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Princess removed my blindfold and I can see that she had removed her
strap-on cock and had donned a white silk kimono with a huge red dragon
emblazoned on it. I wondered if
the picture had any meaning more than purely decorative; did she choose it
because of the powerful creature that adorned the soft fabric? Princess dropped the blindfold on the bed and commanded, “go make
dinner for the three of us. You
will find what you need in the refrigerator. We will be down shortly.”
“Yes, Princess,” I whispered lowering my hands to pull up the
pair of pink thong panties that were bunched up at my knees.
Princess stopped me, “did I say pull them up?”
Hanging my head meekly I admitted, “no.”
Her look said it all and I turned to walk out of the bedroom, the
panties hobbling me slightly, hindering my stride. I shuffled to the stairs and slowly descended them, the panties
caressing my knees softly as I walked. I found the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I looked and found a pound of hamburger meat with a package of taco
seasoning mix sitting atop it. It
seemed that Princess wanted a simple meal of tacos for dinner.
I pulled out the meat and rapidly browned it. While browning the meat I searched the cabinets and found the cheese
grater and proceeded to finely grate the cheese. I diced two onions and before cutting up the tomatoes I added
the water and seasoning mix to the hamburger meat after draining off the
grease. With the meat simmering
I cut the lettuce and tomatoes and put on a pot of grease for me to fry the
soft corn tortillas. I heard
Almus and Princess descend the stairs and then I heard a sound of
trepidation slip from Almus’ mouth from the dining room. I wondered what
he was concerned about but was hesitant to investigate.
I put all of the vegetables in separate bowls and when the meat was
finished I put it in a bowl as well. Grabbing
three plates I carried them into the dining room, the panties still
hindering my movements as they had while I was cooking dinner. I immediately
saw what Almus had groaned about. There
were three chairs sitting at the table, the fourth had been pulled away and
rested in the corner alone. The
thing that was different was that two of the three chairs had eight inch
cocks jutting up proudly from their cushioned centers. Sitting in the middle of the table was a large bottle of lubricant,
waiting for use.
Princess had strapped the rubber invaders to the chairs to serve as
mounts for the two of us as we ate. We
were to have our asses filled with the artificial cocks as we dined. I set the table, my eyes never leaving the cock-adorned
chairs. I made three more trips
to the kitchen, each time returning with the bowls containing the meal until
finally the table was fully set.
I found Princess relaxing in the living room with Almus kneeling at
her feet serving as her hassock. I
noticed that the nipple clamps were no longer teasing his nipples, Princess
must have removed them upstairs. Her
feet were up on his back and she was reading a magazine. Almus looked uncomfortable, his face scrunched up, a silent
protest to the discomfort of his knees as they pressed into the hardwood
floor.
“Dinner is ready,” I announced.
Princess lifted her feet and set them on the floor. Almus climbed to his feet and held his hand out to help Princess from
the chair. There were no words
spoken between them and I felt I had just witnessed a ritual that had
occurred countless times before. Turning
I left the entranceway to the living room and shuffled into the dining room,
my high heels clicking noisily.
Princess and Almus entered and Almus crossed the room to stand before
the left hand chair sporting a plastic phallus. I knew that the other cock was mine and I walked to stand next to it. Princess took the center seat and commanded that we, “lube your
chairs.”
Almus squirted four large globs of the clear gel onto the cock that
stood rigidly from his chair and then handed the lube to me. Following suit I lubricated the cock that would be spearing my ass
throughout dinner. I set the
lube on the table and Princess told Almus and I to beg to take our seats.
Almus spoke loudly, “oh, God, please let me sit on your cock,” he
begged. “I need to feel your
cock in your ass. Please, oh
please, please, please let me.”
I followed suit, our voices mingling, “yes, please let me impale
myself on your cock,” I begged.
Almus, “oh, please…”
Me, “…so bad…”
Almus, “…large cock in…”
Me, “…fuck me….”
Princess interrupted us, “of course. Please, take your seats,”
then, almost as an afterthought, “quickly.”
I lowered myself until the huge cock was positioned against the taut
ring of my sphincter and then sank down, pressing the rubber intruder into
my ass. I lowered my body until
my ass rested against the cushion of the chair, slipping the artificial
penis into my ass in one smooth motion.
Almus squatted down to push the cock affixed to his chair against his
ass and then sat down rapidly. He
sucked in a breath of wet air as he sank down until the dildo filled his ass
and he was sitting on his chair.
“Shall we eat?” Princess said. She said it as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Like we were a group of friends sitting down to a casual meal.
We each made our first taco and ate them slowly. They tasted wonderful, and Princess thanked me for making them. As we ate, Princess would direct either Almus or myself to rise up
and then sink back down onto the cocks that filled our asses. She looked through the glass-topped table to watch as we pulled the
rubber intruder from the safety of our rectums only to lower ourselves down
again.
When Almus reached for his third taco Princess stopped him, a
devilish look shining in her eyes. “Finish
making the taco, Almus,” she said, “but don’t eat it.” She turned to
me, “Dennis, make yourself another taco as well.”
I took the last bite of my second taco and Almus and I made our third
taco.
“Now, trade plates.”
Almus and I exchanged plates. I
handed him my taco and he gave me his. We set the plates on the table, looking at Princess with quizzical
looks on our faces.
“Both of you stand up and masturbate. I want to watch as you ejaculate onto the taco that is sitting in
front of you.”
I knew what was coming and by the way Almus’ face fell I knew he
did too. I grabbed my cock,
which had been standing proud ever since I had impaled myself on the cock
that decorated my chair. I
began to stroke my cock and watched as Almus did the same. I masturbated and within moments I came, groaning loudly, holding my
cock over Almus’ taco, coating the lettuce and tomatoes with my sperm.
Almus hissed excitedly as he ejaculated, spilling his seed onto my
taco. He looked at Princess and
then lowered his eyes to stare at the plate in front of him.
“Wonderful,” Princess breathed, her voice tight with arousal,
“now you can have your own taco’s back.”
Still standing we swapped plates again.
“You can sit on your cocks again. And,” she added, “I expect
you to finish your meal.”
I looked at the taco in front of me, staring at the thick fluid of
Almus’ seed. I picked up the
taco and glanced at Princess and then Almus and back again. I shut my eyes, folded the taco, and brought the shell to my mouth. The smell hit me, the thick pungent odor of Almus’ spent seed
assailing my nostrils. Without
thinking I lowered the taco away from my face. I can’t do this, I thought. Opening
my eyes I could see Princess watching me a look of curiosity on her face. I could almost read her thoughts, can he do this?
Once again I shut my eyes and quickly, so as not to have the chance
for the smell to attack my senses I took a bite of the taco. I had to admit to myself that I really couldn’t taste anything
different, the meat and cheese overpowering the taste of Almus’ sperm. I took a second bite and lowered the taco back to my plate. I opened my eyes and watched as Almus took a third bite of the taco I
had ejaculated on.
Princess moaned as we ate, the scene exciting her. I could see the points of her nipples pushing against the fabric of
the kimono. Almus and I
finished our tacos, the cocks still in our ass, Princess still directing us
to fuck ourselves intermittently.
When dinner was finished Princess directed Almus to do the dishes as
she led me upstairs. “It is
getting late,” she announced, looking out at the dark street. “I need to get you ready for bed.”
Princess guided me upstairs, leading me into the master bedroom. My ass felt empty, the rubber cock no longer stretching the pink ring
of my rectum. My panties were
still resting just above my knees, still acting as a hobble. Princess directed me to kneel on the bed and I climbed onto the
mattress to comply. She opened the closet door and returned with a large,
double-headed dildo. There were some nylon straps hanging from the center of
the cock to allow the artificial cock to be secured to the person doing the
fucking. She grabbed another bottle of lube and proceeded to coat the cock
with the slippery fluid.
Princess climbed onto the bed with me and slipped the cock into my
ass. I moaned, my throat making
a hitching sound as she shoved the penis deep into my ass with a powerful
thrust. “I believe you begged
me to fuck you earlier,” she told me.
“Please,” I repeated my earlier begging, “please fuck me with
your big cock.”
Princess pulled the flap of her kimono apart and slipped the free end
of the double-headed dildo deeply into her sex. She used the straps to attach the cock to her hips and the she
proceeded to fuck me, her hips shoving me forward with each thrust. She fucked me, filling my ass with her cock. Each time she pulled the cock from my ass she shoved it back in. Her fingers gripped my hair and she used my head as leverage as she
fucked me.
The cock buried in her sex pleasured her, and she was moaning
heatedly as she pounded into me. As
she was fucking me she was receiving pleasure from the end of the cock that
massaged the inner folds of her pussy. She fucked me, taking pleasure from the cock that filled her sex.
Princess shouted loudly when an orgasm ripped through her body. Her fingers slipped off my head, pulling strands of my hair with
them. I hissed in pain as
Princess moaned in pleasure. She
dropped her hands to my hips and shoved the cock back into my ass, holding
her hips against my thighs.
I felt Princess unstrap the nylon that held the cock buried within
her pussy. She removed her sex
from the cock and I felt the free end of the dildo pulling against my ass.
“Don’t move,” Princess directed and left the room.
Almus and Princess came into the room about ten minutes later. “Almus,” Princess commanded, “mount the free end of the
dildo.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Almus nodded.
I felt the bed shift under Almus’ weight and then I felt Almus back
up, his feet shifting by my hands as I knelt on the bed. The cock in my ass moved as Almus gripped it and slowly he impaled
his ass with the free end of the double-ended dildo that filled my ass. I could feel the heat of Almus’ ass as he fully sank the cock into
his rectum; his ass rubbing against mine.
“Don’t move,” Princess directed. She
crossed the room and once again went into the walk-in closet. She came back with some rope and I swallowed heavily as
Princess began to wrap the rope around Almus’ and my thighs. She proceeded to tie Almus and I together at the thighs and
knees before running the rope around my hips and then sending the rope
around Almus. She pulled the
rope taut, tying Almus and I together, our asses rubbing heatedly against
each other. Princess secured us
until there was no way we could pull away from each other, ensuring that the
artificial cock remained buried deeply with our asses.
“As I said earlier, it is getting late.” She looked at us, smiling broadly at our bound bodies. “Good night. I will see you in the morning. As I don’t want you to to disturb me, I will sleep in the guest
room.”
With that she walked to the side of the bed, pressed her hands
against my shoulder and Almus’ side and pushed. We toppled onto our side and I grunted in shock as I fell over onto
my arm. Almus hissed in pain as
the dildo shifted painfully with the confines of our rectums.
Princess turned out the light and left the room shutting the door
behind her. She whistled
happily as she turned and descended the stairs, thinking of the two bound
men struggling against the tight ropes and probing cock. Her hand drifted to her wet sex, slipping through the silken folds as
she walked. What a great day,
she thought as she entered the living room to relax with her magazine once
again. Yes, a wonderful day.
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