I hear the door to Sophie’s apartment close, and she pulls me into a passionate embrace, wrapping her sweaty naked body around mine, pressing herself against me as she kisses me deeply. “Oh Greg,” she mutters, moaning softly as she presses her swollen pussy against my unyielding cage.

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My own tortured body pushes back in frustrated need, my caged cock swollen in its tormenting cage, still inflamed by the deceptive delight of her wet pussy sliding over my reddened glans. The sensation is unbearable as my cock rubs agonizingly against her sex, straining in hopeless frustration. “Oh Greg that’s good,” she whispers, “I’m so turned on. Mmm Greg… I love being fucked, but I can’t cum that way - would you go down on me? I so want your tongue on my clit right now. I promise I will write you the best review ever on Honey if you do it for me.”

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My mind is blank, part of me disgusted at the idea, and part of me eager to pleasure Sophie in any way I can. In moments of clarity I can feel the way the cage has subtly changed me, bending all of my desire for sexual release into thoughts of pleasing the woman who can grant it. Even now I know my animal lust is being channeled into obedience, but I can no more resist it than I can fight gravity.

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Slowly, tenderly, I begin to kiss her neck, feeling her relax, pulling away gently to lie flat on her back as I follow her, laying on top of her, delighting in the feelings of our slick bodies rubbing together. Gently I trace her collar bone, kissing first the edges of her right breast, then moving to suckle her right nipple while my hand cups her left. Her spine arches in pleasure, pushing herself towards me, offering herself to be taken. My mouth traces the soft round of her belly, savoring the salty taste of her sweat in my mouth as I pause, lingering at the top of the triangle of hair between her splayed thighs.

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My cock still throbs in frustrated need as I lie before her, my head nestled between her open legs, my arms reaching beneath them, then back towards her slick and matted pubic mound, my fingers delicately stroking her wet and swollen lips as I gaze hungrily at her pussy. Trying to put out of my mind the fact that her own secretions are mingled with the semen of another man, I move my mouth to her. My tongue begins to slowly trace the cleft of her lips, but she trusts forward, pushing her sex forward as her hands grasp the back of my head, pressing my face into her sopping cunt.

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The taste of her, salty, earthy, carnal flavors, bitter and sweet at the same time, overwhelm me. The musky smell of sex fills my nostrils as my mouth explores the rippling intricacies of her folds. Her hairy pussy opens to me as my tongue laps earnestly, responding to her subtle motions, letting her hands guide me, her hips pressing herself impatiently. “Oh yes Greg - like that - don’t stop!” She urges as my tongue begins to lap at her clitoris. Exposed now, my mouth worships obediently at her tender nub, her moans of pleasure urging me on, my painful cock still thrusting absurdly against the bed.

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“Oh yes.” Her tone changes, her voice serious and urgent. “Yes. Don’t stop. Yes. Yes. Oh yes! Yes!” She screams, bucking as she clutches my head, pressing her pussy against my tireless tongue as I feel her pussy contract in waves of orgasmic spasms. She collapses back, her muscle tone suddenly gone, her ecstasy run its course, but I stay for a moment, still massaging her clit with my tongue. She gasps in what seems like pain. “Oh Greg that’s - oh!” She draws back for a moment then pulls my head back. “Oh yes! I think I can have another Oh Greg Yes!” She says, shuddering as I feel her orgasm again, her pussy shuddering with each surge of pleasure.

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Exhausted, she draws me back up to kiss me once more, my body still tormented by frustrated need, my hips still gently rubbing my caged cock against her. “Shhh,” she whispers. “Soon. Once your blackout is over, I promise.” Her hand reaches down, cupping my cage and tight exposed balls gently, her fingers resting delightfully on my tense scrotum. The feeling is overwhelming, and I kiss her again, letting my body writhe frustratingly under her tender touch. She giggles girlishly, pushing me gently away and gathering the covers over her naked body. “Will you spoon me?” She asks, looking coquettishly as she turns away, knowing I cannot resist pressing my still aching body against her. “Goodnight Greg - dream of me!”