Chained

"Some odd things happens in cellars"

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How could he have known what I was before he began to groom me? I was the neighbour, he was the dirty old man, but he had become my sissy, and we both loved our games in his cellar, just next to my parent’s house.

What a fucking sissy, I thought looking down at him chained to the wall. The bra I had put on him was black lace and one of my favourites. Off course it was too small for his large hairy chest. I had used one of my mom’s thongs and makeup. Sadly I didn’t have a wig for him so his shaved head looked kind of funny against the underwear and high heels, those were my mom’s as well. My feet were too small.

He made a sound and his eyes flickered open. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry about the bump on your head, buddy but I had to do it.”

His eyes narrowed and he said, “You!”

“Yes, me, your intended victim, but as you can see, you are the victim now.”

He tried to move his arms but the chain stooped him. “Let me go, you little cunt.”

I slowly shook my head and then used my foot to poke at his limp cock. “You were going to use that on me weren’t you?”

While my foot touched him he grew harder until his dick popped out above the hem of the panties. He was cut and the dark red cock head gleamed in the semi darkness. With my toes I pulled them down and freed his shaft.

“That is one mighty cock you have there, I bet loads of women would love to take it.” I said while stroking it with my bare foot.

“Let me go and I’ll show just how good it can be,” he growled.

“Now, now, Max, don’t be that way. You have been a naughty boy and need punishment. Turn over!”

I grabbed the dildo attached to the strap on harness I wore and when he was on his knees he looked over his shoulder at me with fear in his eyes.

“This will hurt a bit, but I think you have earned it, scum.” I slapped his ass and the sound echoed in the empty cellar.

I moved the thong to the side and spread his ass cheeks with both hand and lined up the dildo.

“Here it comes!”

He wailed as I drove it into him but I didn’t stop, instead I fucked him hard and deep while playing with his balls.

It didn’t take long before pre-cum began to ooze out and I wet my hand with it and then went back to massaging his nut sack.

“Please, please, stop,” he moaned.

“No, you deserve every inch I am forcing into you, so get with the program sissy boy and shut the fuck up,” I ended with another hard slap to his ass and a red blotch grew on the skin. I smiled and continued to fuck him.

My hand had moved from his balls to his cock which I was stroking slower than I was fucking him, just enough for him to give something out of the whole sordid affair.

“Fuck, bitch, that hurts,” he said and looked back at me.

“Shut up, and take it like a man, oh sorry, you are a sissy, yeah take it like a sissy.”

I laughed and pulled out of him. Max slumped down on his stomach and I pushed him over onto his back with my foot. Kneeling between his legs I pushed in a couple of pillows under his ass and then lined up the dildo again.

“Time for second half.”

Before he had a chance to answer I shoved the dildo inside him and grabbed his cock in my hand. It was wet, hard and ready to shoot its load. I fucked him slower this time and jerked him faster.

He began to moan deeply from the bottom of his stomach and as the sound rose it bounced off the walls. I was all the way inside him when he shot the first load, it landed on my chest, the second on my tummy and the third ran over my knuckles and onto my forearm. I gave his cock a few more jerks and then let go.

He lay still looking up at me, his eyes had tears but there was also a smile on his lips.

“How could I have known the sexy little vixen next door was such a nymphomaniac?”

I gently pulled out of his ass and stood up. My perky sixteen year old tits with their tiny pink nipples were gleaming with sweat as I straddle him and then lowering myself slowly until I sat on his face.

“Shut up old man, and eat my pussy.”

We both just loved our daily sessions together.

Published 8 years ago

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