It has been almost a week since he locked me up. I tried watching some porn to ease my horniness. What a mistake. The typical vanilla lesbian porn I watched made my cage so freaking tight. Why anyone would watch porn with another man's cock was beyond me. They were gross. I hardly looked at my own when I masturbated, not that I really could now. Maybe that was because of some insecurity but porn always kept my attention anyway. By chance, the porn I'd happened into was very dom/sub oriented.
The older woman was slipping her fingers in and out of this tiny, young, kneeling girl's mouth. I was mesmerized. Saliva was spooling out of the petite one's mouth as her mature counterpart calmly filled and emptied her mouth and lips. Total domination by a woman seemingly disinterested in her ability to completely overpower another. This was new, and unbelievably hot. As my arousal surged, invasive images of my boss sliding his thumb into my mouth assaulted me. I could feel his hard fingers as they effortlessly molded my mouth to his desires. My lips felt moist. I could barely concentrate on the video...Hairs on the nape of my neck stood up, and my legs shook slightly.
Why was I picturing things that hadn't happened?! I shook my head. He'd only placed it on my wet lip...why were these images jumping into my brain?! And why had my boss done that?
I couldn't remember the last time I'd gone this long without relief. Maybe I was just really, really pent up. But, I had no way to get off, not that I knew. Another video autoplayed, apparently from the 'Domination' category it was already on. A mature man was spanking a young woman dressed like a schoolgirl. He lifted her skirt as she laid on his lap and proceeded to spank her in her white panties. Wow, this was hot (and no cocks in sight!) I began to play with my cage, moving it around slightly. His spanking intensified. And I jostled my tiny cage even harder. Something was welling up inside me.
But then, my hole suddenly started winking in sync with the spankings. The buildup inside me seemed to be reaching a crescendo. Startled, disgusted with myself, I removed my hand quickly from my body. What was happening to me? I decided to take a cold shower and slept for work in the morning. As my thoughts fell away into sleep, I couldn't stop picturing the man's large, veiny hands as they slapped and slid along that girl's porcelain skin.
***
Another day, another few hours of disrobing my boss. I was sitting on the ottoman removing his belt and, as usual, his pants fell to his shoes. Abruptly, something touched my agape mouth. As his pants had been removed, his hard, brief-covered penis had slung out and met my lips. Salt--I tasted bitter salt and flesh behind the porous fabric.
"Oh my god," I mouthed and pulled slightly away.
His entire cock was visible behind white boxer-briefs. Where the cockhead was (far to the side, still contained), was a wet spot, and I could see a mixture of saliva, and worse: precum. This made the head of his penis seem even more visible, and, undeniably, large. The moistened fabric left those parts of him naked, exposed.
"Woops," he laughed. "That's not supposed to happen. Are you okay, Jamie?"
