yours is now? Just about to enter me? But knowing that his cock will slide into me so much deeper than you?"
I moaned in reply as she sank downward, and my cock spasmed as it slid into her fluid heat. Loretta looked down at me, and her green eyes bored into mine.
"I'm going to fuck you, Lover." she said. "I'm going to fuck your body, and I'm going to fuck your mind!"
"Do it!" I panted.
Loretta smiled and began rocking her hips: "Oh, I will!"
The bedroom walls soon echoed to our feverish sounds of passion.
*************
Once again, to cut the story short, Loretta was true to her word. She started subtly flirting with several good-looking men on campus, and she would always find ways to make eye contact with me and wink. One of her favourite ploys was to wait until she had a free class (but I had a class myself), and then position herself so that I could see her through my classroom window facing the enclosed campus courtyard. She would then engage a hunky student in conversation, and guide him to a seat that was in my line of sight. She would then sit and (apparently) flirt with the guy as I watched, my studies forgotten as I fought a rising hard-on. She would always furtively glance in my direction and smile that coy smile that said so much. I could almost hear her saying: I could be fucking this guy, Lover - anytime I want!
She never tired of these subtle games, and I admit that I didn't either. Our evenings were very hot, and she would coyly say things like: "Oh! Did you see me with Jim Thompson today? I think he wanted to ask me out, Lover."
You get the idea. Is it any wonder this woman drives me nuts?
It was around this time that she began to really assert herself in the bedroom. One night just before we went to bed, she announced that she had a surprise for me. The surprise turned out to be a pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the legs of her bed by a sturdy rope. I lay naked and spread-eagled on the bed and shook slightly as she attached the cuffs to my ankles and wrists. She then spent about 2 hours teasing me - doing things like straddling my face and making me lick her delicious pussy and asshole as she gently teased my cock. This lasted until she finally took me into her hot, wet mouth and fellated me to climax. I nearly screamed at the intensity of my orgasm.
Another time we were sat on her couch one quiet evening at about 9:00pm just watching TV. She turned to me and simply said: "Lick me."
I just glanced at her, startled, and she repeated her request: "Down on your knees NOW - and LICK ME!"
Surprised but aroused, I sank to the floor in front of her. She sat back and raised her hips, and slid her panties off from under her skirt. She then looked at me and added: "Strip. I want you totally naked as you please me."
I eagerly obeyed, and moved between her parted thighs. I lowered my face to the apex of her thighs, seeking her button.
"No!" she said sharply. "Not yet. Lick my feet first... gently... softly... suck my toes... make me want it... Slave."
Her words shook me to the core; I finally knew what it was like to serve my lover - to have her make sexual demands of me. The realisation rippled through me like a drug. I raised her right foot to my lips and began sucking her toes, sliding my tongue wetly between them - all the while gazing into her eyes.
"That's it, Dainty One," she breathed huskily, "Worship my feet."
I spent the next hour gently servicing her feet and toes with my mouth before being commanded up to nuzzle her pussy; licking softly, sliding my tongue up and down her smooth outer lips, kissing her button, gently sucking it, teasing it, feeling the sensitive little nub rise almost joyfully out of its sheath. She moaned softly and shifted position slightly in the chair, raising her hips upwards.
"Lick my asshole." She suddenly commanded.
Moving south, I tongued her rosette (which she always relished), and she trembled as my tongue slithered inside, licking, preening, and sucking before moving north again to drink at the well of her delicious juice, which I drained eagerly.
Her climax, when it finally came, was unbelievably strong, and she had me repeat the performance three times. My knees were sore, but I was literally buzzing. Loretta, I am sure, was completely aware just how much it turned me on to service her in this manner.
She started doing this sort of thing more and more often, and soon this kind of role-play became the rule rather than the exception.
She had naturally discovered that 'tease and denial' play also made me extremely hot, and she began incorporating this into our sex life. It began casually, with things like me licking her to orgasm, and then her smiling her self-assured smile, and telling me things like: "Mmm... I think you can wait until tomorrow night to pop off, can't you, Baby?"
Or: "I don't think you have made me cum enough yet to earn a climax of your own. Maybe I should make you wait another day or two. Or three."
It rapidly got to a stage where the ratio of my own climaxes were about 5 to 1 - she would climax five times before allowing me the desperate release that I hungered for. But I loved the anticipation, and the tease. Loretta was well aware of just how hot she made me, and she loved to engage in this role-play (if role-play it was). I was constantly buzzing, and always keen to please Loretta any way I could.
She had also derived a lot of enjoyment in having me naked - except for a shirt - whenever we were alone in the house and unlikely to be disturbed. She got a real kick of casually reaching over and teasing and tickling my cock whenever she felt like it, and when my erection would rise, she would giggle, and stop, and say something like: "Mmm! Your little dickie looks so cute when it gets stiff! Almost just like a real cock - only smaller!", followed by a wicked giggle and her teasing leer that drove me so insane!
Another nefarious little ploy she begun employing was to stop giving me oral sex. She teasingly stated that only 'real' cocks had the right to be sucked, and mine certainly didn't meet the minimum requirements. She, on the other hand, enjoyed having her pussy licked and sucked as often as she desired. On one occasion after I had brought her to climax orally, she playfully teased me again about 'not getting any head'.
"Aww, do you miss me sucking your tiny little cock, Lover?"
"You know I do." I replied, meaning it.
"Never mind, Baby. I might suck it again one day!" she finished with her customary leer and giggle.
"I might as well have my cock locked up." I said, half grumpily.
Loretta giggled: "If we could lock it up, I would!"
"There's plenty of ways to lock it up." I stated, putting my foot in it.
Loretta raised an eyebrow: "Lock it up how?"
"There's devices you can buy now for men especially for that." I replied, putting my foot deeper in it. Maybe this slip was Freudian in nature.
Loretta was suddenly intrigued. "You mean like a chastity belt? How does that work?" Her expression was quizzical, but interested. I went on to explain about chastity devices, and we spent an hour looking at several web sites offering such devices as the CB-2000 and Lori's Chastity tube. Loretta became more enthusiastic about the topic the longer she looked. At one point she looked sideways at me.
"It would turn you on to be locked up in one of those things? To have your dainty little cock safely inside a tube so that you couldn't cum, or even touch yourself?"
I admitted that the thought was a turn on.
Loretta continued: "And I would keep the key? Under my control?"
"Yes. You would hold the key." I found to my surprise that my voice had tightened.
Loretta's slight smile blossomed almost into a leer. "Mmmm... Now that would be rather kinky wouldn't it? For me to be in complete control of your tiny little cock and to only let you cum when I wanted you to. Maybe we should get you one, hmm?"
"I haven't seen you pop so fast before, Hunni." She purred. "Me talking like that really turned you on, hmm?"
I nodded weakly and gave her a sheepish grin. She flashed a smile of her own.
"You really shouldn't tell me these things, lover, because it will come back to haunt you, Dainty One." She finished with that wicked little giggle that always sent shivers down my spine. Her hand slithered down to my crotch again, and her fingers curled around me.
She gently quizzed me about why her belittling my manhood turned me on so much, and I answered with as much insouciance as I could muster under the circumstances. All the while her fingers gently caressed me, softly stroking the member under discussion. I felt it slowly stirring under her ministrations, and so did Loretta.
"I tell you what, Lover," she began, "The next time you see me talking to any of those guys that I tease you with at Campus? I want you to think about something." She cupped my cock more firmly and began stroking in earnest. "I want you to imagine that as I'm talking to them, I am mentally wondering if their cock is bigger than yours. Does that thought make you hot, Baby?"
"Yes," I whispered. My cock was beginning to harden anew, arising like a sleeping ***** who had just been rudely awakened, but who was eager for another tipple.
"What about if you saw me actually glancing down at his crotch, Lover? Would you think I am wondering if his cock would fill me better than you do?"
"Jesus, yes!" I gasped tightly. My cock twitched as her forefinger found that highly sensitive spot under my glans.
Loretta smiled softly and slid a leg over my hips and moved partially over me. I could feel the fuzz of her pubic hair graze my cock.
"Maybe I will do that, then," Loretta continued. "Maybe I should have a good look and try to guess what Terry Simpson has hidden in his briefs, Lover. How about if I did that as you were watching and then I looked at you and licked my lips? What would that do to you, Lover?"
"It would make me shake!" I panted. My cock was now completely hard again, and Loretta moved up completely over me. I could feel her guiding me to her warm pussy, and I groaned as I felt the velvety wetness engulf the head of my cock. Her breasts pressed against my chest
"Would it now?" Loretta asked huskily. "Can you imagine his big cock exactly where yours is now? Just about to enter me? But knowing that his cock will slide into me so much deeper than you?"
I moaned in reply as she sank downward, and my cock spasmed as it slid into her fluid heat. Loretta looked down at me, and her green eyes bored into mine.
"I'm going to fuck you, Lover." she said. "I'm going to fuck your body, and I'm going to fuck your mind!"
"Do it!" I panted.
Loretta smiled and began rocking her hips: "Oh, I will!"
The bedroom walls soon echoed to our feverish sounds of passion.
*************
Once again, to cut the story short, Loretta was true to her word. She started subtly flirting with several good-looking men on campus, and she would always find ways to make eye contact with me and wink. One of her favourite ploys was to wait until she had a free class (but I had a class myself), and then position herself so that I could see her through my classroom window facing the enclosed campus courtyard. She would then engage a hunky student in conversation, and guide him to a seat that was in my line of sight. She would then sit and (apparently) flirt with the guy as I watched, my studies forgotten as I fought a rising hard-on. She would always furtively glance in my direction and smile that coy smile that said so much. I could almost hear her saying: I could be fucking this guy, Lover - anytime I want!
She never tired of these subtle games, and I admit that I didn't either. Our evenings were very hot, and she would coyly say things like: "Oh! Did you see me with Jim Thompson today? I think he wanted to ask me out, Lover."
You get the idea. Is it any wonder this woman drives me nuts?
It was around this time that she began to really assert herself in the bedroom. One night just before we went to bed, she announced that she had a surprise for me. The surprise turned out to be a pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the legs of her bed by a sturdy rope. I lay naked and spread-eagled on the bed and shook slightly as she attached the cuffs to my ankles and wrists. She then spent about 2 hours teasing me - doing things like straddling my face and making me lick her delicious pussy and asshole as she gently teased my cock. This lasted until she finally took me into her hot, wet mouth and fellated me to climax. I nearly screamed at the intensity of my orgasm.
Another time we were sat on her couch one quiet evening at about 9:00pm just watching TV. She turned to me and simply said: "Lick me."
I just glanced at her, startled, and she repeated her request: "Down on your knees NOW - and LICK ME!"
Surprised but aroused, I sank to the floor in front of her. She sat back and raised her hips, and slid her panties off from under her skirt. She then looked at me and added: "Strip. I want you totally naked as you please me."
I eagerly obeyed, and moved between her parted thighs. I lowered my face to the apex of her thighs, seeking her button.
"No!" she said sharply. "Not yet. Lick my feet first... gently... softly... suck my toes... make me want it... Slave."
Her words shook me to the core; I finally knew what it was like to serve my lover - to have her make sexual demands of me. The realisation rippled through me like a drug. I raised her right foot to my lips and began sucking her toes, sliding my tongue wetly between them - all the while gazing into her eyes.
"That's it, Dainty One," she breathed huskily, "Worship my feet."
I spent the next hour gently servicing her feet and toes with my mouth before being commanded up to nuzzle her pussy; licking softly, sliding my tongue up and down her smooth outer lips, kissing her button, gently sucking it, teasing it, feeling the sensitive little nub rise almost joyfully out of its sheath. She moaned softly and shifted position slightly in the chair, raising her hips upwards.
"Lick my asshole." She suddenly commanded.
Moving south, I tongued her rosette (which she always relished), and she trembled as my tongue slithered inside, licking, preening, and sucking before moving north again to drink at the well of her delicious juice, which I drained eagerly.
Her climax, when it finally came, was unbelievably strong, and she had me repeat the performance three times. My knees were sore, but I was literally buzzing. Loretta, I am sure, was completely aware just how much it turned me on to service her in this manner.
She started doing this sort of thing more and more often, and soon this kind of role-play became the rule rather than the exception.
She had naturally discovered that 'tease and denial' play also made me extremely hot, and she began incorporating this into our sex life. It began casually, with things like me licking her to orgasm, and then her smiling her self-assured smile, and telling me things like: "Mmm... I think you can wait until tomorrow night to pop off, can't you, Baby?"
Or: "I don't think you have made me cum enough yet to earn a climax of your own. Maybe I should make you wait another day or two. Or three."
It rapidly got to a stage where the ratio of my own climaxes were about 5 to 1 - she would climax five times before allowing me the desperate release that I hungered for. But I loved the anticipation, and the tease. Loretta was well aware of just how hot she made me, and she loved to engage in this role-play (if role-play it was). I was constantly buzzing, and always keen to please Loretta any way I could.
She had also derived a lot of enjoyment in having me naked - except for a shirt - whenever we were alone in the house and unlikely to be disturbed. She got a real kick of casually reaching over and teasing and tickling my cock whenever she felt like it, and when my erection would rise, she would giggle, and stop, and say something like: "Mmm! Your little dickie looks so cute when it gets stiff! Almost just like a real cock - only smaller!", followed by a wicked giggle and her teasing leer that drove me so insane!
Another nefarious little ploy she begun employing was to stop giving me oral sex. She teasingly stated that only 'real' cocks had the right to be sucked, and mine certainly didn't meet the minimum requirements. She, on the other hand, enjoyed having her pussy licked and sucked as often as she desired. On one occasion after I had brought her to climax orally, she playfully teased me again about 'not getting any head'.
"Aww, do you miss me sucking your tiny little cock, Lover?"
"You know I do." I replied, meaning it.
"Never mind, Baby. I might suck it again one day!" she finished with her customary leer and giggle.
"I might as well have my cock locked up." I said, half grumpily.
Loretta giggled: "If we could lock it up, I would!"
"There's plenty of ways to lock it up." I stated, putting my foot in it.
Loretta raised an eyebrow: "Lock it up how?"
"There's devices you can buy now for men especially for that." I replied, putting my foot deeper in it. Maybe this slip was Freudian in nature.
Loretta was suddenly intrigued. "You mean like a chastity belt? How does that work?" Her expression was quizzical, but interested. I went on to explain about chastity devices, and we spent an hour looking at several web sites offering such devices as the CB-2000 and Lori's Chastity tube. Loretta became more enthusiastic about the topic the longer she looked. At one point she looked sideways at me.
"It would turn you on to be locked up in one of those things? To have your dainty little cock safely inside a tube so that you couldn't cum, or even touch yourself?"
I admitted that the thought was a turn on.
Loretta continued: "And I would keep the key? Under my control?"
"Yes. You would hold the key." I found to my surprise that my voice had tightened.
Loretta's slight smile blossomed almost into a leer. "Mmmm... Now that would be rather kinky wouldn't it? For me to be in complete control of your tiny little cock and to only let you cum when I wanted you to. Maybe we should get you one, hmm?"
My Life with Loretta ch. 04
And so we did decide to get one. We decided on a Lori's chastity Tube and we measured and ordered one the next day. My PA piercing made it the ideal choice, and Loretta seemed enthusiastic about it being extremely secure.
"No plastic ones, Lover!" she told me. "I want you inside of something metal, so you can't get it off unless I say so!"
As we awaited delivery of the tube, Loretta began making remarks about how 'hot' it was going to be to have me locked up in my new 'Toy'. She giggled that she was going to enjoy knowing that no matter where I was, or what I was doing, my cock would be securely locked under her supervision. She even bought a new gold necklace - a long one - on which she said she was going to wear the key to the padlock. She stated that it was a deliciously paradoxical twist that the key to my freedom would be nestled teasingly between her warm, soft breasts.
The tube duly arrived. Fitting it was easy, and as I felt the cool steel envelope my cock for the first time I was suddenly aware how helpless I would be once Loretta took possession of the key. I foolishly gave the steel tube an exploratory squeeze, somehow hoping that it would yield to my probing. But no - the tube naturally felt hard and solid, and I could feel the heat of my penis warming the rigid metallic walls of the tube.
Loretta was delighted when she saw it fitted, and she suggested that I wear it part time until I became used to it, and that I was sure that there wouldn't be any problems. But she added (or warned) that once we knew it was okay to wear it 24/7, then I would be locked up until she decided I had 'earned' the right to climax.
I gulped. "How long will I have to wear it for?"
"Oh, I don't know. Two weeks? Three? Four? We shall see..." She finished with her soft, throaty chuckle.
That night she had me strip naked, and kneel before her as she sat in an armchair. I was acutely aware of the steel tube affixed around my manhood, and as I knelt on my haunches I felt the metal tip bump against the floor several times. My cock tried to expand to fullness - only to be constricted by the tight confines of the tube. The affect was slightly uncomfortable, but no more than that. Loretta was wearing a skirt (as usual), and she raised her hips and slid the skirt up her thighs and told me to slide her panties off.
I eagerly did so, and shortly her long, smooth legs were draped over the arms of the chair, her delicious pussy ******* for me. She smiled and motioned for me to begin. Knowing the drill, I leaned down and guided my mouth towards her sweet pussy. I started by softly licking her labia for several minutes before my eager tongue slithered further inside her, probing the moist interior of her pussy. She arched her back and smiled down at me.
"How does that feel? To lick me, to slide your tongue deep into my warm, creamy pussy, and know that tonight, at least, you wont be cumming? To know that your little dick is all locked away, and you are just to please me? That make you all hot and horny, Baby?"
I looked up at her face as it hovered above her pubic mound, and I nodded. She chuckled softly, and settled herself deeper into the chair, raising her rear upwards to me. Her clitoris peeped out at me almost in gleeful surprise.
"It makes ME horny too, dainty one!" she giggled. "Do you have any idea how hot it makes me to know you want to cum so much? That you want to fuck me soooo badly... That you desperately want to drive that puny little cock of yours inside me - but you can't!" She tilted her head back and giggled up at the ceiling. Her hand came down on my head, and her fingers gripped my hair tightly, like she was holding reigns.
"Lick me, Baby," She drawled softly, "Eat me."
Of course, I obliged her as my cock throbbed in almost startled frustration against the confines of the metal tube. I found her button, and I sucked it, swirling my tongue around her nub. Loretta's moans were soon echoing as my well-trained tongue coaxed several orgasms from her hot, trickling pussy. Her fingers slid through my hair as she glanced down at me, panting.
"Suck it, Lover," she cooed, "Suck all my cream up... swallow it... I want my cream to be inside you... Drink all my pussy juice."
I placed my mouth hard against her cunt, and sucked. Her warm nectar slithered into my mouth - a warm, heady potion - and I eagerly swallowed, wanting, needing to have her secretions sliding down my throat and into my stomach.
Loretta gave a satisfied shudder: "Now lick me dry, little one. Clean my pussy."
Naturally, I obliged her again.
****************************
During the next six weeks I wore the tube for longer and longer periods. I found no problems with it at all, and it was very comfortable to wear. The only time there was any discomfort was when I woke up during the night with a hard-on. But urinating soon caused my member to reluctantly deflate - although it was slightly unnerving to have to sit down to take a leak.
On the next Friday night Loretta asked me to shower, and to then fit the tube, but not to close the padlock - just to have it fitted into position ready for closing. I did as she asked.
She looked at me with that sexy little leer that I knew so well: "It seems that your little Toy works well. Now it's time to see how you go with me keeping the key!" She grinned at my apprehensive expression.
"Now," she began, "You asked me how long you will stay locked up, Honey? Well, I have been having a few kinky little thoughts about that. I am going to suggest something - and if you accept my suggestion, then you will signify your approval by closing the padlock on the tube. And once it's closed? It will stay on until I say so, and until we follow through on my suggestion - okay?"
"Okay" I said. My mouth was suddenly dry, and my heart fluttered. My cock immediately twitched.
She grinned again. "Okay then - as long as you know that if you close that lock, if you knowingly click that padlock shut, then there is no turning back." She paused for a few meaningful seconds. "Is it still a hot fantasy for you to imagine another guy fucking me?"
I felt my knees tremble, and I nodded. It was almost as if I could feel an earthquake coming.
Loretta smiled wolfishly. "Well, dainty one? How would you like to have to wait, all locked up, until I find another hot young stud eager to get into my panties?"
My throat contracted at her unexpected statement, and my cock was quickly expanding inside the metal tube.
"Oh my God!" was all I could croak.
Loretta chuckled: "Mmm, that evil little notion turn you on, Honey? Would it drive you wild to have to wait with no climax, with no yummy, satisfying orgasm, until another guy gets the goodies in my knickers? Does that thought turn you on?"
"Yes," I breathed huskily. My pulse had quickened so much that I felt my heart thumping, and I could feel my cock swelling rapidly at this unexpected turn of events, pressing tightly against the unyielding metal.
"Sooo, if I told you that I am really going to go out and hook up with some guy who's hot for me, and let him fuck me, then that would be fine with you, dainty one? That you would wait at home for me like a good little boy as a real man gives me a good, long, hard, deep fucking?"
"Yes!" I practically yelped. With each heartbeat my cock was now throbbing tightly inside the tube.
"Well, dainty one? In two weeks there is a band I want to see playing at a nightclub across town. I am going to see them as you wait at home, and I am sure that I can find some hot stud who's interested in taking me to bed - don't you think? Especially if I wear that short black skirt that you love seeing me in so much..." She looked sideways at me. Her eyes glittered. "Or we might even go shopping before then - and you can buy me a nice, new outfit. Maybe a sexy new mini that will show off these legs that you love soooo much... And maybe some stockings, Lover? I know how much you love seeing me in stockings - do you think other guys will like seeing my legs encased in stockings? Or wondering if I would take them off for them?"
I dazedly nodded. I was panting, and my hands shook. My cock was now silently begging for attention inside the tube. Loretta glanced down and noted that the tube was poking firmly out. She smiled softly again, and took my right hand, and guided it down to the padlock. My fingers glided over the brass body of the padlock.
"That would be okay, wouldn't it, Lover? If I found some hot guy, and I danced with him? Maybe let him wrap his arms around me as we danced nice and close? And if he wanted to kiss me, I would let him, Lover." She giggled again. "Of course, he might ask me to go back to his place - and of course I would accept his invitation. And if I do go back to his place, you can probably guess where we will end up - can't you, Lover?"
"In bed?" I rasped - more a statement than an inquiry.
"Yes - In his bed."
My cock again silently throbbed. My fingers again felt the brass padlock.
Loretta watched my face and smiled: "So wouldn't that be interesting, Honey? For you to wait here at home, looking at the clock, wondering if I am in bed with some hottie, and wondering if my legs are wrapped around his back, and if his cock is sliding into my pussy - your pussy! And all the while you cant even touch yourself. All you can do is wonder and think and imagine me being fucked - fucked hard and fast." She kissed me. I panted as her tongue slid into my mouth. My skin broke out into goosebumps.
She broke the kiss: "Close the padlock Lover," she whispered. "Close it if you really want me to spread my long, smooth, soft legs for another man. Close it if you really want another man to slide his big, hard cock inside me while you wait all locked up at home. Close it if you want to be my little cuckold... Close it if you want to imagine me out - in some guys bedroom, with my legs wrapped around his back, telling him to FUCK ME!"
I moaned, and my cock gave one last desperate throb. Pre-cum oozed its way along the inside of my confined, straining cock.
"Shut the padlock, dainty one," she breathed, "Close it, and I will make you my little cuckold.... My little cuckie... Mmmm, cuckie! I love how that sounds... close it, cuckie, and I swear I will cuckold you, and at last you will know how it feels to have another man fuck the pussy that's supposed to be yours... and you know what? If you close the lock? I also promise that as he's fucking me? I will GIGGLE - knowing that you are home, all locked up, and whilst I am letting him fuck me over and over and over, I will giggle imagining your little cock all hard and straining - but with no relief! Do you know how hard that will make me cum as his big cock pounds me?"
I shuddered and groaned softly under her teasing! I gripped the hasp of the padlock.
CLICK!
The lock shut with a sharp metallic finality.
Loretta grinned and kissed me again.
"You have just made sure that your fantasy will come true... CUCKIE!"
Her low, teasing giggle echoed softly. "Now, dainty one? EAT ME!"
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Will our Hero go off half-cocked? Or will the luscious Loretta have her cake and make HIM eat it? Find out in next week's enthralling episode! *grin*
"No plastic ones, Lover!" she told me. "I want you inside of something metal, so you can't get it off unless I say so!"
As we awaited delivery of the tube, Loretta began making remarks about how 'hot' it was going to be to have me locked up in my new 'Toy'. She giggled that she was going to enjoy knowing that no matter where I was, or what I was doing, my cock would be securely locked under her supervision. She even bought a new gold necklace - a long one - on which she said she was going to wear the key to the padlock. She stated that it was a deliciously paradoxical twist that the key to my freedom would be nestled teasingly between her warm, soft breasts.
The tube duly arrived. Fitting it was easy, and as I felt the cool steel envelope my cock for the first time I was suddenly aware how helpless I would be once Loretta took possession of the key. I foolishly gave the steel tube an exploratory squeeze, somehow hoping that it would yield to my probing. But no - the tube naturally felt hard and solid, and I could feel the heat of my penis warming the rigid metallic walls of the tube.
Loretta was delighted when she saw it fitted, and she suggested that I wear it part time until I became used to it, and that I was sure that there wouldn't be any problems. But she added (or warned) that once we knew it was okay to wear it 24/7, then I would be locked up until she decided I had 'earned' the right to climax.
I gulped. "How long will I have to wear it for?"
"Oh, I don't know. Two weeks? Three? Four? We shall see..." She finished with her soft, throaty chuckle.
That night she had me strip naked, and kneel before her as she sat in an armchair. I was acutely aware of the steel tube affixed around my manhood, and as I knelt on my haunches I felt the metal tip bump against the floor several times. My cock tried to expand to fullness - only to be constricted by the tight confines of the tube. The affect was slightly uncomfortable, but no more than that. Loretta was wearing a skirt (as usual), and she raised her hips and slid the skirt up her thighs and told me to slide her panties off.
I eagerly did so, and shortly her long, smooth legs were draped over the arms of the chair, her delicious pussy ******* for me. She smiled and motioned for me to begin. Knowing the drill, I leaned down and guided my mouth towards her sweet pussy. I started by softly licking her labia for several minutes before my eager tongue slithered further inside her, probing the moist interior of her pussy. She arched her back and smiled down at me.
"How does that feel? To lick me, to slide your tongue deep into my warm, creamy pussy, and know that tonight, at least, you wont be cumming? To know that your little dick is all locked away, and you are just to please me? That make you all hot and horny, Baby?"
I looked up at her face as it hovered above her pubic mound, and I nodded. She chuckled softly, and settled herself deeper into the chair, raising her rear upwards to me. Her clitoris peeped out at me almost in gleeful surprise.
"It makes ME horny too, dainty one!" she giggled. "Do you have any idea how hot it makes me to know you want to cum so much? That you want to fuck me soooo badly... That you desperately want to drive that puny little cock of yours inside me - but you can't!" She tilted her head back and giggled up at the ceiling. Her hand came down on my head, and her fingers gripped my hair tightly, like she was holding reigns.
"Lick me, Baby," She drawled softly, "Eat me."
Of course, I obliged her as my cock throbbed in almost startled frustration against the confines of the metal tube. I found her button, and I sucked it, swirling my tongue around her nub. Loretta's moans were soon echoing as my well-trained tongue coaxed several orgasms from her hot, trickling pussy. Her fingers slid through my hair as she glanced down at me, panting.
"Suck it, Lover," she cooed, "Suck all my cream up... swallow it... I want my cream to be inside you... Drink all my pussy juice."
I placed my mouth hard against her cunt, and sucked. Her warm nectar slithered into my mouth - a warm, heady potion - and I eagerly swallowed, wanting, needing to have her secretions sliding down my throat and into my stomach.
Loretta gave a satisfied shudder: "Now lick me dry, little one. Clean my pussy."
Naturally, I obliged her again.
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During the next six weeks I wore the tube for longer and longer periods. I found no problems with it at all, and it was very comfortable to wear. The only time there was any discomfort was when I woke up during the night with a hard-on. But urinating soon caused my member to reluctantly deflate - although it was slightly unnerving to have to sit down to take a leak.
On the next Friday night Loretta asked me to shower, and to then fit the tube, but not to close the padlock - just to have it fitted into position ready for closing. I did as she asked.
She looked at me with that sexy little leer that I knew so well: "It seems that your little Toy works well. Now it's time to see how you go with me keeping the key!" She grinned at my apprehensive expression.
"Now," she began, "You asked me how long you will stay locked up, Honey? Well, I have been having a few kinky little thoughts about that. I am going to suggest something - and if you accept my suggestion, then you will signify your approval by closing the padlock on the tube. And once it's closed? It will stay on until I say so, and until we follow through on my suggestion - okay?"
"Okay" I said. My mouth was suddenly dry, and my heart fluttered. My cock immediately twitched.
She grinned again. "Okay then - as long as you know that if you close that lock, if you knowingly click that padlock shut, then there is no turning back." She paused for a few meaningful seconds. "Is it still a hot fantasy for you to imagine another guy fucking me?"
I felt my knees tremble, and I nodded. It was almost as if I could feel an earthquake coming.
Loretta smiled wolfishly. "Well, dainty one? How would you like to have to wait, all locked up, until I find another hot young stud eager to get into my panties?"
My throat contracted at her unexpected statement, and my cock was quickly expanding inside the metal tube.
"Oh my God!" was all I could croak.
Loretta chuckled: "Mmm, that evil little notion turn you on, Honey? Would it drive you wild to have to wait with no climax, with no yummy, satisfying orgasm, until another guy gets the goodies in my knickers? Does that thought turn you on?"
"Yes," I breathed huskily. My pulse had quickened so much that I felt my heart thumping, and I could feel my cock swelling rapidly at this unexpected turn of events, pressing tightly against the unyielding metal.
"Sooo, if I told you that I am really going to go out and hook up with some guy who's hot for me, and let him fuck me, then that would be fine with you, dainty one? That you would wait at home for me like a good little boy as a real man gives me a good, long, hard, deep fucking?"
"Yes!" I practically yelped. With each heartbeat my cock was now throbbing tightly inside the tube.
"Well, dainty one? In two weeks there is a band I want to see playing at a nightclub across town. I am going to see them as you wait at home, and I am sure that I can find some hot stud who's interested in taking me to bed - don't you think? Especially if I wear that short black skirt that you love seeing me in so much..." She looked sideways at me. Her eyes glittered. "Or we might even go shopping before then - and you can buy me a nice, new outfit. Maybe a sexy new mini that will show off these legs that you love soooo much... And maybe some stockings, Lover? I know how much you love seeing me in stockings - do you think other guys will like seeing my legs encased in stockings? Or wondering if I would take them off for them?"
I dazedly nodded. I was panting, and my hands shook. My cock was now silently begging for attention inside the tube. Loretta glanced down and noted that the tube was poking firmly out. She smiled softly again, and took my right hand, and guided it down to the padlock. My fingers glided over the brass body of the padlock.
"That would be okay, wouldn't it, Lover? If I found some hot guy, and I danced with him? Maybe let him wrap his arms around me as we danced nice and close? And if he wanted to kiss me, I would let him, Lover." She giggled again. "Of course, he might ask me to go back to his place - and of course I would accept his invitation. And if I do go back to his place, you can probably guess where we will end up - can't you, Lover?"
"In bed?" I rasped - more a statement than an inquiry.
"Yes - In his bed."
My cock again silently throbbed. My fingers again felt the brass padlock.
Loretta watched my face and smiled: "So wouldn't that be interesting, Honey? For you to wait here at home, looking at the clock, wondering if I am in bed with some hottie, and wondering if my legs are wrapped around his back, and if his cock is sliding into my pussy - your pussy! And all the while you cant even touch yourself. All you can do is wonder and think and imagine me being fucked - fucked hard and fast." She kissed me. I panted as her tongue slid into my mouth. My skin broke out into goosebumps.
She broke the kiss: "Close the padlock Lover," she whispered. "Close it if you really want me to spread my long, smooth, soft legs for another man. Close it if you really want another man to slide his big, hard cock inside me while you wait all locked up at home. Close it if you want to be my little cuckold... Close it if you want to imagine me out - in some guys bedroom, with my legs wrapped around his back, telling him to FUCK ME!"
I moaned, and my cock gave one last desperate throb. Pre-cum oozed its way along the inside of my confined, straining cock.
"Shut the padlock, dainty one," she breathed, "Close it, and I will make you my little cuckold.... My little cuckie... Mmmm, cuckie! I love how that sounds... close it, cuckie, and I swear I will cuckold you, and at last you will know how it feels to have another man fuck the pussy that's supposed to be yours... and you know what? If you close the lock? I also promise that as he's fucking me? I will GIGGLE - knowing that you are home, all locked up, and whilst I am letting him fuck me over and over and over, I will giggle imagining your little cock all hard and straining - but with no relief! Do you know how hard that will make me cum as his big cock pounds me?"
I shuddered and groaned softly under her teasing! I gripped the hasp of the padlock.
CLICK!
The lock shut with a sharp metallic finality.
Loretta grinned and kissed me again.
"You have just made sure that your fantasy will come true... CUCKIE!"
Her low, teasing giggle echoed softly. "Now, dainty one? EAT ME!"
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Will our Hero go off half-cocked? Or will the luscious Loretta have her cake and make HIM eat it? Find out in next week's enthralling episode! *grin*
My Life with Loretta ch. 05
The next morning I watched as Loretta poised a red marker pen over the glossy calendar that hung on the kitchen wall. We had not long ago arisen from bed, and she was wearing her fluffy white dressing gown that hung down to just above her knees. I knew she was naked underneath it.
She located the seventeenth of August on the shiny calendar, and slowly drew a thick red circle around the date. She flashed her smile at me.
"There we are, hunni!" she said, "Friday the seventeenth. Just so we don't forget when I will be going out. Thirteen days time... Thirteen days until you could become my little cuckie..."
That previous night, after I had closed the lock on the chastity tube, Loretta had laid back on the bed as I orally pleased her. She seemed to relish the situation - knowing that by closing the lock I had overtly given her full permission to seek sex outside of our relationship. She had been very vocal as I licked and sucked her, crying out how hot it had made her to see and hear me close the lock.
When I had finally licked her creamy pussy dry after her third climax, she had me bring her the three keys to padlock on my tube. She had placed the keys in her bedside drawer, mentioning that tomorrow she would hide two of the keys, and place the third key on her necklace. My cock had reluctantly deflated inside of the tube like a dog that been scenting a succulent meal for hours, but finally realised that dinner would not be forthcoming.
We had then made pillow talk for a good hour. Loretta must have sensed a slight wave of insecurity welling up in me, and she subtly reassured me that our relationship would not be threatened by any tryst that she might engage in. Just before she drifted off to sleep, she had reached down to cup the steel tube that encased my cock. She had smiled serenely, her eyes closed, and said: "My little prisoner..."
I had soon drifted off to sleep myself, her last words ringing in my ears.
Back in the kitchen, Loretta gave a soft chuckle and replaced the marker pen in the drawer. She backed herself up to the long kitchen bench and used her arms to lift herself up to sit on it. I glanced at her long legs as they snaked out from under her dressing gown. She noted my stare, and she smiled and gestured for me to come to her, parting her legs so that I could stand in front of her. She leaned forward and kissed me sensuously. I could feel her warm thighs pressing against my hips as her moist, velvety tongue slid between my lips. My metal-encased cock twitched under my own dressing gown.
"Sooo," she said when she broke the kiss, "Are you still ok with that, Lover? With me going out on my own in two weeks time - and knowing that I might cuckold you for real?"
I gulped involuntarily. "It's been such a hot fantasy for me for so long." I replied.
"That's not what I asked, Lover," she countered gently.
I thought about my reply for a few seconds. "I am okay with it, as long as it's not going to affect us - you know? I mean, as long as it doesn't change how you feel for me"
Loretta nodded. I could see her mulling the latent message in my reply: He is worried about my feelings for him changing, but not about his feelings for me changing. He will still love me even if I cuckold him.
"We talked about this last night, Baby," she replied. "It would never change how I feel for you. If we play this game, it will only be because it's a turn-on for both of us. Am I excited at the prospect of having sex outside our relationship? Yes - I freely admit that I am. But it also excites me to know what it does to you. I guess I love having that kind of power over you. But I am not looking for another relationship, hunni. I am very happy with us." She looked sideways at me and grinned: "Besides - where else am I gonna find such a good little pussy-licker?"
I had to chuckle at her lascivious leer. "Well I can only say again that it's a very powerful fantasy, as you have known for a long time."
Loretta smiled softly and nodded. "Okay. Well, it might not be a fantasy for much longer, little one. In thirteen days time there's a very good chance that some other guy will be have me, Lover."
I felt myself being pulled into the almost unreal sense of wicked eroticism in our exchange, and Loretta knew it.
"A very good chance? How good a chance?" I asked shakily. My cock expanded inside of the steel tube, almost seeming to want to listen to her reply for itself. I could feel the tip of the tube pressing against the kitchen cupboard door under her thighs.
Loretta kissed the corner of my mouth again. "How good a chance? You always need to know the odds, don't you? You mean how likely is it, let's say, on a scale of one to ten?"
I nodded silently.
"Well, little one?" She said, "If I meet a guy that I fancy, and who I think will be a nice, safe playmate for the evening? I would say that the chances of at least kissing him, and probably going much further, are at least nine out of ten." She paused for effect. "But more likely ten out of ten, hunni."
An almost commiserating carnal wave pulsed through my loins at her reply. I began trembling, and the tube clamped around my manhood gripped me tightly as my cock quivered merrily at her words. Loretta leaned close and kissed me again. Her moist tongue slid wetly over my lips.
"You love that idea, don't you, dainty one?" she whispered. "That I am almost certain that in two weeks time, you will become a cuckold..."
"Yes."
"Is your little cock getting all nice and hard inside your tube, Lover?"
"Yes."
She tossed her head back and grinned. "I love making you all hot, little one. I love making you shake - just like you're shaking right now." Her tongue darted from her mouth and licked my lips again.
"You drive me out of my mind," I replied breathlessly.
"Of course, Lover!" she said, "You had better get used to it, because for the next two weeks I am going to remind you each day that it's coming closer."
"Are you going to tease me?" I asked, now fully caught in the erotic word game.
Loretta chuckled softly. "Count on it, little one. Every single day."
I was trembling in earnest now, and my cock had swelled as much as the constrictive metal tube allowed. It throbbed helplessly, and I had to stop my hand from reaching down for it.
"Christ, I want to eat you so much!" I spontaneously blurted, "Right now!"
She seemed amused by my involuntary declaration. "I know. You want to please me, don't you, little one? You want to taste my creamy pussy again, don't you?"
"Yes! I want to lick you, and suck you, and slide my tongue deep inside you..."
"Will you lick my asshole too?" she countered playfully. "And will you lick me clean after I cum, little one?"
"Yes!" I panted.
"Would you get down on your knees right here in the kitchen, and lick me?"
"Jesus, yes!"
She laughed softly. "You're such a hungry little glutton for my pussy, aren't you?"
"I love your pussy!" I murmured, "I love eating you!"
Loretta gently pushed me away, and undid the tie on her dressing gown and pulled it open. I knew she was naked underneath, but the sight of her body, her soft breasts, and the hint of her pubic thatch made me draw a breath. She moved her hips closer to the edge of the bench and then parted those long, shapely legs. Her trimmed cleft opened before me, hovering over the lip of the bench. I glanced up at her face, and for the first time I saw the key dangling on the gold necklace between her breasts. She noted my gaze.
"Yes, cuckie," she said softly, "That's the key to your tube. And, like the tube itself, it stays right where it is for the next two weeks - this key stays right between my tits."
I gave a soft moan. Loretta smiled her soft, self-assured smile and parted her long legs slightly wider. Her cunt glistened invitingly.
"Get down on your knees then, little one," she requested softly. "Breakfast is served."
The feast she offered was juicy, fresh and succulent. I ate with relish.
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The next thirteen days became a carnal blur for me, like a lascivious whirlwind that spun faster and faster. The heady erotic anticipation grew with each passing day - just as Loretta had promised. I found that because I could not climax myself, all my lust was completely focused on pleasing Loretta. She seemed to take a wickedly perverse pleasure from teasing and taunting me, and working me into such a frenzy that I begged to eat her pussy, and lick her asshole. It became the only drug that soothed me - taking her clit between my lips and sucking it; sliding my tongue deep inside her, greedily scooping out her earthy nectar, sucking it, feeling its smooth texture as it slid down my throat. Listening to her cries and moans of pleasure as she climaxed, feeling her thighs clench and shudder as her creamy crevice erupted with her lava, became the center of my world.
The only time I didn't please her orally was for several days during her 'time of the month' in the first week. To be 'locked up', and not be able to eat her pussy for those few days nearly drove me insane with lust.
She informed me that she had hidden the two spare keys to the padlock in a very safe place somewhere in the house. This was done for safety reasons; in the event that I needed to remove the tube in a hurry, I would simply need to call her cell phone (which she always carried), and she would tell me where the keys were.
The only time the tube was ever off was when Loretta asked me to shower with her, which occurred every three or four days. As we showered together, she would unlock me, and tell me to remove the tube and cleanse myself as she carefully watched. As soon as we were out of the shower, she would have me replace the tube, and then she would check that the padlock was securely fastened once again.
As we were showering during the second week, I discovered that my penis had become extremely sensitive to touch - a legacy, I guess, of it being encased in what was a virtually frictionless environment. Loretta was intrigued by this discovery, but simply said that it would be handy to know later.
On Thursday the sixteenth, Loretta informed me that we were going shopping that evening. I had an inkling of what she meant, and sure enough we spent two hours shopping for her new outfit. She made me pick a skimpy set of black matching panties and bra. She then selected a new white skirt and red blouse. New black heels and a set of sheer stockings and suspender belt completed the ensemble.
Loretta smiled as I paid for each item.
"One last thing to buy," she announced, looking sideways at me with a bemused expression. She led us to the pharmacy, and she teasingly told me to buy a packet of condoms. My heart raced and my cock spasmed in its concealed steel casing as I handed over payment to the pharmacy checkout girl. Loretta immediately took custody of the packet, and put the condoms in her handbag.
Friday the seventeenth drifted past slowly - almost as if to prolong the numbing carnal tension inside me.
Loretta showered about an hour after our evening meal. She later reappeared dressed in her new outfit - and she looked stunning! Those legs that had mesmerized me so long ago looked dazzling under her new white skirt. Her blouse revealed the gentle contours of her breasts, and I could see the gold chain on which the key to my manhood was hung disappearing snugly into her cleavage. Her skirt was low enough to hide the tops of her stockings - but it wouldn't take much lifting to reveal them either.
"How do I look, Lover?" she asked, pirouetting playfully.
"You look gorgeous, hun," I stammered. A weird, carnal trance had taken hold of me. I realised that in a few hours this beautiful woman before me - my girlfriend, my lover - might wind up panting under some stud, imploring him to fuck her like I couldn't. The lecherous rush increased in strength and tempo, tearing through my veins.
Loretta smiled. "I'm glad you think so, little one." She replied. "It will be interesting to find out if other guys think the same thing tonight, won't it?"
I swallowed, and she embraced and kissed me. Her perfume enveloped me. I felt like I was in a dream. My cock again tested the metal walls of my tube, and my arms trembled as they held her.
Loretta broke the kiss. "Aww, my poor shaky hunni!" she drawled, "You have waited a long time, and you have been such a good little boy, baby. You haven't cum for two weeks - but tonight, after I get home? You are going to take that tube off, and then you are going to slide your cock inside me..."
That wave of kinky, twisted lasciviousness swept over me once more, stronger than ever. I felt myself being swept towards some unknown destination, at the center of which was pure, unadulterated LUST.
"Is someone else going to fuck you tonight?" I blurted in a voice not my own.
She smiled softly. "Most likely, Lover. But that's okay, isn't it?"
"Yes," I croaked. "I want you to get fucked..." I couldn't believe I had just said what I did.
She raised an eyebrow. "Do you, little one? So you really WANT me to spread my legs for a nice, new, hard cock?"
I could only nod. The lascivious wave of perverted desire pulsed through me again, skimming across my stomach before plunging gleefully into my loins. Tingling sensations rippled along my skin.
"You just might get your wish, little one!" she purred softly, "You do know how tight I will be, don't you? I haven't even had your little cock in my pussy for two long weeks... So imagine how tight my pussy is going to be for a big, thick, hard cock..."
"You will be so tight..." I almost chanted. My legs felt as though they were made from dough.
Loretta gave me a sexy grin. "Well - I will be tight for him... But maybe not tight for you when I get home later tonight, dainty one. But that's okay too, isn't it?" She kissed me again. "You won't mind a real cock reaming me out, will you, Lover? Forcing its way inside me... entering me... Stretching my pussy the way it deserves and needs to be stretched... I might not even feel you when you fuck me tonight..."
My own cock throbbed almost gleefully, as if it took a perverse pleasure in hearing of its own usurping. My balls ached dully, and I felt them contract.
"I want you to enjoy yourself tonight," I heard myself saying. "You know you can do anything you want!"
"I will, little one," she replied smoothly. Her green eyes blazed into mine "And just so you know? If I meet a guy who makes me horny, and I feel like enjoying myself? Then I will cuckold you." She gave a soft shiver of her own, and kissed me once more before releasing me from her embrace.
"Now, Lover?" she began, "I should be home between midnight and two in the morning. I want you to be awake when I get home, but if you aren't it doesn't matter - I will wake you. Don't call my cell phone, unless it's a real emergency. I will call you if there is anything I want you to know - okay?"
I merely nodded. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Steel encased my cock. Lust swirled and danced in my soul.
Loretta smiled softly. "Thank you, baby. Now it's time I headed out. I want to be at the venue early so I can get a decent parking spot."
She collected her handbag, and headed towards the front door. I followed in a trance. She turned and kissed me once more.
"I love you," she said
"I love you, too", I replied huskily. "Have fun tonight."
She flashed her cocky grin. "Oh, I will Baby. See you after midnight."
She opened the door, and was soon gone.
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Next episode - Loretta lets her fingers do the walking, and our Hero ponders the real meaning of "penile servitude". *grin*
** Editors Note - there was no next episode.
She located the seventeenth of August on the shiny calendar, and slowly drew a thick red circle around the date. She flashed her smile at me.
"There we are, hunni!" she said, "Friday the seventeenth. Just so we don't forget when I will be going out. Thirteen days time... Thirteen days until you could become my little cuckie..."
That previous night, after I had closed the lock on the chastity tube, Loretta had laid back on the bed as I orally pleased her. She seemed to relish the situation - knowing that by closing the lock I had overtly given her full permission to seek sex outside of our relationship. She had been very vocal as I licked and sucked her, crying out how hot it had made her to see and hear me close the lock.
When I had finally licked her creamy pussy dry after her third climax, she had me bring her the three keys to padlock on my tube. She had placed the keys in her bedside drawer, mentioning that tomorrow she would hide two of the keys, and place the third key on her necklace. My cock had reluctantly deflated inside of the tube like a dog that been scenting a succulent meal for hours, but finally realised that dinner would not be forthcoming.
We had then made pillow talk for a good hour. Loretta must have sensed a slight wave of insecurity welling up in me, and she subtly reassured me that our relationship would not be threatened by any tryst that she might engage in. Just before she drifted off to sleep, she had reached down to cup the steel tube that encased my cock. She had smiled serenely, her eyes closed, and said: "My little prisoner..."
I had soon drifted off to sleep myself, her last words ringing in my ears.
Back in the kitchen, Loretta gave a soft chuckle and replaced the marker pen in the drawer. She backed herself up to the long kitchen bench and used her arms to lift herself up to sit on it. I glanced at her long legs as they snaked out from under her dressing gown. She noted my stare, and she smiled and gestured for me to come to her, parting her legs so that I could stand in front of her. She leaned forward and kissed me sensuously. I could feel her warm thighs pressing against my hips as her moist, velvety tongue slid between my lips. My metal-encased cock twitched under my own dressing gown.
"Sooo," she said when she broke the kiss, "Are you still ok with that, Lover? With me going out on my own in two weeks time - and knowing that I might cuckold you for real?"
I gulped involuntarily. "It's been such a hot fantasy for me for so long." I replied.
"That's not what I asked, Lover," she countered gently.
I thought about my reply for a few seconds. "I am okay with it, as long as it's not going to affect us - you know? I mean, as long as it doesn't change how you feel for me"
Loretta nodded. I could see her mulling the latent message in my reply: He is worried about my feelings for him changing, but not about his feelings for me changing. He will still love me even if I cuckold him.
"We talked about this last night, Baby," she replied. "It would never change how I feel for you. If we play this game, it will only be because it's a turn-on for both of us. Am I excited at the prospect of having sex outside our relationship? Yes - I freely admit that I am. But it also excites me to know what it does to you. I guess I love having that kind of power over you. But I am not looking for another relationship, hunni. I am very happy with us." She looked sideways at me and grinned: "Besides - where else am I gonna find such a good little pussy-licker?"
I had to chuckle at her lascivious leer. "Well I can only say again that it's a very powerful fantasy, as you have known for a long time."
Loretta smiled softly and nodded. "Okay. Well, it might not be a fantasy for much longer, little one. In thirteen days time there's a very good chance that some other guy will be have me, Lover."
I felt myself being pulled into the almost unreal sense of wicked eroticism in our exchange, and Loretta knew it.
"A very good chance? How good a chance?" I asked shakily. My cock expanded inside of the steel tube, almost seeming to want to listen to her reply for itself. I could feel the tip of the tube pressing against the kitchen cupboard door under her thighs.
Loretta kissed the corner of my mouth again. "How good a chance? You always need to know the odds, don't you? You mean how likely is it, let's say, on a scale of one to ten?"
I nodded silently.
"Well, little one?" She said, "If I meet a guy that I fancy, and who I think will be a nice, safe playmate for the evening? I would say that the chances of at least kissing him, and probably going much further, are at least nine out of ten." She paused for effect. "But more likely ten out of ten, hunni."
An almost commiserating carnal wave pulsed through my loins at her reply. I began trembling, and the tube clamped around my manhood gripped me tightly as my cock quivered merrily at her words. Loretta leaned close and kissed me again. Her moist tongue slid wetly over my lips.
"You love that idea, don't you, dainty one?" she whispered. "That I am almost certain that in two weeks time, you will become a cuckold..."
"Yes."
"Is your little cock getting all nice and hard inside your tube, Lover?"
"Yes."
She tossed her head back and grinned. "I love making you all hot, little one. I love making you shake - just like you're shaking right now." Her tongue darted from her mouth and licked my lips again.
"You drive me out of my mind," I replied breathlessly.
"Of course, Lover!" she said, "You had better get used to it, because for the next two weeks I am going to remind you each day that it's coming closer."
"Are you going to tease me?" I asked, now fully caught in the erotic word game.
Loretta chuckled softly. "Count on it, little one. Every single day."
I was trembling in earnest now, and my cock had swelled as much as the constrictive metal tube allowed. It throbbed helplessly, and I had to stop my hand from reaching down for it.
"Christ, I want to eat you so much!" I spontaneously blurted, "Right now!"
She seemed amused by my involuntary declaration. "I know. You want to please me, don't you, little one? You want to taste my creamy pussy again, don't you?"
"Yes! I want to lick you, and suck you, and slide my tongue deep inside you..."
"Will you lick my asshole too?" she countered playfully. "And will you lick me clean after I cum, little one?"
"Yes!" I panted.
"Would you get down on your knees right here in the kitchen, and lick me?"
"Jesus, yes!"
She laughed softly. "You're such a hungry little glutton for my pussy, aren't you?"
"I love your pussy!" I murmured, "I love eating you!"
Loretta gently pushed me away, and undid the tie on her dressing gown and pulled it open. I knew she was naked underneath, but the sight of her body, her soft breasts, and the hint of her pubic thatch made me draw a breath. She moved her hips closer to the edge of the bench and then parted those long, shapely legs. Her trimmed cleft opened before me, hovering over the lip of the bench. I glanced up at her face, and for the first time I saw the key dangling on the gold necklace between her breasts. She noted my gaze.
"Yes, cuckie," she said softly, "That's the key to your tube. And, like the tube itself, it stays right where it is for the next two weeks - this key stays right between my tits."
I gave a soft moan. Loretta smiled her soft, self-assured smile and parted her long legs slightly wider. Her cunt glistened invitingly.
"Get down on your knees then, little one," she requested softly. "Breakfast is served."
The feast she offered was juicy, fresh and succulent. I ate with relish.
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The next thirteen days became a carnal blur for me, like a lascivious whirlwind that spun faster and faster. The heady erotic anticipation grew with each passing day - just as Loretta had promised. I found that because I could not climax myself, all my lust was completely focused on pleasing Loretta. She seemed to take a wickedly perverse pleasure from teasing and taunting me, and working me into such a frenzy that I begged to eat her pussy, and lick her asshole. It became the only drug that soothed me - taking her clit between my lips and sucking it; sliding my tongue deep inside her, greedily scooping out her earthy nectar, sucking it, feeling its smooth texture as it slid down my throat. Listening to her cries and moans of pleasure as she climaxed, feeling her thighs clench and shudder as her creamy crevice erupted with her lava, became the center of my world.
The only time I didn't please her orally was for several days during her 'time of the month' in the first week. To be 'locked up', and not be able to eat her pussy for those few days nearly drove me insane with lust.
She informed me that she had hidden the two spare keys to the padlock in a very safe place somewhere in the house. This was done for safety reasons; in the event that I needed to remove the tube in a hurry, I would simply need to call her cell phone (which she always carried), and she would tell me where the keys were.
The only time the tube was ever off was when Loretta asked me to shower with her, which occurred every three or four days. As we showered together, she would unlock me, and tell me to remove the tube and cleanse myself as she carefully watched. As soon as we were out of the shower, she would have me replace the tube, and then she would check that the padlock was securely fastened once again.
As we were showering during the second week, I discovered that my penis had become extremely sensitive to touch - a legacy, I guess, of it being encased in what was a virtually frictionless environment. Loretta was intrigued by this discovery, but simply said that it would be handy to know later.
On Thursday the sixteenth, Loretta informed me that we were going shopping that evening. I had an inkling of what she meant, and sure enough we spent two hours shopping for her new outfit. She made me pick a skimpy set of black matching panties and bra. She then selected a new white skirt and red blouse. New black heels and a set of sheer stockings and suspender belt completed the ensemble.
Loretta smiled as I paid for each item.
"One last thing to buy," she announced, looking sideways at me with a bemused expression. She led us to the pharmacy, and she teasingly told me to buy a packet of condoms. My heart raced and my cock spasmed in its concealed steel casing as I handed over payment to the pharmacy checkout girl. Loretta immediately took custody of the packet, and put the condoms in her handbag.
Friday the seventeenth drifted past slowly - almost as if to prolong the numbing carnal tension inside me.
Loretta showered about an hour after our evening meal. She later reappeared dressed in her new outfit - and she looked stunning! Those legs that had mesmerized me so long ago looked dazzling under her new white skirt. Her blouse revealed the gentle contours of her breasts, and I could see the gold chain on which the key to my manhood was hung disappearing snugly into her cleavage. Her skirt was low enough to hide the tops of her stockings - but it wouldn't take much lifting to reveal them either.
"How do I look, Lover?" she asked, pirouetting playfully.
"You look gorgeous, hun," I stammered. A weird, carnal trance had taken hold of me. I realised that in a few hours this beautiful woman before me - my girlfriend, my lover - might wind up panting under some stud, imploring him to fuck her like I couldn't. The lecherous rush increased in strength and tempo, tearing through my veins.
Loretta smiled. "I'm glad you think so, little one." She replied. "It will be interesting to find out if other guys think the same thing tonight, won't it?"
I swallowed, and she embraced and kissed me. Her perfume enveloped me. I felt like I was in a dream. My cock again tested the metal walls of my tube, and my arms trembled as they held her.
Loretta broke the kiss. "Aww, my poor shaky hunni!" she drawled, "You have waited a long time, and you have been such a good little boy, baby. You haven't cum for two weeks - but tonight, after I get home? You are going to take that tube off, and then you are going to slide your cock inside me..."
That wave of kinky, twisted lasciviousness swept over me once more, stronger than ever. I felt myself being swept towards some unknown destination, at the center of which was pure, unadulterated LUST.
"Is someone else going to fuck you tonight?" I blurted in a voice not my own.
She smiled softly. "Most likely, Lover. But that's okay, isn't it?"
"Yes," I croaked. "I want you to get fucked..." I couldn't believe I had just said what I did.
She raised an eyebrow. "Do you, little one? So you really WANT me to spread my legs for a nice, new, hard cock?"
I could only nod. The lascivious wave of perverted desire pulsed through me again, skimming across my stomach before plunging gleefully into my loins. Tingling sensations rippled along my skin.
"You just might get your wish, little one!" she purred softly, "You do know how tight I will be, don't you? I haven't even had your little cock in my pussy for two long weeks... So imagine how tight my pussy is going to be for a big, thick, hard cock..."
"You will be so tight..." I almost chanted. My legs felt as though they were made from dough.
Loretta gave me a sexy grin. "Well - I will be tight for him... But maybe not tight for you when I get home later tonight, dainty one. But that's okay too, isn't it?" She kissed me again. "You won't mind a real cock reaming me out, will you, Lover? Forcing its way inside me... entering me... Stretching my pussy the way it deserves and needs to be stretched... I might not even feel you when you fuck me tonight..."
My own cock throbbed almost gleefully, as if it took a perverse pleasure in hearing of its own usurping. My balls ached dully, and I felt them contract.
"I want you to enjoy yourself tonight," I heard myself saying. "You know you can do anything you want!"
"I will, little one," she replied smoothly. Her green eyes blazed into mine "And just so you know? If I meet a guy who makes me horny, and I feel like enjoying myself? Then I will cuckold you." She gave a soft shiver of her own, and kissed me once more before releasing me from her embrace.
"Now, Lover?" she began, "I should be home between midnight and two in the morning. I want you to be awake when I get home, but if you aren't it doesn't matter - I will wake you. Don't call my cell phone, unless it's a real emergency. I will call you if there is anything I want you to know - okay?"
I merely nodded. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Steel encased my cock. Lust swirled and danced in my soul.
Loretta smiled softly. "Thank you, baby. Now it's time I headed out. I want to be at the venue early so I can get a decent parking spot."
She collected her handbag, and headed towards the front door. I followed in a trance. She turned and kissed me once more.
"I love you," she said
"I love you, too", I replied huskily. "Have fun tonight."
She flashed her cocky grin. "Oh, I will Baby. See you after midnight."
She opened the door, and was soon gone.
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Next episode - Loretta lets her fingers do the walking, and our Hero ponders the real meaning of "penile servitude". *grin*
** Editors Note - there was no next episode.
