Handjob in the dungeon
As the footsteps came closer I could smell the scent of two women. One was the familiar smell of my mistress, the second I had not had the pleasure of before. I felt the soft breathing of the two either side of me then a light touch on both my arms. I could sense, almost feel the two women lean into me, but instead of meeting me half way the two leaned further into each other. I heard their mouths softly meet, soft murmurs coming from them as I imagined their tongues fighting with each other, transferring their juices, searching for the deeper darker recesses of their mouths.
By now blood had started to flow to my soft penis, pumping it full, pushing it upwards, searching out for a mate. The anticipation of waiting alone and in the dark, now smelling the sweet allure of not one but two horny women had made my cock almost uncomfortably hard. I wanted to hold it, draw back the foreskin, unsheathe my bulbous helmet but I couldn’t move. In my mind I begged the women to grab me, wet my cock and stroke me, maybe give me a handjob, but I knew I couldn’t form these thoughts into words. My mistress and been quite clear earlier, if I uttered a word, begged for anything, then I would be punished. All I could do was push my hips forward in the hope that relief would come soon.
The stranger to my right nuzzled at my neck, her tongue slowly moving downward, over my collarbone, her mouth engulfed my nipple. The tip of her tongue flicked over it repeatedly. Fuck me, I was loving it. I pushed my chest out, encouraging her to keep suckling at me. I lifted my head up to the ceiling and let out at satisfied moan.
It was then that I heard the clack-clack of my mistress walking away from me, pausing for a moment then returning. Immediately she engulfed my other nipple, gently biting at the little erect tip. “Oh fuck, suck me Miss,” I moaned.
I heard the swish through the air first.
Moments after my mistress pulled away I heard it, and then I felt the sharp pain on the side of my bare buttock as the leather crop found its mark.
“Shhhhshhhhh sweetie,” she whispered into my ear. “Don’t utter another single, fucking word. Not unless you really want me to punish you.”
I shook my head in the negative. I didn’t want to be punished, I wanted my cock sucked.
My mistress, assuming it was she, gently flicked the crop across my cheek. Not enough to hurt but certainly enough to let me know who was in control here. The crop started to travel back down to my chest, tracing a zig-zag route until it reached my lower waist. Here it hovered for a moment or two. Again anticipation began to grow within my loins. My cock still remained strained, outstretched but yet untouched.
The crop gently ran over the top of my upwardly arched stiffy, pausing at the tip and circling my opening, flicking backwards and forwards. I tried to push my cock out by pushing forward with my hips only to be greeted by a pair of latex clad hands pushing me back onto the frame.
The crop again teased my hard cock then continued it journey underneath my shaft before finding my balls. I felt a little nervous now, my tender ball sack contracting away from her touch.
My kinky mistress spat on my cock then her hand gripped me easily wanking the now very wet shaft. I felt my pre-cum oozing out of the end. The strokes on my cock became less frenetic now, instead short pulls at the base of my dick. I couldn’t hold back a moment longer as a long stream of hot jizz flowed from the end of my throbbing cock. There was a pause in the flow as my cock twitched then another stream shot out. Again, another pause, then more hot spunk. I had never felt myself cum so strongly before.