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1/14/2023 6:18 pm

Dedication

Dedication
Sam picks up the last dish and dries it. Veronica's hand slides across Sam's thin but muscular chest. Veronica pushes her pelvis into Sam's backside, reaching around him to grab his crotch. Making a loose fist around his balls she gives them a sharp tug. “you about done in here? My pussy is craving cock.” Veronica whispers into his ear as she gives another tug to his balls. Sam whimpers, “Yes, all I have left is to wipe down the counters and take out the trash.” Veronica releases his balls. She traces her other hand from his chest, in a slow line, down his abdomen. Veronica almost makes him drop the plate. She slaps his ass hard as she turns to leave the kitchen. “Don't be long, I'm ready now.” she says as she slips out the door.
Sam wipes the counters down and hurries to take the trash to the back door of the house. Their big old house standing dark and cold in this winter's night. Surrounded by forest in all directions they are alone for miles. The light in the kitchen and the light in Veronica's bedroom are the only lights on, barely illuminating the yard. The shed, beside which the trash cans are stored, is a full 50 yards from the house. When his eyes adjust to the dark he steps out of the house, into the cold dark night. The wind blasts his body, he's nude except the small metal cup covering his penis. Veronica prefers Sam be nude whenever he's home. Sam hurries across the yard, places the trash in the can, reattaches the lid, then runs back to the house. He stands shivering at the door for a minute, his frigid balls aching as they tried to retreat from the cold but were restrained by the thick metal hoop that keeps the device covering his prick attached. Veronica insisted on Sam's near total chastity from the start. “You aren't to play with yourself anymore without my permission.” she had stated as she locked him in, three long years ago. It had remained locked since then.
Sam stands outside the door to Veronica's bedroom and waits for her to call for him. After a 15 minutes she calls out his name and he steps into her room. She lay on the bed wearing nothing. Veronica is a stunning woman, strawberry red hair framed her face and winds it's way down to her breast. Light green eyes look out from a field of faint freckles. Red lips pucker at him before parting, “I want you to go on a trip tonight.” she softly moans, causing Sam to hurry to the bed and start nibbling and kissing on her left ear. His kisses move slowly down her neck to her shoulder. He tries to kiss each freckle on her shoulder before moving down her arm, pausing at her elbow. His gentle kisses concentrate on the inner bend of he elbow. His spot always makes Veronica moan. Sam holds her arm in his hands like a priceless antique, kissing his way to her fingers, starting with the little finger he kisses the length of each finger, once at the finger's tip he wraps his tongue around the finger and sucks on it. As he lifts his mouth off Veronica's thumb he sends his kisses back up her arm, pausing again at her inner elbow.
Sam's mouth slowly works it's way down the side of Veronica's abdomen. His kisses count each delicate rib. Moving slowly down her body like so many times before, he knows exactly where to go and where not to. As he reaches her hips his mouth ventures into the outer edges of her pubis. “No no no, not yet, that's your reward.” she scolds him. Sam changes his direction and moves down her long, shapely legs. Her moans are steadily growing in intensity as Sam makes his way to her ankles. Moving slowly he kisses down the top of Veronica's foot. Reaching her pinky toe, Sam slips the tiny digit into his mouth, sucking and whirling his tongue around it. As he proceeds from toe to toe her moans grow louder, and she starts writhing on the bed. Veronica reaches her hand down to her shaved mound. Rubbing her clit slowly she knows she is wet and ready. When Sam starts sucking on her big toe she almost has an orgasm. “Too soon” she thinks as her hand retreats from her sex. “Time for a good deep dicking honey.” She commands.
Sam walks to the table Veronica keeps in her bedroom. It is a shrine of sorts to Neal, her ex boyfriend. When they were together he<b> traveled </font></b>a lot for work. Veronica talked him into getting a mold of his cock made, so she could have a dildo made that would be exactly like him in every way. After all, his was the only cock that had ever gotten her off. After they broke up she met Sam. He is the opposite of Neal. Neal is a real man, Sam is a simp. So, she had a strap-on made of her ex-boyfriends dick. She then told Sam it was the only dick he would ever fuck her with. To her surprise he agreed. Sam knew if Neal ever called he would lose her. Neal was her true love, her soulmate. She reminded him daily of it too. In the center of the table is a long wooden box, it is ornately carved with figures of people in different sexual positions. Written across the top, in big letters, it says “RONNIE'S HEAVEN”. Sam opens the box to reveal, cushioned by red velvet, a 9 inch long, very thick black dildo, connected to a thick leather harness. Sam had felt the best humiliation as he had built the box as a surprise for Veronica. He had also carved picture frames for the pictures of the Neal and Vironica that stood all over the table. Sam could never decide if he felt more humiliation building the shrine for her ex-lover or from having to wear her ex-lover's cock to make love to her. He couldn't decide so he just enjoyed the humiliation as a whole.
Sam buckled the leather straps, securing the monster cock to his lower waist. It looked ridiculous hanging off Sam's slight five foot five frame. Veronica rolled over and arched her backside into the air. She didn't want to see Sam's face. She had developed feelings for Sam over time. Her true love, however, was and always would be Neal. She would feel Neal's cock splitting her wide and imagine it really is Neal.
Sam takes in the site of Veronica on all fours for just a minute. Her plump ass held high, her dripping pussy peeking out between her ass cheeks. Her tiny little anus, puckering as if awaiting his kiss. After too short a span of time for Sam, he moves to rub the giant cock against the tender lips of her pussy. The bulbous head is difficult for him to get inserted, it always is, even after all these years. As the tip works it's way in Veronica moans softly. A whispered “Neal” escapes her lips. Sam hears it. Simultaneously pain and pleasure hit his heart. Sam's thrust are slowly moving more and more of Neal's cock inside Veronica. She moans loudly now, pushing back against the huge cock invading her body. A steady “Neal Neal Neal Neal...” escapes her mouth. As the last of it enters her, Veronica goes wild, she starts pounding her ass against Sam's hips as Sam tries his best to keep up with her frantic movements. “Oh yes Neal, fuck me!” she gasps as Sam's thrust speed up. Sam is getting more and more turned on as the session continues. His tiny little 3 ½ inch cock pushs against the metal cup imprisoning it. As small as his prick is, it can't get hard while restrained. He quickly puts his own self out of his mind, concentrating on Veronica. “FUCK ME NEAL!” Veronica screamed as she reached orgasm. “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!”.
Veronica collapses across the bed onto her stomach causing Neal's cock to slide out of her overworked pussy. Sam stands and removes Neal's cock before climbing back onto the bed. He messages her shoulders and back until she falls asleep, mumbling one last “oh Neal” silently in her dreams. Sam pulls the covers over her, kisses her forehead, and quietly walks out of her bedroom. He walks down the hall and enters the garage. It is cold and barren. In one corner is an old army cot with a old, ratty blanket laying across it. He lay down and cover himself with the scratchy blanket. Sam never got his reward, but there are other days. As he drifts off he thinks about his one true love, his soulmate, Veronica.


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