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Pussy Rental

Sean, with his hands tied behind his back around a wooden pillar, could only watch in pain as his girlfriend, Dawn, writhed in fear. For the past 24 hours, they have been confined to a guest bedroom, in a bungalow owned by a ‘good samaritian’ who offered them a room in exchange for a free-show (as they hooked up).

Being just seventeen year-olds, the couple couldn’t be any happier to strike that deal, solving their dilemma with a small trade-off. Little did they expect, to see men storming into their room after Sean got his ‘relieve’, restraining them at a torturous distance apart. A tall, paint bucket with a toilet cover on top of it, was shoved under Sean’s butt for ‘waste disposal’, while Dawn, was kept on the bed for reasons they dare not imagine.

Her arms, were tied at the wrists to the top two corners of the bed. Her knees and ankles, were held by similar restraints that ran under the wooden bed frame. They had made sure to keep her ass elevated in the air, for some ‘tender’ loving.

(Man speaking through the door) ‘You’re next? Money? Come in.’

Another male, this time in his late forties, entered the room as he put a few pieces of ten-dollar notes into the stack the owner held in his palm. He promptly stripped his pants off and climbed onto the bed, ignoring the pleas of Dawn as he forced his cock into her.

The last time she screamed, the owner and another man stuffed her panties into her mouth, and pinched her nose to suffocate her while twisting Sean’s arms behind the pillar. Thereafter, no more noises came from them, except for the cries which Dawn could not hold back whenever a cock was inside her.

Sobbing at the rhythm her pussy was getting ravaged, the man showed no signs of slowing down, even picking up speed as moans were heard escaping from her mouth. It was no longer a surprise to both Sean and the owner, that she could climax to a dick she had no emotional bonds to. A high-pitched wail came and went, in place to a desperate, agonising grunt from the man as his body shivered to an intense downfall.

The sudden pause in all movements on the bed materialised yet another horror of Sean. The unexpectedly long, flaccid cock that pulled away from Dawn’s swollen, plump vagina did little to shock the then-numbed Sean, let alone the waves of cum oozing out of her after that.

‘You? How old are you? Show me your IC? Okay. Money?’

A guy in his twenties showed up all nervous, took his shorts off and knelt behind Dawn. His unusually thick dong was then slowly slid into her cum-filled pussy, before exacting the same wrath as the men before. In less than five strokes, Dawn’s screams of pain turned hoarse, and then quiet. Before Sean’s eyes, she was fucked in and out of consciousness repeatedly, body going through waves after waves of violent convulsions.

The way he managed to go even faster frightened Sean greatly, since he watched Dawn’s eyes turned blank. A series of loud grunts came as cum sprayed over her back, on top of the dried up stains already there.

‘Have a good rest guys. Just five more in the morning, then you’re free to go.’

The owner picked up a camcorder below his chair and left them alone, to properly cry and calm each other down for the rest of the night.

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Yellow Red

(Sharon) ‘Have you been a good boy today?’

‘Yeah.. ‘

‘That’s good. Have you taken your meds?’

‘Yeah. After you texted me.’

‘Let me check.’

Jeff tightened his hips as she reached behind to feel his manhood, while he removed her clothes, down to her skin. Upon getting a grasp of his obedience and a result of it, she could only smile as she entertained the constant flow of messages into her phone. After a stressful day at work, Sharon would not accept any excuses for him not to be ready, and he didn’t disappoint.

He followed her closely as she stepped into the bathroom, still replying on her waterproof phone while he lathered her up. Just like how she liked it, he paid special attention to her breasts and pussy, giving them a good massage as he worked his way around her body.

Dried and smelling fresh, he went ahead of her to the dining table and helped her get seated, thereafter sneaking under to go between her stubby groin for his task. As a well-behaved toyboy, he devoted his tongue to pleasing her clit as she ate, soothing her mind as she filled her stomach with home-cooked food. At no point did he used his fingers, for that would be too distracting for her to get a proper meal.

After putting all the dishes away, she went into the home office with Jeff, for him to sit on the revolving chair before she took her seat – over his cock. As found in every room, a bottle of lubricant provided smooth entries no matter her mood, so she could work in pleasure.

Half-figdeting on his cock, half-typing on the keyboard, she spent exactly thirty minutes to clean out her inbox before retreating to her bed. In there, it was his turn to take his place between her legs, to continue feasting on her then-wet pussy. Flicking on her clit quickly, his fear of distracting her was gone. It was the many months of learning that he knew how to read her body language, and that called for more cunnilingus on that very night.

Profusely leaking juices into his mouth, Sharon raised her knees to let him get her sweet spot better, not that he wasn’t hitting it. She could feel her muscles relax as he swept her clit left and right, stirring an urge she would love to be relieved of.

‘Can you go behind me tonight? I want to catch another episode of my Korean show.’

‘Sure.’

He made way for her to roll over, lift her ass off the sheets, and tucked her feet together. Granted with the beautiful, moist slit between her thighs, Jeff wasted no time to slip his meat inside, pausing for a moment to allow her to make adjustments.

(Sharon said) ‘Okay. I am ready.’

With a clear line of sight to the video she was watching, he knew it was forty minutes long, and that was the duration he had to keep it going for. Thrusting his hips slowly at first, he increased his pace according to how wet she got. As he felt juices getting around his testicles, he went a little faster, at an angle slightly pointed upwards to hit her often-neglected spot.

A few twitches of her thighs signalled him to tone it down, at the normal direction but faster. The observant young man moved as such, picking up speed as the advertisement came on. Seeing how she wasn’t clicking on the ‘Skip ad’ button, he understood her distraction. Without hesitation, he went as fast as he could, slamming his cock into her pussy so hard until he felt her vagina squeeze down on him, to mark her orgasm at the last ten seconds of the ad.

Upon the video resuming playback on her screen, he reset his tempo again to slow, rhythmic strokes. Jutting his hips gently without jerking her whole body, his thick cock was sliding easily in and out of her hole, lining it with some gooey, white fluids.

The next twenty minutes went indifferent with him teasing her with occasional speed bumps, and the rarer, one-every-fifteen seconds entry.

At last, her show ended and she cued him to take it all the way, to which he caught a grip of her waist, and hammered her senseless. Moaning and screaming into her pillow, Sharon basked in the explosion of senses as her pussy shut itself around his bumpy shaft, gapping so crazily at his relentless, forceful stabs at her still-climaxing pussy.

After ten minutes of mind-blowing, toes-curling sex, the cue of his end came in the form of a graceful slow-down, before she was unplugged from her sex machine. Like always, he went to her head and let her get settled down, before receiving her attention on his cock.

Sharon skilfully jerked him off till he abruptly cup his palm over the tip, to gather all the cum that sprayed into safely in abundance. Thanks to his strict, healthy diet, complete vitamins, he was able to provide high-quality cum for him to massage into her face with.

The soothing hand movements gently put her to sleep at around 12am, the hour he should try not to exceed. To mark the end of the day, he carefully placed the tip of his cock for her to suck out of, for the tiny bit she would ingest for ‘inner beauty’.

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New Edge

Upon reaching the hotel room I was assigned to, I gave my boss a call to notify her of my arrival. In less than a few seconds’ time, the door opened to a lady in the late 20s, though not looking much older than me. Draped in a bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine, I was just glad that she looked more acceptable than what I had imagined to be using my boss’ ‘service’.

‘Come in. Make yourself comfortable.’

I stepped into a messy room with clothes strewn all over and found a spot to sit on, still awaiting her instructions for me to move. After handing me her glass of wine to drink, I tried to relax as she peeled my blazer off, followed by my leather shoes that were part of my ‘uniform’.

By the time I emptied her glass, I was down to just my shirt and pants, without my belt and socks to ease whatever transition. That ‘companionship’ service, was after all just a glorified gigolo arrangement. I just needed to do as I was told, right?

‘Lie flat on the bed for me. You did get the memo on what to expect right?’

‘Yes I did.’

I obeyed her request and watched in uncertainty as she brought some straps out, one to bind my wrists together, and the other to keep my knees as wide as it stretched (a spreader bar). This particular client, had tried almost every men under every company that offered such service, and was ‘close’ to my boss in that sense.

‘Ahh.’

A pill I recognised as ‘Viagra’ went into my mouth and a gulp of water helped it slid down my throat easily. Aware that it needed at least twenty minutes to take effect, she used the time to arrange some pillows around us to make things more comfortable, at the same time feeling me up everywhere but my dong.

Fifteen minutes later, my erection stayed at an optimal hardness, no matter if she was caressing me. With her dark red lipstick reapplied, she sat between my legs and bent her chest forward, till my cock was right at her cheeks.

At last, I received some form of attention from her hand, stroking up and down while her eyes were fixated on me. At that point, I had no choice but to ask;

‘Would you like me to keep my eyes on you?’

‘No. You are free to express yourself.’

I shut my eyes immediately and let my hips rise and fall, to keep moving my shaft against her smooth complexion. It was so agonising to be wanting so much but given so little, even if we barely got started. I could tell that she was intentionally denying more when my actions told her of my desires, though she wasn’t buying any of it.

‘Do you want me to suck you?’

‘Nghh.. I’m not allowed to make any request.’

My tone, was mixed with desperation and calmness, that I tried my best to maintain. I couldn’t lose sight of my mission no matter how tempting it was. My boss, reiterated it to me enough times about that.

‘Don’t you want to be relieved of this?’

‘I don’t have to be. Ahhh.. you are the star of the night.’

‘Good.’

I couldn’t describe how sensational it felt when she put those lips around my tip, taking those pleasurable aches away so slowly. It was better than nothing. Just as my breaths found a sweet spot to meet her teasing, she stopped sucking and merely vibrated her thumb on my pee hole.

Nothing but deep groans and girlish squirming were all that was left of me when she drove me over the edge with lots of fondling at my balls, giving my cock very little attention, or it would be a very loose grip which I thrusted very helplessly into. She had played it in a way that left me in more despair than satisfaction.

My mind was thrown in such a confusion that I couldn’t explain. On one hand, I knew what she was after (edging), yet, my body couldn’t react in that preemptive manner I had no problem with. She had hit every spot that would mess my beliefs up, to the point I had suspicion about my level of self-control.

(She) ‘Are you in pain now? Do you want to cum?’

‘Yes. But no. I don’t, need to. I will only do as told.’

‘Good.’

Another wave of peace drowned out the discomfort once she wrapped her fingers around my dick, taking away so much tension with just one motion. As she had planned, I was put in and out of distress with her repetitive cycles of torture my body could never get used to, till I had no more strength to react as violently as we started out.

When she had her fill of fun, I received one last handjob that would bring me so close to ejaculation, only for her to stop (long enough), and go down on me (long enough), and stop, and leave me stranded on the bed.

‘Will you jerk yourself off once I take these off?’

‘No. Not if you want me to.’

‘Good.’

She removed the cuffs from my hands and knees, but did not allow me to go anywhere else. It wasn’t that much of an urgency to relief my bladder either.

‘Jerk yourself but stop before you cum.’

‘Now? Here?’

‘Yes. Aim it at the towel.’

She poured some lube into my palm and let me carry out her task, pumping that slippery goodness all over my dong until I felt the urge reaching its peak. As forcefully as it was a mindfuck, I mentally pried my hand away and let it throb for her watchful eyes, until it gave up on the possibility of its happy ending.

‘Wow. You can do that. Just. wow.’

I cleaned the lubricant off myself carefully and let her snap a few pictures, before getting dressed on her command.

‘Are you just waiting to get out of here so you can jerk one off?’

‘No. I’m just glad that you enjoyed yourself.’

‘Ok. Wait.’

She excused herself into the toilet and with the phone she brought in as well, I could have guessed what might happen. Nonetheless, I waited till she appeared, and took the call that was ongoing.

(On phone with boss) ‘Jhae. I have no idea what you did but she is very, very pleased with you. I don’t mind cutting you loose so you can receive the full amount she is going to pay me to have you tonight. You just have to split the payment for your first few hours with her. She’s ready to own you no matter the cost.’

(Me, on phone) ‘So from here on it’s my call. Right?’

‘Yes.’

The call ended right there and then, and I spent a few minutes on my own to transfer the initial amount to my boss. As for the rest of the night, it was back to that crazy edging shit Kaelyn was so hooked on, for at least another 5 hours until the effects of Viagra wore off.

At 4am, she said.

‘You can cum now.’

And I didn’t. Those five hours were all I needed to formulate a reasoning concept, for the unjustifiable erection that never blew its load for the duration of Kaelyn’s booking.

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Peeing Wet Dream

Lying motionless on the bed, a leather blindfold with two circular eye patches was pulled over her eyes, blocking out any glimpses of light that might seep through her nose bridge. Her ankles, wrists were bounded by equally strong leather loops, with an additional strap joining the two other restraints at her elbows and knees together, to prevent her from straightening her body.

A perforated, rubber, gag ball had kept her from making any noise, diverting most of her attention to breathing through the tiny gaps in the ball. The one last contraption that bothered her least was two nylon belts, one under her breasts and the other at her waist, both connected to a thick, stiff rope that ran down her spine.

Not a single noise was made since he entered the room, until his fingers knocked against the table where a surprise awaited. Gripping the handle tightly, a hard swing through the air ripped the silence with a swooshing sound, awakening her dormant senses in suspicion.

Her *mmms* went unheard as the swishing moved towards her rear, until a single stroke landed on her ass, shocking her whole body into urination. Right on the bed, light yellow pee soaked into the sheets, while her thighs twitched uncontrollably to the sudden pain.

The weight on the mattress scared her no more than the abrupt tug of that rope, against her back, tilting her upright onto her elbows and knees. A sharp, metallic *snap* kept her contact on the bed to a minimum, resembling a swing that took some of her weight away.

As soon as her ass cheeks were pried apart for a finger to harshly rub cold liquid between her pussy, a little more pee came out and dribbled down her thighs, shivering slightly harder to the uncertainty of events.

Right after her sensitive clit was clumsily lubricated, a hot, fleshy tip then poked into her vagina, though not going more than an inch in. A deep groan signified the arousal of the man behind her, but not for long. Feeling every inch spreading those moist walls apart, fear then clamped her vulnerable hole down onto that intruding manhood, accidentally pleasing him further.

She gradually turn lightheaded as his cock pierced right to the end of her vagina, unconsciously pushing on her G-spot with the softest tip she ever felt. Entangled in hopelessness and the unstoppable, gradually increasing sense of eroticism, her moans came through the gag ball as sensual hahhs.

Soon, the swing was put into use when he pushed her off, and let momentum slam her down onto his dick. For a while, it was ‘fun’ to penetrate her deeply, though there was not much speed to it. Not before long, he got more agitated and was ramming his shaft forcefully down her pussy, bumping her on the pendulum of lust.

He had lost his mystery since he felt the mesmerising, addictive engulfment of his dick in her sweet hole, groaning and exasperating to the contractions happening inside her. Even though it was one out of every five thrusts he managed to poke her G-spot in, she was unable to deny, nor stop her body’s desire to climax – and so she did.

Sending him over the edge with the most heavenly grip of her pussy, he shoved his meat deep into the ribbed walls of her vagina, getting all the stimulation from what he had forced into her.

The carabiner on her back suddenly gave way and he got all flustered. A hand then pinched her cheeks together before he unclipped the buckle buried in her hair, allowing her to catch up on the air she was deprived of for such a long time. Fast and furious squishing, fapping sounds hovered over her face, until she sensed the tip touching her teeth.

A loud groan was all the warning he gave before spurting his load into her mouth, lining her tongue in a sticky coat of cum. Besides not having any food for the past six hours, she was only allowed a teeny bit of water through her gag ball.

Needless to say, his cum went straight down her throat and the mouthpiece was replaced as soon as he was done. Still enveloped in darkness, she returned to the only comfort in the bed – the pillow.

When she woke up after what seemed like a long time, the familiar scent of her own blanket greeted her, along with a wet patch right below her bum. Sunlight was blaring through window where a wind chime tinkled peaceful for her ears.

A nightmare? She couldn’t believe how realistic her dream was until the smell of bacon and eggs dragged her out of the bedroom, only to notice the unnatural markings on her ankles.

They were where those ‘anklets’ went over..