Fuckstool, Part 3

Fuckstool, Part 3

I wrote the beginning of this story in October of 2014.

A Beginning To A Story

In January of 2019, I wrote and posted part 2.

Fuckstool, Part 2

Today, I’ll finish it up for you. smiles

It’s a peek into my brain, as it goes, sometimes (though not all the time—I’m delightfully all over the board in what I love and where I like to play).

“The Mustang,” you reply, referring to one of our favorite toys. Maybe H will be thwarted this evening in whatever he’s cooked up with me.

Laughing, I reply, “Excellent choice. I’m not sure you’re ready for this big bad boy, yet.” I put H2 down on the bed, and get up.

Sure enough, I fit the Mustang into the fuckstool.

Your cock is painfully hard and leaking like a garden hose with anticipation.

How will it go this time? Last time, H ran the game, and you know my style is different.

“Tonight, you’re going to perform for me, Pet. I want you to sit your slutty ass down on the fuckstool, and edge for me.”

“But this is no ordinary edging. I want you to grease that shaved slutcock—my shaved slutcock—and pump hard and fast until you are about the spray that nasty boy seed. Then stop.”

“Do not cum under any circumstances.”

“Then count out loud to five. Then edge again, hard and fast. Then count to five. Then edge again. And over and over.”

Your mind is reeling. Edging like that with your ass stuffed full?

“For how long?” you ask.

I seem to ponder that. Then I respond with a twinkle in my eye, “Until H has satisfied me.” I brandish H’s cock replica and grin widely.

“Damnit, H,” you think, and you feel yourself growing even more excited with the humiliation. You know that no matter what you chose, H and I would have the upper hand. You’re well and truly trapped.

And fuck, if you don’t absolutely love it.

I watch as you lube up the fuckstool, mentally preparing yourself, and then slide down. I see your body shudder as you take the cock inside you, feel it filling your slutty asshole.

I watch you move around because you can’t help yourself, trying to look like you’re just adjusting your seat.

I know better.

With that, I spread my legs wide on the bed, so you are looking straight into my eyes, past my wet cunt, and I begin to slide H’s cock deep inside.

You can hear the wetness as it slips in, inch by inch. It’s finally balls deep.

I smile widely.

“Begin, Pet.”

You know that only your greatest enthusiasm will do, so you start right away, using your well-honed control skills. The first edge takes about 30 seconds or so. As you watch me, watching you, sliding that massive meat stick in and out, you get to the point of aching with a small spurt of precum, and then you stop. You count to five and you start again.

The second edge takes a few seconds less. Perhaps it’s the excitement built up through the evening. It could be the thrill in my eyes as my gaze rakes you, locking eyes, wandering to your hand wildly pumping your cock and back. Maybe it’s the sounds of wetness from your hand and my sweet pussy.

It’s probably a combination of those things and the primal scent of my sensual musk filling the air.

Your descent is fast. 25 seconds, pause, 20 seconds, pause, 15 seconds pause, and so on.

Within just a few minutes, it is excruciating torture.

You can manage only two full slick, hard strokes, then you have to stop and count, while watching my own rhythm pick up speed.

My hips lifting to meet that huge cock as I slide it in and out of myself. Biting my lip. Fondling a breast with my free hand.

The need to release courses through your veins, cum bubbling and roiling through your obscenely full balls, shaved and glazed with precum and lube in the soft light.

Your cock is straining beyond belief, each vein visibly taut, exaggerated. Maniacally hard. Harder than you’ve ever felt. Too big for the casing of your skin.

And still you stroke.

Because I told you to.

Your body begins to double over in need, physically contorting in an effort to stem the seed, to damn it, to plug it.

You count the numbers under your breath, keeping time. They’re barely animal grunts, your finer humanity falling away from you, an unnecessary husk.

I smile wider as I fuck myself with H’s amazing cock. I’ve reduced you down to need and desire. You can hardly look at me, your eyes closing in an effort to hold back the inevitable. Watching me doubles your difficulty, seeing me adds to your pain.

“Look at me, slut,” I command. “Watch me. See my pleasure. Feel it added to your own.”

You’ve just stopped at the edge. You open your eyes to look at me, legs spread wide, holding onto the end of the thick dildo as it’s buried halfway in me.

I bend it to one side. The sight of it is a brutal blow. Seeing my sweet cunt flushed and distended, wetness everywhere, coating my thighs, my hands.

“Look, Pet. Look at what he does to me.”

I’m watching you. Your eyes squeeze shut in agony, then open wide to follow my command. Tears slide down your cheeks, one at a time, then in a stream. Even so, you finish counting to five and begin again, a hard, fast, brutal pump of your taut, slick cock meat.

Your body jolts.

You feel a wave crashing over you and you hear yourself begging deep in your mind, eyes wide open, “No. No, no, no, no, no! Please…”

You look down for a moment, and realize you didn’t cum. Oh, but you suddenly notice your ass, which you’ve been gently rocking is quivering on the dildo filling you, grasping it greedily.

A gasp parts your lips, and your hips buck.

“Yes, Pet!”

Your eyes fly back to me.

“Again.”

Staring at me through tear-filled eyes, barely able to pump your cock, your entire being reduced to craving and pleasure and a need to please, my heart fills near to bursting and my beast roars.

I want this. All of you, given in to me.

Mine.

I capture your eyes with mine, and I slide the dildo out until the tip is just barely inside me, then I slam it deep, growling, never looking away.

My wetness and your hardness are a primal counterpoint to our breathing. My sodden cunt taking the replica monster and the noise of your glistening cock meat being teased so well.

A perverse and beautiful music.

And you see me shudder and shake and begin again, as I say, “More Pet. Give me more.”

Still counting in breaths and eyes wide open. You’re rocking your hips and thrusting your cock into your hand more than stroking it now. Instinct. Pleasure. Your only thread of thought is pleasing me, holding back, while your body crashes and roils with pleasure like you’ve never felt.

Blind, helpless. An automaton.

“Cum with me, Pet. Cum with me now.”

You have no idea what I’m saying. But the tone, the command reaches deep inside you and you could not do otherwise. Your body reacts, outside of your control.

You mouth the words you desperately need me to know, to understand, “I adore you.”

I smile even wider as I cum hard on H’s cock with you, so full of love and pride watching you pump over and over and over.

Your body is slack, finally. Loosed of all desire and tension.

“Here, Pet.”

You crawl to me, over the bed, pull me close, and we fall asleep, entwined and in love.

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