Shared Toilet, Shared Pleasure (Continued)

I barge into the bathroom while my female roommate is on the toilet. She lets me piss between her legs.

I didn't bother with a knock. I just pushed the bathroom door open and saw her there, perched on the toilet, midstream. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't scream or make a sound. Instead, she looked at me, then down at herself, and then back up at me with a glint in her eye. I didn't hesitate. I unzipped my fly and took out my cock, already hard from the sudden, taboo scenario. I stepped closer, positioning myself between her legs. She spread them wider, giving me room, her stream trickling down the porcelain. I aimed and let go, my piss mixing with hers, the heat of my stream contrasting with the cool of the bathroom. She watched, her breath coming in short gasps, her nipples hardening under her thin tank top. The sound of our combined streams filled the room, a primal, dirty symphony. I could see the wetness spreading between her legs, not all of it mine. She was turned on, her body responding to the depravity of the moment. I finished first, shaking off the last drops. She followed soon after, her stream weakening to a trickle. I put myself away, zipping up my fly. She stood, wiping herself with toilet paper, her eyes never leaving mine. The air was thick with tension, the scent of piss and arousal heavy in the small room. Neither of us said a word. We didn't have to. The look in her eyes said it all. The night was far from over.

She reaches back, flushing the toilet. The sound breaks the silence, but the tension remains. She turns to the sink, washing her hands, her back to me. I can see the goosebumps on her skin, the shiver that runs through her as she turns off the faucet. She dries her hands slowly, deliberately, taking her time. She turns to face me, leaning against the sink. Her eyes are dark, hungry. "You're not going to say anything?" she asks, her voice a low purr. She looks down at the bulge in my pants, then back up at me. "Or are you just going to stand there?" I take a step closer. She doesn't move, just watches me, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I can see the pulse in her neck, rapid and insistent. I reach out, my fingers brushing against her cheek, then tracing a line down her neck, over her collarbone, and to the edge of her tank top. She shivers at my touch, her breath hitching slightly. I pull at the hem of her shirt, asking permission without words. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, then she nods, a small smile playing on her lips. I tug the shirt up, exposing her breasts, her nipples hard and begging for attention. She lifts her arms, allowing me to pull the shirt over her head and toss it aside. Her skin is soft, warm, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body. I lean down, my mouth finding her nipple, sucking gently. She gasps, her hands finding my hair, pulling me closer. I can feel her heart pounding, matching the rhythm of my own. I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention. She moans softly, her body arching into me. I can feel her hands on my chest, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. I pull back slightly, allowing her to push the shirt off my shoulders. It joins her shirt on the floor, forgotten. Her hands are on my chest, exploring, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I can feel my cock straining against my pants, aching for release. I grind against her, a low growl escaping my lips. She smiles, her eyes locked on mine. "I thought you'd never ask," she whispers, her hand wrapping around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. Her lips are soft, inviting, and I can taste the sweetness of her mouth. I kiss her back, hard, possessive, my tongue exploring her depths. She moans into my mouth, her body pressing against mine. I can feel her heat, her wetness, and I know she's ready for me. I break the kiss, my breath ragged. "What do you want?" I ask, my voice a low growl. I know what I want, but I need to hear her say it. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you to fuck me," she says, her voice steady, sure. "I want you to make me scream." She reaches down, her hand wrapping around my cock through my pants. I groan, my hips jerking forward. She smiles, her hand stroking me gently. "And I want you to piss on me again."

I groan, the sound low and primal. "Fuck, you're dirty," I murmur, grinding against her hand. She smiles, her eyes never leaving mine. "And you love it," she replies, her grip tightening. I can feel the heat of her palm through the fabric, the pressure building in my cock. I reach down, unbuttoning my pants, pushing them down along with my boxers. My cock springs free, hard and eager. She looks down, licking her lips. "Mmm, someone's happy to see me," she teases, her hand wrapping around my shaft. I hiss in pleasure, my hips jerking forward. She strokes me slowly, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the bead of precum that's already formed. I can't take it anymore. I need to be inside her. I spin her around, pushing her up against the sink. She gasps, her hands gripping the edge, her ass pushing back against me. I can see her pussy, glistening with her arousal, and I can't resist. I lean down, my tongue tracing a line up her thigh, tasting her, savoring her. She moans, her body shuddering. I smile, my breath hot on her skin. I can feel her tremble, her body begging for more. I stand up, positioning myself at her entrance. She looks back at me, her eyes wild with desire. "Please," she whimpers, pushing back against me. I can feel her heat, her wetness, and I know she's ready. I tease her, just the tip, rubbing it against her clit. She moans, her body trembling. "Please," she begs again, her voice a desperate plea. I smile, my hand wrapping around her hip, holding her in place. I thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her completely. She screams, her body arching, her pussy clenching around me. I groan, the sensation overwhelming. I start to move, my hips slamming against her ass, each thrust harder than the last. She meets me stroke for stroke, her body pushing back against mine, her moans filling the room. The sound of our flesh slapping together, the scent of our arousal, it's all too much. I can feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my balls increasing. I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. She screams, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around me. I groan, my hips jerking, my cock pulsing as I come, filling her with my release. She collapses against the sink, her body shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm. I lean over her, my chest heaving, my breath ragged. I can feel her heart pounding, matching the rhythm of my own. I pull out slowly, my cock still hard, still eager. She turns to face me, her eyes dark with desire. "Again?" she asks, her voice a low purr. I smile, my hand wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly. "Again," I agree, my eyes locked on hers. She smiles, her tongue licking her lips. "Good," she whispers, her hand reaching out, wrapping around my cock, guiding me back to her. I can feel her wetness, her heat, and I know I'm not done with her yet. She lets go of my cock and slides down to her knees, turning her body so her head is under the sink. She reaches one arm up and blasts the faucet on full force, her mouth open wide, catching the stream of water into her mouth. She gags a little but swallows hard, her mouth filling up with the water. She holds it in her mouth for a second before spitting it out into the sink, looking up at me with a hungry smile. She reaches for my cock, gripping it tightly and I groan as she begins to stroke me aggressively, her hand slick with the water and her own saliva. She looks up at me with her mouth open, her tongue sticking out, waiting for me to give her what she wants.

I step closer, my cock throbbing in her grip. Her eyes never leave mine, daring, demanding. I grip her hair, tilting her head back slightly, exposing her throat. She swallows hard, her breath coming in short pants. I can see the pulse in her neck, rapid and insistent. I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. "You want it like this?" I whisper, my voice a low growl. "Dirty and rough?" She nods, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," she breathes, her hand stroking me faster. "Fuck, yes." I smile, a dark, dangerous smile. I release her hair, my hand wrapping around her throat, not squeezing, just holding. She gasps, her eyes widening slightly, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans into my touch, her body pressing against mine. I can feel her heart pounding under my palm, the rhythm matching the strokes of her hand on my cock. I look down at her, her mouth open, her tongue waiting. I know what she wants, and I'm going to give it to her. I step closer, my cock brushing against her lips. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with lust and submission. I can feel the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, and I know I'm not going to last long. I grab the base of my cock, aiming it at her open mouth. She leans forward, her lips wrapping around the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. I groan, the sensation overwhelming. I push forward, my cock sliding deeper into her mouth, filling her, stretching her. She gags slightly, her eyes watering, but she doesn't pull back. Instead, she relaxes her throat, taking me deeper, her nose pressing against my pubic bone. I can feel the vibration of her moan, the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her saliva. It's too much. I start to thrust, my hips moving in a steady rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She meets me stroke for stroke, her head bobbing, her hands gripping my thighs for support. The sound of her gagging, her moaning, her choking fills the room, a symphony of debauchery and lust. My eyes roll back, the sensitivity of this view expanding my vision, the sight of her mouth fucked savagely by my cock, her throat stretched, her eyes leaking tears down her face. I can feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my balls increasing. I know I'm not going to last much longer. I look down at her, her eyes locked on mine, her mouth filled with my cock, her throat working to take me deeper. I groan, my hips jerking, my cock pulsing as I come, my release spilling down her throat. She swallows, her body convulsing with each pulse, her eyes never leaving mine. I can feel her throat working, her mouth milking me, drawing out every last drop. I pull out slowly, my cock glistening with her saliva, my release still dripping from the tip. She looks up at me, her lips swollen, her chin wet, her eyes filled with lust and satisfaction. She smiles, her tongue licking her lips, tasting me. "Good?" she asks, her voice hoarse, her throat sore. I smile back, my hand reaching down, cupping her cheek. "You know it is," I murmur, my thumb brushing against her lips. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. I can feel her relaxation, her contentment, but I know I'm not done with her yet. I need more. I need to push her further, to make her scream, to make her beg. I lean down, my lips brushing against hers, a soft, gentle kiss, a contrast to the roughness of moments before. She melts into it, her body pressing against mine, her hands wrapping around my neck. I can feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in short gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. I know she's ready for more. I know she wants more. And I'm going to give it to her. I want to push her to do something filthy and extreme. Something that will push us past the edge. "We need to take it to the bedroom," I say, looking down at her. "Get on the bed, spread your legs wide and put your legs up in the air, holding your ankles. I'm going to piss on you. You want that?" Her eyes widen, but she nods. "Yes," she says, her voice steady, sure. "I want that. I want you." She stands up, her body swaying slightly, her legs unsteady. I reach out, my hand wrapping around her waist, steadying her. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with lust and trust. I smile, my hand running down her body, over her curves, her softness, her heat. She shivers at my touch, her body arching into mine. I can feel her desire, her need, her hunger. And I know I'm going to feed it. I'm going to feed it until she's screaming, until she's begging, until she's shattered into a million pieces. Until she is fed up and has had enough. I step back, giving her room to move. She turns, her hips swaying as she walks out of the bathroom, her body naked, her skin glowing, her hair wild. I follow her, my eyes on her body, my cock already hard again, already eager for more. I can hear her moans, her gasps, her whimpers as she crawls onto the bed, her body writhing, her legs spreading wide, her ankles held tightly in her hands. I can see her pussy, glistening with her arousal, her ass lifted in the air, her back arched, her body on display, her body waiting. And I know I'm going to take it. I'm going to take it all.

The sight before me is obscene and perfect. She’s spread out on the bed, her legs held high, her pussy exposed and glistening. Her eyes are locked on mine, hungry and eager. I stand at the foot of the bed, my cock already hard and ready. "Stay just like that," I command, my voice firm. She nods, her breath coming in short, eager pants. I can see the shudder that runs through her as she awaits my next move. I take my time, letting the tension build. I want her to feel every second, to anticipate every touch. I kick off my pants and boxers, now completely naked. She watches me, her eyes roaming over my body, taking in every detail. I can see the desire in her eyes, the need to be filled, to be taken. I step closer to the bed, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I position myself between her legs, my hands on her thighs, spreading her wider. She gasps, her body arching slightly, her pussy clenching. I can see the wetness, the heat, and I know she's ready. But I want more. I want her to beg, to scream, to shatter. I lean down, my breath hot on her skin. I can smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating. I trace a line up her inner thigh with my tongue, tasting her, savoring her. She moans, her body shuddering, her hips lifting slightly, seeking more. I smile, my breath hot on her skin. I can feel her tremble, her body begging for more. I stand up, my cock poised at her entrance. She looks up at me, her eyes wild with desire. "Please," she whimpers, her body pushing back against me. I tease her, just the tip, rubbing it against her clit. She moans, her body trembling. "Please," she begs again, her voice a desperate plea. I smile, my hand wrapping around her hip, holding her in place. She looks back at me, her eyes pleading, her body shaking with need. There's a thick splat of piss in the sink from her earlier. She watches me as I open the toilet seat. The toilet flushes, and I shake off the last few drops. I kick the toilet seat up with my foot and grip my cock in my fist. I feel a rush of pleasure as I hear her gasp at the sight, both aural and visual. I step closer to her, my cock throbbing. I look down at her, her eyes filled with lust and submission. I spit on my cock to lube it up, and I can feel the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, and I know I'm not going to last long. Her eyes widen as she watches me stroke my cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knows what's coming, and she wants it. I can see it in her eyes, in the way her body trembles, in the way her pussy clenches, eager for release. I step closer, my cock poised at her entrance. She looks up at me, her eyes wild with desire. "Please," she whimpers, her body pushing back against me. I tease her, just the tip, rubbing it against her clit. She moans, her body trembling. "Please," she begs again, her voice a desperate plea. But I haven't come to fuck her. Not yet. I want to mark her. To brand her. To take her to a place she's never been before. I step back, my cock still hard, still eager. She looks up at me, confusion in her eyes. I smile, a dark, dangerous smile. "Not yet," I say, my voice a low growl. She watches as I walk to the bathroom sink, turn the water on full blast and aim my cock at the draining hole. She watches in fascinated horror as the yellow stream of piss hits the sink, a strong and steady stream that fills the sink up and then drains it out. She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving my cock. I can see the hunger in her eyes, the desire to be filled, to be taken. I turn off the faucet, my cock still hard, still eager. I walk back to the bed, my eyes locked on hers. She knows what's coming, and she wants it. I can see it in her eyes, in the way her body trembles, in the way her pussy clenches, eager for release. I position myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. She looks up at me, her eyes wild with desire. "Please," she whimpers, her body pushing back against me. I tease her, just the tip, rubbing it against her clit. She moans, her body trembling. "Please," she begs again, her voice a desperate plea.

After reaching an amazing climax she falls back and demands that I lick all my cum out of her pussy. She then tells me to put on her stained panties.

I lean down, my breath hot on her skin, my cock still hard and ready. "You want it all out, don't you?" I murmur, my tongue tracing a line up her inner thigh. She shudders, her body arching towards me. "Yes," she breathes, her voice desperate. "I want it all. I want every last drop." I smile, my lips brushing against her pussy, teasing her. She moans, her hips lifting, trying to force more contact. I chuckle, my tongue flicking out, tasting her, tasting us. She tastes of sweat and sex, a heady mix that goes straight to my cock. I lap at her, my tongue sliding into her, licking out my release, licking out her desire. She moans, her body writhing, her hands gripping the sheets. I can feel her tremble, her body on the edge, her orgasm building. I want to push her over, to make her scream, to make her beg. I slide two fingers into her, curling them, finding that spot that makes her gasp. She bucks against my hand, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits. I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, her body milking them, her release coating them. I lick her clean, my tongue sliding over her clit, over her lips, over her entrance, cleaning her, tasting her, savoring her. She collapses back onto the bed, her body spent, her breath coming in short gasps. I stand up, my cock still hard, still eager. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. She reaches down, grabbing her panties from the floor, the ones she was wearing earlier, the ones stained with her arousal. She throws them at me, a wicked smile on her face. "Put them on," she commands, her voice hoarse. I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "You want me to wear your panties?" I ask, a challenge in my voice. She nods, her smile never wavering. "Yes," she says, her voice steady. "I want to see you in them. I want to see you wear something of mine." I pick up the panties, the fabric soft and damp against my fingers. I step into them, pulling them up my legs, over my hips, and I'm surrounded by her scent. I can feel the dampness against my cock, the fabric sliding against my skin, a strange sensation that goes straight to my head. She watches me, her eyes roaming over my body, taking in the sight of me in her panties. She licks her lips, her eyes darkening with desire. "Fuck, that's hot," she murmurs, her voice a low purr. I smile, my hand wrapping around my cock, stroking it through the fabric. She watches me, her breath coming in short gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. "Come here," she commands, her voice firm. I step closer to the bed, my cock throbbing in her panties, my body eager for more. She reaches out, her hand wrapping around my neck, pulling me down to her. Her lips crash against mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth, her kiss hungry and demands. I can feel her desire, her need, her hunger. And I know I'm going to feed it. I’m going to feed it until she's screaming, until she's begging, until she's shattered into a million pieces. The scent of her panties fills the air, the sight of her body spread out before me, the taste of her on my lips. It's all too much. I need more. I need to push her further, to make her scream, to make her beg. "You want more, don't you?" I murmur against her lips, my hand wrapping around her throat, not squeezing, just holding. She nods, her body pressing against mine, her hips lifting, seeking more. "Yes," she breathes, her voice desperate. "I want more. I want everything." "You know the rules" I say, pushing her hair back from her face. Her eyes are barely focused, lost in the haze of lust. "Tell me. Tell me what you want. Be specific. I want to hear it. I want to hear you beg for it." She swallows hard, her body trembling with anticipation. "I want you to fuck me," she says, her voice steady, sure. "Not good enough. Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me where you want me to fuck you. Tell me how you want me to fuck you. Tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to hear it all. I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you scream for it. I want to hear you shatter for it. And then I want you to do it all over again. And again. And again. Until you can't take anymore. Until you're begging me to stop. Until you're begging me to make it stop. Until you're begging me to make it all go away. And then I'm going to start all over again. And again. And again. Until you're screaming. Until you're begging. Until you're shattered. Until you're mine. Until you're mine. Until you're mine. Until you're mine." She listens to my voice, my words, my commands, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes filled with lust and submission. She swallows hard, her body shaking with anticipation. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to shove your cock deep in my ass and make me scream. I want you to grab my hair and pull it while you fuck my ass. I want you to slap my ass while you fuck it. I want you to make me beg for more. I want you to make me beg for it to stop. I want you to make me beg for you to make it all go away. I want you to make me beg for you to start all over again. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me again. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me harder. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me deeper. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me faster. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me slower. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I scream. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I beg. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I shatter. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I'm yours. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I'm yours. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I'm yours. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I'm yours. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I'm yours. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I'm yours. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I'm yours. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I'm yours. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I'm yours." She takes a deep breath, her body shaking, her eyes filled with lust and submission. "I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to make me scream. I want you to make me beg. I want you to make me shatter. I want you to make me yours."

She begged and begged for me to fuck her in the ass so finally is spit on my penis and slowly enter her asshole. She was delighted and I thought her tight hole was the best I've ever had.

I spit onto my cock, the saliva glistening as I stroke it, coating every inch. She watches, her eyes wide, her breath hitched. I position myself behind her, the head of my cock pressing against her tight hole. She presses back against me, eager, desperate. I tease her, rubbing the tip against her, feeling her clench and release. I slide in just the tip, feeling her stretch around me. She moans, a low, guttural sound of pleasure and pain. I push in a little more, feeling her resistance, feeling her give way. She gasps, her body tense, her fists clenched in the sheets. "Relax," I murmur, my hand stroking her back, her hip, her ass. "Let me in, baby. Let me fill you up." She takes a deep breath, her body relaxing slightly, and I slide in a little more. She moans, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. I lean down, my chest pressed against her back, my lips at her ear. "You're so tight," I murmur, my voice a low growl. "You feel so fucking good." She shudders, her body clenching around me, her breath hitching. I can feel her desire, her need, her hunger. I slide in a little more, feeling her stretch, feeling her give way. She moans, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. "More," she begs, her voice a desperate plea. "Give me more." I slowly pull her hips up towards me and then I feel her spasm around me. She lets out a long, low moan and pushes back. I bite her neck hard enough to leave a bruise. "Fuck," she gasps, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You're so deep. You're so fucking deep." I handle her hair, tugging it back gently, forcing her to arch her back, forcing her to take more of me. She moans, a low, guttural sound of pleasure and pain. I can feel her body clenching around me, her body trying to push me out, her body trying to take more of me. I slide my hand down her back, my fingers tracing the line of her spine, my thumb rubbing circles on her lower back. She shudders, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. "You feel so good," I murmur, my voice a low growl. "You're so tight. You're so fucking perfect." I thrust into her again, hard and fast, and she screams, her body convulsing, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast. I can feel her body milking me, her body trying to pull me deeper, her body trying to push me out. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, holding her in place, forcing her to take every inch of me. She screams again, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her, her body shaking with the force of it. "Again," I command, my voice firm, my voice demanding. "Come again. Come for me. Come on my cock." She moans, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I can feel her body building, her body reaching for another release. I slide my hand around her hip, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it, teasing it, coaxing her orgasm. She screams, her body convulsing, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast. I can feel her body milking me, her body trying to pull me deeper, her body trying to push me out.

She said "that was wonderful now come with me to the bathroom , I need to pee. She sat and I knelled in front of her with my chin on the seat. I watched her go and had an uncontrollable urge to drink her piss and I did. She was delighted.

She looks down at me, her eyes a mix of surprise and excitement. "You did that?" she asks, her voice breathy. I nod, my chin still resting on the toilet seat, my eyes locked onto hers. She stands up, her body trembling slightly, and I can see the wetness on her thighs, the evidence of her desire and my actions. She steps back, her hips pressing against the sink, and she looks at me, her eyes dark with lust. "Clean me up," she commands, her voice firm. I stand up, my cock still hard, still eager. I grab a towel, the soft fabric rough against my fingers, and I kneel down in front of her. I start at her ankles, my tongue tracing a line up her calf, her knee, her thigh. She shudders, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. I can taste her, taste us, a heady mix that goes straight to my cock. I slide my hands up her thighs, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, holding her in place. My tongue finds her pussy, licking and teasing, cleaning her, tasting her, savoring her. She moans, her hips lifting, trying to force more contact. I chuckle, my tongue sliding into her, licking out her desire, licking out my release. She grips my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, holding me in place, forcing me to take more of her. I can feel her body building, her body reaching for another release. I slide two fingers into her, curling them, finding that spot that makes her gasp. She bucks against my hand, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits. I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, her body milking them, her release coating them. I lick her clean, my tongue sliding over her clit, over her lips, over her entrance, cleaning her, tasting her, savoring her. She collapses back against the sink, her body spent, her breath coming in short gasps. I stand up, my cock throbbing, my body eager for more. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. "I want more," she murmurs, her voice a low purr. "I want you to fuck me again. I want you to make me scream. I want you to make me beg. I want you to make me shatter. I want you to make me yours." She takes a deep breath, her body shaking, her eyes filled with lust and submission. "Fuck me," she says, her voice steady, sure. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Fuck me fast. Fuck me slow. Fuck me until I scream. Fuck me until I beg. Fuck me until I shatter. Fuck me until I'm yours."

I can't seem to get another erection after all our fucking. She gets irate and says that she's going to put me in a chastity cage so no one else can have me. In return I'm going to fuck you with my strap-on. She fucks me until I'm in so much pain that I beg her to stop. She goes on fucking me until she has another climax.

I stare down at my limp cock, a sense of frustration washing over me. She follows my gaze, her expression shifting from satisfaction to irritation. "What the fuck?" she growls, her eyes narrowing. "You can't be serious." I shrug, a helpless gesture. "I can't help it. You've worn me out." She scoffs, her hands planting on her hips. "Worn you out? I should wear you out more. I should make sure no one else gets to enjoy this." She gestures to my cock, her lips curling in a sneer. I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "And how do you plan to do that?" She smirks back, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Chastity cage. It's the only way to keep you in line." I chuckle, a low, dark sound. "And what do I get in return?" She grins, a slow, predatory smile. "Me. On top of you. Riding you. Fucking you with my strap-on." She turns and strides over to her drawer, pulling out a leather harness and a massive silicone cock. She straps it on, the sight making my breath hitch. She's grinning, her eyes gleaming with lust and malice. She positions me on the bed, my ass resting on her thighs, my legs spread wide. She spits on the silicone cock, coating it, making it glisten. She presses the head against my hole, a cruel smile on her face. "Ready?" she asks, her voice a low purr. I nod, a mix of anticipation and fear coursing through me. She pushes in, slow and steady, her eyes locked onto mine. I gasp, the pain intense, the burn overwhelming. She slides deeper into me. She starts to move, her hips rolling, her cock sliding in and out of me. I grit my teeth, the pain a sharp, burning sensation. She leans down, her lips at my ear. "Beg," she commands, her voice a low growl. "Beg me to stop." I shake my head, a defiant gesture. She chuckles, a dark, cruel sound. She slams into me, hard and fast, her cock hitting that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars. I cry out, the pain too much, the pleasure too intense. "Please," I gasp, my voice a desperate plea. "Stop. Please, stop." She ignores my pleas, her hips moving faster, her cock pounding into me. She moans, her body tensing, her orgasm building. She grips my hips, her fingers digging into my flesh, holding me in place as she fucks me harder, deeper, faster. I can feel her body tensing, her breath hitching, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast. She screams, her body convulsing, her cock pulsing inside me as she comes.

She finally pulled out and I'm in pain. You're a nymphomaniac! I can't meet all your sex needs. Fine I make you my cuckold sissy slave.

She pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. The pain is a harsh reminder of her dominance, a stark contrast to the pleasure that had been building. She stands up, her strap-on glistening with a mix of lube and my sweat. She towers over me, her eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and malice. The room is heavy with the scent of sex and exertion, the air thick with tension. "You're right," she says, her voice cool and calculated. "I can't expect you to meet all my needs. Not when I have so many." She strides to her closet, her hips swaying with a confident swagger. She returns with a small, black box. She opens it, revealing a shiny, metallic chastity cage. The sight of it sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of dread and dark excitement. "You're going to be my little sissy slave," she declares, her voice firm. "Locked away, unable to satisfy anyone but me. You'll watch as I bring other men into our bed, as I fuck them with this strap-on. You'll clean up after us, taste our mingled releases, and beg for more." She kneels down, the cold metal of the cage pressing against my skin. She secures it, the click of the lock echoing in the silent room. I look down, seeing my cock trapped, helpless. She stands up, a satisfied smirk on her face. "I'm going to dress you up, make you presentable for our guests. You're going to serve us, pleasure us, and beg for our attention. And if you're a good little slave, maybe, just maybe, I'll let you out to play." She turns, her hips swaying as she walks back to her closet. She returns with a lacy, black teddy, the kind meant for a woman. She tosses it to me, a cruel smirk on her face. "Put it on," she commands, her voice leaving no room for argument. "It's time to make you my little cuckold sissy slave." She stands over me, her arms crossed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She watches as I struggle into the teddy, the lace rough against my skin. She laughs, a low, mocking sound, as I finally manage to get it on. She circles me, her fingers tracing the lace, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "Perfect," she purrs, her voice a low hum. "Now, let's find you something to do. Maybe you can start by cleaning up this mess." She gestures to the bed, the sheets rumpled and stained with our combined efforts. She turns, her hips swaying as she walks away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the harsh reality of my new role. I look down at the teddy, at the chastity cage, and I take a deep breath. This is my life now, my role. And as much as it hurts, as much as it humiliates, there's a dark part of me that thrills at the thought.