| Straight: BDSM: PeeWee Part 1 (1/3) |
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"Oh, Edward, I need you to cancel your dinner tonight. Marguerite and Luann want to come over for a girls night!" Joann's voice cut through Edward's thoughts like velvety steel. "I can't cancel it, beloved," he replied, trying hard to keep the whine out of his voice. "These are big clients of ours. I need to make a good impression, and we already canceled last time because of your pool party." "Oh, alright," she sighed sweetly, stepping forward. "Here, let's get you undressed. Would you like to have a little fun before your guests arrive?" His cock was instantly hard. It had been so long since she'd allowed him to fuck her. She leaned down as he laid back on the bed, scratching her fingernails over his naked chest. He arched, pressing himself to her touch, but she pulled back. "Here, have some soda, love." She pulled out a bottle from the small refrigerator beside their bed and poured a large glass. He drank a sip and set it aside. Suddenly, she rose up and squeezed his balls in a vice grip. He cried out. She immediately removed her hand and handed him the glass. "Drink the soda," she ordered, all the kindness gone from her voice. He meekly gulped the sweet liquid and she refilled the glass. He was afraid to set it down, so he finished each glassful that she gave him. After the eighth glass, his stomach felt sick and swollen. "Please," he begged, holding his stomach. "I am so full." She reached down and twisted his balls again. He screamed and she laughed at him. "Finish another while I undress," she commanded, handing him back his glass. He thought of his aching balls and forced himself to drink the ninth glass. She pushed him down on the bed. "Stick out your tongue," she told him, and sat abruptly on his face. Her soft, wet pussy pressed on his mouth somehow soothed him and he felt himself grow hard again as she slowly fucked herself on his tongue. She began to instruct him, sliding her clit on his tongue. It didn't take long for her to reach orgasm. "Can I speak to you for a moment, Marguerite?" he asked from the kitchen. She came in giggling. "What are you doing?" he questioned her furiously as she poured wine into the glasses. "Why are you flirting with him?" She laughed. "Have some wine, Edward. Stop being so uptight! I am trying to build you up to your client." "I don't want any wine, Marguerite! I want you to stop being so familiar with that man!" She stepped up to him, seductively rubbing her breasts back and forth against his chest. She backed him against the counter. He reached up, hesitantly petting one of her breasts. She slapped his face once, hard. "Drink the wine," she ordered, and he felt himself as helpless as before, a glass in his hand and his hard, neglected cock pressing hard against his pants. "You are mine, Edward. You promised me this long ago. I will do as I please." He obediently forced himself to drink the wine while she watched silently. When he finished, she left him standing in the kitchen alone. Like a pet, he followed her. They sat at the table as the cook brought dinner out on the table. Marguerite and Chenard talked and flirted as the |
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dinner and a.....
