Hanky by Sillien

Hanky

by: Sillien Adjani

She dragged her hand down the length of his back as she made her way to the other end of the table. His skin was so warm to the touch, yet a shiver went down his spine as she cupped his ass-cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. This was the fourth time she had him on this table, secured to its legs with his rear presented. The duct-tape over his mouth allowed nothing but whimpers to escape. The thick blindfold left him in the dark, mercifully keeping him from seeing himself like this in the mirror on the wall in front of him.

It would start with a simple message from her. “Give yourself an enema. I will be there tonight.” Every time those words popped up he would stare at them for at least a minute before putting his phone down and complying. Lady Rose would knock on his door at whatever time she decided she would show up. On two occasions even that didn’t happen. The Lady was at least generous enough to let him know that she had changed her mind, but each and every time he would make certain he was ready.

Naked, he would answer that knock on his knees. She would step in and he would put his lips to her shoes in greeting. Dinner would be served shortly. Occasionally she would instruct him to bathe her. It would always end up with him secured to that table. She would pull out a dainty five inch dildo and lather it with lube, then rub some around his hole to prepare him.

The first two times she had just wet him up with that thick, cold liquid. He had tensed up in anticipation of being violated in his virgin hole, but it never came. She strapped on a dildo, clenched her hands around his hips, and rubbed it along his crack, never once putting it in. It had felt like she would, and he supposed that was the point.

The last time she had visited, she even slipped a finger inside of him, sliding it in and out, making his hole as ready as it would ever be, the thick goo seeping inside of him. Again, he had gritted his teeth as her cock head teased his entrance, but it never came. On those instances he would instead be given a lashing, usually with a cane or a flogger, leaving welts to remind him for the next few days that she could have had his ass. She could have fucked him raw and left him there weeping. The only reason it didn’t happen was that she chose not to.

This time...it would be different. He was slathered with the lube first again. His hole was prepped with a finger, then stretched a bit when she added another. Then the cock was rubbed up and down his crack and his opening was teased with its head. His fingers clutched the edge of the table. Even though she chose not to take him before, he still believed that it could happen. Then she drove it in.

The duct tape prevented his surprised gasp from filling the room. Her first push was slow and deliberate, filling up every inch of him with care. She left it there for five seconds before he felt her fingers digging into his hips. And the she fucked him. She tore the blindfold off of his face so she could see him in the mirror in front of him. So she could indulge in the moment his eyes shot open wide. The pumping came faster. The table made a scraping noise against the linoleum tile as she pulled his ass to him and pushed it away in a rhythm that grew faster with each passing moment. A hand would occasionally let go and give his cheek a sharp smack, and she smiled when she looked into the mirror to see a tear running down his face while muffled yelps came from the boy.

Her other hand reached down a gripped his cock and balls, using it as a handle to pull him onto her cock even harder, eliciting a muffled scream from him. That only made her grip tighter, pulling on him so hard he was terrified she might rip it all off. At this point he was crying while the Lady cackled at him. She was ready for more.

She stripped him of his bonds, ditched her strap-on, and tossed him on the floor. His hands were hastily tied together and she sat squarely on his face, her warm pussy juice mixing with the boy’s tears as she grabbed his skull and drove his face into her.

“Find that clit, damn it! Find it and suck it!” His tongue thrashed around. He was half in a daze and could tell the Lady was getting more and more impatient with him, but this was hard enough with a woman who was sitting still. One hand reached back and gripped his manhood once again, pushing him to work faster, to find that spot and get his lips around it and to hold on it for dear life. To suck on it and work it with the tip of his tongue and he knew he was on the right track when the Lady started to moan loudly, to grip his skull and balls that much tighter, to press herself more forcefully onto his face until, then, her whole body became rigid and tense and his balls felt like they were going to pop as her fingers clutched them like a vice and she screamed into the air and then… relaxed. Her breathing was heavy, her chest heaving as she lifted herself and moved a few inches down his chest so she could look at the boy’s gooey, messy face.

He had thought it was over. “I still need to be filled up, slut.” He thought she was done with him. That’s what he thought until she secured the face dildo to him. Until he watched as her pussy came at him again, this time taking in the fake cock sticking out of his mouth, his own cock standing tall yet completely useless to her. She gripped his skull once more and drove the cock in and out of her, his head making a tapping noise as it lightly bumped against the linoleum. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Lady Rose grinned and moaned as she fucked herself with her toy, riding him for a solid five minutes before the night had just worn her out.

After that she lifted off of his face at an angle so that the fake cock sprang back and wobbled.. She took off his binds and removed the face-dildo, then wrapped an arm around him and pressed her lips into his cheek, tasting his salty tears.

“What I really want to do is get dressed and strut out that door, leaving you weeping here on the floor like a used tissue. All men do that, right? They jerk-off into a tissue and just discard it?”

He just nodded.

“I want to do that with you. Use you and walk away.” She looked him in the eyes and ran her fingers through his hair. “Problem is I want to come back and use you again. How do we make that happen?”

“Well,” he gulped as he tried to talk. “You need to think of me as more of a hanky, maybe? Something you jerk-off in and then…”

She completed his sentence. “And then wash! Brilliant! But how do you wash a dirty little slut? How do you take such a messy little cock-whore and clean them up before next time?” She pushed him on his side and got an arm around him, clutching him tight and kissing the back of his neck softly.

“Gently,” he said, stroking her arm with his fingers. “Something like this.”