Getting Kinky

Waiting, thinking, should he? He knew he would. He was wearing only a pair of white high-leg cotton knickers, he wore them in bed last night, he always wore knickers, he hadn't worn men's underwear for years. He wandered into the kitchen to microwave his cool tea, more aware of the feeling of the rings through his nipples and the delightful sensation of the thick curved bar-bell through his frenum. In the thirty seconds it took to heat the tea he thought about the contents of a green plastic shopping bag in his wardrobe. The microwave beeped, he was thinking of wearing stockings but he hadn't yet chosen between wearing a suspender-belt or putting on the 'hold-ups'. He had decided that he'd keep the knickers on that he was wearing, maybe swap them around a little later.

He thought of calling Jean to let her know what he was doing.

Before opening the microwave to remove the tea he reached down and pulled the knickers to one side, freeing his semi-erect cock, his balls still cupped in the cotton gusset between his thighs. He gave a little tug on the steel through his frenum; he liked the sensation of the fairly heavy jewellery but he was thinking of something heavier still. He could unscrew one of the balls and put a couple of steel cock-rings through the gap, then put the ball back and then maybe add several padlock's for even more weight. Or maybe he'd just remove the bar-bell and insert a brass padlock through the piercing instead.

Sitting at his desk he switched on his computer, his willing and helpful accomplice in erotica. He decided he'd send a few of the photographs that he had taken of himself a few days before. He would send several to Jean and then he would call her and tell her of his plans for the morning, and he'd send a couple to the Irish girl he'd found himself emailing recently. He would send her pictures and tell her about Jean and some of the things he had experienced sexually; she would tell him in graphic detail how her boyfriend fucked her or how she had oral sex with a girlfriend.

'I had my tongue right up her cunt and the taste was lovely...'

He imagined her Dublin accent. He imagined her with her legs wide open taking her boyfriend's cock. She had told him how she loved spunk and being wanked over, she asked him to send her some pictures with spunk flowing from his cock, which he did, his cock rock hard, the cum dripping down his shaft and into the gusset of his knickers, stretched between his legs. She said she liked them.

He lit a cigarette and sipped his tea and idly reached down to toy with his frenum piercing. He thought about wearing silver nipple shields and attaching a chain and weights to the rings in his nipples, and then he thought about clipping the adapted bag strap to each of the rings and linking it behind his back like a bra-strap and then shortening it so that his nipples were firmly stretched to the side with the sexy pleasure of mild pain. His cock was a little harder now but not fully erect. He thought he would take some more pictures of his cock and nipples linked together; the feeling was intense and exquisite.

He picked up the cordless telephone and dialled, reaching her answer machine.

'If you're there pick up – I'm going to have a session.' He heard Jean lifting the receiver.'

'What are you going to do?' She asked.

'I haven't quite decided yet, I thought I'd start by looking at some porn and then send an email to the Irish girl at work.'

'What are you wearing?'

'Just my knickers, but I've pulled them over to free my cock.'

'Are you wanking it?'

'Not yet, but soon.'

'While you look at the porn?'

'Yes, get my cock ready for some more photographs.'

'What porn do you fancy?'

'I think I'll go for women with dildos up their cunts and women fucking men with strap-on's.'

'Sound's good, will you dress up?'

'Yes, I was thinking suspenders and stockings, and of strapping and ringing my cock but first I just want to weight my fren and walk around for a bit.'

'M,mm, I like it.'

'Are you in all morning?'

'Yes, going out in the afternoon though.'

'I took some pics of me with toys on Tuesday; want to see what I put up my ass?'

'Yes, I'd like that, might have a wank myself.'

'I'll call you later.'

He clicked on Favourites and scrolled down to Rod's Bookmarks and selected Dildos. A freckle faced girl in this series, her gingham knickers half way down her legs holding a blue vibrator, there was a good one of her squatting, legs wide taking two thirds of the toy up her vagina, spreading her wings with her fingers. He thought about saving it but didn't. He clicked on the next item and was pleased to find a girl with dark cropped hair bending over, a bright red toy embedded in her cunt and a smaller yellow one buried in her anus. He saved it, giving it the title 'No hands.' He reached down and stroked his cock. He might send that one to Louise, the Irish girl.

Opening a drawer in the desk he took out a pouch containing his various straps, cock-rings and his nipple and frenum jewellery. A few minutes later he stood up relishing the weights that now dangled down from his dick and walked back into the kitchen, his weighted cock swinging between his legs. Wanting even more weight he returned to his desk and found the heaviest of his padlocks and added it to the four others that were attached to the cock-rings that were held in the three quarter 'O' of the curved bar-bell. He lifted them all and then dropped them, thrilling to the sharp tug on his frenum. He did it one more time and then walked around the apartment enjoying the play.

The phone rang, it was Jean.

'How's it going?' she asked matter of factly.

'Good, I'm doing some cock-work.' His legs were spread in a semi crouch and he was swinging his weighted cock back and forth. 'Feels very good, I'm really getting into it.'

'You always do.'

'What are you doing?'

'I'm nude, with my knickers pushed inside my quim – I was fucking soaking after you rang so I thought I'd mop up my cunt-cream with my panties.'

'Can I have them after?'

'That was the idea.'

'Leave them in for a couple of hours then will you? Get them really sticky.'

'That was the plan – I've just got a teensy bit of lace sticking out of my cunt.'

He couldn't help himself so he reached down and masturbated violently causing the rings and locks to jangle. His frenum felt slightly sore.

'What are you doing?' 'I'm wanking rather hard, the thought of your knickers sticking out of your cunt.'

'Yes, it looks kind of hot,' Jean said, 'is your cock nice and hard, have you wanked yourself hard?'

'Fuck yeah, and the pre-cum has started, but I better take the weights off soon.'

'Take it easy, don't leave your cock too sore, get dressed and take some pictures.'

'Will you do something for me Jean?' he asked, letting go of his cock.

'If I can, of course.'

'Will you come over in a couple of hours, when I've almost finished playing; I'd like to photograph the knickers in your cunt and do some shots of you pulling them out for the internet. And something else, I want you to whip me while I wank off, want to feel the kiss of leather on my cheeks as I cum.'

'So around twelve thirty, I'll be there – the knickers are going to be really creamy.'

'I'll have them in my mouth while you whip me.' He heard her laughing as she hung up. He meant what he said, he'd suck on her cunt-soaked knickers while she layed into him with his belt.

He rocked his cock back and forth and wanked a few more times before he removed the weights, his cock tingling, throbbing with pleasure and his frenum stinging beautifully. Carefully he took out the bar-bell and inserted a thick ball-closure ring in its place with a small tear drop moonstone and silver pendant. He went back to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water; it could boil while he was getting dressed.

He chose a black leather suspender-belt with eye-holes for the tie-sides and fastened it around his waist, pushing his knickers down and then pulling them up again over the dangling suspenders. He enjoyed looking at his image in the mirror. He decided he would start taking some pictures. He fixed his camera to the tripod and trained it on the closed door of the room. He clipped a silver fob chain to his nipples, and using the timer on the camera took three or four shots of him in just the suspender belt and knickers, a couple of frontal shots a side shot and a rear one. His cock was now semi erect, it would be a good time to get a couple of cock-rings on. He put them on, pulling them down to the base of his dick, the slightly looser one first and then the tighter one. He'd strap his cock and balls later, after he had put on the fish-net stockings and taken a few more pictures.

He took half a dozen shots, knickers up, down round his thighs, pulled to one side while he held his cock. He was feeling so turned on, his cock throbbing and the purple dome smeared with clear, sticky preflow, his nipples firm and erect too, tingling with the attention he gave them by pulling at the chain. He rearranged his knickers so his cock was back inside them and went to make tea. He liked to take his time over his sessions, anything under two hours was too quick for his tastes, although once in a while he'd have a real quickie, stretching his knickers between his thighs masturbating hard and fast, showering the knicker-gusset with his cum.

Time to roll a joint, relax, sit back with a cup of tea and a smoke, luxuriating in the feeling of his suspender-belt, stockings and knickers, and the metal in his body. He clicked into his Newmail account and then onto 'compose'.

'Hi Lou, thought I'd send you a couple of pics, while I'm having a session. Jean's got her knickers inside her fanny and she's creaming them up for me – she's coming round for me to photograph it and to spank me, she'll be here in an hour. Did you get any cock this weekend; did your cunt get attended to?'

He sent the email and then looked through the file 'dildo pics' that he had created last Tuesday. He selected two rear shots of himself in just his knickers, pulling them over for the camera and squatting on a long thick black rubber dildo which was a good four or five inches up his anus. He felt his anal sphincter contract involuntarily as he looked at the shots. He needed something up there now.

In the shelf above his knicker-drawer, he kept some lubricant and his toys, he would use what he called his 'panty-dildo' a small black rubber cock just over five inches long and not too thick which he enjoyed wearing out sometimes to travel to Jeans or go knicker-shopping. He pushed his knickers down and spread some lube on his fingers and smeared it all round his anus, and then pushed a finger deep inside to lube the walls of his rectum. He decided to take some photographs of him fingering himself, and positioning the camera, he took several more pictures as he bent over with one and then two fingers up his ass, with knickers up and pulled across and knickers down just below his stocking tops. Taking the toy he smeared it with the gel and parting his legs and squatting slightly he opened his hole and pushed it home, all the way to the hilt and then pulled his knickers back up to keep it in place. 'Ahh! He sighed, sitting down forcefully on the chair in front of the computer, 'Fuck, yes, oh fuck yes, I fucking love it!' He rocked back and forth, fucking himself.

His cock was rigid, the rings trapping the blood in his pulsating member, the veins well defined and standing out. He quickly sent the pictures to Jean with the message, 'I'm doing myself with the panty-dildo right now!'

He was tempted to wank to climax now, but held back and decided to calm things down a bit so he just sat there feeling the plug in his anus and the rings gripping his cock, besides, Jean would be here soon enough.

He positioned the camera in front of the chair, pushed his knickers down around his thighs and then raising his legs he draped them over the arms of the chair and then, gripping the knickers he stretched the crotch back over and behind his cock for a series of shots of the embedded dildo and his throbbing, dripping cock with the frenum ring and pendant. He was in pure 'Kink- Heaven.'

The door bell rang but Don didn't move and then he heard the key in the lock as she let herself in. Don was still in the chair with his legs raised tugging on the knickers when she walked in. Without exchanging a word she walked over, leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. 'Oh fuck baby, yeah, suck that cock, take it down to my balls.' He breathed.

She pulled away and placed her feet apart and slightly bent her knees as she lifted her skirt thrusting her pelvis forward, 'See the knickers in my cunt, see that little bit of white lace in my love-tube?' Her vulva was swollen, the generous labia puffed.

'Jeez,' he said and then whistled, 'stay like that Jeanie, just like that.'

Letting go of his knickers and lowering his legs he quickly removed the camera from the tripod and took several pictures of her from different angles. 'Take your skirt off and squat down, pull your cunt-lips open.' She did as she was asked. He pulled his own knickers up tight to keep the dildo from sliding out. His cock stood out hard against the fabric.

'Now, just pull an inch or so of the knickers out of your fanny.'

'Like that?'

'Yes, beautiful, just like that.'

'I've cum half a dozen times, they'll be so juicy.'

He snapped away from all angles as she slowly, extracted the panties from her pussy, inch by sodden inch, the soaking material glistening with her love-cream, thick blotches of milky fluid clinging to the lace.

'You are such a bad boy,' she said at last, legs still spread wide, holding her knickers aloft. He reached out for them but playfully she took them away. 'You ready?'

He nodded and said, 'I just need to link my nipples and cock – I want to cum that way.'

He tugged his knickers to one side, and took out his cock and unclasped the chain from one nipple-ring, passing it through the ring in his frenum and then he re-fastened it to his nipple. The effect was to pull his nipples down hard and stretch his frenum upward. When he wanked it would stimulate both his cock and nipples at the same time.

'That's right, you naughty boy, now pull your knickers up tight between your cheeks, pull your panty-dildo all the way in, and pull them over at the front and get to work on that cock!'

He did as he was told, and Jean went beside him and pushed her sticky knickers into his mouth. The electricity between the two was palpable; Jean took a deep intake of breath as she picked up his belt and he leaned over the desk. 'Now wank that cock!'

He felt a blissful searing pain as the belt cut into his buttocks, his hand flicking up and down along the length of his shaft, stimulating all three piercings, a muffled moan emitting from his knicker-gag. By the third stroke of the belt he was on the brink, his whole body trembling, his cock on fire, the panty-dildo, deeply embedded, adding another exquisite note to the myriad sensations as he masturbated and Jean whipped his buttocks.

'Now, now Jeanie now!' he screamed, spitting the knickers out onto the desk. He felt the belt lashes raining down as he climaxed, sending a string of pearly spunk down over his stocking tops and he just managed to get to her knickers, spraying them with the last few jerky spasms of cum.

'You are so fucking kinky,' she smiled.