The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “You really know how to eat pussy,” she complimented him.

  “Thank you.” He rubbed at his jaw and worked it up and down a bit.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “You gave me a workout. I haven’t eating pussy like that for…well, a long time.”

  Giving his caged cock an idle tap with her toes she said, “You know you aren’t going to get to cum tonight, right?”

  “I know.”

  “Good. “I’ve got a nice little collection of vibrators in my bedroom,” she said standing up. They both ignored the little wet spot they had left behind on the couch. “Let’s see how good you are at using them on a young lady.”

  She stood up and headed deeper into the apartment, pulling off her shirt and bra in one smooth movement. As she casually dropped them on the floor, she sauntered around the corner. Basil scrambled to his feet and trotted after her, his caged cock barely having enough room to bounce around as he did so.

  When he got to her bedroom she was already on all fours, ass slightly in the air, expectantly waiting for him. She turned her head with a wicked smile. “Where do you think a young lady keeps her sex toys? Better find them quick, little boy.”

  Basil headed directly for the small nightstand next to her bed, doing his best to ignore her naked body, raised ass, and spread legs. Pulling open the top drawer he discovered it was full of jars and tubes of a variety of ointments and lotions. A quick perusal of them told him none were any type of sex lube; the drawer was also decidedly short of sex toys. Flinging open the small door under the top drawer he discovered a little cubbyhole that was held only a small carefully folded blanket and a pair of slippers. He stared blankly at the bit of knitted warmth and didn’t know what to do.

  Dorothy laughed at him. “You’re missing a prime opportunity,” she giggled at him. Looking up at her, he glimpsed her dangling breasts, ornamented by the little barbells piercing through the nipples. She was a fervently sexual woman and she would never deny herself some sexual relief when needed. Her toys had to be easily at hand.

  Flopping onto the floor, Basil fished blindly with one hand under the bed. He didn’t have to go deep at all before he found a flat wooden box. Dragging it out from under the bed he flipped open the lid—it wasn’t locked, that would only slow down Dorothy in her times of need—and looked on with satisfaction at the box’s interior that was lined with blue velvet and contained four vibrators of different sizes.

  “Oh! You found my secret stash!” Dorothy giggled. “Such a clever boy.”

  Considering his options—a smallish, smooth one; a tiny silver bullet; a large multicolored one that appeared to be an alien’s dick, and a medium-sized but heavily textured purple one—Basil quickly chose the purple one, partly because he hoped she’d appreciate a quick decision and partly because he didn’t want to go to any extremes right away.

  He turned the knob at the base and set it to what he hoped was a medium speed before he approached Dorothy on the bed.

  “You’re feeling confident, aren’t you?” she asked him.

  “I just want to make you happy,” he said as he rested his weight down next to her. She was still on all fours, waiting expectantly with the vibrator humming its eager tune. Reaching out Dorothy grabbed his caged cock and gave it a little shake.

  “I like this,” she told him. “Let’s see how well you do really pleasing me.” Giving him an indication of how ready she was, Dorothy arched her back. Basil wasn’t an idiot. He knew what to do.

  Moving behind her and slight to the side, Basil crouched down and carefully inspected her proffered pussy before sliding the bullet-shaped device into her.

  “Oh…yes,” she moaned. “That’s what I need.” She dropped her head to the mattress and let him get to work.

  Basil wasn’t an expert with a vibrator, not like he was with his mouth, but he was more than familiar with the mechanics and the geography.

  It wasn’t the same as fucking her with his actual cock, but in some ways it was better. He could watch the changes in her pussy as he moved the vibrator in and out of her body. She clutched at the sheets on the bed and moaned when he hit her in exactly the right spot. Her scent was amazing and he tried not to be a creep as he inhaled, but then realized being in this exact position made him a bit of a creep so there was nothing to lose.

  “Oh fuck yes, right…right there,” Dorothy panted. Her pussy lips gripped the vibrator and he had trouble pulling it out of her. “That angle. Go deep.”

  Basil let the vibrator follow the curve of her tunnel, pressing the toy as deeply into her as he dared while she panted for more.

  “Yes…yes…uhhh.”

  The heat coming off her pussy was astounding and before he knew it, she was quaking with a climax. Her juices dripped out between her lips and the vibrator and the noise she made—half-stifled into the pillow—was almost inhuman.

  She collapsed onto the bed. Turning her head she managed to mumble out, “You know how to make a girl feel good about herself.”

  Chapter Four

  She made him sleep in her bed wearing the chastity cage all night. If she thought it was supposed to be a punishment, she was wrong. Although he woke up several times in the middle of the night because his cock wanted to get hard—he had to retrain his body not to do that—it was exactly what he wanted. Maybe it was too early to think long-term relationship, but Basil allowed himself the indulgence of thinking exactly that. Even if it only lasted a few months, it would be better than nothing, which is what he had had for the past several years.

  Basil wasn’t sure if he woke up because he felt Dorothy’s hand on his cage or if she had been holding him for a while and she had taken the initiative in waking him up. “I love waking up to a man who is already hard,” she told him.

  “I’m not really hard,” he told her.

  “Yeah, but your cage is,” she pointed out. “And I can feel the heat of your cock.”

  They both looked down at her holding his cage. He was swelling—to little effect—and the redness of his cock was obvious through the bars of the cage. “Yeah, well, I’d like to fuck.”

  She didn’t directly answer his statement. “I love being in control of your like this. I’ve never had the feeling of this much power before. It’s like I own your cock or something.” Her smile was a bit greedier than he remembered seeing on her before. “Do you want to go get the key?”

  He nodded eagerly all the while knowing that it would be better to deny himself longer because he didn’t need to orgasm every day. The longer he went without climaxing, the better the climax was. Quality over quantity.

  “It’s in the pocket of my jeans. Go.”

  In his haste to get released Basil didn’t bother grabbing up anything to disguise his nudity. He headed right to the living room where he remembered Dorothy shimmying out of her jeans.

  Finding her pants and the key was easy. He was halfway back through the living room when he stopped mid-step when he looked into the attached kitchen. There was a strange woman staring at him. She wasn’t so strange, wearing a t-shirt and shorts and having obviously just woken up with messy hair and no makeup, but Basil didn’t know who she was. The fact that she was in the apartment and holding a cup of coffee told him this had to be Dorothy’s roommate.

  He knew he should either say something or just run away to Dorothy’s bedroom. Instead he just stood there, wearing nothing but his cage and carrying the tiny key.

  “I’m Caroline,” she finally said.

  “Basil.”

  Caroline looked pointedly down at his caged cock but said nothing more. Basil took that as the opportunity to run away. He closed Dorothy’s door behind him.

  “I think I just met your roommate.”

  “Caroline?”

  “Yeah.”

  Dorothy smirked at him and held out her hand. She had put on a t-shirt in his absence. It declared her love upstate New York with a heart and an editor’s carrot inserting “Upstate” above the logo.
Without giving it any real thought, he handed over his key to her. There was the expectation that she would release him, but he was a patient man.

  “She’s a nice girl. A little loud when her boyfriend fucks her, so I guess seeing you naked was my revenge. Or maybe that’s making her jealous.”

  “Maybe.” He looked expectantly down at his caged cock, trying to silently prompt her to release him.

  “Do you want to have sex?” she asked.

  “Um…yes.”

  Dorothy leaned over the edge of the bed and dropped the key into the velvet lined box, flipping the lid closed with her foot. She then sprawled on the bed with its messy, rumpled sheets and parted her thighs. “I think you first need to prove you’ve earned the right to be unlocked.”

  Basil didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed on the bed and plunged his face between her legs. Her pussy was both spicy and musky, much stronger than the night before. It was perfect. His cock tried to get hard, but he quieted that part of his body by focusing on her needs.

  It took some work and it took a while, but eventually he got her there. When she came, her legs clamped around his head and she shook pleasantly. Basil could tell her orgasm wasn’t as strong as the night before, but he assumed that was because she was mostly sated with her lust for the moment and sex this morning was just a pleasant way to start the day.

  It couldn’t be anything else, he told himself.

  “Okay,” she sighed, “I could get used to having someone on hand to make me cum like that every morning.”

  Basil looked up from her crotch. “I can do that for you.”

  She licked her lips and ran her fingers through his hair, curled them tightly and drew his face up to hers for a kiss. “I’d be interested in doing that. But right now you need to get dressed and go home.”

  “But—” he started to object.

  Lifting her chin ever so slightly was enough to stop his protest.

  “I’m not going to get to cum today, am I?” he asked her.

  “No, no you are not.”

  Dorothy was a fast learner. That pleased them both.

  She put on a robe and escorted him back out to the living room. Caroline was sitting in the kitchen, listlessly stirring her coffee and scrolling through the news on her phone. She looked up to watch the show of the naked man with the cock cage on get dressed in her living room. She did it without comment. It wasn’t polite of Dorothy to drag her roommate into her sex games, it was her suspicion that Caroline got off on others hearing her have loud, noisy sex, so she figured it was an even exchange.

  After sending Basil off with a chaste kiss on his cheek, Dorothy turned back to her friend.

  “Care to tell me the story on that one?” Caroline asked dryly.

  “Not yet,” Dorothy said, a smug smile on her lips. “But maybe soon.”

  “He just gave me a hell of an eyeful. Plus earlier.” She put down her spoon. “Is there something wrong with his cock. He had…something…on it.”

  “No. It works just great. He just likes wearing a cage on it.” Her smile broadened. “I like him wearing a cage on it too. I have the key to the lock.”

  “Really?” Caroline took a sip of the coffee. The conversation woke her up more than the caffeine.

  “It’s very modern,” Dorothy said, putting on a fake posh accent. “In the olden days a boy would give you the key to his heart, now it’s the key to his chastity cage.”

  “You’re playing a very kinky and very dangerous game,” commented Caroline.

  Dorothy dismissed her concerns with a scoff. “It’s all just fun and games. When I unlock him, the sex is going to be mind-blowing in the extreme.”

  Caroline slowly shook her head. “I don’t know about that. Guys into the weird stuff…”

  “Are guys who know what they want. I’m just glad he told me up front.”

  Basil went home happy because he was both satisfied and unsatisfied. He had such wonderful plans for him and Dorothy.

  End Part 1

  Part 2

  Chapter Five

  “But have you really earned it?” Dorothy asked.

  “What else could I do?” Basil pleaded.

  She slowly twirled the key around her finger. It was attached to a short keyring and chain which facilitated the twirling. Basil was wearing nothing…nothing but his cock cage and a desperate look. He was kneeling on the floor in front of her as she sat on the edge of her bed, legs slightly apart so he could kneel between them. She was wearing a thin, tight t-shirt emblazoned with the command “Think Beaches!” along with a palm tree and sunset. The outlines of her prominent nipples were easily discernable through the thin fabric. Her nipples and barbell jewelry. That’s what Basil was focusing his attention on at the moment. He didn’t like meeting her steely gaze right after he had eaten her out and came her cum. While he liked being submissive, sometimes it was too much.

  “You’ve gone a week in lockup. You’ve given me over a dozen orgasms during that time,” she said ticking off each item on her fingers. “You’ve taken me out to dinner twice. You were polite to my roommate when I made you walk around naked.”

  “Naked except for my cage,” he reminded her.

  “Naked except for your cage,” she agreed. “And you haven’t asked to be released once. That’s very good behavior,” she complimented him.

  “Thank you.”

  “But I don’t think it’s enough.”

  Basil gritted his teeth and tried to take the news like a man, but it was hard. No. It was difficult, not hard. “What more could I do for you?” he asked politely.

  Her smile was thin. “It’s not what you can do for me,” she said. “It’s what you can do for yourself.”

  He waited expectantly and after a moment’s pause she continued, reaching out and resting one of her soft hands on his shoulder.

  “I know you love being in your little chastity cage. And I know you love being released from it too.” She smiled, remembering the first time he had done a weeklong lockup for her and when he had been released he had been so eager to fuck her he had barely gotten into her pussy and pumped two times before he came. That was funny and disappointing. But he quickly recovered and fucked her twice more that night before agreeing to go back into his cage. “But that can’t be the extent of what you want. Surely there’s so other deep, dark secret about your little cock that you want to tell me.”

  Using her toes she gently nudged his trapped cock. It wasn’t painful, but it reminded him that he was completely under her control. The more she dragged out the interview, the more eager he became to please her.

  “What is your little secret?” she all but whispered to him. She leaned in and automatically Basil’s eyes dipped down to sneak a peek at her hidden breasts. It wasn’t like he needed to do that. It was an automatic male response. She saw it and frowned at him. “Eyes where they belong,” she reminded him.

  “Yes, Thena. Sorry. It’s just that…”

  “It’s just that you want out of your cage, but that’s not going to happen unless you obey the rules, right?”

  The rules were the basis of their relationship. Obedience meant rewards, disobedience meant punishment, which was usually a longer lock up.

  “Yes, Thena.”

  “What do you want?” she asked again. “What do you need? Do you want to see me fuck another man? Do you want to fuck another man while I watch? Do you need a painful ruined orgasm?”

  “I want you to fuck me in the ass,” he quickly blurted out, trying not to think of the words and what it meant. The only way his kink worked was when he didn’t think about what he was doing.

  Showing the poise and coolness she had learned over the past few months of indulging Basil in his kink, Dorothy said sweetly, “The only problem with that plan is I don’t have a dick where I could fuck you in the ass.”

  “You’d have to wear a strapon one,” he said quietly. “With a harness.”

  “And do you have one of these toys?” she ask
ed, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand. She felt the light stubble that had grown there over the course of the day. It was a caring gesture that was also designed to make him feel inferior to her, submissive.

  “Y-y-yes.”

  “Of course you do. And has anyone else worn it?” she continued on.

  Basil swallowed. He should have lied, but if he was caught in a lie, the punishment would be more severe than if he had just told the truth in the first place. “Y-y-yes,” he stammered out again.

  They both knew who he was talking about but neither of them wanted to say her name.

  “Then I think you should get me a new one,” she said. “A nice one. Pay the extra for the overnight shipping.”

  “I can…I can do that,” Basil said bravely.

  “Good. When I fuck you in the ass, will you cum?”

  “Yes,” he said quickly, almost too eagerly. “I mean, I have before and I’m sure you can make me do it again.”

  “It’ll make a mess of your cage, won’t it?”

  He looked at her blankly.

  “I’m not going to fuck you without your cage on,” she told him flatly. “And I know you can cum with it on, so that’ll make a mess.”

  “I can clean it up,” he said.

  “Good. I’ll have to inspect you when you’re done. I don’t like it when a boy can’t keep his chastity cage clean.”

  “Yes, Thena.”

  She bent forward and kissed him on the cheek. A chaste kiss. “Then get dressed. I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure you have that strapon cock ready to go for me. And make sure it’s bigger than yours. We both know who is in charge here, right?”

  “Right.”

  She cleared her throat.

  “Yes, Thena.” She smiled again.

  Over the weeks Dorothy had learned a lot about Basil’s kink and she had come to enjoy playing the game with him. The sex was definitely exuberant and different from anything she had ever had before, but one thing was missing.