Bets Maid

"Exactly!" she said gleefully and he looked over his shoulder, watching with confusion as she massaged more of the tingling lube into her straining cock.

"But you won't feel anything!" he protested, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he watched the smirk form on her face.

"I will! Not as much, but I will! Really it just means I'm going to last hooours... So I hope you're in the mood for a marathon!" she giggled gleefully and Luke realised just how much of an error he had made, part of him was hit with fear, another part with anticipation.

"L-like I have a choice?" he said, as she leaned down, her bare heavy breasts pressing and rubbing against his back as she kissed him gently behind the ear, her voice a hungry whisper.

"That's the spirit..."

With that, the tip of her cock found his little hole and her domination began, her rock hard cock head pressing against his slick hole, her entire length coated in the tingly, numbing lube.

He gasped and arched his back, the sudden pressure against his body stunning, he tried to push up with his knees but her not inconsiderable weight settled on him, pinning him as she purred in his ear, red painted lips kissing at him, her breath hot on his skin as her hips skillfully tracked the movement of his, her tip struggling to press into his relaxed hole, but drawing closer.

Like a dog she wrapped her arms around and under him, firmly holding Luke in place as her eager cock lined up with its mark, pressing forward again and again until, finally, the head slipped in, drawing a breathless gasp from him, the intrusion a sudden assault on the senses as she moaned in his ear, her breasts firmly pressed to his back as she shivered at the pleasure, despite the lube's numbing effects.

"Ooh fuck that's good..." Lucille moaned as she let him adjust to the girth now stretching him before she would continue her conquest, enjoying the mental and physical domination of her master maybe a little too much, but she could hardly be blamed, he had after all almost sold her, this would be pretty damn cathartic.

"A-ah, Lucille, you're so big!" he whimpered under her and she couldn't help but giggle a little as she kissed his head, her nose buried in his lush hair.

"Aw, sweetie, that's just the tip, come on, let's have some real fun!"

With that the acclimatization period was seemingly over, her grip on him strengthened, her hands moving up under his arms to grip his shoulders as she drove herself forward and down, pressing him into the sheets as her cock sank into him.

He gasped sharply, his back arching down against the quilts as he felt everything inside him move out the way to make room for her huge cock, he felt like he was being split in two but, against all expectations there was virtually no pain. Discomfort, but no pain.

She bit her full lip, staining her perfect teeth with her lipstick as she began to hammer her cock home, driving it into his ass with wanton abandon, the old wood of the antique bed beneath them creaking obscenely in recognition of their lewd consummation.

Once he had caught his breath, lost in the feeling of her steeled shaft gliding in and out of his tightness, able to distinguish each and every vein as they passed in and out of his body, he became more and more vocal, his airless gasps turning into whimpers, moans and eventually shouts.

She grinned, panting hard, enjoying how each of her thrusts into the hot piece of ass beneath her was punctuated by a burst of noise from him, her actions synced with his breathing to ensure no opportunities to make him squeal and squirm were missed.

It didn't take long before their bodies were slick with sweat, the pleasure each of them were deriving intense despite fresh applications of her numbing lube.

To save herself from essentially doing pushups on his body all night she was quick to urge him up into a kneeling position, propping him up with the lavish pillows she kept waiting around.

He'd looked surprised as he'd turned over a pillow to find a pair of fluffy handcuffs, but she had taken them from him, setting them aside for later.

In doggy style, his back arched down, beads of sweat traced down from his butt to his back, her hands roughly squeezing and playing with his gorgeous cheeks, as she ploughed her bound cock into him time and time again. With the ring, lube, her sheer drive and natural stamina he had no doubt that by the time she was done he would be in no state to return the favour, at least not today.

As time flowed by in a blur, Luke felt the discomfort all but vanish, a hot throbbing deep within him not just coming from her engorged member but from his own core, a building pleasure that came to him torturously slow. Desperate to feel it, to experience it, despite the ravished state he was in he began to push back against her, weakly at first but soon growing in confidence and strength.

Lucille couldn't help but smile as she looked down at her lover and master, his tiny hole stretched wide to welcome her throbbing cock, no longer suffering, or merely enduring but actively taking part in his lewd loss of virginity.

Finally, Lucille pulled out, the sudden absence of her cock a bizarrely foreign sensation to Luke as he flopped on the bed, panting and groaning, wondering if, in his lust induced stupor he had missed her climax, or if, maybe, she had even run out of stamina.

He felt hands on him, moving him, repositioning him and he felt something soft and fluffy against his wrists, blinking his eyes open, he had been rolled onto his back, the sheets beneath him less welcoming as they had been initially, wet with the slickness of his skin, wearily he looked up, jerking his arms slightly he realised his wrists had been handcuffed, the fluffy cuffs from before prominent around his wrists, a bar of intricate steel gridded headboard entwined in it, keeping his hands pinned above him.

He looked back to Lucille who merely winked playfully, leaning in to kiss at his chest, catching a nipple briefly between her teeth, drawing a whimpering gasp from him before she positioned herself between his thighs, easily sinking her cock into the moulded sheath that was his ass.

He arched his back as his body once more began to bounce, in rhythm to her thrusts, his body defenseless, his pleasure mounting as she rutted him like an animal, driving her hips forward time and time again, her heavy, full and desperate nuts bouncing against his cheeks as she kept his legs lifted over her shoulders, her half lidded eyes on his face, marveling in his expressions of wonder as she took him, her full breasts, hanging down slightly from her body as she leaned over him swaying to her thrusts.

Again time stretched as their lovemaking continued, her cock straining and pulsing with pleasure that ebbed and flowed, drawing nearer and nearer to the point of no return, pounding him into a sexual submission that she hoped would last longer than this single marathon session.

His ass felt so good around her cock as she tilted her head back, letting the beat of the music permeating the room into her soul as she matched her rhythm to the song, his walls were so hot and tight around her, squeezing and massaging her cock with each delve into him.

Luke panted and whimpered, his voice hoarse, his body exhausted, numb even, each bounce of his smaller frame against her curves draining more and more energy from him, but against the rising exhaustion, pleasure rose to match it, something inside him that had been straining for release suddenly managed to peek out, causing him to jerk his body up against Lucille's.

He wanted to reach down, to jack himself off in the sudden moment of climax that washed over his body and mind, but despite his attempts, his restraints held, the fluffy handcuffs forcing him to cum hands-free.

Lucille, lost in her own little world gasped in surprise as the pleasure around her meaty, steely shaft intensified, his ass milking her cock as each pulse of his climax made his walls clamp down on her, squeezing her intensely.

She looked down, chewing her full lip as his cock, hard against his stomach pulsed, his voice coming out in high pitched gasps as rope after rope of his own sticky seed splashed against his torso, his cock cumming without ever being touched.

The lewdness of the view and the pleasure of his ass gripping her cock was more than enough to push her quickly towards the edge, no longer striving to last longer but instead pushing herself to finish alongside him.

She felt the pleasure in her mount into the tipping point, so desperate for release but hampered by the tight ring around the base of her cock. After a few more hard, powerful thrusts she pulled her cock free of the writhing body beneath her, fingers quickly slipping under the lube slick rubber ring around the base of her cock, whipping it off and allowing her climax to overwhelm her.

Her hands wrapped around the slick wet length of her hot throbbing cock, fingers flying up and down her veined shaft as her mind whited in the bliss of climax.

Luke panted hard, his orgasm dying as a few last drops of cum dribbled from the tip of his cock onto his stomach, his breath coming hot and hard. As his mind returned to him, he noticed the distinct absence of her cock in his ass, his lips parted as he panted he opened his weary eyes, just in time to see her cock twitch and throb in her hands, her mouth open, tongue lolling as the first rope of cum burst from her bobbing cock, joined by a cry of pleasure from her he felt it land across his neck and chest.

He bit his lip and closed his eyes as she watched him, watched him brace for her thick ropes of cum as they lashed across his body in a crisscross of sticky domination.

He felt her cum land on his face, his neck, his chest, his stomach and his softening cock, each pulse aimed by her to coat him in as much of her cum as she could, his own comparably diminutive load lost under the searing quantity of her own.

He whimpered softly as she moaned out, stroking her now wilting cock, the last few strands of her cum lazily flowing from her cock to pool in his navel. Gently she reached up and, with a moist thumb wiped a strand of cum that had fallen across one of his eyes, smirking lovingly as he blinked open his eyes, meeting her gaze.

"That was amazing Luke..." she said, barely audible over the thumping of the music.

Swallowing softly he half smiled, feeling exhausted and wanting only to sleep, his body needing to recover from what he had endured, "Y-yeah it was... Can... Can you untie me now?"

Giggling a little Lucille nodded softly, looking down at his cum coated form as she leaned over, reaching for the cuffs, picking up the key from the mattress beside her.

As she did, however, her softening cock trailed gently up his belly, picking up some of her cum.

She blushed and bit her lip, eying him for a moment before she set the key down, shuffling her hips forward until the tip of her cock, coated in her own cum was offered just before his lips.

"...As soon as we've cleaned up," she said with a sly little smirk, pushing her semi-hard cock between his lips, letting him taste her cum, eliciting a moan from him.

She glanced down at his drenched body, by the time she had finished 'helping' him clean up with her cock, she thought, she'd probably be ready to go again. She smiled that would still just technically count as one turn, right?