I nod slowly, trying to calm my anger and humiliation, reminding myself that I just need to get through it and get my Honey score back up to where I have some options. I follow him into the bedroom, watching resentfully as he sits on the bed and removes his shoes and socks. He glances up at me as he unbuttons his shirt, taking it off to reveal a lean and muscled torso.

He reaches for his phone as I hear it vibrate with an alert. He navigates to what I assume must be Honey, grinning as he swipes, a familiar click coming from his lock. “Hey I’m not going to make a play for your girl bro - its just a one-time thing, ok?” He mumbles awkwardly as he steps out of his pants, retrieving the now-detached bright orange metal cage from his underwear before setting it aside with his clothes, smug relief and excitement visible on his face as we both watch his cock swell impatiently.

“O-OK.” I stammer, turning away in embarrassment and shame, the awkward silence broken by Sophie flinging open the door, her ruffled hair and slightly disheveled appearance drawing both of our attention.

“Hello you two!” She smiles, blushing coyly at John’s nakedness. “Greg - you’re still dressed? Let me help you!” She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close, her body swaying softly against mine as she guides me into a deep kiss. The taste of toothpaste lingers for a moment as her tongue parts my lips, my whole being suddenly filled with a need for her. My hands grasp her waist, pulling her into me, feeling her hips grind against me as she moans appreciatively. My body reacts, my pelvis thrusting forward, my cock swelling in its cage, fooled by the false promise of her arousal as I taste and smell her.

Her hands move to my waist, loosening my belt buckle, unfastening the button, then unzipping my jeans as I continue to kiss her needfully. Slipping her fingers into my boxers, she helps my jeans and underwear to the floor, giggling as I step out of them clumsily, her hand tracing my inner thigh until it comes to rest against the firm orange metal of my lock.

“Oh I want you Greg.” She whispers, cupping my balls in a way that takes my breath away. I feel myself flush with arousal, my cock painfully tight as my body floods with endorphins. I feel her guide us towards the bed, letting her push me backwards onto it, cushioning her as she topples on top of me, her soft generous frame pressing down delightfully against me as my hips grind needfully against her.

“Mmmm…” She moans, pressing her pelvis against mine, pushing her mons against my rigid cage, closing her eyes in delight for a moment as she enjoys the pressure on her sex. Sitting up, she straddles me, slowly grinding herself against me as she reaches to pull her dress over her head, tossing it aside as she shakes her hair from her face. My eyes take in her Rubenesque form, following her rounded belly down to her lap. I’m somehow surprised that she has already removed her panties, her thick triangle of hair exploring the sensations of teasing pleasure as she angles and pushes her hips, watching my tortured body writhe underneath her as I helplessly reciprocate. “That-that’s so good Greg - you’re so hard.” She moans, using her fingers to tease her swollen lips apart, letting my rigid cage slip between them. Letting the rubber coated metal that is so confining for me caress the delicate folds of her labia, she whimpers, he clitoris grazing the bars as my cock strains painfully, so close but so far from the ecstasy it craves.

Pausing for a moment, she reaches behind her back to unbutton her utilitarian bra, and I gaze up at her, the thick curves of her torso giving her a womanly grace, her unshaven armpits suggesting an earthy fertility. She casts her bra aside, leaning over me to unbutton my shirt. I let her fumble with the buttons, transfixed at the way her heavy breasts swing slightly with her every movement. I stare at her dark wide areoles, her gumdrop nipples tight with arousal.

I wriggle out of my shirt as she finishes unbuttoning it, letting my hands explore her plump midriff, reaching up to her breasts, cupping them in my hands and beginning to massage them tenderly. I watch her close her eyes, biting her lower lip as she arches her back, pressing down on me eagerly. “Oh yes! Oh Greg!” She cries out as I feel her grind her pussy more eagerly against my cage, my frustration building to levels I could not have imagined as I let myself go, my animal instincts everything now as I thrust pointlessly, every push only worsening my torment.

She rolls off me, lying on her back, her body slick now with perspiration, her thick thighs spread wide, her beautiful sex swollen and intricate in its arousal. I breathe deep, inhaling the scent of her pussy as she turns her upper body to me. “Take me gently, John.” She says, pulling me in to a passionate kiss as she opens her legs to him.