The Chronicles of SuperPeen- Part 5

He was silent for two days then he messaged me on Facebook and we had never been familiar like that, but I suppose he figured I do check my inbox quite a lot.

SuperPeen: morning ma baby how yu?

Me: ...I wish you would pay more attention to the loose ends hanging about ur dick, coz I swear

SuperPeen: what are you talkin about baby? Hope yu slept well and yu feeling better baby miss you lots

I assume ‘feel better’ was to do with am I still entertaining my monthly guest who actually hadn’t been there at all but was a great excuse as I knew he wasn’t one for slaughter scenes.

Two weeks on he sends this

SuperPeen: life is funny hey just thinking about the last day I saw yu

Me: what of it???? What happened to you right there is that you got dumped. You were left behind, you are history. If you have any queries I am sure you still have my number, feel free to use it and an appointed representative will attend to your problems

SuperPeen: dont need to fone it, take care ya...

All was well until he sent me a friend request today. I in boxed him and asked what he wants. He just wants to say hi, are we still fighting or am I still mad at him, he is so sorry hey, no more drama he hopes we are cool. I asked what he was sorry about and I got told what happened and what he did, he knows things aren’t the same and he aint saying’ I should just open my arms. He was wrong and he is sorry and sent me his number coz we need to talk sometime, no rush though he knows a lot has changed but he is gonna be in Durban in a few days...

I hope he has fun!

The Chronicles of SuperPeen- Part 4

 I untied his right hand and he immediately tried to claw at me. I pushed it back into position and secured it again then told him to relax tonight was not about my pleasure but all about his. 

This delighted him and he lay back grinning as I yanked the garish purple and orange boxers off. Junior immediately stood at attention and I toyed with him to my heart's content. 

SuperPeen was just begging for a blowjob, anything, any kind of release

...but I wasn’t done yet.

 I needed a glass of water and I was gonna be right back. 

I went to the bathroom and called a taxi and directed it to where we were but specifically asked the driver to leave in an hour so as to arrive here at exactly midnight

Slightly after 23:10 I went back in to a now furious man with an angry throbbing schlong and told him I was about to throw the pussy down was he ready? 

 Any complaints he had started to make faded to nothingness as I slowly removed my top, leaving a bra,vest,shorts and belt on. But I have great faith in my girls even when behind the restraints of a bra hey are quite lethal looking. I hopped back on top of the man and liberally smothered him in tit, and let the lace scratch his face up a bit while my hips were in a clench that told no lies. Grinding on him and illiciting the most raucous noise.

 I got off him and told him to hush up.

 He had teary eyes as he called first for the maid....then my friend....then the dog to come and save him. 

I stood leant over the bed slightly and stroking anywhere but there until he quieted himself. My time check told me I had fifteen minutes left to stick it to the man...and stick it I did. I pumped that poor peen with my hand and talked dirty and eyeballed him encouraging him to just cum for me.

As the restraints dug deeper into his wrists and the bed was rattling with his simulated humping, we heard the intercom go off.

 I immediately stopped.

 His eyes grew bigger than saucers as I announced that it was time for him to go home and the car at the gate was the taxi that had come to collect him. Had his hands not been bound my life could have ended that night. 

He exclaimed to the patrons of all the religions known to man and cursed my entire lineage and ancestry. After his rant he calmly asked for just a little bit of pussy the taxi could wait, he was exploding here. Then as I untied him I proudly announced that I was on my period.

 I do not feel even remotely horny, and he can go now. 

Surely he can find someone willing to let him park his anaconda in them for the night, all he needs do is switch on his phone. He was livid. 

But he left...it was only after he was gone that my friend and I sat toasting the evening over a glass of wine that I remembered he had had his gun with him that night...

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The Chronicles of SuperPeen- Part 3

 Did he want some chocolate?

 Breathing hard he begged for me to just get back to pleasuring him

...but I wanted to check my messages on Facebook. So I watched him writhe against the bonds and try to yank them off but only succeeding in tightening them. I watched him writhe until the monster in his knickers calmed enough for me to raise it again. 

I was on him like a rash again, nibbling his earlobe, tweaking his nipples and dry grinding his pelvis. I went to work simulating all the things I know he was craving and not removing a single inch of my own clothing. I firmly grasped the elastic of his boxers and dug my nails suggestively along the waistband. He literally jumped off the bed from the midsection. 

As quickly as I had tugged, I let go and got off the bed again.

'are you sure you don't want some chocolate papi?'

The bellowed response was

' I don't fucking eat chocolate (which I knew) but if it will make you come back to bed I will, give it to me'

 So I obliged him…

And within five minutes as I leaned on the commode and checked my Facebook again, the runs the pasta had threatened to inspire were coupling with the chocolate and producing the loudest belly sounds and his D was withering again and the door was still locked. The key was firmly in my bra where he couldn’t reach because his hands were tied.

Plus the prospect of getting laid was far too much for him to even consider a recess to deal with his gut. I got back to it and stuck a finger in his mouth as I used the other hand to pull down his undies. 

Down,down,down they came and I firmly grasped his throbbing member and ran up and down it once or twice. His shuddering would have gone as far as a full blown orgasm had I not brusquely grabbed his balls and squeezed cruelly. He yelped helplessly and I looked him deep in the eyes and asked if it was painful, he only conceded slight discomfort and I stuck my wet finger in his ear as I rose up again and placed my pelvis on his and reached for my phone again.

I bounced up and down as I checked if my friend was awake and told her to dial my number in ten minutes via sms. I continued to tease my subject as he was now begging for one hand to be untied so that he could just touch me. I played around a bit more until the phone rang. I left him tied up and took a walk to my friend’s room and we rolled on the floor laughing but crying at the fact that we had no HD camera to record this with. I returned with tears in my eyes and explained that we had just received some bad news hence the tears.

 It was well past 22:30 by now.

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The Chronicles of SuperPeen- Part 2

He would not get off this thing.

He is a master at the art of Fubbing- the art of texting,tweeting,updating your FB status,holding conversation,drinking,chewing, scratching and smiling charmingly at any of the above but all at the same time. 

One day he came to visit me at my shop and if memory serves this was a week after his birthday as we hadn't seen each other on that day and were celebrating that day. 17th January. We sat around as my assistants worked and a friend of mine had visited, it was really chilled. I had a couple of clients waiting for their nails to get done and left one man in a room with at least 8 females and he was not intimidated. 

He was so in his element when I went down to the bank to make my deposits, right there in front of my employees he collected 5 phone numbers on the pretext of being the manager of a restaurant and looking for waitresses. Upon my return he excused himself to buy some food and drinks and asked to leave his phone on the charger. 

The minute the door closed behind him my most senior therapist says 

'mama he has all these girl's numbers this guy is a dodgy character'.

My friend casually picked it up and read through no less than 16 conversations with girls some who even seemed to still be in high school. All sexually charged. He had even slept with one that morning after having spent the night with another. He was collecting Birthday Sex.

I didn't even finish reading through the ones I was shown and decided I am the one person he will never forget. I made a huge play at needing to get home as soon as possible and get to give him the goodies as promised. I shut the shop and went home with him. I had already told my friend and the maid to ignore anything they heard and knew the whole plan I had devised. There was a power cut and I made a quick gas cooked meal of pasta (which gives him the runs) and lounged as I watched him grumble his way through the meal like he had bought any food in that house. He had expected a feast since it was his birthday. In retrospect I should have just fed him instant noodles.

As he was finishing off the eating I casually asked if he had anything he wanted to tell me to which he emphatically asserted his undying love for me. I told him hurry up and get to bed so I could show him how much I love him too. The young man darted to my room and I ominously locked the door as I took hold of two long scarves and threw them on the bed. 

The overzealous twat had already stripped down to his boxers and gladly lay back as I tied him to the headboard dead on 8pm and proceeded...I did not want to exchange as much as a kiss with this scum and made sure he was as close to the edge as I could get him without making him suspect anything was amiss.

 I stroked and glided, fully clothed and touched and whispered and teased for a good thirty minutes

...then stopped.

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