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In the Name of Art - Part IV

Date: 6/21/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

caressing that spongy lump inside him. “And you know I could keep you like this for ages, just caressing you here.” Softly grazing his prostate again, his frustrated moan punctured the febrile air. “Oh fuck, it… it feels so good.” She looked at him smiling wickedly, devouring the power she felt over him. “Just sliding my finger so gently here, keeping you rock hard, so close to climax and yet so impossibly far.” “Oh god, please don’t make me beg. I really need to cum.” “I could massage this spot and keep you hard for ages, intensifying your climax into a sensation that you thought would be impossible to experience.” It was already was a sensation impossible to experience, it was already beyond his level of comprehension. Every time she did this, she drew it out a little longer; she taunted him just that little bit more. “Pen, Pen, okay, okay, I’m begging you. Casting her eyes to the object covered in a tea towel, the timer next to it began beeping. She eased her finger from him and with a deep huff of frustration Harry looked to her. “Saved by the bell, brilliant,” added Harry sardonically. “Well, you wanted to know what the commission was.” Removing the tea towel, it was a large glass beaker full of candy pink. It looked like modelling clay. “What the fuck?” Penny tipped it upside down and precariously she held it aloft. “Now, where was I? Oh yes, massaging your prostate.” He responded immediately crunching his muscles with a lurch from his abdomen. “Holy fucking fuck! ... WOAH!” “Ah, yes, there it is.” His cock lurched hard; Harry’s body was back under her control. Slowly easing her finger back and forth, she watched his cock jerk and convulse. He was more than hard; it was as if she had ossified it and would stay like this forever. She wanted it; she craved to feel its heat inside her. She wanted him upon her, on her back and clinging to him. As he drove it into her, she would squeeze on its implacable strength at the point of her climax. She wanted to feel that phenomenal surge and throb as he came inside her. Right now, she had work to do and began to lower the container down. “Now, hold still Harry.” Lowering the beaker, she pressed it down over his hard cock. “Pen? What the fuck are you doing?” “Shush.” Silencing him into helpless moans as she massaged his prostate, she slowly pushed the container all the way down his hard cock. It was incredibly cossetting and warm; it felt like an inanimate cunt gasping him. The difference was that as his cock displaced it there was no give, he was locked in tight. As Penny slowly stimulated him, he leant up to watch the container slowly ease all the way down his cock, the glass resting cold against his loins. “Holy shit is it wrong to say that this feels really good?” “No, it does feel good doesn’t it? I took a cast of my hand yesterday just to see if I could get the mix right.” Slowly caressing that spot inside him he let out an airy gasp of pleasure, keeping him hard was vital now. She peered around it; ...