The first shot of jizz blistered through the length of his cock. He felt her tongue writhe and squirm as she took the first searing gob of cream. He saw her swallow as the second gush flooded her sucking mouth. Then he was hosing her with wad after juicy wad of cum. His balls, ass, and prostate all knotted as he unloaded into her cunt.
She took it without choking, without gagging, without throwing up. She sucked his cum out, and swallowed and gasped for air as wave after wave flooded her mouth. He saw his cock pulsing as she held the squirting head with her lips and her tongue. She kept taking it until his balls were dry and his cock began to lose some of its hardness.
He released his grip on her head and then started to pull back. Instead of releasing his still-oozing prick, though, she fought to keep it in her mouth. He felt her sucking like a vacuum pump on his swiftly-shrinking prick. Surprised and pleased, he let her keep his cock in her mouth until she had extracted every possible bit of cream, until it was totally shriveled and she was massaging the limp length with her tongue. Her nose was buried in his thick dark bush, and her chin was nuzzling his balls.
When he finally drew his cock out, it stretched like a rubber band before it slipped out of her mouth. Then she sighed happily. The sun gleamed on her soft, swollen lips, shined on the mingled spit and cum that had drizzled down her chin to her chest.
"Oh, Max, that was yummy!"
Max laughed. "Maybe they should make an ice-cream flavor called semen."
Kim opened her eyes. "Oh, no, Max, it has to be hot and fresh, I'm sure. Stale and cold it wouldn't be any good at all." She sounded like she was sensous.
"Right, baby," he chuckled. "You should know." He climbed off the lounge chair. "Damn beer's getting to me. I'll be back in a moment."
"Don't leave me like this!" Kim begged.
"Hell, baby, nothing can happen," he soothed her.
"I know, but it scares me. I'm so helpless."
"I gotta go, baby!"
"You could do it out here."
He started to say that someone might see, then bit back his words. "It really scares you, baby?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," she assured him. "But, also, I-I'd like to see you do it. If you don't mind."
Max shook his head, puzzled. Then he was intrigued by the idea of her watching him piss. He found it oddly arousing. Stepping off the patio, onto the grass, he backed away a few feet and turned to face her. She watched him piss. She licked her lips as if she wanted to taste his pee. The sight obviously aroused her. It also triggered a hot ball of horniness in his gut.
"Ready for a ride, baby?" he asked when he was finished.
"Where to?"
"Workshop," he grunted, picking up the foot of the lounge and pivoting it on the wheels. "Time for you to get your jewelry attached."
He wheeled her to the workshop door.
"What's it going to be like?" she asked curiously.
Max held up a strip of wrought iron six inches long, a quarter of an inch thick, and half an inch wide. He went into the workshop.
After untying her right leg, he measured her ankle, then several points on her calf. "If you wear stockings it'll slide up onto your calf a little," he explained. "Otherwise it'll be around your ankle. It'll be heavy enough that you'll know it's there, but it shouldn't hurt. I'll make sure the edges are rounded. It'll be too small to slip off over your heel."
Kim nodded tensely at his explanation.
"After I've got it shaped, I'll clit it, and then weld the seam." He grinned. "And, to make sure just who it is you belong to, it's gonna have my name engraved on it."
Black iron, Kim thought. God! It would look brutal on her leg.
"One other thing," Max added.
"What?"
"It's going to have a threaded hole to take an eyebolt."
"What for?"
Max smiled. "So I can attach a leash to it if I want."
"Oh, God, Max, you really do love me, don't you," Kim whimpered, her lust soaring.
Max leaned over and kissed her tenderly. "Much too much to risk losing you," he assured her.
Taking the white-hot strip of iron out of the forge he began bending and shaping it with ringing blows of the hammer. The sight of the sparks flying made Kim lick her lips.
It seemed to take hours for Max to get the metal the way he wanted it. She lost track of time as he measured it again and again. Finally satisfied, he drilled the eyebolt. Then he turned on the grinder. Sparks jetted off the wheel and he ground the edges of the metal strip carefully.
Occasionally, she squirmed against the ropes, not because they were uncomfortable, but to heighten her thrill at being so helplessly bound.
The sun was a yellow-orange ball in the west when Max finally plunged the anklet into a can of water. There was a hot hiss and gush of steam. Leaving it to cool, he shifted the chaise so Kim's ankle rested on the anvil.
Flexing his cinder-flecked arms, Max opened the iron ring far enough to slip it over her heel. Then, testing it on the anvil, he tapped it closed with careful raps of the hammer. The ends butted tightly together. He tested to make sure it wouldn't slip off.
Then he moved his are welder to the doorway and plugged it in. "Here, put these on," he told her, forgetting her helplessness. Then he chuckled and eased the welder's goggles down over her eyes. Everything blacked out. She felt him doing things to her ankle, wrapping it with something, then fiddling with the anklet.
The first red spurt and glare of the are gave her blinded eyes something to focus on. She could see the hot spark crawling along the seam of the anklet, welding it closed. Sparks fountained off the spot as a glowing bead of iron formed on the joint.
In a few seconds it was done, and the brilliant light clicked off. Kim sighed. She was destined to wear the iron slave ring for the rest of her life. She let him slip the goggles off and lifted her leg to study her permanent jewelry.
Then Max braced her ankle and the iron ring on the anvil again. With a carbide-tipped engraver, he carefully carved his initials deep in the anklet.
"Oh, Max, I love you so much," Kim sighed happily as lust triggered a hot flow from her pussy.
Her nude master and blacksmith stood over her, his half-hard cock drooping over his balls as he gazed down at her. She looked at his dick and licked her lips hungrily. "Will you fuck me, please?" she begged.
His cock rose swiftly at her request. He grinned down at her and touched his jutting cock. "Does that answer your question?" he asked.
"Please," she whimpered. "I'm so horny."
"It'll do you good to wait while I put the tools away," he answered. She knew he was deliberately tormenting her.
The anklet felt incredibly heavy as she let her one free limb dangle off the chaise. As she watched him lug the tools into the workshop, her hunger slowly swelled. The sight of his biceps, so smeared and sweaty, rippling with power as he lifted the anvil, made her heart skip a beat. The way his tight, hard ass flexed with each stride made her mouth water. His huge, brawny body scared her almost as much as it aroused her.
His cock swayed like a bludgeon as he wheeled the lounge to the middle of the lawn. There, under the sunset-orange clouds, he parked her. He reclined the chaise. The changed position made the ropes biting into her chest tug and dig at her tender tits, and he pulled her bound leg against the foot of the chaise.
She lifted her head and gazed at him. He stood facing her. The setting sun made his sweaty skin glow like fire. His mighty muscles flexed as he studied her. His cock was fully erect.
She let her head drop back, and felt the chaise move as he knelt between her legs. She closed her eyes as he leaned forward. She felt his cock touch her cunt.
Then his full sweaty weight came down on her and ground her into the webbing. His cock dove into her sloppy, hot channel. The single, demanding stroke wrenched a gratified moan from her. Her free leg, weighted down by the iron ring, swung up and over, behind his powerful thighs.