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Haircut at Madam Twon's, Part IV
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HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (IV)
by Art Miyako
We walked toward the door. I should say that my "barber" walked; I
was waddling noticeably by this point. Every time my feet hit the floor,
the pain of my over-filled nuts shot through my groin like lightning.
She noticed of course and laughed most cruelly.
We went through the door into a room that was much darker than the
one in which I'd just had all my hair shaved away, and it took a few
moments for my eyes to adjust to the change. My ears, however,
caught the sounds immediately. The sounds of men's voices
pleading, of women moaning and laughing, and of chains rattling. I
was getting rather nervous about what was to happen next, and would
probably have bolted from the room if not for the excruciating ache in
my privates.
When my eyes finally did adjust, it was hard to believe what they
showed me. There were a half dozen nude men shackled to the walls
here, and the center of the room was occupied by several women,
also sans clothing, intently involved in an orgy. I couldn't take my eyes
from them as my guide led me helplessly to an empty spot near a pair
of restraints. The air was heavily perfumed with the scent of sex.
"Take your clothes off," my guide instructed, "and stand against the
wall there." I knew resistance would be useless at this point, and I did
as I was told. I was promptly shackled to the wall, and my guide knelt
before me and licked my semi-hard cock a few times until it was
restored to its full, steely firmness. She again smiled and then left the
area.
It was easy to understand why the men were struggling against their
bonds. I watched in near awe the sizzling hot tableau as a dozen
women went at it. All of them had huge breasts; one in particular
caught my attention, as her immense tits covered the entire front of
her body from her chest down to her hips. Two women were at her
nipples, sucking and slurping loudly as they fingered her slit. She, in
turn, knelt between the open legs of a woman standing above her, her
face firmly wedged into her crotch. The standing woman grunted and
sighed as her pussy was devoured by the tit-queen. Her hands went
to her own fantastic tits and squeezed them just behind the nipples,
produced a spray of milk that arced through the two feet of space that
separated her from the nearest shackled man, soaking his groin. He
let out a moan and shot cum back at her. At this point, one of the
women attending to the biggest tits in the room unlatched herself from
a thumb-sized nipple, wiping away a trickle of milk from the corner of
her mouth. She walked over to the man and reached down to his
dripping penis, running a single finger over the head and collecting
some of his cum on one finger. After licking her finger clean, she
kneed him in the crotch for all she was worth and shouted "NO!" I
doubt that he heard her; the impact sent him into unconsciousness. I
winced involuntarily at the sight. This done, she turned around and
went back to her big-titted friend.
A pair of women moved off from the group and stood near me. One of
the two, a black-haired beauty with wide hips and a 52-DD bustline,
leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't cum. If you do, we'll hurt
you, I promise." She stuck her tongue in my ear, eliciting a giggle
from the other woman that caused her fantastic tits to jiggle slightly.
Her nipples were hard and slowly dripped liquid from their tips. The
woman who'd whispered in my ear walked over to her and they
embraced in a long, intense, open-mouthed kiss. One stepped away
from the other and bent over so that her ass and sopping cunt were no
more than a couple of feet from me. Her friend bent over her,
spreading open both of her holes. She tugged gently at one nipple,
causing a bit of milk to squirt onto her bent-over friend's back. She
rubbed two fingers into the little puddle, and then plunged them into
the bent woman's asshole, wiggling them about. This sent a shock
that ran from my head straight to my cock, which I could feel pulsating
and getting harder than it ever had before.
She thrust her fingers in and out a few times as the woman who
received the attentions wiggled her ass in time to the thrusting. She
then removed the fingers and her friend sat on the floor. The woman
who'd been finger-fucking thrust an engorged nipple into the sitting
woman's mouth, and she in turn reached up to knead her lover's
crotch. The standing girl moaned uninhibittedly as a wet tongue and
bright, warm lips licked and sucked and nibbled at her swollen lips and
clit. The sitting woman put her hand to her own slit and rubbed her
nub. I wanted to join them in a blinded, mindless way, and tugged as
hard as I could at the chains that bound my wrists to the wall behind
me. The standing woman looked at me quizzically and pushed her
friend away. She stood so close to me know that I could smell her
scent and feel her body heat. She then grabbed one of her huge
breasts in each hand and lifted them, pushing them together. A trickle
of milk dripped from each nipple as she grazed them over my chest
and down, down until she reached my swollen cock. The feeling of
the warm wetness was almost too much to bear as she squirted her
tit-nectar onto it, and then my raging hard-on was engulfed in tit flesh.
The second woman stood next to me and bit at my neck and shoulder
as her friend kneaded her tits around my aching dick. She mouthed
into my ear, "You want to cum, don't you? I'll bet you do. Maybe we'll
let you this time. Maybe we'll let you shoot your hot cum all over our
big milky tits. Wouldn't you like that? I bet you would. Think about it,
think about all that cum shooting out and soaking our tits. You know
what I'd do if that happened? I'd lick it all off her boobs, and I'd drain
out ever drop of milk from her."
"And then," she said more loudly, "I'd pull your dick off."
This caused her friend to laugh so hard that she lost her balance and
fell back on her ass. Immediately, her accomplice fell upon her pussy,
spreading the lips wide and running her tongue firmly up and down the
slit. She writhed and moaned at the sensations, and began shouting
"Lick me. Yes, yes, lick me, oooohhh...." Creamy looking fluid oozed
in a great quantity from the twitching crack onto the floor, and her
friend lapped up as much as she could as if she were dying of thirst.
As she came, her milk let down, and at least a quart sprayed from her
nipples and over her lover's back to her waste.
The two women stood up again, the one who hadn't cum frigging
herself with two fingers up her hole as her friend approached me. She
looked down at my jumping, rock-hard penis and grasped it lightly in
one hand, her thumb and forefinger forming a circle around it's
circumference. She stroked me up and down and said, "You may just
make it after all. Let's see if you can _really_ hang onto that hot load."
She reached up to her dripping tits with one hand and milked herself
into the other, and then rubbed her hands together as if putting on
some hand lotion. She then got my dick between her hands tightly
and began jacking me. Her friend in the meantime stood with her legs
far apart and finger-fucked herself, her open cunt making squishing
sounds and her wetness dribbling down the inside of her thighs.
I wanted to shoot it more than I'd ever wanted anything, but I knew
doing so meant an even greater pain to follow. Still, I could feel a
volume of cum working its way up from my puffed-up balls. My
torturer let go with one hand and began kneading her giant breast.
After a moment she said to me, "I want you to suck me off now.
You're going to suck my tit dry, understood?" All I could do was nod
silently. She put her hand upon my head and forced me down; the
chains weren't long enough to let me kneel much, and so I hung there
by my wrists with my face at chest level, her huge nipple seeming to
take up my whole field of vision. She pushed the strawberry-red,
swollen, thick lump at my lips, which I parted and took it in. She
trapped my cock between her thighs and gave it a gentle squeeze
every so often as I sucked her, producing mouthful after mouthful of
sweet, hot fluid. I swallowed and swallowed, and it seemed that her tit
could produce the stuff as quickly as I could drink it. I could feel pre-
cum leaking from me cockhead into the warm embrace of her thighs.
She leaned her head back and moaned, "Yes, that's it, drink my milk.
Suck that tit. Suck it for me. Suck, suck, suck..."
Her friend, meanwhile, reached orgasm and threw back her head as
her pussy dripped hot liquid down her hand and thighs. Her huge tits
shuddered as she bucked her hips into her own hand, dripping a few
drops of her own milk down her stomach. She then knelt behind her
friend and tongued her ass as I continued my vain attempt to empty
her huge tit. On occasion, she'd lick her way between the milker's
thighs, flicking her tongue over the tip of my dripping dick, and causing
me to suck harder at the spewing nipple.
Finally, I came up dry on the tit, and the woman stepped back. I
glanced about; the man next to me had the tit-queen bent over in front
of him, his cock disappearing into her giant hole as she bucked
against him. He began to moan loudly and gyrate his hips. The tit
queen's tremendous nipples brushed the floor as she pumped herself
against him. His face betrayed intense concentration, and I knew he
was trying as hard as he could to keep himself from cumming.
I heard a gong ring somewhere, and the tit-queen looked at the man
and said, "Saved by the bell. Don't worry, I'll be back." All the women
regained their composure somewhat and stood up, filing out of the
room through an ornately carved doorway at the back. It closed
behind them, and I heard it lock. I squinted through the darkness, and
noticed that the door was decorated with erotic carvings, at the center
of which was a reclining woman on a couch, whose vast tits covered
most of her body.
I wasn't at all sure I was ever getting out of this room...
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