“Almost perfect.”
Almost? King had been attending to Wench’s nipples for close to an hour. This didn’t include the previous hour of lovemaking they had enjoyed. He had decided that he wanted her nipples to be quite, QUITE, prominent throughout the evening when he would be entertaining his best friend, Prince.
Normally, Wench’s nipples were rather dainty, something she really didn’t like about them. King, however, had told her on multiple occasions that he loves them just as they were. Last week, however, he had decided that he would grant her wish of working to enhance them, and, hopefully, make them more prominent and sensitive.
He began by using vacuum suction tools on them twice a day for the last week, twenty minutes at a time. This has actually helped tremendously. Wench now could come with only nipple manipulation. He had been using only tools and his fingers, though.
Today, after a session of the suction, he said, “It’s time for more, Wench. Today your nipples will endure much attention. Are you ready?”
“I am, King.”
He then sucked on them for what seemed to be hours, pulling multiple orgasms from her supple body. Once she was liquid, he attached weighted clips onto her swollen nips and had her kneel in front of him.
“Worship,” he commanded.
She sucked on him, licking, kissing, and swallowing his cock.
Each movement caused the weights to swing and the clips to grip and pull. Wench loved it and came again while worshipping his cock! He laughed uproariously and reached down to remove both clips simultaneously. Wench screamed as the blood rushed back into my nipples.
“Look at these,” he crooned. “So puffy. I had thought to end with these, but now you’ve gone and gotten too excited.”
Wench grinned up at him. “Should I apologize, King?”
“Not at all. Let’s let these babies breathe for a bit while I lube you up. I want you on top and you know the rules.”
She did. If she was on top, her ass would be filled either by a plug or by him. Since he was only lubing her and not a plugging her, Wench knew what it would be. He took his time, filling her with a cool, slickness which would ease his cock into her most secret of areas.
He lay back on the bed. Wench positioned herself over him and sheathed herself on his sword, her breasts dangling in front of his face. She had hoped he would again suck on them, but instead, he pinched her swollen nipples tightly and twisted. Wench threw her head back and screamed as pleasure wracked through her body.
“That’s it. Keep it up. Don’t you dare stop coming, slut!”
She obeyed. She couldn’t have stopped if she’d had wanted to. Eventually, Wench was sobbing and begging for mercy, her arms shaking as badly as the rest of her exhausted, well pleased body.
“Three more minutes,” he commanded.
She closed her eyes and surrendered to his command, surrendering her pleasure to him until he emptied himself deep inside of her.
“Well done,” he murmured. He rolled her over onto the bed and gently brushed her golden hair from her face. “Rest for a while, then shower and dress in the clothes I will place in the bathroom. Prince is coming over soon. You will join us when you’re recovered.”
By the time she sauntered into the living room wearing a short skirt and thin, white t-shirt, King and his friend were each sipping a scotch. Prince stared at her prominent nipples and whistled. He rarely spoke directly to Wench, only about her to King.
“Well done!” he commented. “Which techniques are you using?”
“Almost all that you recommended,” King answered.
Wench blushed, but stood a bit straighter. Not only had King employed the vacuum suction cups, he had also used clothes pins, clamps, and ice. Wench was proud of how her nipples now looked and responded and wanted King to be proud of her as well.
“Tonight, though, I’d like it if you would keep a close eye on those nips. If they start to lose their, well, their pointedness, be sure to let me know. I’d really appreciate watching you do that other technique you mentioned,” King stated.
“The magnets?” Prince responded.
“Yep.”
“Happy to oblige.”
And so, throughout dinner, Prince kept glancing at her nipples. Finally, after the dishes had been cleaned and put away, he said, “I do believe the time has come, King.”
King noted the time and nodded. “I was thinking the same. Still, it took about three hours for them to begin to shrink. Wench, remove your shirt, if you please, and stand between Prince’s knees.”
She did so. Prince pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it, showing four small silver cubes to King.
“These,” he explained, “are earth magnets. Very, very strong. Do you want me to place them, or would you like to do the honors.”
“Why don’t you take charge this first time,” King suggested.
“Happily. Wench, Hands on your head, chin up.”
She obeyed.
“I’ve found this to be an effective method for me, but you will need to experiment to find your own preferred method,” Prince stated before capturing her right nipple between his teeth. Wench yelped as he bit firmly and stretched out the nipple. Then, he used both hands to place the small, powerful magnets on either side of her nipple.
Wench gasped as he released her flesh from his bite and she felt the full force of the magnet. Before she could catch her breath, he bit her left nipple and repeated the process.
King clapped and said, “Well done! And how long can she wear those?”
“I’d suggest no more than ten minutes to fifteen minutes. Trust me, they won’t move no matter what activities she does while they’re on her.”
“In that case,” King commented, “Thank your prince, Wench.”
Wench dropped to her knees and released Prince’s cock. She was breathing shallowly, but was too well trained to complain. She opened her mouth and began to suck on Prince’s thick cock. Up and down she went, careful to keep a firm suction going and her tongue pressed against the underside of his flesh.
“Do you mind?” she heard King ask.
“Certainly not,” Prince responded.
She felt King behind her, flipping up her short skirt and pressing his cock into her dripping pussy. The two set up a fast rhythm, yet all Wench could think of was the torment of her swinging breasts. Tears began to slide from her eyes and drip onto the floor.
Still, she adored this treatment. Within moments, she was again in the throws of pleasure, her spirit soaring to new heights as Prince pumped his salty essence down her throat. King began slapping her ass as he fucked her harder and harder, pulling out to spray her tanned bottom with his white cream as Prince removed the magnets from her tortured nipples.
Wench screamed as pain and pleasure fought for dominance. Pleasure won as yet another orgasm washed away all pain.
Later, snuggled against King’s warm body, she said, her voice soft and filled with wonder, “My nipples are still perky and sensitive.”
King’s hands gently rubbed against them. “I noticed. Let’s see just how long they stay this way. I rather like making your come by just tweaking them.”
Wench giggled and said, “Oh, I do as well, my king. I do as well.”
