From Easy Street to a Hard Road Ch. 10
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My afternoon at work was pure hell. My cock was no longer dripping pre-cum continuously, but my little "session" at lunch, my milking, had done nothing at all to relieve the sexual tension I was under. Quite the contrary it had only heightened it more. It continued to amaze me that every time I thought I had reached the limits of my sexual high, Donna found a way to make it worse. Or better. Or both. I can't say anymore! As I've said before, extended chastity is at the same time pure torture and sexuality at its best. At times I felt like it was killing me, but at the same time I wouldn't trade this experience for anything. My cock was trying desperately to burst through its cage. I was thankful that the CB-3000 kept it from being visible to my co-workers.
About mid-afternoon my email notification went off on my computer, and I saw that I had an email from Donna. I opened it and read.
Bryan,
I'm sure you remember your friend Mary from your Florida convention. You know the one with the southern accent that you told me about? Well she sent me an email. It seems that she thought of a way to contribute to your tease and asked if she could give you something. Considering, I was all for it, LOL! So, open her email, then the attachment, and download it to your IPOD. I expect you to listen to it all afternoon when you are able. Love you! Oh, I'm glad you are silly enough to share your weaknesses with people! You may regret it though!
With trepidation I opened the attached email from Mary. I had met her at a conference in Florida, and her southern drawl had driven me absolutely nuts. You know the accent I'm talking about. She couldn't speak a single word that wasn't laced with latent sexuality. Even "Good morning" was drawn out, erotic, and made a man hard as a rock. And of course, like all southern belles, she knew it. And wasn't afraid to use it! The email that she had sent to Donna explained that she continued to think about the convention experience and my predicament. She wrote that she had made a recording that she hoped would be useful in teasing me to distraction, and concluded by telling Donna to forward it to me if she approved. Obviously Donna had. I was nervous. What had they cooked up?
Shaking a little bit, I took my IPOD out of my desk drawer and downloaded the attached sound file to it. I used the IPOD to listen to relaxing music when I wasn't in a meeting or on the phone sometimes. Placing the headphones over my ears, I located the file on the little computer and started to play it.
Sweat broke out on my brow and I almost doubled over at the inevitable response of my manhood to Mary's sultry voice, "Hello, Bryan, I've missed you. And I've definitely missed that talented tongue of yours, honey." My heart raced. How could she have such an incredible effect just by talking? No wonder men had fought to the death over these sensuous southern belles for years. And the sound of her voice brought back memories of her beautiful body and how it responded to my ministrations.
In that incredible southern drawl she spent the next hour recalling in graphic detail our "sexcapade" together in Florida, taking every opportunity to comment about how wonderful it had been. Then another hour was spent describing to me just what she would like to do to me once my cage was removed and I could cum. Oh My God how she described how she would make me cum, making sure to dramatize her accent every chance she got.
As if that wasn't enough, when she finished telling me what she wanted to do to me, she continued, "Well, I hope this has driven ya'll crazy sweetheart. You should probably save the next few files for another time, when Donna tells you to listen to them. Let's just say that you made me very, very, randy and I've been very, very bad since then. I've been recording things every time I got to make love and I wanted to share it with you, honey. Hope things are lookin' up for you very soon darlin'!" With that the file I was listening to ended.
Damn! I was leaking again already! Women are evil! And I love it! I had to take some tissues from my desk and stuff them around my cage so that I wouldn't embarrass myself around the office. Fortunately for me it was almost time to go home. I couldn't wait to see what Donna had in store for us this weekend.
By the time I arrived home my anxiety was driving me completely nuts. I parked my car in the garage and walked into the kitchen area, filled with trepidation, not knowing what, or who I would find when I got inside. I found the kitchen empty and the dining room too. I heard the television going in the living room, and walked there, hesitantly.
I was surprised to find only Cindy there, sitting in the recliner watching a game show on TV. She was wearing a "wife-beater" style tank top that clung tightly to her slim figure and a very short pair of shorts. Her right leg was splayed lazily over the arm of the chair and she was subconsciously twirling a finger through her blonde hair, which was now pulled back into pigtails. I stood there for a couple of minutes, not really knowing what to do until she finally noticed that I was there.
"Oh, you're home. Hi, Mr. Bryan." She sat up, and looked at me expectantly. I finally caught on. Or at least I hoped I had. When I spoke it came out almost as a question, "Hello, Miss Cindy..." She made a face as if considering something, then smiled, "I like that. It's all kinda Gone with the Windish, isn't it?" I felt a little more at ease now, but not much, "Yes, ma'am." I hesitated, wanting to ask where my wife and kids were, but not knowing if I should. She recognized the unasked question, I guess, because when she spoke again she answered it, "Its just us here, Mr. Bryan. Donna...er....MISS Donna...is taking your kids over to their friend's houses for the weekend. Nice kids, by the way."
She looked back at her program for moment, leaving me standing there. After a moment she turned back to me, "Anyway, Miss Donna said I was in charge until she gets back. She said I could play with you however I wanted till then, as long as you are naked and have the living room clean for our guests by the time she gets back. That's O. K. with you isn't it, Mr. Bryan?" I was surprised by the question, but then I also sensed that it was asked in a mildly sarcastic tone. "Of course, Miss Cindy."
She continued almost matter-of-factly, "Well, then I guess you should get naked. Just go put your clothes away, and then come back." I did as I was told, trembling a little as I put my clothes into the hamper and walked back down the stairs. I knew I was being silly, especially after this afternoon, but part of me was nervous about whether Donna had actually given me over to this young girl. Would I be in trouble if Donna walked in and found me naked with her? I got back downstairs and stood waiting for instructions. Cindy was back into her relaxed position in the chair, only now her shorts were off and lying on the floor next to the chair. She wore no panties and her young, pinkish sex was clearly visible, covered by a light down of blonde pubic hair. She continued watching music videos on TV as she spoke.
"I was telling Miss Donna how exciting it was this afternoon when we came to your office. It got me really hot, Mr. Bryan. I had to go over to my boyfriend's before I came here cause I just had to get fucked. I rode him like he was a stallion, Mr. Bryan. When I got here I asked Miss Donna if I could take a bath and she had another suggestion, so before you start cleaning," she stopped, as if she had said something funny, giggling in that little cheerleader voice of hers, "Before you start cleaning the house I have another job for you. Lie down on the floor in front of the chair, with your head facing the TV. No, on your back." She had never once turned to look at me, continuing to watch her videos the entire time she spoke. Once I was in place she got up, stood over me, then knelt down over my face, her tight little pussy touching my lips. Still she never looked directly at me, taking me completely for granted, which somehow was disconcerting and very arousing at the same time. She was still watching TV as she spoke, "He comes a lot, Mr. Bryan. So be sure to do a good job...Miss Donna says you are really good at this". She placed one of her little hands against her belly and pressed inward and downwards. Soon a glob of cum appeared at her nether lips and dripped into my waiting mouth. Her firm young pussy mesmerized me and my cock throbbed desperately against its prison as I began to delve into her sweetness. I darted my tongue into her and sucked gently...then more firmly. I wanted to get the "cleaning" out of the way so that I could concentrate on making love to her tight little honey pot with my mouth. She continued to watch her videos, paying no attention at all to the man sucking on her vagina. It became a quest with me to draw her attention to me, to show her something much more interesting than MTV.
She was right about her boyfriend. It seemed to take forever before the last of his cum slithered out of her sex. I began in earnest to try and give her an orgasm. I enveloped her entire sex with my mouth (it didn't take much), and massaged it gently, then I tenderly drew her nether lips into my mouth one at a time and sucked on it, at the same time massaging it with my lips. She seemed to realize that the cleaning was finished and began to stand up.
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