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Again, she told me to relax as the pinching and squeezing subsided. I told her that the squeezing hurt badly.
"Oh, did it?" she replied. "Just lay back and I'll take care of it." The handjob sped up to normal speed and my penis became very erect again.
"Thanks." I said as I laid bak to feel the good sensations. Then the gentle ball squeeze started. The handjob sped up more and more. It was stroking me faster than I could possibly have moved my hand. I could feel my orgasm building. My balls began to tighten and I gave myself the mental OK to cum. Just before the first contraction.... WHAM! My balls were being painfully squeezed, and both ends of my dick were pinched so tightly that nothing could pass through. It hurt so badly that I curled up into the fetal position and moaned. The pinching and squeezing subsided.
"That was fun," my wife stated. "Did you think that I would let you cum without eating it? Didn't you notice that I didn't have a cup at your dick? You will eat your next 1000 orgasms. I estimate thats how many times you asked me for a blowjob." With that, she pulled out a cup and set it on my stomach. Then she handcuffed my hands to the headboard and said "stay hear, I want to go get dinner ready." As she leaned over to kiss me, she laid her hand on the bikini and then left the room.
As soon as she walked out, the ball squeeze started. It squeezed and pulled and masaged as my erection again grew. Then the blow job started. It sucked as my nuts were squeezed. As it sucked in and out, I could feel my wife's lips pulling me in. I closed my eyes and imagined my wife's head bobbing up and down as the bikini sucked on me. As I started to hump in time with the sucking, the suction increased to a force that I had never fealt before. Again, I knew That I was about to orgasm... So did he bikini. It grabbed my balls and pinched my dick as I pulled my legs up top try to protect myself. As my dick softened, the squeezing and pinching subsided. I relaxed for a moment, and then the gentle ball squeze started again. That bitch programmed the bikini to continue to torture me to near orgasm repeatetely. This time, the fucking sensation started. It fucked me like my wife had never done it before. It squeezed my dick and pulled and sucked and carressed like a superhuman pussy. Again, I neared orgasm, and again I was shut down and denied. This continued for what fealt like an eternity. It cyclyed from handjob to blowjob to fucking at least three times. My wife returned with a little smile on her face. "Enjoy yourself?" she quipped. "Lets fix this before dinner." With that, she came over and touched the bikini. All of the sensations started. I was again getting a handjob/blowjob/fuck while my balls were being squeezed. As my orgasm neared, my wife pointed my dick into the cup and I shot my load. I couldn't believe how much came out, being my second orgasm. The handjob and fucking stopped, but again, my balls were squeezed and the sucking continued. "No sense in leaving anything in there." my wife said. Then it all stopped. My wife caught the last dribble and then held the cup to my lips. I gagged as I swallowed and thought to myself 998 to go. She uncuffed me and rubbed my wrists.
As I relaxed, she laid her head on my chest and talked about how good that must have fealt because so much semen came out. She kissed my cheek and we both relaxed for a while. My penis shunk down to a very small shriveled stub. My wife put her hand on it and said "He looks tired." She pushed my penis into my body so that only the head was sticking out. I barely fealt it since it had been so used in the previous sessions. Then she touched the bikini and let go of my dick. It stayed there! All pushed into my body except for the head. It didn't hurt, but boy did it look silly. She put her hands over my balls and pushed them flat against my crotch, touched the bikini and let go. My balls were now stuck up against my body, too. "we'll sleep this way tonight." she said. "Then your dick won't be sticking me in the back as we cuddle."
After relaxing a few minutes, I told her I had to pee. She reached down and said "OK, but we need to do some adjusting first." My dick and balls were released from being pushed into my body. I didn't get hard, but did return to a normal relaxed length. She took the head of my peins and stretched it a little, and then pushed it down curving it along my pubis until the tip was near my anus. When she let go, of course it stayed in that position. "Oh. You're wondering why I did that? Well, you see, I'm tired of cleaning the pee from the toilet seat and rim. This way, you have to sit down to pee, or you'll be peeing down your leg. Now go to the toilet and see how it works." I sat down and pissed like a woman. "There, that wasn't so bad," she said. "By the way, I have programmed the bikini to sense whenever you have to pee. In this house, when you need to pee, your penis will automatically be pulled into this position. When you finish peeing, it will give you a little shake and wring the last drop from the tip of your dick. Then it will allow your penis to return to its original state." As she said that, sure enough, it shook the end of my dick and squeezed out the last drop. Then all sensations were removed and my dick returned to a relaxed position.
"Dinner should be ready soon. Lets go downstairs and set the table," she said. As I went to my dresser she said, "No, I want you to stay naked." No problem, I thought as we went down. |
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