Personalised Story: Klaudia & Roxanne: Part 6 (Patreon)

Tim finished loading the last plate into the dishwasher and wiped his hands on the tiny apron tied around his waist. The short skirt still rode high on his thighs, stockings whispering with every small movement. When he turned, both women were already on their feet.

Roxanne’s glossy black latex creaked as she straightened. Klaudia’s matching catsuit hugged every curve, the key between her breasts catching the light.

“Would you like to come upstairs and play, sissy?” Roxanne asked, voice low and warm.

Tim’s locked cock gave a hard, useless throb. A fresh bead of precum slipped from the tip of the cage and slid down his smooth thigh. His face burned hotter than ever.

“Yes, Mistresses,” he whispered, the words barely audible.

Both women smiled. Roxanne took his left hand, Klaudia his right. Their fingers closed around his, firm and possessive. They led him out of the dining room, heels clicking on the hardwood, Tim’s own heels tapping nervously behind them as they guided him toward the stairs. The keys resting in their cleavage swayed with every step, and the steel cage between his legs stayed achingly tight.

They reached the top of the stairs and Roxanne pushed open the door to her bedroom. The large bed dominated the room, covered in dark satin sheets. Both women walked straight to the edge of the mattress and sat down side by side, crossing their legs so their glossy black leather boots were fully on display.

Tim stood frozen for a second until Roxanne gave a small nod toward the floor. He dropped to his knees without hesitation, the short maid skirt riding up as he crawled the last few feet. His hands trembled as he reached for Roxanne’s right boot first, pressing his lips to the polished leather and dragging his tongue along the shaft in long, wet strokes.

He moved to the toe, sucking it into his mouth while his locked cock throbbed and leaked another thick string of precum that dripped onto the carpet.

Klaudia lifted her left boot and pressed the sole lightly against his cheek, turning his face toward her. Tim immediately shifted his attention, licking along the instep and up the zipper line while his hips twitched uselessly in the air. More clear fluid oozed from the tip of his cage, running down his smooth thigh in a shiny trail.

The two women leaned into each other. Roxanne’s gloved hand slid behind Klaudia’s neck and pulled her into a slow, deep kiss. Their glossy lips parted and met again, tongues visibly sliding together as soft moans filled the room.

Tim kept worshipping, moving from one boot to the other, sucking and licking every inch while the wet spot beneath him grew larger. His breathing came in short, desperate gasps, the steel cage aching with every pulse of denied arousal as he watched the women make out above him.

After several minutes of Tim’s tongue gliding over every inch of their glossy boots, the two women broke their kiss with a shared, breathless smile. Roxanne and Klaudia rose together, each taking one of his arms and pulling him upright.

They guided him to the edge of the bed, bent him forward until his chest pressed into the satin sheets, then drew his wrists behind his back and snapped a pair of leather cuffs around them.

Roxanne flipped the short hem of his maid dress up over his hips, baring his smooth ass and the steel cage dangling uselessly between his legs. Both women reached for the riding crops resting on the nightstand.

The first strike landed across his left cheek with a sharp crack, followed immediately by Klaudia’s crop on the right. Tim yelped, hips jerking forward as a fresh bead of precum slid from the tip of his cage.

They kept a steady rhythm, alternating blows that painted pink stripes across his skin. Each impact made him gasp and whimper while more clear fluid dripped onto the carpet beneath him.

“Look at him,” Roxanne purred, delivering another firm strike. “Our naughty boy can’t stop leaking.”

Klaudia laughed, bringing her crop down harder. “Such a pathetic little bitch. Our sissy slut gets off on every single hit.”

Tim moaned into the sheets, cock throbbing inside its prison as the women continued the spanking, their voices dripping with amusement while his ass burned and his cage dripped steadily.

They hauled Tim off the bed and marched him across the room to the padded bench. Roxanne unbuckled the cuffs while Klaudia positioned him on his stomach, then both women worked quickly to strap his wrists and ankles down with thick leather belts. His caged cock hung through the open slot beneath him, already dripping onto the floor.

Roxanne circled to the front, tugging the harness up over her hips until the thick black dildo jutted out stiffly from her crotch. Behind him, Klaudia mirrored the motion, the sound of buckles and straps loud in the quiet room. Roxanne stepped close and slapped the heavy silicone shaft across his face, smearing a streak of her spit over his cheek.

"Look at my sissy slut," she cooed, tapping the head against his lips. "So eager to get used."

Klaudia did the same from behind, smacking the fat head of her strap-on against each of his reddened cheeks in turn. "Our little bitch is shaking already," she laughed. Both women spat on their shafts, working the saliva down the length with slow strokes, then added thick globs of lube until the black silicone gleamed.

Roxanne gripped his hair and pushed the head between his lips. At the same moment Klaudia pressed forward and sank the first few inches into his ass. Tim moaned around the cock filling his mouth as the one behind him stretched him open, the dual penetration making his cage twitch and leak in long, steady strings.

The women found a rhythm, thrusting in sync so that every forward push from one drove him deeper onto the other. Roxanne fucked his throat with short, controlled strokes while Klaudia pounded his ass harder, the wet slap of silicone on skin filling the room.

"Take it, you filthy sissy slut," Roxanne growled, pushing deeper until his nose pressed against the harness. "This is what you were made for."

"Our pathetic little whore loves getting spit-roasted," Klaudia added, driving in to the hilt and grinding. "Look how much that cage is dripping. He’s never been this horny in his life."

They kept going, alternating praise and degradation while Tim’s muffled moans vibrated around the shaft in his mouth and his ass clenched greedily around the one buried inside him. Every thrust made fresh precum spill from his trapped cock, the puddle beneath the bench growing steadily larger as the two women used him without mercy.

After thirty relentless minutes the two women pulled free with wet, obscene sounds. Roxanne unbuckled her harness and stepped around behind him while Klaudia circled to the front, swapping places without a word. Roxanne pressed the thick head of her strap-on straight against his stretched hole and sank in to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

At the same moment Klaudia gripped his hair and drove her glistening shaft between his lips until his nose mashed against the harness again.

"Look at you, our greedy little sissy slut," Roxanne purred, pounding his ass with long, punishing strokes. "That cage is never coming off. You’re going to stay locked and dripping for the rest of your life."

Klaudia laughed around her own thrusts, fucking his throat deeper with every roll of her hips. "Pathetic whore. You’ll never fuck anything again. That tiny dick belongs in steel forever while real women use you like the cum-dump you are."

The two mistresses leaned over his bound body and met in a deep, hungry kiss above him, tongues sliding together while their hips never stopped moving. Their moans vibrated through the silicone shafts buried inside him.

Every time one woman thrust forward the other drove deeper, spit-roasting him without mercy. Thick strings of precum poured steadily from the tip of his trapped cock, splattering the floor beneath the bench as the women fucked him harder, trading filthy praise and cruel taunts between passionate kisses.

Roxanne and Klaudia kept pounding into Tim without mercy, their hips slamming forward in perfect rhythm. Every thrust from behind shoved his face deeper onto the thick silicone shaft in his mouth until his throat convulsed and spit ran down his chin in thick strings. The women’s breathing grew ragged above him.

Klaudia’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Fuck, I’m close,” she gasped, driving the strap-on straight down his gullet. Her thighs trembled as the base of the toy ground hard against her clit with every brutal stroke.

Roxanne answered with a low moan, slamming into his stretched ass even harder. “Me too—come with me, baby.” She leaned over his back, one hand gripping his hip while the other reached up to tangle with Klaudia’s. Their mouths crashed together in a wet, open kiss, tongues sliding as they fucked him from both ends.

Their orgasms hit at the same time. Klaudia’s hips jerked forward, grinding the harness against her soaked pussy while she held Tim’s face flush against her. Roxanne buried herself to the hilt in his ass, her body shaking as she rode out the waves, still kissing her friend passionately above him.

Tim gagged and drooled around the thick shaft filling his throat, his own trapped cock pulsing uselessly inside the steel cage. Thick, clear strings of precum leaked steadily from the tip, dripping onto the floor in a steady stream while the two women used him through their climax. His ass clenched around Roxanne’s strap-on, milking it as she kept shallow thrusts going, drawing every last shudder from her body.

When their orgasms finally ebbed, they stayed buried inside him—Klaudia’s cock still lodged in his throat, Roxanne’s deep in his ass—panting and kissing each other while he remained locked, dripping, and completely at their mercy.

Roxanne and Klaudia eased the thick strap-ons from Tim’s body with wet, obscene sounds. His stretched hole fluttered around nothing while spit and lube dripped from his swollen lips. Both women stepped back, unbuckled their harnesses, and let the heavy toys fall to the floor with soft thuds.

They reached for the riding crops hanging on the wall. Roxanne gave the leather loop a testing flick against her palm. Klaudia smiled and circled behind him again.

“Stay right there, sissy,” Roxanne ordered. She brought the crop down across his already pink cheeks with a sharp crack. Tim jerked in his restraints, a fresh bead of clear fluid squeezing from the tip of his locked cock.

Klaudia followed with her own strike, landing it lower so the leather kissed the tender skin where ass met thigh. “Look at that little clit drooling,” she said, voice low and amused. “Every time we hit you it leaks more.”

They settled into a steady rhythm, alternating strokes so he never knew which side would sting next. Each impact made his caged cock bounce and twitch, sending another thin string of precum swinging from the steel bars to the floor. His balls felt tight and full, the skin shiny with the constant flow.

Roxanne paused to drag the crop’s tip along the underside of his trapped shaft. “You’re soaking the floor, maid. Never seen a boy this wet before.”

Klaudia landed three quick taps right across the center of his ass. “He’s never been this horny in his life, have you, Tim? Your secret little sissy-maid dreams finally came true and now you can’t stop leaking like a broken faucet.”

Tim’s whole body trembled. Every strike sent fresh waves of heat through him, mixing pain and desperate need until his mind felt hazy. He had never been this turned on, not once in his life. The fantasy he had hidden for so long was happening right now—two beautiful women in latex using him, cropping him, owning him. He was the luckiest guy alive.

The crops kept falling, each slap making his cage drip faster. Roxanne and Klaudia watched the steady stream with satisfied smiles, never letting the pace slow.