The Mammoth Book of Quick & Dirty Erotica by Maxim Jakubowski

The Mammoth Book of Quick & Dirty Erotica by Maxim Jakubowski

Author:Maxim Jakubowski
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781780337920
Publisher: Constable & Robinson



The table, a sheet of plywood with three jig-sawn openings, rested on trestles. Brenda rested face down on the table. Her hands and feet were secured to the corners. She was blindfolded and naked, save for her little white cotton panties.

Her breasts, pointing floor-ward, jutted through two of the holes. Her nipples were clamped and the clamps were joined by a chain.

Every ten minutes he removed the clamps and gently massaged her nipples with fingers and thumbs. Even if she complained of the pain when he took off the clamps, she enjoyed the massage. So did he, crouching under the board, playing with her protruding breasts.

“I have to pee, John.” She waited for a response but got none. “I’ll have to go soon.” There was urgency in her voice.

“Soon, my dear, soon.” He tried not to sound pleased. He’d been waiting, hoping she’d ask sooner, rather than later.

He reached for the big, plastic pop bottle and hung it carefully on the chain between her nipples. She sucked air between her teeth as the clamps pulled a little harder but she made no complaint.

John crawled out and stood. He was naked and his cock waved as he moved. He was acutely aware of his erection and the torment of having her so near, so willing but, for now, so unavailable.

He slid the bowl, on its box, under the third opening, under her pussy.

“What are you doing?” asked Brenda.

He didn’t answer but glanced at the clock and stood waiting for the ten minutes to elapse.

“I told you, I need to pee and the clamps are hurting and this board is all splintery.”

“You know you’re loving every moment, my sweet.”

He smiled and reached to caress her ass. He was loving it, loving challenging her, loving her helpless nakedness. She always complained and begged to be let go but this was their game, their foreplay.

Time to take the clamps off again. He got to his knees and moved under the makeshift table. He grimaced, next time he’d make the trestles taller.


“Yes,” she murmured and he carefully removed the first clamp and Brenda gasped above him. “Oh, John, that hurts!”

He removed the other and she squealed.

Gently he caressed the skin of her breasts around her nipples wondering at the softness, the silkiness of her skin. The nipples were big now and an angry red. Brenda moved on the board above him as he played with her.

His cock was drooling. Taking some pre-come on a fingertip, he anointed her left nipple with it. Above him, she struggled in her bonds.

“Ow!” she squealed. “Splinters are sticking in my breasts.”

“Be still then.” He continued toying with her nipples, loving their hardness, their size.

“John, I have to pee!”

He clipped the clamps carefully back on her nipples, loving her cries of pain and protest.

“What are you doing now? You have to untie me.”

“I’m putting the tube from the basin into the bottle that’s hanging from your nipples.”

There was a long silence. Finally, “Does that mean what I think it means?”

“You have a beautiful imagination, so it probably does.


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