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Haircut at Madam Twon's, Part V
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HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (V)
by Art Miyako
I hung there on the wall, staring off into the gloomy space surrounding
me and wondering when and if my torture would resume. My erection
began to subside a little, and this increased the throbbing ache in my
balls. I needed something to take my mind off my predicament.
I squinted through the darkness at the other men imprisoned here. All
of them were as hairless as me, and all looked to be in pain,
especially the poor guy who'd been kneed. He was just beginning to
regain consciousness, and I think he would have been much happier
not to, judging by the expression on his face.
"Does anyone know why this is happening?", I asked, "How long have
you been here?"
"Shut up!", came a reply from across the room. No one else said
anything, until the man directly to my right whispered, "I've been here
for a long time. Hard to tell. I think it's been five days. A couple of
these guys were here before me."
I didn't answer. The prospect of this continuing for days was too much
for me to even consider.
Just then, the carved door opened, and a woman walked out. Her
skin was so white that it seemed to glow with a light of its own in the
gray, shadowy space. She was nude except for a black leather
bracelet and a pendant that looked like a Chinese character of some
kind carved from jade. She was Asian, and looked to be in her late
twenties. The most notable thing about her, however, were here
exaggerated breasts. Of all the women I'd seen here, her breasts
were by far the largest. They jutted out nearly three feet from her
chest, and their girth was slightly greater than the length of her
forearm. She bowed as the door closed behind her, causing her tits to
press against the floor. Despite myself, I felt my hard-on coming to full
size again.
"I am Wei Ping", she said, "and because we have harvested such a
big crop this week, our queen has decided that we need to make our
choice quickly. It might be one of you, or it might be none at all. I am
here to test you and find one worthy for her."
She waved her hands and intoned a strange-sounding, nasal chant. A
large hourglass appeared from nowhere into her hand, and she
walked over to the nearest man and turned it over, setting it down on
the ground in front of him. She then unceremoniously knelt down
before him and began sucking his cock. The man struggled against
his chains as she sucked him off, but she was too much for him. She
pulled her head back, and his jism shot in huge amounts onto her
gigantic tits, soaking instantly into her skin and disappearing. By the
time he stopped cumming, he hung motionless on the wall. I'm sure
he had died.
Wei Ping went to the next man and set her hourglass down again.
She reached down and began stroking his limp penis, causing it to
spring to full erection so fast it looked like it would have flown off his
body. She then reached down to her own snatch and rubbed it firmly.
When she brought it back to his cock, it glistened with her own
copious moisture. She stroked it no more than 5 times before he shot
his load into her hand, the cum running out of her palm and dripping
onto the floor. He, too, hung limp and motionless as she licked the
cream from her fingers eagerly.
The third man was treated to a grinding in the crack of Wei Ping's
voluptuous ass. She backed into him and began rotating her hips so
that her cheeks massaged his stiff prick. He moaned once and then
made no sound. When she turned around and retrieved her
hourglass, I could see the cum clinging to her ass.
The fourth and fifth men quickly became the ecstatic victim's of this
gorgeous creature as well. I was the last, and as she set the
hourglass down before me, I gritted my teeth and began thinking
about baseball. I don't know why; it was the only thing I could come
up with to distract my mind from my longing for release.
I felt my cock enveloped between her huge tits and pushed up against
my groin. She rubbed her breasts against me firmly and reached up
between my legs to gently rub my testicles. I could feel myself getting
even harder, and tried to force the sensations from my mind. There
was another feeling too wherever her body made contact with mine, a
feeling of heat and slight vibration. Her soft melons were making my
cock jump and twitch, and I felt the cum rising.
After a few moments, she switched tactics and took my throbbing
meat in her mouth. She sucked hard and pumped her lips back and
forth, her tongue swirling demandingly over the head of my dick. I
leaned my head back as far as I could and dug my nails into the palms
of my hands until I was sure they were bleeding. She grabbed my
hips and pumped faster. I was barely hanging on, even though I was
trying to cause myself pain and keep my thoughts focused on
something else.
Finally, she gave one last, long suck and my dick popped free of her
hot lips. She turned around and bent over, spreading her wet cunt
open with one hand. She thrust herself onto me, my shaft
disappearing into her box instantly to the hilt. She began rapidly
grinding her hips in circles, making me shudder with the pleasure.
She, too, seemed to be enjoying this, and she whispered lustily in the
darkness as she fucked me. I couldn't take much more of this; her
tunnel felt like molten velvet wrapped tightly around my aching dick.
She fingered her clit with one hand and savagely twisted and pinched
a nipple with the other. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly as her
inner muscles clamped hungrily around my dick.
And then it was over. Without warning, she pulled herself off me and
stood up straight again. I was happy to be alive, even if I felt like my
balls were going to explode. The sand in the hourglass had all fallen
to the bottom. Wei Ping regarded me in the darkness, leering openly
at my huge, throbbing dick, which felt to me like a banana whose skin
was about to split off.
"You'll do. Come with me," she said, and clapped her hands. My
manacles sprung open, and it felt very good to put my arms down
again.
My twitching, tingling cock bobbed ahead of me in the darkness as we
approached the carved door.
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