The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  The two roommates had discussed their many sexual partners before. Neither had admitted to a certain number, but Caroline was reasonably sure she had fucked more men between the two of them. She knew was a much better judge of cunnilingus than Dorothy.

  For just half a second too long, Basil remained in the living room while Caroline had already disappeared to her bedroom. He couldn’t hear anything happening inside Dorothy’s bedroom. He hadn’t even heard the lock click shut. He knew this was his time to take control of his life and stop heading down the road to full cuckoldry and became a real man.

  “Coming?” Caroline called from her bedroom.

  Dutifully Basil slipped down the hallway and into his girlfriend’s roommate’s room. Caroline was already on the bed, her skirt and underwear on the floor, legs spread and knees to the ceiling. Her pussy was shaved bare and Basil would have been instantly hard if not for an elegantly crafted bit of metal surrounding his cock. As he went to shut the door, Caroline stopped him.

  “Leave the door open. I want them to hear us.”

  From his time in the apartment with Dorothy, Basil knew how thin the walls were. Shutting the door made no difference. It only then occurred to him that if he could heard Caroline fucking Rick, then she certainly could have heard him and Dorothy’s varied sexual activities.

  Caroline’s heels were at the edge of the bed. It was patently obvious what she wanted of him. Basil walked up to the bed, knelt down on the floor, curled his arms around her thighs, and pressed his face into her pussy.

  It had been too long since he had worshipped at the temple of Venus of any other woman besides Dorothy. Before that there Marci and before that there were several women, but while he had low numbers, he traded that for quality. Caroline’s scent was different from Dorothy or Marci’s while still being so similar with just a few notes of difference. He inhaled deeply before tasting her, running his tongue along her slit, taking stock of her geography. Her clit was prominent and he knew it would be easy to make her cum. That was always the goal, to please his partner above all else.

  Once he started in, Caroline proved her previous behavior in the bedroom wasn’t an act, or she acted equally for all her lovers. Though his hearing was partially muffled by her thighs squeezing tightly to the sides of his head, Caroline gave a command performance with her heavy breathing, sighs, moans, and calls for more and faster. If he hadn’t heard it all before, Basil would have been convinced that she was simply doing it to piss off either her ex-boyfriend or to piss off Dorothy who was fucking Caroline’s ex-boyfriend. He couldn’t deny, however, that how she moved and vocalized make his dick hard. Or it would have made his dick hard if his dick wasn’t encased in immovable steel. And the feeling of not getting hard made him want to get harder and so the cycle went around and around while Basil focused on Caroline’s pussy and especially her clit.

  When she came, she came hard. She ground her pussy into his face while grabbing the back of his head to prevent him from moving away. Her scream was like something announcing she had just had a limb amputated, but in a good way. She also flooded Basil’s mouth with her girlcum. He didn’t feel like he was drowning, but he was delighted when he realized that she was a squirter because he had resigned himself to never being with a woman who had that particular talent.

  By the time she was done cumming, her entire body was quivering, especially her thighs, and her moans still didn’t stop.

  But then he realized that she had stopped moaning. The moans he was hearing were coming through the walls. They were Dorothy’s. They were hard evidence that Rick knew how to fuck Dorothy better than he did.

  And of course that made his dick try to get hard again.

  Caroline didn’t looked up at him, but spoke to the ceiling. “Sounds like Rick is giving her all the dick that you couldn’t.”

  If the words were supposed to hurt Basil, they didn’t have their desired effect. Somehow the sounds of Dorothy being fucked and her appreciation of what Rick was doing to her made him love her all the more. He wanted his girlfriend to be happy. Locking his cock away into a cage couldn’t make her happy, he knew that. She was a sexual and sensual woman and denying her even one fuck was more punishment than she deserved.

  If it was a punishment for him, listening to another man fuck her, it had completely backfired. Not only did he want to continue to listen, but he wanted to watch her with Rick. He wanted to see her enjoy her body and his cock.

  “Yeah. It sounds like she’s really enjoying it.”

  Caroline laughed. Basil wasn’t sure if she was laughing at him or at the situation. “She sure does. He’s got a huge dick, you know.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “Stand up,” she said, bending her neck to look at him.

  Basil did as she asked, but the moment he stood up she saw he was fully dressed. “Oh shit. I forgot. You still have that stupid thing on, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Show it to me.”

  There was no thought given to opening up his pants and displaying his steel-encased cock. When a woman told him to do that, he did just that.

  “It looks small,” she commented.

  “It’s supposed to be small,” he said. “There’s a sort of pride in the chastity community of how small a cage a guy can wear. Then there’s the whole concept of shrinkage.”

  “Cold water will do that,” Caroline said above another one of Dorothy’s louder groans.

  “No, not. Not even that. The idea is the longer you wear a chastity cage, the smaller your dick will get because it’s not being used or allowed to get hard.”

  Caroline snorted. “That’s ridiculous.” She put her feet down on the floor, bringing her face closer to his cage. It also had the effect of hiding her pussy, which was where Basil had found his eyes were going. She reached out and grabbed his cock. “Oh. I thought your balls were inside it too.”

  “No. Just the shaft really. There’s the ring that goes behind the balls, but they’re free.”

  She caressed his smooth, hairless sack. “Nice.”

  Basil tried to focus on the issue at hand: listening to Dorothy get fucked. He wanted to hear her cum, but Caroline was distracting him. “Thank you.”

  “Your balls are as big as Rick’s. But I’m pretty sure he’s got a bigger dick. Not that I need a huge one, but he’s got one of the biggest—maybe the biggest—I’ve ever had. It feels really good when he fills me up.” There was another load moan from Dorothy. They were getting faster now. Basil was certain it wouldn’t be long before she came. “It sounds like Thena likes a big dick as well.”

  “The Greeks had a belief that men with big cocks were like animals, little more than beasts. That’s why you see small cocks on Greek statues. A small penis meant an intelligent and cultured man; a big cock meant a man who couldn’t control his animal instincts.”

  Caroline looked up at him. “Is that why you wear this silly cage? Because you can’t control your animal instincts and need a little help?” She continued to caress his balls, but used her other hand now to manipulate the shaft, not that he could truly feel it. Still, he could feel the heat of her fingers coming through the bars of the cage.

  “Something like that.”

  “I’d like to fuck you,” she said. “To compare your cultured cock to Rick’s big dick. How do we get this off?” She fingered the rubber-band wrapped lock that held him under control, locked safely away.

  “We don’t. Thena has the key.”

  “Where does she keep it?” Caroline’s eyes had lit up when she suggested him fucking her. She wanted it now and that was impossible.

  “I don’t know,” Basil lied. It was on her keyring that she normally kept in her purse. He tried to convince her to wear it on a chain around her neck but she refused. Apparently she wasn’t that type of woman.

  Dorothy’s moans and groans were coming rapidly now. “I’ll just ask her for the key when she’s done. She’s going to cum soon, isn’t she?”


  Basil nodded and swallowed.

  “I’ve listened to you two fuck…or do whatever it is you two do when you have this on.” She shook his cock almost to the point of pain. “She’s almost there.”

  The two listened to the couple in the other room for another minute. Dorothy’s cries grew more intense and passionate. They could even hear Rick making a few grunting and straining noises along the way, but it was a satisfied and drawn out moan that told Basil his girlfriend had finally cum with Rick.

  “I think she liked it,” Caroline said smartly. “It sounded like she liked it.”

  Basil’s stomach was doing flipflops. He didn’t know how he should feel about his girlfriend cheating on him—but was it really cheating if he had given her permission to do it. Was it really cheating if he wanted her to do it. And though he was loath to admit it to himself, he did want her to fuck another man. It was sick and twisted and he hated himself for it, but it had him excited and hard. Or it made him excited and he wanted to get hard over it.

  Things in the apartment were quiet for a minute. Caroline was still holding onto his caged cock, inspecting it out of curiosity, but then they heard footsteps and Basil turned his head to see who was at the door.

  Rick stood there in the opening, naked and smirking. Basil couldn’t help but look at the other man’s cock. In the dim light he could just barely see the sheen of cum and girl juice on Rick’s cock. Even though it was flaccid and recently used, Basil could tell Rick was more than well-endowed. Not only did Rick not care who saw him naked, but he was probably the sort who liked to walk around naked just to show off his dick.

  “Do you like holding that thing, Car?” he asked.

  “It’s harder than you ever got,” she snarked at him but let go of Basil’s useless dick. “What do you want, Rick?”

  “It’s not what I want. It’s what the slut in the other room wants.” He grinned. “She’s summoning her little boy.”

  “Put on some fucking pants,” Caroline told him.

  “I can’t fuck if I have pants on,” he pointed out.

  Basil said nothing, but stepped back and tucked his cock into his pants. Rick stepped aside when Basile approached the doorway. He was halfway down the hall before he realized that Caroline was following him. He ignored her.

  The door to Dorothy’s room was wide open. There was one light on and he could see her on the bed, the covers tossed to the side and her in the middle on her back, knees to the ceiling. It was obvious what she was waiting for. Still, he paused at the door.

  “Thena?”

  “Just who was I waiting for,” she told him, a satisfied note in her voice. “You need to get to work.”

  Basil approached her warily. “What exactly do—”

  Caroline interrupted them. “Can I have his key?” she asked rudely. “I’d like to fuck him before you. It only seems fair. You got to fuck Rick.” There was an odd note to Caroline’s voice and right at that moment Basil realized that Dorothy’s roommate didn’t know what she wanted at that moment other than a bit of revenge, something to equalize the two.

  Dorothy made to cover herself up, but then dropped the pretense. She looked angrily at her roommate. “I don’t need Basil’s cock right now,” she said curtly. “When I’m done with his mouth maybe I’ll let him fuck you. Maybe I’ll fuck him myself. I’ve never fucked two men in the same night. Now would you fucking leave us alone? Rick’s cum is leaking everywhere and my boyfriend has a job to do.”

  There was a more than awkward pause while the two women glared at each other and then Caroline finally retreated. She went all the way back to her room where Rick was lounging on the bed, naked. “Put your fucking clothes on and get the hell out,” she snapped at him.

  “That’s fucking rude,” he commented.

  “My place. My bed. And I don’t need or want your cock any longer. Get out.”

  “Rude bitch.”

  “Lousy lay.”

  “That’s not what you were screaming Friday night.”

  “I was faking it,” she said nastily as she wrapped a robe around her body.

  Rick left the room, found his clothes thrown in a heap in the hallway, pulled on his pants, and marched with some, but not much, dignity to the front door.

  After throwing Rick’s clothes into the hall, Basil joined Dorothy on the bed and slid between her legs, his face just inches away from her sodden pussy. He hesitated, not because he was afraid to eat her out, but because he could see and smell the mess that Rick had left behind.

  Catching him under the jaw with her fingers, Dorothy lifted his head so that their eyes met. “What’s the matter?” she asked sweetly, already knowing the answer.

  “He came in you.”

  “Uh-huh. I know. And I need you to clean me up. You don’t want his cum to stay in me, do you?”

  He slowly shook his head. “No.” There was no promise of sex, he was just burdened with the task of licking up the mess that Rick had left behind. Basil knew this was the next step in his enforced chastity, one he wanted and feared, but it was a hard step to make.

  She let go of his chin and dropped her finger down to her pussy, drawing it along the length of her slit, gathering some of Rick’s cum, before circling her finger around her clit and finally offering it to Basil.

  As her finger hovered just an inch from his mouth, she said, “You know you want to and you know I want you to. It’s going to happen, just let it happen.”

  Without thinking about it, Basil leaned forward and took her finger in his mouth, sucking off her wetness and Rick’s cum.

  She sighed and with her other hand, she pressed his face down into her pussy. He licked at her clit and then down lower into her tunnel. Once he started, it wasn’t so bad and he found himself enjoying the task for the woman he loved.

  It wasn’t so bad. Rick’s cum made the flavor a little different than what he was used to. Dorothy’s scent was still strong and she was still incredibly wet. It didn’t take much to get her moaning loudly and squirming around. Before he knew it—and almost too quickly—Dorothy reached her peak and was crying out as she came.

  “Oh, good boy, good boy,” she sighed as she came down from the climax. “You know me so well.”

  Wiping his face with one hand, Basil moved back from her pussy. It was beautifully swollen and red from too much sex. “I want to fuck you,” he said. His cock was straining at his cage, threatening to split the steel bars.

  She looked up at him. “I know you do, but that’s not going to happen. I think you need to suffer a bit, don’t you?”

  He knew he didn’t need to, but he wanted to, but that could only happen if she enforced it. And apparently Dorothy was well-satisfied from his tongue and Rick’s cock.

  “I can go a few more days,” he said. He’d been locked up for almost two weeks now, but release was constantly on his mind.

  “Or maybe you could give his key to me,” Caroline said from the doorway. She was wearing a thin robe that hid her body. Neither of them knew how long she had been there watching, though she didn’t seem the type to be a voyeur. Then again, it was always the true voyeurs who never seemed the type.

  “You want to fuck my boyfriend?” Dorothy asked her.

  “You just fucked my boyfriend.”

  “Ex-boyfriend.”

  “Whatever. I’m horny and you obviously don’t want his dick. I do,” she said with a shrug.

  “I do want his dick,” Dorothy said coolly. “It’s just that he doesn’t deserve it. It’s better for him to go without.”

  “It’s your pussy that he doesn’t deserve,” said Caroline. “I’m willing to give him mine.”

  Dorothy scoffed at her friend, amused at her argument, and turned to Basil. “What do you think? Do you deserve to fuck me or Car?”

  Basil chose his words carefully. “I would hope that I deserve both of you, but only if that’s what you want.”

  Dorothy snorted again. “When was the last time you fucked someone other than
me?”

  “Four years ago when I was with Marci.”

  “And before that?”

  “Probably ten years when I was dating other women.”

  Caroline broke in. “I think he deserves a little variety, don’t you?”

  They both could see Dorothy considering it. She tapped her fingernail against her front tooth and then pursed her lips. “Do you know I’ve fucked more guys than you’ve fucked women?” she asked Basil.

  “How…how could you know that?”

  She sighed and rolled her eyes. This was getting to be a longer discussion than she wanted. “I’ve fucked forty-two guys since I was eighteen. How many women have you been with?”

  Basil swallowed and did some quick calculations, but it was pointless. He was honest and he had valued quality over quantity, but maybe… “Including you? Eight.”

  Caroline sniggered. “See. He deserves a little more. Let him live a little.”

  “Yeah, but his cock belongs to me,” said Dorothy. “My property. It would be like I was fucking you.”

  Her words made Basil’s cock try to swell with pride, but they didn’t dissuade Caroline.

  “I’m down with that.”

  She made Dorothy laugh. “Okay, fine. Sure. What the fuck does it matter?” Rolling off the bed she went to her dresser where she kept her purse, rooted through it, found her key ring, and gestured for Basil to come over to her.

  “Can I unlock him?” Caroline asked a little too eagerly.

  Her question caused Dorothy to quickly clasp her keys tightly in her hand. “No. Like I said. It’s my cock. I get to have complete control over it. Let’s go to your room because you’re not fucking him in my bed.”

  “Okay,” Caroline quickly agreed. Basil said nothing, but he was secretly thrilled that they were talking about him like a piece of meat, just a fuck toy. That’s all he was. That’s all he wanted at the moment.

  The group moved back to Caroline’s room and Dorothy made Basil lay on the bed on his back. “Do you have a condom?” she asked her roommate.