Future of Porn

My husband sat back, arms crossed and stared at me. His look was not making me feel any better. My mind was running at warp speed trying to come up with something to say and I couldn’t. My face was scarlet and felt like it was burning.

“Well?”

“Honey, don’t be angry at me. Nothing happened.”

“I wouldn’t say my wife standing naked with two men nothing.”

“I can explain.”

“You already said that, Beth and I really want to hear your explanation. I really do, but I am slightly pissed off at you.”

“I understand, honey. It was really nothing. Marilyn, um, sort of dared me to, um, get naked in the car and, ah, I did it and then, um, she dared me to get out and let her take some pictures. And, ah, we didn’t see these, um; drivers coming up and they caught me naked. And, I sort of, um, posed with them so I could get my coat back and leave. It really wasn’t my fault, honey, really.”

“So, you are telling it me that it is Marilyn’s fault that you are running around naked letting other men see you?”

“Well, no, ah, it isn’t really her fault. I mean she dared me to do it, but I guess I did it. She, ah, didn’t make me or anything, I did it. I am really sorry, honey.”

“Beth, what did you get out of this? Were you embarrassed?”

“Yes.”

“What else, Beth? Were you excited when you got caught?”

“I was scared, but then I guess, ah, I got a little excited.”

“Do you like being naked, Beth?”

I blushed even more and I couldn’t help looking at that damn picture of me naked on the computer screen.

“I suppose at times I like being naked, honey. I mean, ah, it can be sexy.”

“Do you like feeling sexy, Beth?”

“Yes, at times I like it.”

My husband looked at me. He looked me up and down. Then with a stern expression on his face he spoke.

“Take off your clothes, Beth.”

I just stared at him. When he didn’t say anything else, only lifting an eyebrow, I began to unbutton my blouse. I didn’t want to but I would do anything at this point to make up with my husband. I undid all the buttons and pulled it out of my slacks and off. I folded it and laid it on the other chair. I slipped off my sandals, the ones I had on in the car and then undid my slacks. I looked at him, begging him with my eyes. He didn’t smile at me. I sighed and pushed my slacks down, having to jump a little to get them over my feet. My face was so hot! Even if he was my husband and had seen me naked many times before, this was different. It wasn’t undressing for bed. It was a cold, calculated stripping of my body.

I began to sniffle. I was feeling very ashamed. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, slowly slipping it off. It joined my slacks and blouse on the chair.

“Please honey, I’m sorry, so sorry.”

“The panties, Beth.”

I sobbed softly. This wasn’t like my husband. This was another man that I didn’t know.

I hooked my thumbs in my underpants and pushed them down. Tears were trickling down my cheeks. I slipped my feet out of them and bent to pick them up. I clutched them in front of my pussy, feeling very vulnerable. My husband nodded at the chair and with a whimper I added my underpants to the pathetic pile of my clothes. I put one hand in front of my pussy and crossed the other arm over my breasts. It was foolish, I know, but he wasn’t acting like my husband.

“Hands at your sides.”

I forced myself to lower my hands and keep them at my sides. I was trembling. I was feeling those tingles in my nipples and pussy. I was such a bitch.

“Do you like being naked, Beth?”

“No.”

“Your nipples tell a different story, Beth. They look very hard. And I bet your pussy is wet, isn’t it?”

I didn’t answer. I knew how hard my nipples were, I could feel them. And I wasn’t going to tell him if my pussy was wet, even if it was. I was totally humiliated, standing naked, even if it was my husband who was looking at me. This wasn’t a seduction; it was just a casual stripping.

“I think perhaps you really do like being naked, Beth. I have to think on this for a while. In the meantime, I want you to go upstairs and get all your bras. Then you can throw them away. I don’t think you’ll need them anymore.”

“But, honey..”

“Do as you are told, Beth. NOW!”

I scurried up the stairs after I had grabbed the bra I had been wearing. Sniffling with tears trickling down my cheeks I gathered up my bras and scurried back downstairs.

“Honey, please..”

“In the garbage, Beth, all of them.”

Mournfully, I walked to the garbage can in the kitchen.

“Not there. In the large container in the garage.”

I opened the garage door off the kitchen and walked naked to the garbage container. I lifted the top and wrinkled my nose at the smell. I looked back and my husband was watching me. I sighed and dropped my bras in the container. Then I walked back to the door. He stepped back, and as I passed he swatted my ass, making me shriek and jump.

“That’s for not obeying, Beth.”

I walked through the kitchen naked with my husband following me. I was not sure if I knew him anymore. I was embarrassed and nervous. He made me stay naked all that night. Every time I crossed my legs he made me uncross them so his view of my pussy was not impeded in any way. I felt so humiliated even if it was really my fault. I wasn’t comfortable at all. I also felt pretty guilty as if I had cheated on him. I hadn’t. All of my adventures so far had not resulted in adultery. Letting some one see me naked was one thing. Letting some one have sex with me was another and it was a line I hadn’t crossed. Finally he let me go to bed. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I wasn’t that comfortable either. He wasn’t acting like my loving husband. This was a different man. He stayed up later than I did and I woke up when he came to bed. I tried to hug and hold him but he turned his back on me, leaving me facing his back. I had also put on a nightgown, but he made me take it off so I was naked once more.

The next morning I woke up to hear the shower running. I got up and put on a robe, determined to make up with him. I went downstairs and made coffee and bacon and eggs for him. When he came downstairs he looked at me.

“Take off the robe.”

I almost started bawling, but bit my lip and removed it. He watched me put the bacon and eggs on a plate and carry it to him at the table. I went to sit down, but he made me stand by his chair, naked, while he ate. When he finished he looked at me once more.

“I can’t control what happens when I am at work, Beth, but when I come home you know how I expect to see you. Make sure I am not disappointed. And I won’t be calling you to tell you whether I will be late or on time or whether I am alone or with someone. Now you can walk me to the door.”

He stood and walked by me, leaving me to trail behind him to the front door. He opened it, stepped outside and turned to me. I was in the doorway, in plain sight of the street, scared to death that some one would drive or walk by. My husband bent and kissed me, then patted my bare ass and turned, walking to his car. I stood like a dummy and waved as he backed out of the driveway. Then I closed the door, my nipples erect and tingling.

I just leaned against the door bawling. Deep wracking sobs were wrenched out of me. Tears ran down my cheeks. I was ashamed and humiliated at how I had been treated and by how he expected me to be waiting for him. Marilyn called me perhaps an hour later.

“How are you Beth. Do you want to go on another drive?”

“NO.”

“Is something wrong?”

“NO.”

I wasn’t going to tell her anything. It would just make me feel more humiliated. I made some excuse to get her off the phone and went upstairs to dress. He might expect me to be naked when he got home, but that didn’t mean I had to stay naked all day. About half an hour later, the doorbell rang. I went up to the door seeing Marilyn standing there. I opened it. She walked in, looking at me. Looking at my red rimmed eyes.

“What’s wrong, Beth?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you well enough to know when something is wrong. Now tell me.”

I started to bawl. Marilyn came over, sat down and held me as I cried my eyes out. I finally calmed down.

“H-h-he knows.”

“He knows what?”

“H-h-he knows I was naked.”

“All right, who is he?”

“M-m-my husband.”

“Oh shit. What’s he saying?”

“Nothing other than he thinks I like being naked, Marilyn. He made me strip last night and stay naked all night. And then he made me take off my robe this morning and stand by him while he ate the breakfast I made for him.”

“I think he’s a little upset, Beth. How did he find out?”

“Those damn pictures that you emailed to me, Marilyn. He saw them. I don’t know how but he saw them.”

“How do you know?”

“He made me stand by the computer last night and showed me each and everyone of them. That’s when he told me to undress.”

“I don’t know what to say, Beth.”

“Just leave me alone, Marilyn. I think between you and I we have done enough for a while.”

Marilyn hugged me and after taking a long look at me, left me alone again. I sat alone in out house, alternately being upset with myself and angry with Marilyn and afraid of what my husband might do to me. I managed to put a roast in the oven and some potatoes to bake. I got a bottle of wine and put it in the fridge to cool. Soon it was close to five and I remembered what he had said to me. I went upstairs slowly and sniffling, I stripped naked. Then I went back downstairs to check on the roast. At his normal time to be home, he still hadn’t arrived. I just got more and more upset and nervous as I waited.

Finally just past 6:30PM I heard the car and the door slam shut. My husband walked inside with his briefcase and two packages. I felt really stupid, standing naked in front of him. He smiled at me and set down his case and the packages. Then he came up and kissed me, taking the opportunity to squeeze my ass. I still felt humiliated at having to be naked, even though his smile seemed to indicate that he might no longer be willing to kill me.

We ate a nice dinner, even if I was ashamed to be naked. He didn’t bring up my nakedness, just smiled as he gazed at my body. I kept alternately blushing and then relaxing as I ate. I blushed when his eyes bored into my body, but relaxed as we talked about his day. Everything seemed to be normal, except for my being naked. We talked more about my husband’s day after dinner. He said nothing about the packages he had brought home. I wanted to ask him but didn’t. He went into his home office and I guess he worked for a while. I don’t really know since he didn’t tell me and I didn’t ask.

Finally as it got dark outside, he came back into the living room and picked up the packages. He opened the first and handed me a top, one with spaghetti straps and very clinging. I just looked at him and when he smiled, I put it on. The second package held a thin pair of shorts. After he handed those to me and I put them on, I realized that they would hide not much. They clung to me also.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

I didn’t think other than how I would look in the top and shorts. I was embarrassed to be wearing them. I didn’t really want to go outside. My husband took my hand and led me outside and we walked down the street. I was happy to have clothes, even if they were skimpy and revealing, but I certainly didn’t want to be seen.

He led me out of out house and then to the left, down our street towards one of the main streets in town. I was nervous at how I was dressed, but with my husband with me I felt safe, sort of safe. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I was sure it was not going to be something that I was going to like.

We walked along, in silence. I was looking all around us making sure we were alone and no one else was nearby. My husband was just walking, occasionally smirking at me and my efforts to see if anyone was watching us. As we got closer to the main street I became more nervous. All I had on was the clinging top and the too small shorts. It wasn’t enough clothes for me.

As we came to the main street, Oak Street, my husband led me to a convenience store. I was not walking with him, but a little behind him. He took my hand and pulled me up beside him.

“Want a Coke, Beth? I do.”

I smiled at him. That would be nice.

“Sure honey, I am a little thirsty.”

He led me inside and we went to the cooler. He picked out two Cokes, opened them and we went back to the counter. I was sort of hiding behind him because of how I was dressed. He made me get up next to him.

“We want two Cokes, but I don’t have any money. Is there some way else we could pay you for them?”

My heart dropped and my stomach clenched. My eyes blurred over and my breathing came faster. I felt lightheaded. When I could focus again, the store clerks were looking at us.

“You need to pay for the Cokes, man.”

“I don’t have any money, but I am sure there is something we have that would pay for them.”

“What the hell do you mean?”

The guy, an older man with a beer belly and beard looked at my husband suspiciously. The other, a younger woman, stepped up and looked at my husband, then at me and started laughing.

“Don’t you get it?”

“Get what?”

“God are you dense!”

She looked at me. I shivered. Then she looked to my husband.

“The top for a Coke.”

My husband looked at me and nodded. I felt faint. He wouldn’t really expect me to take off my top. He wouldn’t!

“Look mister, you already opened them. I can’t take them back.”

“I know. She’ll pay for them.”

I knew what he meant. If possible, my face turned even redder. I looked at my husband and he smirked at me. I didn’t think anymore. He wanted someone to see me, I know he did. I shivered and grasped the bottom of the top.

“I don’t want to do this Rob.”

He said nothing. I pulled up the top, lifting my arms and baring my breasts. Then I pulled it over my head and lowered my arms, covering then baring my breasts again.

“Give it to him.”

I looked at the male clerk, at his smirk as he stared at my naked breasts. I hesitantly handed the top to him. He jerked it away from me and dropped it behind the counter. His smirk got even bigger. I felt his beady eyes burning holes in my breasts. If anything my face got even warmer and I was so humiliated!

“That will do for one coke, mister.”

Rob said nothing and I looked at the two clerks who were both smirking and staring at me.

“Rob, don’t make me do this.”

“I’m not making you do anything Beth.”

“Should I call the cops, lady?”

I shuddered, picturing myself topless when the police arrived. My hands went to the shorts and I pushed them down quickly and kicked them off. I bent and picked them up and handed them to the clerk also. I had my other hand clamped over my pussy. The clerk took my shorts and they disappeared behind the counter. Now the beady little eyes burned a hole into my pussy hair. Thank god I wasn’t shaved like some younger women!

“Move the hand lady.”

I began to cry, silently, tears leaking from my eyes but I moved my hand. Both the clerks looked me up and down, the girl laughing at me, the man staring hungrily. Rob made me turn around to let them see my ass. I was so embarrassed!

Even with the embarrassment and humiliation, my nipples were so hard. And I felt that telltale tingling in my pussy telling me that I was getting turned on. Rob finally relented.

“Let’s go Beth.”

“Rob! I’m naked!”

“Let’s go, Beth!”

I began to walk to the door, my breasts jiggling and I am sure that my ass was jiggling too. Rob walked behind me as I came to the door. I peeked out through the glass and there was only one car at the gas pumps. I slowly slipped outside and down the side of the building, Rob behind me and snickering as he watched me cover up my breasts and pussy with my hands. I was so flustered that I had even forgotten the coke that I had paid for with my naked body. I made the relative safety of the darkened street. I was petrified that someone would see me and scurried down the street until we came to a streetlight. I stopped dead, torn between running through the lighted area and not moving. Rob came up behind me.

“Hands down Beth.”

I just stared at him; open mouthed until he pulled my hands down and took one of them and just started walking. I was pulled behind him into the light. Completely exposed. Naked. Bare assed naked. And Rob did not seem to care.

I scurried faster through the light and as soon as we were in the dark again, Rob let go of my hand and I covered my nakedness once more. He let me walk like that until the next street light and then he just looked at me. I dropped my hands and without any prompting walked through the pool of light. It was like that all the way home. He let me cover in the dark, but in the light I had to be exposed. I was scared to death and tingling all over. I hated it. I loved it. It was late. No one drove by. No one came out of their house to scream at the naked woman. No one called the police.

We made it home.

Rob had me stand by the picture window as he turned on lights and dragged an easy chair over in front of it. The back of the chair faced the window.

“You didn’t mind Beth.”

He took one of my hands and pulled me up behind the chair. My belly was pushed against it and I was bent over the back. Rob’s strong hand clamped on my neck. My toes were just touching the floor. My breasts were dangling in the air.

CRACK!

I shrieked as Rob’s hand smacked my naked ass. I felt the burning heat from the blow and shrieked again as he smacked me once more.

“Shush Beth, do you want the neighbors to hear and watch this?”

I shrieked again as he whacked my ass once more and then, stupidly, not protesting his spanking, I stuffed my left hand in my mouth and bit down. I didn’t scream at him for the spanking. I just let him do it.

I bounced from one set of toes to the other as he spanked me, heating my ass up and turning it bright red. My feet kicked out on each side as he smacked each cheek alternately. I felt my breasts slapping on my chest and swinging in the air as I jerked back and forth. I also felt my ass heat up with each swat. I was crying. I was humiliated. I was hot!

Rob finally stopped spanking me and pulled me up. He pulled me to the side, turned the chair around and sat down.

“Get me out and sit on it, Beth.”

I had been rubbing my hot ass but as soon as he said that I hurriedly bent over, unzipped him and pulled him out. Without waiting I straddled his legs and holding him I centered him on me and sat. I felt my breath gush out as I was filled and I slumped against Rob. I was having trouble breathing. His hands clutched my cheeks and urged me up. Soon I was bouncing up and down on him, in clear view. I was naked and screwing my husband right in front of our picture window. I didn’t care. I was so turned on, both by being naked and by being spanked. My breasts were flopping up and down and Rob’s grip on my cheeks was almost painful, but I didn’t care. I screwed him until he came up me.

“Get up Beth, I don’t want my slacks stained.”

I lifted my head from his shoulder and blearily looked at him. Then I stood, trembling. I felt his sperm leak out of me and run down my leg. I felt dirty, shameless and very fulfilled, even if I hadn’t come.

Rob made me put the chair back where it had been and walked behind me up the stairs so he could see my ass and pussy. And the sperm that was still running down my legs. He told me to shower before I came to bed and that I wasn’t to masturbate in the shower.

When I had finished I came into our bedroom, naked, and walked to the bed. Rob was lying on his back.

“Clean me up, Beth.”

I knelt over him and sucked him clean. Not surprisingly, he got another erection. Which, again not surprisingly, I rode to another orgasm for him and my first. It was a knee trembler, an explosion. I felt as though I had run a marathon, but I was oh so satisfied. I noticed that he had opened the curtains on both bedroom windows and of course he had a lamp on. If anyone looked in, they could have seen me. I didn’t care.

“All right, it’s 10:05 p.m. and the game is in the bottom of the fifth inning, one out,” Ben said. “Let’s see if we can make it to the end of the game. All right, here’s the pitch — strike one. Play ball!”

Cori immediately went to work, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. He was still only semi-erect, but she felt his cock harden as her lips and tongue began their well-choreographed dance on his mushroom head.

“Ball!” Ben said. Cori immediately dropped down, taking his entire cock into her mouth. She held it there, not moving her head at all, stimulating him only with suction, her fluttering tongue and the warmth of her throat. “Ball two!” She stayed where she was, breathing comfortably through her nose. It was far easier to hold a cock in your throat for a long period of time than to take a vigorous throat fucking. When a guy was slamming his cock into your throat as hard as he could time after time, it could become hard to breathe and the gag impulse was stronger. Relatively speaking, this was easy for a pro like Cori.

Ben, thoroughly enjoying both the game and the service being provided by Cori, sat back and sipped his wine, occasionally looking down to watch his cock disappear into his sex toy’s mouth or to check out her ass, but mostly watching the game, which was tied 3-3 between the Braves and Dodgers. Ben was a pretty big Braves fan, as were most people in this town. The first batter — the Braves’ cleanup man — finally drew a walk, meaning Cori kept his cock in her throat during the time it took the batter to walk to first, the catcher to come out to the mound to talk to the pitcher and the next batter to step in the box. The first pitch was another ball and Ben’s cock remained deep inside its new home.

Having cum twice tonight already, Ben was in no rush to get off again. He had very good staying power and was confident that, with Cori’s help, he could maintain his erection but hold off his orgasm for at least most of the rest of the game, at which point he hoped to drill her pussy — the only orifice he had not cum inside yet today.

After the inning ended, Ben let Cori up to catch her breath and relax her jaws. He gave her some wine and then went upstairs to get some cold beer and some chips. He had no end table downstairs, so when the game resumed, he put Cori’s prone body to further use. He pulled her bound hands up into the small of her back and set the bowl of chips on one ass cheek and the bowl of dip on the other. He held the beer he was drinking and put a second cold beer in her bound hands.

The talented Miss Cori now seemed to be performing some sort of carnival act: “Come See The Incredible Sex Toy Serve Dinner With Both Hands Tied Behind Her Back And Her Face Filled With Cock!”

Ben wasn’t into ridiculously kinky stuff — that was Chad’s territory — but on occasion he loved to tie Cori up in some sort of light bondage. She was in no pain or discomfort now, but he loved the sight of her hands bound behind her back. He supposed it was something to do with having the power to do what he wanted to her and her submitting to him, but it was a power he would never abuse. He wouldn’t hurt her, but acting out the controlling fantasy was a major turn on. He liked sometimes to spread her legs and tie them to the bedposts or to tie her tits in soft scarves. He knew Chad got a bit wilder — too wild as far as Ben was concerned, but Cori assured him he had never hurt her — but light and seductive bondage worked just fine for Ben.

He also liked to fool around with toys from time to time and, since they were in no hurry, he decided to have some more fun. What good was a sex toy if you didn’t play with her? He had two strings upon which were tied four balls, designed specifically to be inserted into pussy or ass. Since he had two, double penetration made perfect sense.

While she continued her mouth exercises based on balls and strikes, he inserted the string with the thicker balls into her pussy, watching each of the balls pop inside her elastic snatch. The balls were large — about the size of golf balls — and filled her cunt nicely. When all four were inside, only about an inch of string was visible outside her pussy lips. It was knotted and had a loop in it to grab and pull out the balls.

The balls on the other string were just slightly smaller and he dipped these in some of his leftover wine to lubricate them. He poked them one by one into her ass until only the small tab of string was sticking out. He thought of her holes filled with those balls and was dying to see her try to walk.

At the next half-inning, he removed the chips, dip and beer from her body and asked her to go to the bathroom and retrieve her skirt for him. She stood up, her hands still tied behind her back, the two bits of string hanging out of her ass and pussy, and walked as naturally as possible across the room toward the bathroom. She heard Ben chuckle as she had to assume an exaggerated bowlegged stride to accommodate the cargo she was carrying in her ass and pussy. She made it to the bathroom without incident, but wasn’t sure how to pick up the skirt with bound hands.

“Bend over at the waist and pick it up with your teeth,” Ben instructed, sensing her indecision. As she bent over, he saw a metallic gold ball straining against her pussy lips and a silver one tucked just inside her asshole. To bend over far enough to pick up the skirt, she had to spread her legs out far to the side, keeping them straight, sort of like a giraffe bending over for a drink of water. With the metallic balls straining at her orifices, she presented quite a view.

She managed to grasp the skirt in her teeth and slowly stood back up, smiling and chuckling at herself, realizing how ridiculous she had to look. Ben was laughing, too, clearly enjoying the show and finding humor in her awkward movements. She was in no pain, so there was nothing sick or twisted about his enjoyment; it was funny, and they both knew it.

She returned with the skirt and Ben took it from her mouth. She realized he had just wanted to watch her walk, so she was a little surprised when he actually had a purpose for the skirt. He put it over her head, then had to stretch it to squeeze over her shoulders and then her breasts. Right under her breasts, he let the elastic go and hug her tight around the rib cage. This served two purposes: 1) it propped up her already firm tits even more, pushing them out and 2) it pinned her upper arms against her back. It was more about the look than any kind of actual restraint, but Ben liked what he saw.

The game came back on and they hurried back into positions, Cori sucking gently on his cock-head after the first pitch came in for a strike. It was now the top of the seventh inning and they had been at this for a little over 30 minutes. Feeling Cori’s tongue explore his pee-hole, looking at her unique bondage and thinking about the jumble of balls inside her was making it harder for Ben to hold out. He wasn’t sure he could make it to the end of the game.

“No break this half-inning,” Ben said. “It’s the seventh-inning stretch, so we need to do some stretching.” Cori didn’t answer, just kept sucking. When the inning was over, Ben told her what to do.

“Stick my cock in the side of your mouth,” he said. “I want to see it inside your cheek.” She did as instructed and he thrust upward, the head of his cock pushing against the inside of her cheek. “Yeah, it’s stretch time — let’s see how far we can stretch your cheeks.” Ben started fucking her cheek, ramming his cock in and out very fast and hard. Cori just relaxed her mouth and neck and let him use her mouth as he desired. He put his hand on her throat, not choking her, but holding her in place, running his fingers around and under her choker. He shoved his cock down her throat and felt her throat react to the intrusion.

Ben was about to lose control when the game came back on and a strike was called. He let go of Cori’s neck and she resumed her position on his cock-head, no bobbing, just licking and sucking. He did his best to focus on the game, trying not to think about what she was doing to him, but of course not wanting her to stop, either. The game, fortunately, was still tied and the Braves were mounting a rally, so it did hold his interest just enough to keep him on the verge instead of past it.

The Braves’ rally died and the game was still tied, heading to the eighth inning. It was now 11 and Cori was still going strong, nearly an hour into the blowjob. In between innings, Ben moved around to the other end of the couch so that he was sitting with her legs on his lap. She was still face down, hands and arms bound behind her.

“Spread your legs a bit, babe,” he said. “I think you have something stuck in your pretty pussy. Let me try to get it out for you.”

Cori spread her thighs, giving him an unobstructed view and pathway to her twat. Ben grabbed the string and pulled slowly on it, feeling the resistance as her pussy involuntarily hugged the balls inside her. He saw her lips spread open and the first ball begin to emerge. With a final tug, it popped out of her pussy with a soft, wet pop and, despite coming fresh off multiple orgasms, Cori gasped as she felt a fresh new volt of pleasure.

He continued pulling steadily as the second, third and finally fourth balls popped out of her pussy, which was now slick with fresh juices. The game began again before they could get to the balls in her ass, so Ben resumed his position, putting his cock back in her mouth. The Braves brought in a reliever who was throwing nothing but strikes, so Cori spent virtually the entire inning working over Ben’s cock head. It was a quick, three-up, three-down inning, and Ben went back to work on the balls in Cori’s ass.

He had to pull a little firmer with these, her tight ass having a vice-like grip on the lucky spheres. When the first one popped out, Ben studied the way her asshole stayed open in a cute round O, affording him a look inside her where he could see the next ball ready to drop down the chute. He also noticed that her pussy was glistening with moisture now and leaking tiny drops of viscous fluid. He pulled the remaining balls out of her ass, each making a gushy, popping sound, then jammed his cock back in her mouth as the game resumed in the bottom of the eighth inning.

This was another quick, strike-filled inning, which was helping Ben’s staying power. Sure, Cori’s tongue-work on his cock-head was great, but it was the deep-throating that really pushed him to the edge quickly. When the inning was over, he sat back down between her legs and picked up the larger balls which had only minutes early had the good fortune to be residing within her tender pussy walls. The balls were slick with her juices and he easily popped two back inside her cunt. Then, to her surprise, he pushed the other two sufficiently lubed balls into her ass. He had to push both ends of the string inside her — one end in each hole, so the only “handle” to remove the balls was a half-inch of string that was stretched between her asshole and pussy.

The game came back on for the ninth inning, and Ben left Cori’s holes filled like this while he sat back down, putting his face back in his lap.

“I just love baseball, don’t you?” he said, holding the back of her head while she took him all the way down her throat after the pitcher threw a ball in the dirt. She mumbled something meant to sound like “Hmm, mmm” but it was hard to even mumble with eight inches of cock lodged in your throat. “It’s an American tradition — baseball, apple pie and getting your cock sucked. That’s what life’s all about.”

Ben sounded very contented and he was. How much better could he really have it than he did right now? A major babe, bound, naked and at his disposal, a big-screen TV tuned to the game, a cold beer in his hand — life really was good. He reached down between her legs and stuck his finger in her pussy, feeling the hard metal balls inside her. He pushed on them, removing the slack from the string and pushing them deeper inside her. Then, he did the same with the balls in her ass. She squirmed in apparent appreciation and kept on sucking. She had been sucking his cock for about an hour and a half now and showed no signs of fatigue or reduction in blowjob quality.

The top of the ninth was a long inning as the Dodgers loaded the bases, including two walks, before finally going down without scoring a run. The game moved to the bottom of the ninth, still tied.

Cori, who was also still tied, sat up in between innings and Ben gave her a sip of beer. Then he laid her back down and resumed playing with her ass and pussy, driving fingers into both holes and then spinning the balls inside her. Cori twitched and thrashed, driven crazy by the feeling of all that movement inside her. Just as the game came back on, Ben yanked all four balls out of her in a quick succession of sticky pops.

“This could be the last inning,” he said. “In baseball, they say play each game like it could be your last. Well, I want you to suck my cock like it could be your last. You’ve been great the whole game, but I want your absolute best effort for this last half inning.”

Cori gave him that, for sure. Her jaws were aching now, but nothing was going to keep her from pleasuring him. The Dodgers’ pitchers added to her pain and his pleasure by walking three of the first four batters. The multitude of balls and seemingly endless catcher-pitcher-manager conferences required her to deep-throat him for roughly 12 of the first 15 minutes of the inning. She didn’t bob her head, just as Ben requested, but he was now putting his hands on the back of her head and thrusting his cock into her. They weren’t the long, hammering strokes he sometimes used in skull-fucking her, but they were still very deep and powerful and a strain on her aching jaws and raw throat. He was punctuating each thrust with chanting cheers for the Braves during their rally.

“Come … on … Braves … get … a … hit … here … now … … hurry … up … so … I … can … fuck … my … sex … toy … cum … slut … bitch …”

As if aware of his waning restraint and respectful of the hot pussy waiting for him, the Braves came through for Ben, getting a base-hit to drive in the winning run. It was now 11:45, more than an hour and a half after Cori had started sucking Ben’s cock.

“Great job, babe,” Ben said. “Let celebrate.”

He pulled his cock out of Cori’s mouth and pulled her — still bound — onto his lap. She spread her legs and straddled him and he leaned forward to suck on her tits. He put his hands around her waist and lifted her on to his cock, pushing down on her hips and driving his cock into her pussy. He let her sit and grind on him for a few minutes while he preoccupied himself with her tits, but soon his desire took over. He began lifting her tight cunt up and down on his stiff rod, thrusting his hips into her.

Unable to balance herself with her hands, Cori clamped tight around him with her thighs and hung on for a very bumpy ride. He was practically throwing her up and down on his cock, the skin of their thighs smacking together with each thrust. After nearly two hours of build-up, Ben didn’t last long in Cori’s juicy snatch, blasting the velvety hole with his third load of jism of the night.

“Strike three, batter’s out,” Ben joked as his cock softened and Cori slid off him. She slid to her knees on the floor and dutifully cleaned his cock, which was covered with her juices and his own semen. When she was done, Ben removed the skirt, untied her hands and sent her off to clean up.

It was beginning to get late and Cori had to work tomorrow, so Ben decided to let her go to bed. But he was far from done with her for the night. He wanted at least one more time in each hole.

“Go on up and get some rest,” he told Cori. “I will be up later and will probably wake you up. I have a lot of energy tonight.”

“I noticed,” Cori chuckled. “Wake me up any time you want.”

“I will. So sleep naked and be ready,” Ben said. “I expect it to be an all-nighter.”

“Sounds good,” Cori said before giving him a kiss goodnight and heading upstairs to bed. She kicked off her shoes and removed her choker before laying down on the soft satin sheets completely nude. She was exhausted from the days’ many activities and quickly fell asleep.

Ben stayed downstairs, watching TV. He flipped around the channels, watching sports, music videos and a few minutes of a movie on one of the adult channels. They were showing a movie featuring Jenna Jameson performing her amazing tricks, somehow looking innocent and like the dirtiest bitch on the planet, all at the same time. The combination of rest and this visual stimulation — plus the knowledge that his sex toy was nude upstairs, ready for him — brought about another hard-on for Ben around 1 a.m.

Cori had been asleep for about an hour when Ben entered the bedroom, quietly approaching the bed and gently pulling back the covers. Cori was curled into a cute little ball. She looked so sweet and angelic, a faint smile on her lips. Ben noticed that even in her sleep, her nipples were half-erect.

Ben slid into bed next to her and, still asleep, she nuzzled herself against him. Her nipples rubbed against his chest and her soft thighs felt silky smooth against his cock. Ben kept a bottle of lubricant in the nightstand and pulled it out. He rubbed some on his cock, then rolled Cori over onto her. She awoke and started to roll over to face him, but he stopped her.

“Stay there,” he said in a low voice, almost a whisper. “I want it this way.” He spread her ass cheeks with his fingers and poured a few drops of the lubricant on her asshole. He used his fingers to push it inside her and begin to loosen up her tight rear channel.

Cori was still half asleep when Ben mounted her, lifting her ass up and pushing her head into the pillow. She woke up quickly when all eight inches of his cock drove into her ass. “Oh yeah, got to fuck my sleeping beauty. Got to fuck her in the ass,” Ben said, talking more to himself than her. “She likes it good and hard in the ass, the fucking slut. Yeah, what a hot little ass.”

Ben gave it to her good and hard and Cori, still somewhat dazed and groggy and very tired, did her best to arch her back and wiggle her ass in conjunction with his thrusts. There was really nothing in this for her this time — she was just his sex toy, his plaything, his cum receptacle. And she was happy to be all those things for him. She was also happy when he came, dumping another load in her ass. A few minutes later, she was ready to go back to sleep.

But after cleaning up, Ben returned with a soft scarf.

“You looked so good tied up tonight, I’d like to tie your wrists to the bed,” he said. “Do you think you can sleep like that?”

“I’m sure I can,” she said. “I’m really sleepy.”

He tied her wrists together to the headboard, the soft material holding her firm without putting her in any undue discomfort, and left her alone. He returned about an hour and a half later — it was now around 3 a.m. — and found her sleeping soundly once again. He pulled the covers down just far enough to reveal her huge breasts and watched her sleep for several minutes, studying the rise and fall of her tits as she breathed.

Finally, his cock rock-hard, he climbed on the bed and woke her up by patting her face lightly with his cock. “Wake up, baby,” he whispered, “time to suck some cock.” Before she could speak, he straddled her face and slapped his cock between her lips. As soon as she was fully awake, he drove his cock all the way into her throat and proceeded to throat-fuck her, holding her neck and head in his hands and forcing his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Yeah, nothing like a good throat fuck in the middle of the night,” he said in a soft, raspy voice. “You know, some people wake up and want a midnight snack or go sleepwalking. Me, I need a good cock-sucking. Lucky for me I have my own sex toy tied up naked in my bed, ready to give me one any time I want.”