Bondage and Ballbusting.

[Alec Anaconda]

I was standing there, right in front of her.

She mocked me,

“Yes, Jordan,” lifting her leg and pointing her toe at my crotch.

I winced. She was rubbing me, trying to get me hard again.

Just then I heard the car in the driveway.

“It’s Carly,” I exclaimed. “She’s home.”

“So?” Jordan kept masturbating me with her bare foot.

I shuttered, her toes pushing at my balls, which were full of fresh come.

“So...we’ll get caught.”

“You’re a lawyer. Talk your way out of it.”



The front door opened.

I hopped backwards, depriving Jordan of her target.

“Did I say you could move?”

“No,” I croaked miserably.

“Back in place,” she snapped her fingers.

I whimpered. Carly was in the kitchen. She would come out here any second.

Like a man on his way to execution, I presented my khaki covered crotch for further stimulation.

“You’re learning,” she approved. “But you have a long way to go.”

“Please, stop it,” I begged.

“What will you do in exchange?”

I could hear Carly’s footsteps, the barely audible squeak of her favorite sneakers; a perfect match to her navy blue t-shirt and white shorts.

“Anything, Jordan, anything.”


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Alec Anaconda