Richard was masturbating passionately as Sharon walked in. He didn't notice her presence at first and she took the opportunity to stand in the corner and watch as he pleasured himself. She saw the lean muscles of his body twitch, the hand working gently up and down his thickened shaft in a masculine display of self love. He seemed so happy, so at peace that she hated having to interrupt his moment.
Instead she walked to the edge of the bed, her flowing short skirt flitting between her bare thighs as she approached. Flushed with desire, he turned as she sat beside him. His eyes widened as he became aware of the situation. He was caught and she saw him in the most private moment a man can have. His hand slowed on his cock as he considered stopping but the sight of her bared knees and her nimble fingers that stroked his inner thigh with encouragement soon had him resume the familiar motion.
Her fingers traveled down his sex until she held his ballsack on the tips of her fingers. She tickled playfully and caused his legs to spread, his tiny anus now open to her view. Her mouth formed into a coy smile as she glanced at him then turned back between his legs. What she saw there fascinated her. His shaft was thick, and larger than she was used to. Imagining taking the ripe head of his cock between her lips, she held back, knowing what would happen if she gave in to her urges.
Forefinger and thumb came together on the loose skin of his scrotum holding him in a tight pinch. He gasped at the attention and she responded by tracing the smooth glans of his prick with her other hand. This spurred him further and his hand glided over his swollen shaft at a frenzied pace. She took note of his delicate movements, a technique perfected after years of lovingly milking his own shaft when his male need drove him to the act.
His back arched as his body climbed to its peak. His abdomen muscles, honed by weeks of his stringent exercise schedule stretched to their limits. Sharon sighed as she realized her duty. As his peak approached and his head dropped to an open mouthed gasp, she reached just beneath his fat cockhead and made a tight ring around him with her thumb and index finger.
His eyes shot open in a shock and disappointment, his surge now dammed up inside him. The thick vein beneath his shaft welled with the pressing force of his male juices straining to burst forth. "No," she said firmly but quietly. "You know you're not supposed to do that."
His face dropped, remembering the whipping he received just a few days ago, the same whipping that caused the welts that covered his backside, the whipping that kept him in bed for much of the week. Casually, she fingered the tendered skin, now faded to hot pink stripes on his bottom and thighs. He winced at the memory, as well as the slight pain her fingers brought to the surface of his skin.
"Stop right now," she warned. "You know better."
He nodded and stood up. His cock wagged obtrusively in front of her and he wished it down, aware of his predicament and careful not to upset her further. As he walked to the bathroom she watched him. Men always looked so vulnerable and helpless when naked, she thought. She especially liked his ass and how tight it had become since his time at the estate.
"You have a busy day today. Get in the shower and report downstairs for exercises."
He did as told, stepping beneath the hot spray of the shower. As the fog filled the room, she stepped in and watched as he soaped himself. Though she was there to make certain he didn't take advantage of his believed privacy and stroke himself, she took a good deal of satisfaction in her position. She admired his body and loved how he acted towards her when naked and she fully dressed.
His cock had drooped a little, now pointing in a slight curve to the floor. Again he was unaware of being watched and she saw him looking sadly at his drooping penis. He looked remorseful at his state and she felt a pang of regret. Was it right putting him, an innocent, into such a situation? Is this what he wanted? He had responded favorably to everything done to him but still she wondered...
Stripping off her clothes, she quietly crept in behind him. The warm water splashed off his body, wetting hers. When he felt her arm around his chest he made to turn and she stopped him. "Shhh," she whispered. "Don't turn, don't move." His erection returned instantly as she began soaping his broad shoulders.
When she pressed into him he could feel the warm folds of her sex against his bottom. She had shaved that morning and her sex was bare against him. His hands fell to his sides, obediently unmoving as she washed him. She covered each spot of his body and she began to think of how she felt for the man in front of her. She had seen him at his best and worst; crying, ejaculating, obeying, laughing, sleeping. She had seen all sides of him. Her fingers lingered at his balls now, tugging and gently squeezing. Though she was closer to him now than any woman she knew he belonged to another. His body, his heart belonged to another. Even the urgent juices frothing in his sack belonged to her, a woman he'd never met but still fantasized about.
Her hands slid down his backside, feeling the lessening marks of the whip on his skin. She dropped to her knees to inspect him more closely. He had a lovely bottom. Like the rest of him, it was tight, lean and muscled. The ravages of his punishment made him look that much smaller, more vulnerable and deserving of her affections. Taking a grip of maleflesh in each palm, she used her thumbs to spread his cheeks until she saw the tiny clench of his anus. She pressed a finger against it and felt him tense at her touch. Gathering some soap around her digit, she pressed into him. She penetrated his bottom and he gasped openly but made no move to resist. He was loose, most likely the result of his earlier fucking.
Inside he was hot and she explored his nether hole carefully, listening for any sounds of pain he might make. Instead he only whined like an impatient child. After some exploration she found his prostate, a tiny gland now made rigid by his need to ejaculate. His semen welled up inside him, needing release. How his balls must ache, she wondered.
Slowly she thrust in and out of him, falling into a gentle motion as his breaths increased. His penis, now erect, swelled to a painful state. Unconsciously he wrapped his hand around it to relieve himself but she stopped to scold him and slap it away. He let go and dropped his head. His eyes were tightly closed, wrestling with the feelings inside him.
Behind him she was silent. All he was aware of was the constant probing, the tease that burned in his maleness until it filled his length once again. "I must...I must...," he crooned as she played him.
"Let it out," she finished his thoughts and, as she drove him to the edge, she grabbed his wrists, locking them in the small of his back as thick white streams flowed from the head of his prick.
Never had he had a release so desperate. The juices sped through his body, exerting a painful pressure in his ballsack. After so long, so many orgasms ignored, his body hurt from neglect. He gasped, his body sucking in lungfuls of air as the peak passed through him. Afraid of what he felt, he dared not open his eyes, afraid of what he might see.
