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“I give a great handjob, all my boy friends have said this” whispered Lalani “The difference with Cary is I don’t let him cum.” Lalani walked into the bedroom where Cary was lying on the bed as ordered.
“Poor Baby,” crooned his lovely wife “Is your poor wee-wee still in pain from all those bad crops?”
Earlier that morning, Lalani’s hairdresser, Mike, and his friends from the Leather House had beaten Cary’s poor cock, making him dance at Lalani’s pool party.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Cary miserably. Alyssa, Lalani’s college friend, was sympathetic.
“Jesus, Lalani, his dick has whip marks all over it and what’s that weird red blotch?” Lalani chuckled.
“Oh, this morning I was finishing a Lucky Strike, and all the ash trays were full, so I put it out on his dick.” Lalani paused, chuckling “Cary, baby, you’ll remember to clean the ashtrays next time, won’t you? she asked in honeyed tones.
“Yes ma’am.” Cary responded, through his tears.
“Let me put some lotion on this poor cock of yours.” Taking a bottle of baby oil off the nightstand, Lalani poured some into her right hand, maltepe escort and began rubbing it over Cary’s damaged member.
Cary watched Lalani’s red nails working over the head of his penis and rubbing the underside of his shaft. He began to moan, shifting his pelvis into her grasp; but his clever wife in turn began stroking with only one or two fingers.
“Poor thing” she said in honeyed tones. “Look at him, Alyssa, watch him trying to get friction in my hand.”
“Maybe you should get him off “suggested Alyssa. “Make up for the drubbing of his poor dick” Cary looked hopefully at his wife-mistress, who was now tickling his scrotum. Lalani began laughing, which caused her pointed breasts to jiggle in the small black bikini in a way that hypnotized her poor husband.
“Cary, tell Miss Alyssa how long it’s been since Mommy let you have an orgasm.”
“Forty-two days, Mistress Alyssa” responded Cary in a kind of breathless voice. He was holding his thighs very still, and precum was pouring out of the head of his now purple-ish member, as a nail flicked a big pendik escort vein.
“Forty-two days?” asked Alyssa disbelievingly. “What?” What kind of a sex life do you two have?”
“Oh, I have a great sex life!” laughed Lalani, as she gripped Cary’s meat, baby oil seeping around her knuckles.
“I’m dating two different guys-one that Michael introduced me to — you gotto see him, Lys, he’s so cute, and besides them, I just gave Fernando, our pool man a blowjob lastnight.”
Lalani casually took off her bikini, and stretched before returning to the tortured penis. “I promised Fernando that I would blow him if he could make Cary cry by razor-stropping him, and boy did that hispanic hunk deliver.” Cary looked like he was going to cry.
“Yessir, Lalani get’s laid but Cary, on the other hand, wears a chastity belt when he isn’t in the house. “Lalani stroked faster and Cary moaned louder. “He’s allowed to jerk off with his own little hand once and spurt his seed every sixty days, unless I get pissed, and add a week or so.”
Lalani suddenly let go of Cary’s kurtköy escort thrashing penis as if it were a hot poker.
“Which is eighteen days from now.”
“Lalani!” protested Alyssa, “The poor guy was about to cum. Look he’s so frustrated he’s, Jesus, crying.” Alyssa pulled one of her strawberry curls.
“To think he was captain of the Rugby team at Stanford.” Cary lay back on the bed weeping harder from Lalani’s cruel tease than he had from being beaten with the faggot’s crops.
The veins in his schlong looked as if they might burst. Lalani looked at Alyssa, covering her mouth with beautifully manicured fingers. Allysa could tell that Lani was trying not to laugh.
“You mean to tell me” said Lalani, her voice rising, “That while I was trying to soothe his bastard’s miserable beaten-up dingle with a nice massage, he was AROUSED?” She snarled viciously, but it was clear that her 34DD chest was heaving with mirth. Lalani picked up her riding crop and began thwacking her poor husband’s now stiff penis as hard as she could.
“This (strike) is (giggle, strike) an insulting (strike) outrage. And he’s been staring at my breasts too! (strike)” She tossed Alyssa a ruler, and her friend joined in mauling the tumescent toy, its owner now screaming, in a fresh burst of tears
“PLEASE,STOP, I’LL NOT COME FOR ANOTHER MONTH!” He looked miserable, but his cock was never harder…
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