He swatted Bendix's hands away where they had covered his genitals. “Don't cover them.” Sir fingers closed around Bendix's shaft and slid up and...down. “They're mine now, aren't they?”“Yes, Sir,” Bendix murmured, shifting his legs wider.“Good,” Sir laughed and grabbing Bendix's taut balls gave a strong hard pull downward.Bendix groaned. “Yes. I thought so,” Sir grinned.He was gone for a moment and returned with a small wooden box. He began removing thick black cockrings which he stretched. How I wanted to feel Sven's hard cock in my pussy too! I was gagged and couldn't beg, so I thrust my ass off hte bed a few times to try to hint to them I needed a good fucking. I felt the sting of the mace ball on my clit instead. then a finger rubbed it until I thought I'd scream. Tears fell from under the blindfold. I was greatful to them for this pleasure! The need to cum was outstanding, but the denial of it was turning me on to no end! I was stuck in an orgasmic paradox! I. Then, we started talking about how much I liked reading those cuckold stories, and I realized that I really did want it to happen. When you put your cum-covered pussy into my mouth tonight, I knew that I was hooked. Do you think that I’ll ever be able to be there when you fuck him?”I was a little surprised at how easily he was accepting his role as my cuckold and I told him about a great opportunity to see me fuck Jeff. I said, “I’m so pleased that you love me enough to want me to be able to. Then I waited. After the comment did not seem to elicit a response, I sent a message, again asking to meet-up in real life. I did not get his reply until the next day, but it was an enthusiastic ‘yes’. Over the next few hours, we exchanged messages intensively, agreeing to meet the following evening.That next evening, I nervously fidgeted as I rang his doorbell. After a few moments, a kind-faced, handsome old gentleman opened the door. He greeted me warmly, and asked me to come inside.I stepped.