Phyllis Has a Plan To Become Rich: Part 3 (Patreon)

A week later, Phyllis stretched out across her bed in the new red lace lingerie she had bought with the money. The thin fabric barely covered her nipples and left her pussy exposed beneath the crotchless design.

David knelt between her spread thighs, his tongue working steadily over her folds. He licked from her entrance up to her clit, sucking the swollen nub between his lips each time she pushed her hips forward.

She moaned loud and long as the first orgasm hit. Her thighs clamped around his head while her pussy pulsed against his mouth. He kept licking through it, sucking harder on her clit as she came. Another wave rolled through her seconds later.

She grabbed his hair and ground against his face, her juices coating his chin. He sucked and licked without stopping, pulling another orgasm out of her while his own cock strained inside the iron cage.

Precum leaked steadily from the tip of his trapped dick, dripping down the metal bars in thin strings. The cage stayed locked tight, his balls swollen and heavy beneath it. Every time she cried out and came again, more fluid seeped from him.

She rode his tongue through three more orgasms in quick succession, her body shaking each time her clit throbbed under his sucking mouth.

Her purse sat open on the nightstand. Bills kept appearing inside every five minutes, the stack growing thicker with each of her climaxes. She moaned again as his tongue flicked rapidly over her clit, pushing her into yet another orgasm that left her gasping and wetter than before.

David stayed on his knees, leaking constantly while she used his mouth for as long as she wanted.

Phyllis grinned down at David as he kept licking between her legs. She ran her fingers through his hair and tugged gently so he looked up at her flushed face.

"Still want that new laptop you've been eyeing for months?" she asked, voice low and teasing.

David nodded hard against her thigh, his tongue never leaving her folds. He mumbled something that sounded like yes, the sound muffled by her wet skin.

She laughed softly and pressed his face back down. "I can buy it for you. But only if you do what we talked about last night."

He paused for half a second, then nodded again, more eagerly this time. His cock twitched inside the iron bars, another bead of precum sliding down the metal.

Phyllis rolled onto her stomach and pushed her ass up toward him. She reached back and spread her cheeks with both hands, exposing her tight hole.

"Then get to work," she said.

David groaned and dove in. His tongue dragged over her asshole in long, wet strokes, licking and pressing against the ring of muscle. He circled it, pushed the tip inside, then pulled back to suck and lap at the sensitive skin.

Every few seconds he switched between broad licks and focused jabs, working his tongue deeper each time she moaned.

His hands gripped her hips hard as he buried his face between her cheeks. He licked faster, almost frantic, tasting her while his trapped cock leaked steadily onto the sheets.

The cage stayed locked tight, his balls aching and full, but he kept going, desperate to please her and earn the laptop he had wanted for so long.

Phyllis pushed back against his mouth, grinding her ass on his tongue while another orgasm built low in her belly. Her new red lingerie was pushed up around her waist, the crotchless design leaving everything open for him to use.

She moaned louder as he sucked on her rim and drove his tongue in again, taking out every bit of his pent-up frustration on her asshole.

The purse on the nightstand kept filling. Another $5 bill appeared every five minutes while he worked, the stack growing thicker with each desperate lick.

Phyllis arched her back as David's tongue pushed deeper into her ass. The wet muscle flexed and twisted inside her, drawing another long moan from her throat. Her fingers clutched the sheets while her body trembled through the climax. Every pulse of pleasure sent another $5 bill fluttering into the purse on the nightstand.

She stayed on her stomach, ass still raised, letting him keep licking even as the aftershocks rolled through her. The thought hit her hard: with him locked up she could make him do anything. She could buy him whatever he wanted, take care of her family, fix everything that had always been tight on money.

"David," she said, voice still shaky from the orgasm. "That laptop is yours. Anything else you want too. New clothes, games, whatever. I'll get it all for you."

He kept his tongue working, licking around the rim and pushing back inside like he was trying to prove how grateful he was.

"Just stay locked for me," she continued. "Don't ask to be let out. Keep that cage on and I'll spoil you every single day. You can have anything as long as you're mine like this."

David groaned into her ass and licked harder, his trapped cock dripping steadily onto the sheets. The medallion kept paying out. Another bill appeared. Then another. Phyllis smiled into the pillow, already thinking about all the things she could buy him now that he belonged to her completely.

One month later, David knelt naked on the crisp hotel sheets, wrists locked in leather cuffs behind his back. The position forced his chest down and his ass up, completely exposed. The chastity cage hugged his cock tight, the metal warm from his body heat.

He stared at the expensive wallpaper and wondered how Phyllis had paid for this suite. The minibar alone cost more than their old rent.

The bathroom door clicked open. Phyllis stepped out in fresh black lingerie that barely contained her new body. Massive double-F fake tits strained the lace cups, the underwire pushing them high and round.

Her thick BBL ass jiggled with every step, the thong disappearing between the heavy cheeks. Juicy, freshly injected lips glistened with gloss. She looked like money and sex combined.

She felt the power in every sway of her hips. The bank account sat fat from months of $5 bills. Her tits, lips, and ass were all bigger now, and her boyfriend stayed locked and obedient. Everything came from his trapped cock.

Phyllis crossed the room and brought her palm down hard on his ass. The slap cracked loud. David jerked but stayed in position. She leaned over, pressing her enhanced chest against his back, and whispered right against his ear.

"I hope you like the new car waiting downstairs. You agreed to this, remember?"

Her hand stayed on his ass, rubbing the red handprint she had just left. The massive ten-inch strap-on she wore swung between her thighs. She shifted her hips and the thick tip pressed against his asshole, slick with lube. She pushed forward slowly, letting the head stretch him open while her free hand gripped his cuffed wrists.

"Stay locked for me and you get everything," she murmured, voice low and pleased. "New car, new body for me, this hotel, whatever you want. Just keep that cage on."

The strap-on slid deeper, inch by inch, filling him while she kept him bent and helpless. Another $5 bill appeared in the purse on the dresser. Phyllis smiled against his ear and gave another firm spank as she started to thrust.

Phyllis drove the thick ten-inch strap-on straight into David's ass with one smooth thrust. The lube-slick shaft sank deep, stretching him wide around the veiny silicone. She pulled back until only the fat head remained inside, then slammed forward again, burying every inch.

Her hips snapped in a steady, punishing rhythm, each stroke forcing the full length into his hole.

Her black lace panties were drenched. The fabric clung to her swollen pussy lips as she fucked him. Every thrust made her new double-F tits bounce heavily inside the bra, the fake mounds jiggling with the force of her movements. Her thick BBL ass flexed and rippled as she drove into him again and again.

David moaned into the expensive hotel sheets, the sound muffled by the bedding. His cuffed wrists stayed pinned behind his back. The chastity cage kept his cock compressed and useless while the strap-on pounded his prostate with every deep stroke.

Phyllis raised her hand and brought it down hard on his ass cheek. The slap echoed through the room. A bright red handprint bloomed on his skin. She spanked him again on the other side, then gripped the reddened flesh and used it for leverage as she fucked him harder.

"That's it," she breathed, voice thick with arousal. "Take every inch. You're mine now. My locked little bitch."

She pulled out completely, flipped him onto his back with surprising strength, and shoved his legs up. The position left him completely exposed. She lined the strap-on up again and drove it back inside in one brutal thrust.

David cried out as the full length speared him. She leaned over him, massive fake tits hanging above his face, and locked eyes with him while she resumed the hard, relentless pace.

Her hips pistoned, fucking him deep and steady. The base of the strap-on rubbed against her soaked clit with every thrust, sending sparks through her body. Another $5 bill materialized in her purse on the nightstand. She smiled down at him, lips glossy and full, and spanked his thigh as she buried the strap-on to the hilt again.

"Look at you," she whispered, grinding the toy inside him. "Moaning on my cock while I turn you into exactly what I want. Spoiled, locked, and completely mine. This is forever, baby. You're staying in that cage."

She fucked him faster, the wet sounds of the strap-on sliding in and out filling the room. Her new body moved with confidence, every curve enhanced and paid for by his captivity. David's moans grew louder as she claimed him completely, her dominance settling over both of them like a heavy blanket.