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have to be the back door intruder.”
Mention of the fiendish little device caused my eyes to widen and the trouser pup to salivate slightly. The device in question is comprised of a stainless steel cock ring with a sort of curved bar attachment that has a fat steel ball screwed onto the end of it.
The ring is placed at the very base of the penis and balls, the bar curves under the perineum and the ball slips into the anus. I actually enjoy wearing it as part of sex play. I love the sensation of having a rock hard erection and a crammed arse. Oral sex is mind blowing with it on. My favourite position is to kneel on all fours taking Shane’s thick heavily veined cock down my throat while Dick is under me teasing my dick and balls with his tongue and mouth. Every lick, suck and thrust brings about the most amazing arousal and finally an orgasm that leaves me trembling from head to toe.
However, wearing the intruder during a sex session would be altogether different to wearing it all evening while undertaking my duties as host. Walking around would be exquisite agony with the ring tugging on my cock and the ball probing my love tunnel. I’d need to be dressed in a loose flowing caftan to stop my erection showing.
I shook my head. “No, Dick, please. I won’t be able to concentrate on serving dinner.”
“That’s where self-control comes in, sweetheart, it’ll be good practice for you.
Think of the sex we’ll have afterwards.”
“I don’t want to, not with guests around. I’ll be totally self-conscious all evening.
I’ll die of embarrassment if anyone spots I’ve got wood in my pants and anyway I’ve only ever worn it for a short time. I don’t think I could stand it for a few hours, not without having several spontaneous orgasms. I’ll end up chucking food all over the place. And I’ll be scared in case it stops my circulation. I don’t fancy my cock and balls atrophying and dropping off during dinner. They’ll slide down my trouser leg and I’ll have to kick them into a corner in case someone mistakes them for canapés and tries to eat them.”
“You mad boy.” Dick started to laugh, his lovely eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. He has a playful aspect and enjoys my daft banter, whereas Shane doesn’t appreciate my sense of humour. He says it’s a subversive attempt to control a situation more often than not.
Leaning down, Dick kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Don’t worry, baby.” Sensing my underlying anxiety he set aside amusement to reassure me. “I’m not going to make you do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable and stressed. It would defeat the object.”
He kissed my mouth again and then my throat, gradually moving his lips down to my shoulder and then my chest, flicking his tongue over my skin with delicate arousing precision. I closed my eyes, arching my back, moaning a little as his teeth nipped at my tits making the areolas flush and the nubs stand proud. He still had my hands pinned above my head otherwise I would have entwined my fingers in his soft brown hair. I love the feel of his hair. I was hoping his kisses would find their way down to my groin where the pup waited eagerly to receive them. They didn’t.
I gave a little whimper of frustrated disappointment as he released my hands, un— straddled me and got off the bed. “Dick!” I sat up speaking his name in protest.
He put a finger to his lips, “hush up and stay put while I go fetch something.”
He left the room and I lay back on the bed putting my hands behind my head, wondering what he was up to and hoping he wasn’t searching the kitchen for goose grease or some other culinary sex aid. A chill ran over my skin as I recalled there was a large butternut squash in the veggie rack. I offered a prayer for him not to spot it. I didn’t fancy him trying to use it as a butt plug, not on me anyway, especially not greased with goose fat. I’d end up roasting it. I’d have to complain to Shane
Mention of the fiendish little device caused my eyes to widen and the trouser pup to salivate slightly. The device in question is comprised of a stainless steel cock ring with a sort of curved bar attachment that has a fat steel ball screwed onto the end of it.
The ring is placed at the very base of the penis and balls, the bar curves under the perineum and the ball slips into the anus. I actually enjoy wearing it as part of sex play. I love the sensation of having a rock hard erection and a crammed arse. Oral sex is mind blowing with it on. My favourite position is to kneel on all fours taking Shane’s thick heavily veined cock down my throat while Dick is under me teasing my dick and balls with his tongue and mouth. Every lick, suck and thrust brings about the most amazing arousal and finally an orgasm that leaves me trembling from head to toe.
However, wearing the intruder during a sex session would be altogether different to wearing it all evening while undertaking my duties as host. Walking around would be exquisite agony with the ring tugging on my cock and the ball probing my love tunnel. I’d need to be dressed in a loose flowing caftan to stop my erection showing.
I shook my head. “No, Dick, please. I won’t be able to concentrate on serving dinner.”
“That’s where self-control comes in, sweetheart, it’ll be good practice for you.
Think of the sex we’ll have afterwards.”
“I don’t want to, not with guests around. I’ll be totally self-conscious all evening.
I’ll die of embarrassment if anyone spots I’ve got wood in my pants and anyway I’ve only ever worn it for a short time. I don’t think I could stand it for a few hours, not without having several spontaneous orgasms. I’ll end up chucking food all over the place. And I’ll be scared in case it stops my circulation. I don’t fancy my cock and balls atrophying and dropping off during dinner. They’ll slide down my trouser leg and I’ll have to kick them into a corner in case someone mistakes them for canapés and tries to eat them.”
“You mad boy.” Dick started to laugh, his lovely eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. He has a playful aspect and enjoys my daft banter, whereas Shane doesn’t appreciate my sense of humour. He says it’s a subversive attempt to control a situation more often than not.
Leaning down, Dick kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Don’t worry, baby.” Sensing my underlying anxiety he set aside amusement to reassure me. “I’m not going to make you do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable and stressed. It would defeat the object.”
He kissed my mouth again and then my throat, gradually moving his lips down to my shoulder and then my chest, flicking his tongue over my skin with delicate arousing precision. I closed my eyes, arching my back, moaning a little as his teeth nipped at my tits making the areolas flush and the nubs stand proud. He still had my hands pinned above my head otherwise I would have entwined my fingers in his soft brown hair. I love the feel of his hair. I was hoping his kisses would find their way down to my groin where the pup waited eagerly to receive them. They didn’t.
I gave a little whimper of frustrated disappointment as he released my hands, un— straddled me and got off the bed. “Dick!” I sat up speaking his name in protest.
He put a finger to his lips, “hush up and stay put while I go fetch something.”
He left the room and I lay back on the bed putting my hands behind my head, wondering what he was up to and hoping he wasn’t searching the kitchen for goose grease or some other culinary sex aid. A chill ran over my skin as I recalled there was a large butternut squash in the veggie rack. I offered a prayer for him not to spot it. I didn’t fancy him trying to use it as a butt plug, not on me anyway, especially not greased with goose fat. I’d end up roasting it. I’d have to complain to Shane
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