“When did my best friend turn into such a desperate little whore for me?” I ask, stroking his damp hair off his forehead.
He looks up at me with the sweetest, neediest expression. “Oh God, please don’t stop!”
“Not until you cream your panties, Babydoll,” I say, thrusting into him again as his pleas turn incoherent. His words trail off entirely as he writhes when I bottom out into him.
“Love that you’re such a horny little slut for me that you’ll come in your panties even when this big dick is locked up. That’s what you like, right?” I pant. “You like showing me how perfect of a submissive fuck doll you can be for me, don’t you? Show me how you’re so obedient that you’ll beg me for a caged orgasm after being edged and denied for days?”
Errol whimpers as his eyes flicker shut. I quickly reach down and give his nipple ring a harder yank through the thin lace, reaching over to repeat the motion on the other side. His eyes fly open as he lets out a yelp of pain.
“Eyes on me,” I snap. I groan at the way he tightens around me as I sink inside him again. “Love that you’re so willing to be my pretty little toy. I love the way you beg for frustration and humiliation, and Ireallylove making you so needy and desperate that you’ll do anything I ask,” I pant.
I can feel Errol shaking underneath me, so close to orgasm. “That’s it — come for me, Babydoll,” I purr. “Fill up those panties for me, because I’m going to put them to good use tonight.”
That’s what pulls him over the edge. Shaking, he sobs out a wordless stream of raw, guttural sounds. I have to hold on to stay inside him as his back arches and his hips buck. “Eyes on me,” I remind him. “Don’t shut me out while you’re coming for me.”
God, I love watching him come like this. My cock is so hard I can feel my pulse throbbing in it. Once he drops his hips back onto the mattress, I pick up my pace again, thrusting faster anddeeper in pursuit of my own release. I grab his hips so I can pound into him hard until I’m coming apart with a cry of my own, feeling my balls empty with a release so strong it makes my head spin.
“Oh fuck, baby —I’m coming so deep inside of you. You feel that?” Still wild-eyed and breathing hard, Errol nods. By the time my dick stops pulsing inside of him, his eyes are hooded, his expression languorous with post-orgasm bliss.
At my direction, he lifts up his hips for me so I can slide the panties off him. Holding them in one hand, I straddle Errol on my knees, stroking myself with the other. His eyes dart back and forth from my face to my cock as it hardens again.
“Yeah, I totally cheated,” I admit with a shrug. “I took something so I could get hard again right away, because I’m not through with you yet.” It doesn’t take much longer before my dick is at full staff again. “Damn, those things do work well.”
Looking at Errol’s caged cock, my eyes narrow in contemplation. “Now that would be fun to try one of these days,” I say. When he gives me a quizzical look, I elaborate. “Put the cage on you, then haveyoutake one of these pills.”
His inhale is a hiss. “No, no —God, no! I don’t think — I couldn’t — you can’t —”
I snicker. “That’s what your mouth is saying, but I’m sitting here watching your cock try to get hard at the thought.” Errol whimpers in response. “Who knew you were such a glutton for punishment, Babydoll?” I tease, raising an eyebrow at him.
He flushes and darts his eyes away, so he’s not looking when I let go of my hard cock and run my fingers delicately over his caged, come-covered dick. He lets out a strangled sound as his hips rock up, his arms pulling helplessly against his restraints.
I remove my hand and arrange myself between his legs in my previous position. He whines when I stroke my fingers over hisrim, and makes a lower, needier sound when I slip two fingers inside of him and start slowly fucking him with them.
The soft groan of pleasure he lets out is strangled by a gasp when he feels me start to work those panties inside of him with my fingers. “What —what is that?” he asks, although from the look on his face, I’m sure he knows.
“Figured since you already pretty much ruined these sexy panties by filling them with come, I might as well use them to clean up this sloppy hole,” I say. As I’m talking, I slide my fingers out, leaving the panties hanging halfway out of him.
“What?” Errol asks.
I shake my head as I feel a grin creep over my face. “This. You just look fucking obscene right now, Babydoll.” I crook a finger around a loop of lace so I can hang onto them, and watch Errol’s face as I line my dick up with his entrance and start fucking him again, pushing those lace panties as deep inside him as I can get.
He shudders but keeps his eyes on me. “You like this?” I ask, my voice soft. “How does it feel?”
“Um, weird, kind of.”
“Yeah? Anything else?”
His cheeks blaze red. “Dirty,” he whispers.
I grin. “You like that?”
“Yeah,” he answers, just as quietly.
“Good.” I lean over him, braced a little awkwardly in a one-handed push-up pose so I can hang onto those panties as I roll my hips while I fuck him, trying to rub over his prostate like I was before. “Open your mouth for me, Babydoll. Let me see that sexy pierced tongue.”
He obeys, opening his mouth wide and putting his tongue out all the way. “Keep it out,” I tell him, wanting to hear the open-mouthed whines he won’t have any way to stifle when I drag my crown over his prostate again and again.
Even as hot as this is, I’m surprised at how quickly the low, pulsing heat of another orgasm races up on me. I lean over Errol and spit in his mouth.
