Whitney Stevens

I am one of these lucky husbands who work from home while the wife commutes to the office only to return home at dinner time. But I am not alone. My nephew keeps me good company, we share the same passion for things I would not dare do with my hard-working other half. It was a beautiful December day, cold enough to make you want stay home…and play games just before the holidays. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our little fun cuty time. I gave him complete control to direct and put in place any scenario he thought would lead us to a great orgasm. “I want you to do your best,” I said taking off my bathrobe and revealing my hard-on, “show me what you can come up with!” Greg was already naked as he is always when my wife is out of the house. He turned the heating on high and left the room only to return seconds later holding two of my belts. “Come closer,” he asked me and I did. He grabbed my balls and pulled them down, then pulled them very hard towards him tying one of the belts around them. He tightened it well, then he fastened the second belt to the end of the first one and tugged hard enough to make me lose my balance, then he said, “Follow me!” We went to the office, him ahead of me pulling me by casting the balls. He knelt down and tied the other end of the second belt around the only leg of the office chair. “On all fours!” he commanded and pushed me down. I complied. “Crawl!” he ordered again and, when I did so, the chair tits followed behind me. He went back and brought another belt, this time it was a thin and narrow one my wife likes to wear. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my butt cheeks, then again a couple more times until I moaned with pain. “Shut up and keep pulling the chair!” he said, only this time he sat on it. I slowly pulled with all my might and the makeshift buggy started rolling again, my master brimming with joy like a Roman gladiator triumphantly riding his chariot around the Colosseum. I could feel the belt squeeze my balls, pulling them hard and with them pulling my hard cock down and between my thighs. He whipped me a few more times and each time the belt left rosy marks on my skin. “Please,” I managed to mumble, “enough…” Another whipping made me stop, only this time he aimed at my squished balls. He hit me hard twice, maybe three more times while I kept pulling the chair with him. No wonder my cock started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a shiny streak on the hardwood floor. Then suddenly, in spite of my tremendous effort, the chair was stuck. “Pull!” he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretched balls, he raised his legs and rested his feet on my butt cheeks. I felt his push adding more tension to the two belts that linked my balls to the chair. “Pull!” he shouted again and whipped my back. I moaned with pain when I managed to pull my master again and realized the wheels of the chair were now on amateur the carpet making it difficult to roll like before, like a car stuck in mud. I did my best and pulled my chariot until we reached the Cuckold hardwood floor again. Only this time, my master was pushing hard my buttocks with his feet. By doing so, he must have noticed my asshole was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to take him to the bathroom. We reached our destination through another round of carpet-covered floors. He checked the drawer where we keep our sex toys and puled a little butt plug. He made me lick it and he spit on my hole, then pushed the big plug in me. He played with my hole several times, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big butt plug, a present I bought my wife for Valentine’s.It was the shape of a bright red heart with rounded edges, some 2.5 inches at its widest and almost 2 inches thick and about 4 inches long. She was really wet. I wrote to Tony and then he called and I had the hard conversation with him. “I’m telling you Jerry. The futas cuty groaned around tits me. She will get sexually aroused every time she obeys. Someone had butchered one of our yearling heifers. A minute later her supple body stiffened, big and with a loud gasp, she came. There was a simple question written on the rear. Pete told me that he had 30 minutes before a camera crew and a model arrived to film the model in action on a couple of the machines – a promotional video. The Augment smiled wide back at her, scanning his arm back over the sensor on the bar and collecting the drink as it was dispensed. “Cliff just called. Is anyone complaining?” They arrived at the school fairly early, Zane had been eager to pick her up that morning so they had some time to kill. Miranda glanced at the mirror. In the years we had been more open, Cuckold I had detected other women's aroma on him from time to time, but his cock was still wet from Beth and his own semen when I took it in my mouth. amateur Strawberry blonde hair, cropped short and as flat as a pancake. I grabbed two fistfuls of her white hair and yanked, sending her neck craning and her back arching, face snarling to the ceiling. Jake hit him from every angle he could, ignoring the man’s pleas for mercy, until he at last landed several kicks to the man’s head. Warrick chimed in, casting “The car could use a wash.” In the light of the small kerosene lamp, he could see what was going on. He is one of the biggest assholes in school.