MtK update

Vicki let go of the clamp. It snapped shut onto Harley’s engorged nipple—Harley gasping as its teeth bit into the tender flesh. Then Vicki twisted the valve. The metal teeth dug into the plump flesh, shocking it with jagged pain coursing all through Harley’s breast, centered around her sensitive, tortured nipple.

“When I’ve put these on,” Vicki said, “you’re going to lean over the table and I’m going to lick all of Bruce’s sweet cum out of your pussy. You won’t get to keep a single drop.”

“Yeah? Bring it on!” Harley quivered, staring at the tiny clamp hanging from her nipple. There wasn’t much pain, but she knew this was only the beginning.

Vicki twisted the clamp, making the teeth dig deeper into Harley’s nipple. “Like that?”

“I’m no stranger to pain!”

Vicki twisted again and the hurting burst out of Harley’s tortured nipple. 

“Which is how I know I don’t like it, I don’t like it, I don’t like it!”

Vicki twisted once more and Harley screamed, heaving against Bruce’s hands, agony written all over her face.

“Now for the other one,” Vicki said, putting another clamp onto Harley’s left nipple.

It bit into the flesh, going in harder and harder as Vicki twisted the clamp. She made both of Harley’s nipples burn with searing pain, tightening both clamps to the limit, leaving Harley screaming and bucking against Bruce with her breasts both throbbing masses of pain. Harley wrenched herself around, her nipples feeling as if they were being savaged by animals.

“I think these are working,” Vicki said, checking the clamps carefully. She found she could tighten the first one a degree, which got another scream out of Harley. That satisfied her. “Put her on the table!”

Bruce pushed Harley down on the tabletop. The torturous clamps rasped over the polished wood surface, drawing even more pain out of her breasts. Vicki took the chain at Harley’s neck and pulled it around the far leg of the table. Harley wasn’t going anywhere.

***

Cass now stood in front of Tim. The backs of her legs pressed against the edge of the coffee table. “You just… sit there… Tim,” she said, pushing him back into his seat. “I’ll take care of your… little problem… no…” She stared straight down at the throbbing bulge in his pants. “Your big problem…”

With the lithe grace befitting her exquisite body, Cass slipped down onto her knees. Her hands moved deftly over Tim’s groin despite her eagerness, opening up the fly and hauling out the long, thick length of his manhood.

Tim watched, almost disbelieving, as Cass’s cool fingers gripped his cock with possessive fondness. Part of him thought that he should stop there—that somehow it was improper to be doing this right now and right here—but his mouth was a long way away from being able to say any such thing. Nor could he bring his hands to break her grip on his member, or make himself back away from her delectable touch.

“Give me,” she told Tim, her breath coming faster with anticipation reflecting Tim’s own. “Give me!”

Realizing what she was asking, Tim lifted his hips up so that Cass could pull down his trousers and briefs. Numbly—except for his stiffening erection—he sat back down, feeling a pang of weirdness about having his naked flesh against the furnishings, but mostly consumed with the sight and feeling of Cass pulling his constricting clothes down his legs instead of Tim doing it for himself.

Quickly, as if unable to wait, Cass’s fingers jumped to Tim’s shaft. “Mine,” Cass breathed. “Looks so… yummy…” 

He groaned deep in his throat, feeling the pressure of her hand back on the overheated flesh of his manhood. Tim’s cock was bolt upright with its stiffness, but Cass pulled it down, bringing it low until it was aiming at her expressive eyes, which showed all the zeal she had for Tim and most especially for his phallus.

She butted his legs apart with her shoulders and leaned in, chin thrust out, lips parted. Her mouth pressed against Tim’s cockhead in a soft kiss.

Tim breathed out as if in agony. “God…”

“You’re not… much of a conversationalist,” Cass quipped ever so slowly.

She let his prick go, delighted at how it sprang back up into the air, then ran her soft lips down the underside of his shaft. The tip of her tongue slipped out, crawling along the tightly stretched skin of his rigid erection. 

Tim couldn’t contain himself. His hips jerked; his member twitched. As if Cass were lulling him to sleep, he slouched down in place, opening his legs wide, while his cock grew harder and strained towards Cass’s welcoming mouth.

She pumped her fist up and down his cock in short bursts, only moving it an inch in either direction. Meanwhile, her lips were halfway down his length, approaching the bloated scrotum, the cum inside roiling as it awaited her. 

Suddenly she held his swollen shaft to the side, licking the untouched skin like a starving woman offered a feast. Cass opened her lips wide, mouthing all she could of the girth of Tim’s heavy prick. She sucked up the sweat and glossy precum--left behind imprints of her lipstick like hickeys all over Tim’s manhood. 

Cass enjoyed how Tim gaped in reaction to that, blinking and gurgling like he was having a heart attack. He was slouched so far down that barely any of his ass still touched the love seat. His thighs shook, his hips jerking in sharp spasms with each quiver of pleasure Cass’s mouth sent through him.

Cass used her lips, her teeth, her tongue on the burning skin of his erection until her lips were against her clenched fist, then she moved the other way, back toward his cockhead. While she lapped up his spilling precum, her hand moved down his cock, opening up except for the thumb and forefinger, so that she was collaring the base of his prick with them while her open palm was in his kinky pubic hair. 

Slowly, with all the self-restraint in her body, Cass inched the tip of her tongue down the length of Tim’s cock, then worked it back up to his glans, following a bloated vein full of burning blood. She could feel Tim’s member jerking and swelling against her tongue; knew that she was turning him on past the point that he could refuse. Past his limits until he had no choice but to ravish her. And she would delight in letting him.

Cass decided it was time to bring him to a new plateau of desiring her. She worked her tongue back down to the base of his prick, this time pressing her tongue hard against his shaft, flattening it onto the rigid flesh. Tonguing him in long, sensuous, scouring licks. She assaulted his girthy erection not only at the skin, but deep inside it, making him feel her tongue all the way through his cock as if she were cajoling his cum up from his balls and right down his shaft.

Tim’s hands clenched as tight and as hard as ball bearings.

Cass’s eyes scrunched up, elated, as she realized how excited she’d made him. But she didn’t let herself feel too smug about it. She too was barely holding back her need.

She tightened her grip on his shaft, savoring the reminder of just how thick he was, how hard he was throbbing, and pushed her lips against his feverishly hot cockhead. This time she pressed hard, forcing her mouth onto his knob until her slack lips parted and he was between them, in her mouth, his cock straining for her throat like it was ready to break her grip and fuck her face itself.

Cass loosened her tense jaw, letting him open her teeth and move through their scraping points. Then, when she had taken him all the way to the back of her throat, Cass fastened her lips around his pulsing girth, tight as she could make them, but doing nothing else—letting the heat of her mouth soak into his erection.

“Oh, fuck, Cass, yeah,” Tim groaned. 

Respectful as he was of her, his hands were through doing nothing. They gripped the sides of her head, his fingers twining into her short black locks. Tim wasn’t yet ready to fuck her throat, make it the sheath Cass wanted it to be, but his hands held her in place. She couldn’t not be his cock holster, once he decided he needed to get himself off.

Cass was as thoroughly excited as Tim, her body humming with the same arousal she felt in his throbbing cock. Her mouth was filled by it; she could feel every pulse of hot blood surging through its length. She gulped, tightening her mouth enough to milk his erection, and felt a sense of triumph at his reaction: his manhood kicked with a fresh swell of blood, while his hips bucked and his scrotum tightened almost to the point of ejaculation.

Cass moved her tongue around the enormous length of masculinity claiming her mouth, savoring its firmness, its responsiveness, its sheer size. She turned her head to one side, pressing her teeth against its side, then the other way to do the same. Her mouth was, by now, full of saliva. She swirled it around Tim’s knob, mixing it with his precum, before swallowing it in a heady burst of warm flavor.

Tim’s fingers tightened convulsively on her head. He pulled her closer to him. His cockhead pushed thickly against the back of her throat, her gag reflex, and she jerked her head away only to have Tim instinctively pull her back. Pumping her down onto his stiff erection. They kept going, back and forth, up and down, over and over again, so that her head was bobbing rapidly on his saliva-coated prick. It gleamed under her whirling black hair, gleamed as much as it throbbed.

As good as the pistoning action felt on his cock, Tim’s lust was at a fever pitch. He couldn’t be denied any longer. Muscles corded all up and down his arms, he jammed Cass down on his shaft. First his cockhead sank into her throat, then an inch of his shaft went in. It was followed by another and another. Cass’s throat gurgled as she was made into his cock holster—her eyes happily rolling back in her head with acceptance of her fate

She could sense his cum rising, preparing to reward the heat and tightness of her throat as it deserved. Cass relished the idea of feeling him come in her mouth. She wanted to have his seed pack her mouth, drink as much as she could, feel the rest run down her chin like she was gorging herself with a warm, creamy beverage. She wanted him everywhere; in her mouth, pouring down into her belly, marking her face. 

Cass didn’t care anymore if he fucked her tender cunt. She wanted to make him come, overload his senses, milk him of his seed. She wouldn’t climax herself, not sucking him off, but Cass couldn’t bring herself to care. Having her face fucked by his massive prick was reward enough.

Cass tightened her already pursed lips, sinking them into Tim’s turgid flesh by what little distance she could. Then her head twisted about, corkscrewing the suffocating grip of her gullet around Tim’s cockhead. He groaned aloud, his hands flush with her face, palms cupping her cheeks. 

Cass had never been more his, yet she still nipped her teeth into Tim’s erection, painfully warning him before she drew back. Tim maintained his grip on her head while letting her back off, until only the head of his prick was still in her mouth. She sucked on it hard, her cheeks going concave, her pinioned lips feeling the blood boiling in his engorged knob. 

“God! Fuck! Cass!” Tim gritted out, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her face, holding her mouth right where he wanted it while his hips swung at her, pumping his cock into her throat. 

Cass let him, knowing his lust was at a boiling point. He couldn’t help himself and that was exactly how Cass had wanted him. Every taut muscle, every popping vein in his body spoke of how he needed release and the succor that Cass’s body had to offer. His cock swelled, jerked from her lips to the depths of her throat.

Then it erupted. Huge, boiling bursts of cum slammed into her mouth. Cass was stunned by the force, the sheer amount of jizz she’d worked out of Tim. She jerked her head back and when Tim exploded again, most of the ejaculation landed on her face. But the warmth bathing her face was nothing compared to how it had felt in her mouth, scorching her taste buds. Cass opened her jaw wide and bowed her head to Tim’s cock, covering his knob in time for the third rope to be launched right into her mouth. 

She sucked and swallowed as he kept spurting, kept lashing her tongue with his jism, and gulped down as much as she could, as fast she could. Cass drank Tim down just like she’d wanted, a seemingly limitless explosion of cum that all went down her throat. She barely had time to taste it, but she didn’t need to. Feeling it pool in the pit of her stomach like a hearty meal was enough.

The jolting ejaculations slowed, then stopped, but Cass didn’t. Her lips stayed on Tim’s falling cock, sucking it even more hungrily, coaxing a last bolt from Tim’s scrotum before she let it go. Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she looked up at his face, milking the last contortions of his stricken expression from him just as she’d drained his balls, this time gripping his half-hard cock in her fist and licking up the evidence of his explosion. 

Like a kitten lapping up every drop from a bowl of cream, she cleaned his glans, his shaft, ignoring the cum that dripped heavily off her face. It didn’t matter nearly as much as devouring Tim’s essence straight from the source. The mask of cum that had covered her face now leaked onto her top, marking it with the same evidence of her fellatio that also ran from her tongue down to her belly. Her lips were a solid white, and once she’d scoured Tim’s prick clean, she tongued their dripping contours back to their usual luscious appearance.

Tim stared at her performance, breathing so hard that his chest nearly hollowed out on the exhales. But there was another reaction that was even more of a giveaway. His prick trembled with a throbbing of the blood within, as if keeping pace with his no doubt racing heartbeat. 

Cass had rarely felt challenged in battle, but now her innate competitiveness—the Shiva in her—got a resounding outlet. She wanted, needed to suck him up to his fully hardened length and then cajole another ejaculation from him, even if his balls had to put a rush-order on more cum to feed her.

Then she heard a key turn in the lock.

Cass had been absorbed in the blowjob, but now her senses came rushing back. She could already tell it was Steph—they’d become so intimate that Cass would be able to tell it was her inside a bank vault—but Tim had no idea. He wrenched himself away from Cass and pushed her back to give himself room to pull up his pants. 

Cass, naturally enough, stood. She’d been dazed by the prolonged satiation of Tim’s cum to the point where she forgot she’d been kneeling with her lower legs underneath the coffee table. Her abruptly standing turned it over, knocking everything on top of it down, very noisily, to the floor.

The sound spurred Tim on to move even faster, pulling his pants up and jerking his legs out—unfortunately, into Cass, who staggered back to trip on the overturned coffee table and also land on the carpet. She fell on her back, legs up, mouth and face and chest all glazed with Tim’s cum, while Tim stood up to get his pants’ waistband around his waist. He was standing with his cock hanging out of his open fly when Steph walked in—seeing Tim standing over Cass, Cass on her back, scattered furniture and flecks of cum all between them.

“Fuck, you two know how to party,” Steph said. “The students have truly become the master… s… es…”

With a dismissive shrug for the rest of the sentence, Steph gave the coffee table a kick that knocked it out of the way, then came down on Cass’s body. 

She kissed her hard, and even if Cass had swallowed all of Tim’s cum, so much had been pumped into her mouth that the taste still permeated her lips, giving Steph plenty to sample besides the sweetly girlish taste of Cass’s own body. And as Steph kissed Cass, Tim kissed her—mouthing her throat, then slowly working his way down her spine to the small of her back. Or, rather, the top of her ass. He pulled her pants down along with her underwear and slid his tongue between her buttocks, running it daringly over her anus before plunging it into her sex. Tasting the flood of juices that were preparing Steph’s cunt for whichever of her lovers got to have their way with her. All while Cass’s mouth gnawed at Steph’s nipples, sucking each into her mouth like delicious mints after the feast she’d had of Tim’s cock.

Tim’s cock hardened. Sensing it, seeing its stiffness buzzing through Tim’s body language—as neurotic as he was, he held himself like a barbarian when he had a hard-on—Cass reached around Steph and pressed her hand into his crotch. They were both so good to her, she thought, both wanting to fuck her so much. And they were both rightly thrilled by how Tim had claimed her; their eyes glowed with excitement over how fucked she already was.