Una Decisione Suono

Tony slams his fist on the door, shaking. The nurse answers. Maitresse Madeline. Red lips, black coat, all business. He blurts it out right there on the stoop: he has done every filthy thing he can think of. Nothing hits anymore. He needs something worse. She brings him inside, strips him, ties his wrists. A hard wooden chair, legs spread, cock already hard from fear and need. She spanks his ass until it glows, then drops to her knees and buries her face between his cheeks, licking deep, tasting every inch. Tony moans like he might come from that alone. Madeline stands. She straps on a thick black cock and pushes straight into his hole. She fucks him slow, then faster, until his body opens and she can slide her whole fist inside. She works his prostate in steady, cruel pumps until his cock leaks without permission. But she stops. Pulls out. Reaches for the tray of long silver rods. One by one she feeds the cold metal down his slit while her other hand strokes the shaft in short, tight pulls. Every time he swells toward the edge she lets go, leaving the rod inside him, throbbing. His balls ache, his wrists strain against rope, and still she keeps him right on the knife-edge, sliding steel in and out of his cock while denying him any release.