An adult stories – Notches on His Belt – Retribution 02 by belted and teased,belted and teased This is a work of fantasy. Most of the characters will not necessarily be “likeable” to you. Again…fantasy. Comments pointing out how unrealistic the story is (that would not happen) are probably true; it is not intended to be a serious tale. It includes chastity, adultery, cuckolding, cbt, creampie, etc. If that is not your thing…
Also…always practice safe sex…our fantasy heroes live in a perfect world…we do not.
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I strongly suggest reading Part 1 for Part 2 to make sense. A very brief synopsis is that Jennifer Locke discovers her husband Richard, the mega tech billionaire, has been notching his belt each time he beds another female employee. His belt is nearly filled with notches. She decides to lock him in chastity; he will not have relief until she has as many notches as he does, and all those he cuckolded can cuckold him if their wives choose.
She is creative. Her overly amorous husband now only wears button-up jeans and shorts. The padlock securing his chastity device is placed outside a buttonhole. Nothing obscene, but everyone soon realizes his condition.
Today is Richard’s first Monday back to work. At the company party over the weekend, her hubby’s new condition, her willingness to cuckold him, and a new program where employees could receive a week of oral attentions from the CEO, were all announced.
Jennifer had already received numerous requests from wives for their husbands to cuckold Richard. This certainly seems twisted until one examines how many marriages had been…complicated…by Richard’s raging libido. Jennifer was not the only one looking to even the score. Many thought it would be therapeutic for their relationships.
He had been nude since Sunday and was assured he would wear no clothing in their house from then forward. As he dressed for work, he pulled up his jeans and stood before his wife, who was seated on a bench at the end of their bed.
Jennifer told him to place his hands behind his head and keep them there. She then began the process of unlocking the padlock which secured his chastity cage. She threaded the locking post for the device through a buttonhole in his jeans, then reattached the padlock with a “snick.”
Richard asked, “Is locking it like this really necessary since everyone knows I’m locked up now?”
“Oh, absolutely. Like wearing a tie, it sets the tone at work. Each time an employee gets to see this padlock hanging from your crotch, it will make them feel safe, and happy. We do want a happy workplace don’t we?”
It was a rhetorical question.
Richard went to the closet and selected a new, clean belt, threading it through the loops on his jeans.
She stared at him sardonically. “Oh, no you don’t. You’ve worn that belt with all the notches, quite proudly, for years. Put it back on.”
As he threaded the notched belt, she began threading her own belt on. “I want you to wear that every day, so everyone can watch my belt filling up with notches until I have more than you. It will be great for morale.”
After breakfast, as Richard took his daily vitamins, he came to the the little blue pill and a small glass of liquid. His daily dose of erection enhancement and aphrodisiac. He regarded them pensively. His penis was already pressing firmly against it’s prison, feeling as if someone was squeezing it.
The addition of the daily doses made it feel as if his cock would burst through the steel cage, and he noticed EVERYTHING even mildly sexual. A flip of hair, the slightest cleavage or leg, the feminine swing of a nice derriere. He dreaded the heightened arousal.
She stared at him across the table. She arched an eyebrow. This had already been discussed and was not negotiable.
Richard sighed and downed the pill with the liquid aphrodisiac. He felt as if it began working as soon as it passed his lips but knew that was crazy. It was psychological.
Jennifer had declared at the party that she would be taking over all personnel matters, so they drove to the corporate offices together.
Richard got a taste of what the day would be like as they walked through the expansive lobby of the multi-story building that housed corporate headquarters. It was a beautiful, modern structure. Glass made the view of the gardens outside make one feel as if they WERE outside.
As they walked past the security / greeting desk, Richard could tell the security staff and all of the team members who happened to be in the lobby were attempting clandestinely to see if the padlock they either saw Saturday night or had been told about was in place.
Reactions when they confirmed it hung from the fly of his jeans ranged from smiles to shock, to a relaxation of their body. Things really were changing for the better.
They rode up the elevator to the 20th floor, the executive offices. Richard thought he might lose it as busty Roxanne from the secretarial pool stood behind him on the elevator and pressed her breasts into his back.
As they entered the reception area, Katrina and David were waiting for them, in addition to half a dozen other staff members. Some wondered if they still had jobs.
Not Katrina and David. Katrina, a voluptuous woman with coffee tinted flesh, had been Richard’s executive assistant for several years. She was very competent at her job. But being Richard Locke’s assistant also meant she had put in hours either fellating him under his desk or bent over the desk as he drove his cock home to completion.
David was Katrina’s husband. His first inkling that he was a cuckold was when Kat had shaved off the full muff of hair covering her sex. She had been very proud of her au naturale genitals…but had suddenly gone to completely bare. It had been difficult for them for a while, but they had gotten through the rough spot and were closer than ever.
The couple had been in on the “ground floor” of Jennifer’s changes. David had been the first notch on Jenny’s belt, having her twice on Saturday. He had been every bit the lover Katrina had promised, and she planned on enjoying him several more times at her husband’s expense.
Jennifer had made the first of her personnel changes when she reassigned Katrina as HER assistant and assigned David as Richard’s executive assistant. He would fill a role as a supervisor of sorts also. He held a second key to Richard’s chastity cage. Since the cage was locked OUTSIDE of his pants, if Richard needed to use the bathroom, he would have to ask David for permission. In addition to being someone with many motives to hate Richard, David was built like a brick wall. Very tall, broad shouldered and muscular. He intimidated the hell out of Richard, without trying. It only made Richard more nervous when David greeted him with, “Good morning, DICK.”
Jennifer was devious. Richard was screwed.
Katrina introduced Jennifer to the employees with whom she was not familiar. Learning that Megan was the logistics manager, Jennifer asked her to find an office for her within the executive offices.
Megan winked, “We sort of assumed you would take Richard’s.”
Jennifer smiled back, “I appreciate the sentiment, but no. There will be many changes for my husband because of his debauchery. But we must all remember none of us would be here but for his talents in business. So he will keep his office and our respect…for the most part.”
Everyone nodded with this logic, some less enthusiastically than others.
“If you want to be a part of retribution, Megan, I have something you can help with. Could you have a lock box with a slot made up? Put a placard on it reading ‘Dick’s Dickless Oral’ with instructions to drop a business card inside to be entered in the weekly lottery. The winner each week can demand servicing from the boss at will as long as it does not interfere with business needs. Put the box at the security desk downstairs; I don’t want people to feel they have to walk past his office to partake. Then give the key to Katrina. She will coordinate the program as a booster to employee morale.”
Megan smiled broadly. “Yes, ma’am! Mine will be the first card in.”
“Good deal. Just FYI, the program won’t start until I feel he has been sufficiently trained. I did not realize he was so selfish and that I was the only one he had never gone down on. He is improving, but I’m not ready to unleash his tongue yet.”
Katrina interjected, “Margaret will be sad to hear he is not ready.”
The program had sort of been a drunken suggestion made by Margaret. So, Jennifer promised her first dibs.
As Megan helped Jennifer and Katrina to get set up in their new offices, Richard helped David set up in his. Then Richard completed some routine paperwork, caught up on his emails, then tried to hide in his office.
About 10 AM Jennifer came into his office with Katrina in tow.
“Katrina, what would our CEO normally be doing at this time on a Monday morning?”
Katrina knew where this was going. She spoke plainly, “MBWA, without fail, Jen.”
Jennifer knew what this meant but wanted him to say it. The eyebrow arched expectantly. “Well, what is that?”
Hesitantly, “Management by walking around. Letting yourself be seen by the employees and talking to them so you know what is going on.”
“Then I suggest you get to it. The crew deserves your attention.”
He instinctively glanced down at his crotch, and the padlock. “But…”
The eyebrow went up again.
He stood and made his way reluctantly to the door.
“You better be your normal cheerful self. Your demeanor is not based solely on being able to FUCK your employees, is it?”
He thought about it. This was going to be humiliating. And he was afraid many of them hated him. But she was right. “No, ma’am.”
So it was that he made his way to every department on every floor as usual, accompanied by his huge body guard-like assistant rather than David’s nubile wife.
Much to his surprise, David treated him with respect. And the employees seemed genuinely glad to see him. He soon realized this was BECAUSE of the padlock. They no longer had to be apprehensive about whether his roving eye would land upon them or their spouses.
As he became more relaxed, some of their queries became more personal.
“How long since you had sex? I mean, used him?”
He found himself being open. “Last Friday, but a lot has happened since then. It feels like months already.”
Another man seemed to stare at the lock as others conversed. Then asked, “Does it hurt?”
Richard certainly had an answer for this. “Sometimes. But what surprised me, is that it is almost comforting, like a security blanket.”
They stared back at him like he was crazy.
“If you squeeze yourself in your hand really firmly, or have your wife do it, that is how it feels. The harder you try to get, the tighter it feels. I’m desperate to get out and cum. But it also can feel good.”
Later, in another department, a young woman asked, “Are you angry about being locked up and humiliated like this?”
He knew he was not angry, but had to think about his answer, so was quiet for some time.
“No, no I don’t feel any anger. I mean, think about what I’ve been doing. I think I deserve any torment Jenny decides upon, don’t you?”
The young woman grinned. “Yes. It’s good to know you do too, though.” She leaned forward, exposing her cleavage to him, and her eyes lit up as she saw the bulge in his pants bob.
Richard made it back to his office after three hours of interactions. All of the talk about his situation, the glimpses of flesh, and flirtatious females had him almost apoplectic. His shaft was straining against it’s prison, and he had a wet spot on the front of his jeans.
He had waited as long as he could. But now his bladder and his bowels made it obvious he should not have forgone his morning sabbatical. He made his way the short distance to David’s office.
He was standing with his legs crossed, but David was on the phone and held up his hand for Richard to wait. He was really struggling at this point; afraid he might mess himself.
After five minutes, David finished his call, “Sorry, Dick, that was important. What’s up?”
“I umm, I need to go to the bathroom.”
David stood, “Okay, let’s go.”
Richard started walking quickly to the men’s room, “Uh, you have to go with me?”
“Your wife was quite clear. She said if you were not supervised, you most certainly would jack off. So yeah, I have to go with you.”
In the bathroom, David used his key to unlock the padlock. He had Richard lower his pants, then reattached the lock.
“We can’t just take it off for me to pee?”
David chuckled. “I ain’t tryin’ to get your hard-on back in that little cage. Mrs. L said you could piss with it on.”
Richard went into a stall. David leaned against the row of sinks to wait. When Richard was done, they reversed the process so that the lock was visible again.
Before they walked back out, David calmly admonished, “I am not thrilled about taking a grown man to the bathroom either, but do not wait so long next time. It is what it is, so make the best of it.”
David seemingly went everywhere with Richard. This was not really that unusual. As executive assistant, Katrina had done the same. While Richard would be talking to someone, David would be taking notes regarding memos that needed to be sent, phone calls made, directives written as a result of the discussions. Supervising his “boss” was just a fortunate side effect.
As Jennifer and Richard walked past security on the way out of the building that afternoon, he noticed the “Dick’s Dickless Oral” box was in place. It had a graphic of a man on his knees with his head buried between a seated woman’s legs on it, along with instructions.
In the short time they were in the lobby, Richard observed half a dozen women stop on their way out for the day and drop in their business cards.
That evening at home, Richard was reminded to strip as soon as they walked in the door. Maria had dinner ready and ate at the table with them. A new norm had been set. After dinner, she began to clear the table.
Jennifer stopped her, “Dickie will get the dishes tonight. Let’s go in the living room and relax with some wine.”
After he had finished the dishes, Richard joined them.
Jennifer asked him how his first day back at work was and how he was doing with the chastity. He explained how he had been surprised by the staff’s attitude towards him, that it was mostly positive.
“And how is little Dickie doing?”
Richard hesitated to gather his thoughts and decide how honest to be. “Every little thing arouses me. He is trying to get hard almost constantly, and seeping pre-cum. It’s been leaving wet spots on my jeans.”
Maria, affected by the wine, began giggling uncontrollably. After she had gone on for nearly a minute, laughing more each time she looked at Richard, Jennifer, also laughing now, asked, “What? What is it?”
Maria held up her hand as if to say “hold on” then ran into the bathroom off of the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later holding something behind her back, bursting into another giggle fit upon seeing Richard.
After regaining her composure somewhat, she showed them what she had. Using medical tape, she had fashioned a little hat out of a feminine hygiene pad. She placed it over the shaft portion of his cage.
Both women erupted into fits of laughter again. Jennifer finally caught her breath, “There, problem solved! Anything else?”
Blushing furiously, Richard’s cock pulsed, visibly bouncing. The humiliation was a tremendous turn on, he had discovered.
Against his better judgment, he blurted out, “Please…. PLEASE, I NEED to cum so bad! I haven’t gone this long since I became an adult…I can’t take it, please….”
Both women looked at each other silently for a moment, then laughed again.
Jennifer took a sip of wine, “You can beg all you want, in fact I encourage it. It is satisfying to know our little program is working. It isn’t that I don’t care. I am sympathetic. But this IS happening. You will not have an orgasm until I have more notches than you.”
She sipped her wine some more. “Does engaging in sex acts make it worse? Or better?”
He looked down. “Both. It feels really good to have an outlet by making you cum. But at the same time it’s like every-time I see or feel someone else get off, it ratchets up the arousal another notch. You know how a ratchet works…until there is a release, it just keeps getting higher and higher and higher. I did not know I could be this horny.”
More wine. “Awww. Poor baby. Well, buckle up. We have to get you trained up for the weekly raffle. It is time for more cunnilingus practice. I think since she helped you out, Maria should get to go first tonight. Then I’ll take you to bed for mine.”
Maria smiled happily and wriggled out of her shorts and panties. She had gotten over her shyness now. She edged her butt forward on her seat and spread her legs open to expose her already moist, hairy muff in invitation.
His shaft throbbed as he dropped to his knees and dove in hungrily, like a man possessed.
He jacked up the ratchet six notches before she pushed him away. He wondered which would explode first, his cock or his balls.
His wife felt she had to have at least as many orgasms as the housekeeper, so she enjoyed seven, giving him occasional direction. She felt he was getting better…he was probably ready. But she did not plan to tell him that for at least another week.
On Wednesday he was in his office when David leaned in. “Kat called. Your wife would like you to come by and see her office. Apparently, the decorating is finished.”
When they arrived they found Katrina sitting at a nice desk in an outer office. There was a couch against one wall. David sat on the leather couch and chatted with his wife while Jennifer showed off her office to Richard.
When Richard stepped back into the room with Katrina and David, he was visibly nervous about carrying out the instructions Jennifer had given him.
David let him off the hook to an extent. “It’s okay. Jenny already asked us about it. You better get to it. We have a meeting in two hours.”
Katrina turned her leather office chair to reveal she had pulled her dress up and wore no panties. “Jenny told me I needed to experience that tongue on my G-spot. I feel privileged that Jenny wants me to help with your training.”
She glanced downward, indicating he should get to work. He looked sheepishly at David, who shrugged as if to say, may as well get to it.
When he knelt down between her legs, she gently guided him to crawl under her desk so she could continue to work at her computer or talk on the phone. Then she scooted forward in her chair and spread her legs enough for him to gain access to her sex.
Richard began slowly, kissing and nibbling on the flesh of her thighs, occasionally caressing her with his tongue. OMG, she smelled amazing. He recalled her scent from the times he had fucked her. It had always aroused him, but he had never been this close before. His heart raced, and he had to focus to calm himself.
Being in this position brought back memories. Amazingly erotic memories. Of all the women he’d had other than Jenny, Katrina had been the most…fuckable. Her sex was full, with puffy lips, and tight. She must do Kegel exercises or something, he thought. And she had all the right moves and rhythms. He also recalled her talents as a fellatrix. He could never admit it openly, but there was a reason he had coaxed her under HIS desk so frequently. She could draw the finish out for as long as she wished, keeping her prey on the edge the entire time.
All of these memories filled his mind in a rush. Coupled with her scent and her flesh surrounding him, it overwhelmed him.
Both Katrina and David stared at the desk in amusement as they heard a sudden, frantic “Mmmmppphhh!!” escape him. He froze momentarily as a large glob of pre-cum forced its way through his entrapped penis, soaking the feminine napkin Jenny had put on him that morning.
He felt Katrina tapping the back of his head. Focus.
If he could not have her talents, he was determined to please her with his efforts. He was conflicted about David’s presence. It had been one thing to use the man’s wife clandestinely. But to be used by her with her husband sitting in the room; Richard half expected to be dragged out and beaten. At the same time he was getting a perverse thrill out of the prospect of making her scream in front of hubby.
When he worked his way to her labia, he was in for another surprise. When he was fucking her, he had talked her into shaving the bountiful pubic hair she wore bare. Now that she had control back, she had decided to grow it back out for her husband. Which Richard would appreciate in the weeks to come; he would soon love the feel of the soft down against his face. But at the moment, the hair had just broken the surface. So it was almost like brushing his face with a Brillo pad. He could still feel the soft, tender flesh, and he could suckle and lick to good effect.
He could tell he was having an effect; her juices were flowing. But she seemed intent on maintaining her composure and making him work for it. She answered the phone and sounded very professional, not betraying at all that she was being sexed. She chatted casually with David as if nothing were happening. At least three employees stopped by the office and carried on conversations with her, oblivious to the fact there was a man under her desk tonguing her.
Now that he was becoming a nascent connoisseur of vaginas, he was wishing he had volunteered to devour Katrina on his own long ago. Her labia were puffy and decadent, and her now aroused clitoris was prominent and begged for attention. It was very easy to locate, and he savored sucking it into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue.
Gawwd she tasted so good. She was still maintaining her composure when he sucked her clit fully into his mouth and groaned again as another glob of pre-cum forced it’s way out.
He thought, please cum, please cum. He surprised himself. He was not begging for his own orgasm, but hers. He did not realize it, but he had just hit a major milestone not only in his cunnilingus training, but also in his attitude towards women and the deepest part of his personality. He wanted desperately to gain release, but from this point forward, his primary focus would ALWAYS be his lover’s needs first. Whoever that might be. Whatever the needs might be.
He was so focused on her now, he did not notice whether she was speaking to someone or not.
She was speaking to a nerdy tech guy named Simon who had come in when Richard flattened his tongue and began bathing the most sensitive part of her clit with the perfect rhythm.
Simon was confused when she held her hand up for him to be silent and wait for a moment. She closed her eyes, gripped the edge of the desk tightly with both hands and trembled. Richard was rewarded with a sudden flow of her cum and her sex pressing against his face.
David was chuckling silently to himself as the ice queen melted just a little.
When she had recovered, she opened her eyes, exhaled softly, and continued her conversation with Simon as if nothing had happened.
This mild level of orgasm occurred twice more. The orgasms would have been much more intense were she focusing on herself; had she not been resisting so intently.
Richard heard David’s booming voice, “15 minutes, Dick. Then we gotta go.”
He began in earnest lashing her clit to bring her to another orgasm. Within a few minutes he felt her tense up again.
This time as she did so, he tilted her chair to a better angle, pressed his face as tightly to her as he could, and shoved his tongue deep into her canal. He found the soft, bumpy spots of her G-spot and massaged it fervently with the tip of his tongue. He had never even realized he had an unusually long tongue. And certainly would not have assumed this talent. For the woman, it took a man’s occasional strokes across the magic spot with the head of a penis to a focused attack with his tongue.
“F-F-F-U-U-U-U-C-C-K!!!!!”
Her hands shot down to hold his head in place as she came long and hard, ejaculating and covering his face with jets of liquid.
“Sonuvabitch…. motherfucker, yes.”
In the next room, Jennifer smiled in satisfaction, knowing what had just happened.
When she had recovered, Katrina let a happy Richard up.
David regarded him. His face was covered in Katrina’s cum, his cheeks were reddened from being rubbed by the short, stiff hairs of her pubis, and his shirt was soaked.
“Holy shit. We better get you cleaned up.”
Katrina appeared flustered. She began to touch Richard’s arm as he left, still recovering from one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever experienced. But she caught herself and began straightening her dress.
That night at home, Richard was almost surprised to experience a quiet evening. Maria had made up a pasta dish for them, but had gone home before they arrived.
The only potentially erotic event was that they showered together. Jennifer insisted he place his hands behind his back where she fastened a pair of stainless steel police handcuffs on his wrists. Only then did she remove his chastity device and guide him into the shower.
“Good grief, honey. I have never seen him get so hard. Is he supposed to turn purple? Does it hurt?”
“I-I, don’t know. I don’t remember it ever getting this hard before. It feels like the skin could split. As far as hurting…I hate to say it…it does…but it hurts REALLY good.”
She could not help but laugh. “Hurts really good, huh? Well, that sounds like something we should build upon.”
With his hands secured behind him he was of no use to her in bathing, so she made him watch as she sudsed herself up and spent time washing her breasts, her genitals, her buttocks…all the places he craved to touch. She placed his erection in the cleft of her buttocks and masturbated him with it.
After she rinsed off, she let him suckle her breasts for a couple of minutes before bathing him.
She covered him in suds. She washed his chest, twisting his nipples. She moved to his shaft and masturbated it slowly until he was subconsciously pushing his cock through her hand. Then she stopped and moved to his legs.
Then she returned and edged him again. Before stopping to wash his hair.
Then returning to masturbate him again. When he felt an orgasm approaching and he began frantically thrusting into the “O” she had formed, gasping, she withdrew her hand.
“Oh, please, no! Please!”
She slapped his impossibly hard cock, hard.
“NO. Bad penis.”
She switched the water to the coldest setting, and rinsed him until he was quite flaccid. She dried his crotch and replaced the now clean chastity device. Once she had replaced the lock with a “snick” she handed him a towel. “Dry off and come to bed.”
That night she did not demand to be serviced. She had him spoon her, lodging his caged, long suffering cock in the cleft of her ass. Once again she slept well. He struggled for a bit, then, exhausted, drifted off.
He found the remainder of his week fairly calm, and he began to wonder if the “retribution” had been forgotten. Jenny used him for cunnilingus a couple of times, but mostly he was getting used to being locked up, visibly.
Then as he and Jennifer arrived home Friday evening and he saw the circle drive filled with cars, he suspected things were about to come to a head.
They parked in the garage and entered the kitchen. Curtly, Jenny spoke, “Strip. Then answer the door.”
Maria was already in the kitchen, dressed in a sexy maid outfit, preparing a big meal, and grinning salaciously as her boss undressed.
Wearing only his chastity device, Richard answered the door as Katrina and David entered. Katrina kissed him on the cheek, David shook his hand.
He had only shut the door when the doorbell rang. It was Eduardo, Maria’s husband. “Good evening, Mister DICK.” Polite, but obviously knew Richard had been fucking his wife, and resented the activity.
Next to arrive was Doreen from the sales department. He was not certain why she would have been invited. She was single, a little plump, and because of those two things he had never pursued her. Although she was one who had made advances towards him.
Soon after he opened the door to find Margaret. Was this his test night?
Jenny approached him, “That should be all of the guests. Go and help Maria. Do anything she says.”
Richard hesitated, “I noticed Margaret is here. Is this my test night?”
“What if it is?” Impatiently.
“I just…please make sure she doesn’t get hammered again. I’ll never make her cum if she is blotto.”
Jennifer chuckled. “I’ll try. But you know how she is. You better work HARD.”
Richard spent the next hour helping Maria serve dinner, and drinks. His caged penis was whacked several times playfully.
Everyone was dressed except him, which was embarrassing and arousing at the same time. There were enough flashes of cleavage and leg, and little touches that had he not been restrained, he would have been hard all night.
After dinner Jennifer encouraged everyone to adjourn to the patio for some drinks and relaxation.
Except for Richard. She took his hand and led him silently to the exercise room. She smiled sweetly and pointed to the massage table. He took the direction and climbed aboard.
Jennifer secured him as before, strapped down tightly so he could not move, his arms locked to his sides so he did not have use of his hands. She tilted the table upwards, as if he were standing, and where he could see the television.
She then slowly removed the chastity device, leaving the retaining ring behind his balls in place. This acted as a cock ring, making the erection he quickly grew even harder.
She walked to the TV and turned it on. It had a split screen tonight. He was viewing the master bedroom and two of the guest bedrooms.
She walked back to him. “I would like to forego the gag tonight. Can you behave?”
“Yes, ma’am. What is going to happen?”
In response she pressed downward on his tumescent penis, then released it and watched it bob back up. She kissed him on the lips, turned and walked out wordlessly.
He was left alone for what seemed to be another hour. He could hear laughter and talking out on the patio.
Finally he saw on the TV as David and Katrina entered one of the guest rooms and began to undress each other. Seeing them both naked caused his shaft to throb. He missed the feel of his cock inside of her. They moved to the bed where Katrina lay on her back, while David knelt down between her silky thighs and began to eat her out. Katrina was not trying to restrain herself now, and before long she wrapped her long legs around her husband’s head and cried out in orgasm.
When she had recovered somewhat, she whispered, “Try the thing…like Dick did…”
David lifted her legs, and placed his mouth as tightly as he could to her entrance. Richard intuited that he was pushing his tongue as deep. as he could within her, to lick her G-spot. After he had been there a few moments, Katrina appeared to be frustrated. She placed both hands at the back of his head and pressed her sex hard against his face, as if trying to get closer.
It was no use. She finally released him. David leaned up, “Sorry, babe. My tongue just isn’t as long as his. I could not even feel it.”
She beckoned him, “Oh well. I guess that means he is good for something after all, huh? Come here, stud. I know something you CAN hit it with.”
Richard watched enviously as David’s long, hard shaft entered her, and the two began making love. Soon Katrina was crying out again.
Richard’s attention was now split as he saw Maria and Eduardo enter the other guest room. They quickly undressed. Eduardo did not appear to be nearly as well-endowed as David, or Richard.
There was no foreplay involved. Maria pushed her husband backwards onto the bed and climbed aboard, mounting his erection quickly. Her beautiful butt was to the camera, and it bounced enticingly as she bounced on her lover’s cock.
What Eduardo lacked in size he made up for in stamina. Maria fucked him relentlessly for over an hour, crying out through multiple orgasms, and he still had not cum.
Back on the other camera he heard David groan loudly and saw him push as deeply as he could into his wife. She came with him, both of them trembling.
Richard felt he was on overload. His erection flexed helplessly in front if him.
After a few minutes, David and Katrina got up and left the room. Shortly thereafter David and Jennifer entered the master bedroom. David undressed Richard’s wife, then lay on his back on the bed. Richard watched as his wife climbed atop the huge man in a sixty-nine position.
As David began to kiss and tongue her nether lips, she began to fellate his large, flaccid cock, trying to lovingly bring it back to life.
Richard was taking all of this in, thinking he was wound as tight as he could be, when Katrina walked into the exercise room with him. She still had a sheen of perspiration from her exertions, her nipples were still erect.
She regarded his bulging phallus momentarily, which throbbed for it’s long time lover. Then she reset the table, laying him prone. The table was adjustable up and down also, so she lowered it to the height she wanted, so that she straddled his face while standing flat footed.
As she lowered herself onto him, he saw what a sloppy mess her pussy was, filled with milky white fluid, her nether lips covered with foam.
“Your job tonight is pussy cleaner. Do me good, Dickie.”
“Am I supposed to make you mpffglurg”
She ignored his question, grinding herself against him. When he had sucked up everything outside of her, she placed her opening directly over his mouth and pressed on her tummy, flexing her abdominal muscles and pushing copious amounts of cum into his mouth.
Richard found himself swallowing as quickly as he could to keep up. He did not know if he could take male cum by itself, but mingled with her fluids, it wasn’t bad.
Having seen her attempt to get David to lick her G-spot, once he felt most of the cum was consumed, he pressed his tongue as deeply inside of her as he could. She responded by moaning pleasantly and pressing herself down as tight as she could against him.
He made a show of licking around inside of her as if making sure she was completely clean, then settled in to massage her G-spot. She placed one hand on the top of his head, and leaning back, inadvertently placed her other hand on his erection.
She felt his buttocks flex and felt vibrations as he cried out into her vagina. She quickly removed her hand lest she be responsible for him achieving a forbidden orgasm. He moaned in frustration.
He was intent on making her orgasm. His nose pressed firmly against her clit; he licked her G-spot lovingly.
Before long she was gyrating and crying out through multiple orgasms, ejaculating once again as she shook and quivered.
It took her a long time to recover. When she did, she took some wipes from a shelf nearby and cleaned his face and chest. Then she repositioned the table upright so he could see the TV.
“Have to be considerate and clean the seat for the next user.”
She actually leaned in and kissed him passionately, then lowered her mouth his cock and gave it one long lick with her flattened tongue.
“Oh, gawwd please, yes…” His memories of her talented fellatio surged through his mind.
She kissed him again, and she was gone.
It took Richard a moment to regain his wits. He observed that Maria and her husband were no longer in the guest room. His own wife, however, was in their marital bed on all fours facing the camera. Her breasts were rocking forward and back as David was behind her, driving his shaft into her vigorously. Her mouth was open in an “O” her eyes closed in ecstatic abandon.
Richard was enjoying the show despite his envy when he felt the table being pulled back down. Once he was prone again, he saw Maria standing beside him.
She threw a leg over his head, and he saw the jizz matted in her furry muff before it smothered him. She used both hands to grasp his hair and directed his movements. Fortunately, Eduardo did not produce nearly as much as David had.
He was just getting into the cunnilingus, intent on her orgasm, when she withdrew, apparently not interested in his oral attentions beyond cleaning.
“Aww. Do not look so disappointed Mr. Dick. I will give you a meal another time, but right now I really gotta pee.” She too used alcohol wipes to clean the “seat” she had just used and returned him to an upright position.
Jennifer was now riding David in a reverse cowgirl, facing the camera so Richard could see her bouncing breasts and the large dark shaft sliding in and out of her pale flesh. The contrast was fascinating.
In the guest room he saw Eduardo was now fucking Margaret missionary style.
Richard again thought he was on sensory overload. He felt as if he might cum without anyone even touching his straining manhood. Pre-cum dripped from its head.
Then Doreen entered the room. Plump little Doreen who was dressed in a loose-fitting sweater and khaki pants. Hardly alluring. She was not classically beautiful like his wife and Katrina, though she was not an unattractive 25-year-old.
“I bet you are wondering why I am here tonight, huh, Mr. Locke?”
He nodded hesitantly.
She walked across the room, picked up a portable weightlifting bench and placed it directly in front of him. She raised the back rest so that when she sat, she would be facing him, reclined back comfortably.
She began to slowly remove her clothing as she spoke.
“I have wanted you ever since I started with the company, Mr. Locke. I practically threw myself at you. But you ignored me. Why is that, Mr. Locke?”
She removed her shoes and her khakis. She wore satiny green panties.
“I, uh, guess I just didn’t think you were my type…and kinda young…I guess.”
She placed a fingertip to her lower lip, “I was 21, Mr. Locke. That is not so young. I’ve seen you fuck younger adult women.”
He shrugged, to the extent he could.
“In fact, you fuck a lot of people. That’s part of why I thought you would be a seasoned lover. Is it because I am not married? Because I am not skinny, Mr. Locke?”
“Maybe…I’m sorry…”
She turned away from him and lifted the sweater over her head, dropping it to the floor. Then she reached back and unfastened the matching green bra she wore, and it followed the sweater.
Still looking away from him, she lowered the panties, “Would you fuck me if I asked you to, Mr. Locke?”
He wanted desperately to say yes, attracted or not. But he suspected a test or a trap.
“I would…but you know Jenny said I cannot until she has more notches. I’m afraid I can’t.”
Her butt, while large, was well-shaped. She looked over her shoulder. “But when your penance is over, if I asked, would you?”
“Yes, ma’am, if Jenny allows it.”
She turned around slowly. And slowly her DD sized, perfectly shaped, plush breasts came into his view. They were magnificent, with small very pink areola and erect little nipples.
His cock bounced perceptibly and ejected a stream of pre-cum.
“YAY!”
He did not know whether her excitement was from his answer or his cock’s answer.
She sat on the bench and spread her legs. The light blonde pubic hair proved that the carpet matched the drapes.
She began to play with her breasts, tweaking her own nipples and moaning in pleasure. Then she began to alternate, masturbating her pink center flesh and playing with her breasts.
NOW he was on overload. He could smell her arousal, see her loving herself, hear her sighs. And on the TV he could see his wife with her lover, Margaret with her’s, moaning and occasionally crying out in orgasmic release he could not have.
Doreen, while not looking at the TV, was also listening. Listening while she stared at Richard’s throbbing cock, running her fingers over her clit.
They all seemed to set each other off.
First Margaret began squeaking out little “Oh, oh, ohs” as a series of orgasms overtook her.
Then Jennifer virtually screamed, “Oh, fuck, yes!” Her orgasmic cries set off her lover and David groaned as he began filling her. Jenny cried, “Don’t fucking stop!” So David began thrusting again, even as he came.
Eduardo responded to Margaret’s squeaks and slammed hard into her as his orgasm overtook him.
Hearing all of this, and hitting just the right spot, Doreen began shuddering and moaning as waves of release coursed through her.
Poor Richard. Five people in ecstatic oblivion, all of which he had to see and hear. And directly in front of him the young woman’s milky white breasts heaved, her flesh quivered, and he could see her swollen clit pulsing, her scent wafted to his nostrils.
It was more than any man could take. With no one touching him, several strong streams of ejaculate shot from his throbbing manhood and landed with a splat across Doreen’s pussy, abdomen and her breasts.
She screamed frantically as more orgasms surged through her because of the eroticism…the thought that she had made Mr. Locke respond so.
Richard had just experienced his first ruined orgasm.
He lost some pressure but obtained no pleasure. His erection did not flag one iota. Nor his desire.
When Doreen recovered, she was laughing in satisfaction, in happy relief.
Richard looked on, confused. Was she laughing at him? At his lack of control?
Soon Jennifer and Margaret walked into the room.
Jenny joined Doreen in happy laughter, confusing Richard all the more.
Jenny tilted the table back to the prone position, and encouraged Margaret to straddle his face. She whispered to him, “Margaret decides if you are ready for the raffle, sweetheart. Better make her happy.”
Richard had to focus hard. He had to remind himself that the mildly inebriated Margaret must be his focus as he felt something very cold, probably a bag of frozen peas, being dropped on his turgid manhood.
It became a sort of tug-of-war. His arousal from his cunnilingus efforts, countered by the freezing of his manhood.
Finally his penis shrank enough for his wife to force it back into its prison. When he heard the “snick” of the lock closing, it was almost as if he was set free. Now he could focus solely on Margaret’s sex…his own sex, though screaming for relief, was no longer important because it could not be satisfied.
His attention was solely on Margaret’s clit, although in the back of his mind he wondered about Doreen’s happy laughter.
He darted his tongue back and forth across her button, side to side, up and down. Soon Margaret was thrusting herself upon him as she came. When she was experiencing the height of her orgasm, he locked his mouth to her entrance and thrust his tongue deeply into her…lashing at her G-spot. Soon she was screaming and thrashing about, out of control, experiencing more orgasmic relief than she had ever known.
The expletives she screamed would make a sailor blush.
When she finally fell away and lay on the floor exhausted, Jennifer quickly worked to release her husband, now that he had no access to his manhood.
She leaned into him. “I told Doreen that the only pussy you could eat tonight must be able to feed you semen. So, she thought she would only get to masturbate. But you…you, you silly bastard, jizzed all over her. So now she gets to feed it to you…and you better lick her puss good.”
Jennifer released him from his restraints and guided him so he could lick his own cum from the young woman’s full tits, her tummy, and finally her plump pussy.
As he tongued her clit, she came with great satisfaction on his face.
He decided to go in for the coup de gras, trying to push his tongue deeply into her canal.
He was confused. Perplexed. What the hell??
His tongue found resistance. It could not easily penetrate past…her hymen.
Fuck! She was a virgin!
Relaxing from her first oral orgasms, she confirmed, “Yes, Mr. Locke…I want YOU to take my cherry. And I am willing to wait.”
His head was spinning. Jennifer spoke, “You should feel bad, hubby. This girl has waited years for you. And will wait til I release you. I am going to make her…and all her frustration…your punisher. Any beatings you deserve, she will deliver. Until you can release her frustrations.”
He certainly understood frustration and need. He honestly wanted to sooth that for her. He also realized that soothing her as much as possible may cause her to go easy on him. Beatings? He lowered his mouth back to her sex and loved her as much as he could.
As he lashed at her clit, she experienced another series of orgasms, wrapping her legs around his head and drawing him in tight, rolling from side to side and crying out in her pleasure.
When she had recovered, she sat up and pulled him to her, smothering him with her big, soft breasts. “That was wonderful, Mr. Locke, thank you. I’m gonna expect lots of that until you can pop my cherry for me!”
As Doreen dressed, Jennifer took a seat on the bench, scooting her butt forward. “One last mess for you to clean up, lover. Everyone is going home.”
He felt he was “home” with his face buried in Jenny’s tender folds. As he loved on her, it occurred to him how lovingly devious she was. Through all of the sexual activity that had occurred that night, she had been careful to only have sex with David. David who had been the first, and so far the only notch on her belt. So with all that had happened, he was no closer to relief.
Later, they were in bed when the text notification went off on Jenny’s phone. “Oh, it’s from Margaret. It just has five gold stars, so I guess you passed inspection.”
She sent a text to Katrina letting her know the verdict and asking her to draw a winner from the box first thing Monday morning.
“I bet you are going to be a very busy boy next week. You’ll have the winner, me and Katrina to keep happy.”
“Katrina?”
She traced a finger along his cage, “Well, sure. After all the time she spent with your dick in her mouth, you will give her head anytime she wants.”
He hesitated to bring up what was on his mind. Who the hell asks their wife when she is going to start fucking more men? But if she did not start “spreading the love” around to more than just David, he could end up celibate for years. He already felt he might lose his mind.
She could see the wheels turning. She toyed with his cage, flopping it from side to side. “What’s on your mind Cucky?” She obviously had intuited exactly what was bothering him. She had always been two steps ahead of him. Except for the whole man-whore notch thing.
She was laying on her side facing him; he was laying on his back. She was lightly caressing his swollen balls.
“I-uh-I, it isn’t important…”
She gently cupped his testicles and applied a small bit of pressure. He flinched. She arched the eyebrow.
“It’s just I was wondering, I mean…are you only doing David on purpose? Are you gonna…I mean…when are you fucking other guys?”
She wriggled his caged cock, inspecting how hard it was within.
“Yes, I am only fucking David on purpose. He is a considerate lover…and it messes with your head.”
She traced a fingertip up his abdomen and tweaked a nipple. “Why, are you wanting me to pull a train? Fuck a hundred guys in one night and let you guzzle their jizz out of my wrecked cunt so you can cum?”
“No! Of course not! It’s just…it’s just if you don’t fuck anybody, I’ll never cum…”
The eyebrow raised again, and she watched him silently for a moment until he calmed down.
He spoke softly, “I know. I did this. Why should you care.”
Jenny traced the fingertip back down to his seeping member, “Dick…Richard…I do care. But at the same time, you’re right, you did this.”
She swiped her finger in the liquid on his cage and fed it to him.
“Here’s the deal. I suppose at this point, and certainly by the time this is over, I will be a slut. But I am not the same kind of slut you are. I cannot just pick a penis at random each day and mount it. I just can’t.”
“So here is what is going to happen. When I FEEL like it, Katrina will pick one of the women who offered up their husbands from the list. Then we will schedule a DATE with that man. He will take me out, you know, dinner, a movie, dancing, a museum, whatever so we get to know each other and become comfortable together. We may have to go out more than once.”
She fed him another dollop of pre-cum.
“By the way, YOU are going to pay for it all.”
He nodded in submission to having to pay for other men to wine and dine his wife. To seduce her.
“Then, and only then, I will bring them back here and make love to them in OUR bed while you watch. And then you can notch my belt for me.”
“If I have needs that I want met in the meantime, I’ll use your fabulous tongue. If I want dick, Katrina has agreed that David will help me out.”
His manhood was pulsing.
“Oh my. This is turning you on. Any questions?”
“Ha-ha-how long do you think it will take to catch up to me?”
She shrugged nonchalantly. Who knows?
She pulled the sheets up over them and drifted off to sleep. He lay there, thinking about Monday, about his new life and what it was going to be like.