CONTINUATION OF THE POCKET SAGA

Mr. Storm strolled over to the platform where she stood naked displaying her charms. As he stepped up onto the platform he slapped her pussy with a resounding wet sound and squeezed it. She could feel something splatter against her inner thighs and wondered what it could be, then realized it was her own excitement which must have been close to dripping from her.

He looked at his hand and smiled, sucking his index finger and making yummy sounds. "Mouth open." he said and he put his fingers in her mouth to taste her own cunt juices. She closed her eyes and licked the fingers in her mouth, he face burning hotly.

He raised the ice cold bottle and brushed it across her nipples, making them stand out even more than they already were. I fest so cold on her hot flesh. "Say ah." she said as he reached around and pulled her hair, forcing her head back. She opened her mouth and he dumped the bottle into her mouth, letting the ice cold water overflow her mouth and run down her naked body to the drain in the middle of the platform. "I just thought you might want to wash down that wonderful taste of cunt." he said as he grinned pleasantly.

"And now I want to see how willing you are to obey me, slik." She looked askance at the reference to her as "slik", so he grinned and told her, "You are a slick cunt for me to use. Now maintain this position while I test your resolve." He touched her belly with his index fingers on either side, then ran them slowly up to her nipples, making her shudder along the way. He seized her nipples between his fingers and thumbs an gently stroked the tops of them. This made her breath harder as the delightful stimulation surged along her neural pathways. She could soon feel the sensation along the base of her spine and in the back of her throat. She had never noticed this before. Then he started to pull her nipples, gently at first then harder. No she could feel it in her cunt and in her neck. Her toes curled and she struggled to maintain her position, fighting the urge to cover her tortured tits. He seemed pleased with her reaction as he looked into her eyes as if he could see what she was thinking. He started pinching her nipples and grinding them. Now she could feel her belly tense and spasm as he started milking her like a cow. She closed her eyes and felt her nipples being crushed and pulled one by one.

He murmured, "Moo for me" She was not sure she heard what he had just said with the blood coursing through her ears and her breath racing. "I said moo! Like a cow." She said "Moo" feeling silly. "That's not now a cow moos. I comes from deep inside and out like she means it. I want you to really moo. Now do it." She started to moan as he worked her nipples harder, then she groaned, forcing it out like a cow would do and she could hear herself bauling out a deep gutteral moo as her nipples were cruelly milked by Mr. Storm. "That's more like it." he said, easing up on her nipples a bit then releasing them and rubbing with his warm palms. Then he massaged the tit flesh, rubbing them firmly but gently and squeezing them to pull her close by her tits. He kissed her sweetly and smiled. "Well done" he said. "Now let's get you tied up." he said, slapping her ass loudly.