Bigger, Fatter Nipples? Yes Please Pt. 02

Life with Sir was wonderful.

He loved to photograph different parts of my body in different locations when we went out for our ‘Sunday Spin’. In the summer, we’d go to lovely, old country pubs, order our drinks and sit outside – just far enough away from other customers not to see what we were up to. He’d instruct me to turn my back to anyone in the vicinity, release my big wobbly 38G’s from the confines of my blouse, pull down the bra cups, take the ice cubes out of my drink and rub them over my warm nipples. The sensation of having the girls out in public and the coldness of the ice would make them stand to attention immediately. Sir would take out his phone, ready to photograph my nubs. I adored the sternness in his voice as he commanded me.

‘Make them stick out, rub them more….now pull them as hard as you can’.

Without pumping, my frozen bumps would only measure around 1/4 inch but Sir would position his phone as close as he could and snap away. Once, I foolishly went to return the girls to their cups and Sir’s retort was immediate.

‘Did I tell you to do that? Did I give you permission?’

Without uttering a word, I cast my eyes downwards and pulled them by the nipples back out into the fresh air. THWACK – each teat got a sharp, downward smack…..

His voice resonated in my head – ‘NOW put them back and I’ll deal with you when I get home’….

But I didn’t have to wait that long. With my nipples stinging from Sir’s onslaught, we walked back towards the car and he opened the car via his keyfob.

He commanded,

“Take off your pants and open the boot and lean into the car.’ He didn’t waste words….

Dropping ataşehir escort my skimpies round my ankles, I deftly stepped out of them and leant on the lip of the car boot, holding on firmly while Sir pulled up my skirt. Kicking my legs apart, his fingers quickly finding their way into my now dripping, bald pussy. I could almost hear his voice beginning to sneer…

‘Good to see you’re wet for what’s coming next – open wide slut’….

The sound of him pulling the front of his Bermuda shorts down alerted me to what was about to happen. No finesse, no foreplay – just Sir’s fabulously fat 9″ cock slamming into my very squelchy hole. Grabbing the scruff of my neck, I heard his voice and the warmth of his breath on my ear.

“Lean forward and take your punishment’

I bent myself in half so my face was pushed into the wind break and picnic blanket on the floor of the boot when I felt Sir’s thumbs insert themselves into my tight ring piece and stretch it. I heard myself cry out…Sir had pulled his solid girth out of my pussy and decided to aim for my backdoor. The onslaught caught me off guard and I could only manage an unintelligible, ‘ugggghhhhhh – oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck’

Sir had filled my dark void with his thickness and I felt sometime warm and wet drop onto my expanding sphincter…Sir was kindly lubricating the proceedings with his saliva. His strong fingers gripped my ass cheeks, tighter and tighter and….then he pulled out leaving me arse up, hole open and confused. In a rush of words he said,

‘Get in the car, someone’s walking towards us’….

But it was too late. I was none escort ataşehir the wiser as to who was approaching us as my jiggly arse was on display with my head in the boot. There was a cough and then I heard Sir say,

‘Do you want to watch as I fill this dirty little cunt’s holes with cum?’

There was a pause as I heard footsteps coming closer and without any exchange of pleasantries, a zip was being unzipped. I could hear Sir pull his cock out of his shorts again and he said to the stranger in the shadows,

‘Don’t stand so far away. She’d love you to empty your load on her ass. Let me watch as you wank over her whilst I’m ruining her’.

This wasn’t something Sir and I had discussed beforehand and Sir’s cock soon found its target. As my chocolate starfish was stretched to accommodate Sir’s relentless shafting, I could here the sound of a hand pounding away on a cock and grunts of pleasure. I squeezed my eyes tight and imagined it was some middle aged man bearing a fleeting resemblance to George Clooney getting his rocks off watching Sir assaulting my hungry entrance. I say ‘hungry’ as I do tend to devour any anal activity. I knew the sight of my very elastic entrance encircling Sir’s cock as it slid in and out would be enough to make any man spew their load.

‘Oh god’, said the other voice that wasn’t Sir’s. ‘Here it comes…..’ and the contorted vocals of someone having an earth shattering climax…

I felt the stranger’s very hard member slapping against my left buttock and unloading a sackful of warm, thick jizz and at the same time, my bum hole getting flooded with Sir’s cum. The synchronised ataşehir escort bayan cumfest was enough to make me sneak my hand between my legs and furiously rub my engorged clit, tipping me over the edge. As my legs buckled, Sir held me up by my hips, remaining inside me, plugging my fabulously pummelled portal. Sir casually slid himself out of my battered bumhole and started chatting to the not so innocent bystander.

‘Did you like what you saw?’

A voice that was filled with gratitude replied,

With a chuckle, Mr X said, ‘Thank you so much for inviting me to watch. I loved seeing her taking a good stretching like an obedient little slut’. ‘I haven’t shot my load like that for a while. I will imagine your prick getting swallowed up by her greedy ass hole as I fuck my wife tonight.’

I heard his zip being pulled up and footsteps retreating, a car engine starting and our audience driving away across the car park. A hard hand slapped my now dried spunk streaked posterior. Sir barked at me,

‘Clean yourself up.’

Since Sir had pulled his length out of me earlier, my gaping exit felt very exposed and gravity was kicking in as I stood up. So, I stuffed my panties into my ass crack to prevent Sir’s gooey concoction running onto his upholstery and to muffle the farts as my back passage contracted back into shape.

As I buckled up, Sir turned to me and said,

‘As a treat for being such a good little cum bucket, what do you want me to do to you when we get home?’

I felt my nipples stiffen. There was only one thing I wanted – the acrylic cylinders, lube, hand pump and nipples stretched as far as they’d go…..and then let the evening take its course….in my best timorous voice, I coyly stammered….

‘I’d like you to make my teats obscenely long, Sir. They’re yours’…..

As we both laughed, my ring piece let out an audible fart with a reassuring dribble to remind me of our ‘Sunday Spin’.