Topping Aphrodite
Keywords: Aphrodite, Topping,
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His lips were soft, his tongue warm and soothing, gentle and eager. His cock was flaccid now, and though he tried to comply, his mind began to drift into sleep. Aphrodite shook her head with a grin.
"I"m sorry. Did I say something amusing?" Staring at her with a determined solemn demeanor, she quickly realized that, in fact, I was completely serious.
"No . . . Master." She murmured softly.
"Very good." I mimicked her earlier behavior.
She smiled nervously.
After a few moments of silence, I decided to step the game up a notch.
"Tina, do you like to pleasure yourself? Do you ever masturbate?"
"Are you kidding? Hell yes . . . uh . . .Master." She quickly caught herself.
"Good. Show me."
"What? But what if someone . . ."
Again, I flashed her one of my dramatic glances, raising my eyebrow slightly.
"She quickly jumped to atone for her mistake. "Yes, Master."
Glancing nervously around the vehicle, she realized that we were surrounded by half a dozen vehicles. They were all far enough away in the darkness that none could see what she was doing, but if any of them tried to pass me, they would see everything.
Reclining the seat backwards, she stretched herself out, spreading her legs as far as they would go in the floorboard, and with one final glance at me, lifted her dress up above her hips. I was pleased to see that she had elected not to wear any panties. In addition she had shaved her pussy.
Slowly she began rubbing her fingers along the smooth, bare skin surrounding her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips as she lost her inhibitions and gave in to her own needs. Gently, one finger snaked its way in between her lips and easily slid inside, sending chills up her spine and causing her to shiver on the cold leather seat. A few more strokes of her finger, and she withdrew her sticky finger. Raising it to her lips, she sucked noisily at her slimy digit.
Spreading her legs wider, she used her free hand to spread the lips wide, and again returned the slick finger to her pussy. Rubbing the saliva into the bright pink flesh, she breathed a deep sigh, throwing her head back against the seat. Then, once again, she forced her finger deep inside, this time pushing it all the way in, until her palm rested against her pelvis.
It was at this time that Tina noticed the semi-truck that had pulled up beside our own vehicle. Turning to me, she licked her lips hungrily, and hiked her leg up onto the dashboard. Her finger quickly assumed a furious rhythm, her palm slapping against her pussy on each thrust. A few thrusts later and she arced her back up, off the seat, whining loudly.
Once her spasms had subsided, she lowered herself back onto the seat, and waved towards the truck, blowing them a sweat kiss. This was followed by a loud, resounding blast of the trucker"s horn, which trailed off as I sped on towards our destination.
Soon I found the exit off of the freeway and entered the bright lights of the city. Tina surprised me rather pleasantly, leaving her dress up around her hips for the entire remainder of the drive, smiling contentedly at the stunned stares of fellow drivers everywhere.
v I quickly veered the car into our assigned parking space in hotel parking lot, and walked over to Tina"s door, opening it for her and leading her hand-in-hand to the hotel room. Upon locking the door, I turned to find Tina standing nose-to-nose with me and her hand upon my crotch.
"Come on James, what do you say? Care to show me what my sister finds so impressive about you."
Slowly I lowered my gaze to my crotch and her hand. "You presume too much my sweet. And I told you. You will refer to me as Master."
The look of shock in her eyes was clearly evident, as I laid her out upon the bed, her face pressed into the pillows and her ass poised in the air. With one smooth motion, my hand cracked against her bare bottom, forcing a shrill scream from her perfect lips.
"What"s my name?"
"James!" she said, the confusion of her situation still evident.
Again my hand whistled through the air, landing firmly against her backside.
"What"s my name?"
"Uh . . uh . . .Master?"
For a third time my hand connected with flesh, forming a deep red mark on her ass.
"What"s . . . My . . .Name?"
"Master! Master! I swear to God I won"t screw up again."
Raising my hand, I prepared to strike again. But I didn"t. She had learned her lesson.
With a deep sigh, she lowered her self to the bed and released the tension in every fiber of her being. Calmly and comforting, I leaned forward and kissed her deeply on the lips, and using a scarf that I had found in the backseat of her sister"s car, I tied her wrists to the bedposts.
Frantically, she struggled against the tight bonds, lashing out at me and cursing my name.
"This is just to make sure that you stay loyal to my uncle until the big day tomorrow." And with a sly grin across my face, I walked out of the room and nestled into the front seat of Alice"s car and waited for morning to come.
The following days events went off without a hitch, considering the fact that Alice and Tina both had dresses to adorn, once they were both in the dressing room, it was a simple matter to make the switch.
And I didn"t hold anything against Alice, either. After all, she"d only been trying to give her sister one last wild ride.
And I don"t think she"d ever forget her car ride and the simple pleasure of her own wedding finger.
The position was not comfortable. Maggie walked around me then stepped back into my line of vision and asked me if I was "comfy". I didn't respond, so she took hold of my cock, which was growing larger, in spite of my wishes, and began to stroke it. Her stroke was gentle, but it contained a firmness of grip that told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
My cock responded to her caresses. Once it was fully erect, she abandoned it and began to work on my nipples. She teased them with her fingernails, then, pinching savagely, let me know how easy it was for her to hurt me. My "Owwww!" seemed to please her and she released the tender nubs while she looked me directly in the eyes.
"I think you are finally beginning to understand your situation. Well, good. You've got lots of time to appreciate it."
"Now," she said, sweetly. "The first thing we're going to do is see how far we can stretch your balls." She brought forward a four-foot length of thin nylon clothesline, halved it, then made a loop at its center by pulling the loose ends back through. She placed the loop around the base of my testicles, above the balls and below the penis, and pulled it snug. She then took the loose ends, threaded them together between my testicles, and pulled them back through the loop around my balls, separating them very tightly. She gave the loose ends a firm tug, demonstrating that pulling on them created more pressure, and, correspondingly, more pain for my balls.
"Those poor little things are starting to get a little purple, already. I don't think he's going to enjoy this very much," commented yesterday's victim, who was watching my reactions very closely.
One of the girls produced a yellow plastic pail; the handle of which she tied to the loose ends of the clothesline that separated my balls. Allowing the pail to hang free, they seemed pleased to note that it was suspended about eight inches above the ground. The pail didn't weigh very much, but even its slight burden was noticeable to my tethered balls. I was pretty sure this was going to get very unpleasant, very quickly, and the girls rapidly proved me correct. The tension on my balls, along with the knowledge that things could easily be put into the pail to make it heavier, had me nervously anticipating their next move. My cock was still semi-erect in spite of my fear, or perhaps, because of it!
"How much weight do you think your balls can support?" Maggie asked, with a smirk. I didn't respond, just looked up at the rope holding my wrists high above my head. "Water is reasonably heavy, so let's just find out. Ladies, let's have some water."
While yesterday's blonde victim was filling a pail with water from the creek, the other three amused themselves by playing with my naked body. One of them pinched my nipples and ran her hand lightly up and down my chest and belly. Another seemed to be checking my buttocks for firmness. Maggie held my cock in her left hand while, looking directly into my eyes, she gently scraped a sharp fingernail all over its sensitive head. The combination of stimulation was pretty overwhelming and my sexual excitement was very obvious. I was almost relieved when the pretty blonde returned with her pail half-filled with water. It looked very heavy.
"A gallon of water weighs about six pounds," Maggie commented with a smile. "That bucket we've suspended from your balls will hold two gallons. I'm not really sure you can take twelve pound tied to your balls. That's a lot of weight to suspend from those tender little eggs. What do you think?"
I wasn't given a chance to reply. The blonde tilted her pail over the one hanging from my balls and let the water begin to fill it. The increased weight was immediately uncomfortable. I began to feel a dull ache deep in my testicles. She stopped after putting about a half-gallon in my pail and they all watched my reactions as the pail swung tautly between my legs. At a signal from Maggie, the blonde poured what was left in her pail into mine. I could feel the rope separating my balls tighten from the pull of the additional weight. I was starting to get scared!
"That's about six pounds," Maggie said. "How does it feel now?" She raised a perfectly formed bare foot and gave the pail a little nudge with her toes, causing it to swing forward and back between my legs in a gentle arc. Each swing seemed to tighten the rope a bit more, causing my cock to bob around like it had a mind of its own.
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Keywords: Aphrodite, Topping,