Naughty Little Shamrock Stories

The day before Memorial Day in the US my husband just finished cleaning up breakfast when I came downstairs wearing a transparent light pink babydoll with fur trim that let my pussy nipples show with matching heels. My hair was done up high on my head, with my make-up fully done in light pinks. The smell of the trigger perfume was strong enough to get his attention without me saying a thing. “You know with the party tomorrow and the girls staying all summer today is the last time we don’t have to worry about having some naughty fun” Curiously he questioned “Oh did you have something in mind” I smiled before taking his hand and guiding it first to my tit making him squeeze it. Then I brought it up to my mouth telling him “Go upstairs, strip naked and tie your arms and legs to the bed…” I paused a moment, sucking his thumb, “Mmm I’m going to drain every single drop of cum your balls” 

He was already in place when I entered the room. I walked around the bed, tightening the straps a bit. His little dick was unsurprisingly hard. Leaning next to him, I use a little wetness from my pussy to lube my hand before slowly stroking the small hard dick. My husband groaned pleasantly as I took my time and gently made him cum. No harm in letting him enjoy the first one.  It shot up on his stomach and over my hand. His dick started to go limp, but I didn’t stop stroking him. Instead, I sped up pumping harder, getting it to re-harden. This time went as fast as I could, not giving him a chance to recover or enjoy it. It took roughly the same amount of time, when a louder groan accompanying a pathetic dribbling from his dick ended his second time cumming. His dick wouldn't get hard again, even with my continued strokes. So I teased “Come on Hun, only two little squirts for your sexy wife, after I dressed up in your favorite color and wore your favorite perfume… surely you can cum for your sexy Hotwife just one more time?” An “Oh fuck, Jenn” and a mere leaking of clear fluid followed from his barely stiff dick. He was breathing heavily by then, but I was still stoking. “Looks like you need a little break before we continue, and I change into another outfit.” He looked confused asking “What do you mean I've already cum as much as I can” I smiled “Oh no sweetie I said I wanted to drain every last drop not just one session worth” With that he struggled a bit as I got up turning the TV on and cast a video from my laptop. “This should help you get ready for our next sessions” I teased walking into my dressing room and closing the doors. 

 As I looked at my choices for my next few outfits, I could hear the video playing. I had put together a several hour long compilation video of various porn clips. Most were 5-10 min long, with some longer or shorter. Currently, it was clips of various blondes with fake tits playing solo some with fingers others toys. This would go on for about 20 minutes then it would swap between solo blondes to blondes with one or more BBCs. These were mainly taken from promos for sites like Blacked, Blacks on Blondes, and others spliced together. Focusing on the women being stripped, reacting to the massive cocks, sucking and fucking, with plenty of cum shots and of course plenty of creampies. I used as many different women with blonde hair and fake tits as possible and luckily for me porn is full of them. Occasionally mixed in would be a lesbian scene with two younger or goth women to give the impression of my niece and her friend. Every 30 minutes after the first hour, a 1-minute cuckold scene would play. Something with a small dick man often stroking or caged watching up close a BBC fuck a blonde woman. 

When I returned to my husband I was now wearing an emerald green and gold strappy lingerie set of an open cup bra, thong, garter, stockings and heels. I had also changed my make-up to match my lips and eyes to the same shade of green as the set. His dick was already hard before he saw me but twitched a few times once he did. “Oh Hun I see you're enjoying the video” I walked slowly over to the foot of the bed, paused and spun letting him take in the outfit. “What do you think… Do I look good enough to be one of the girls in the video?” Then I bent over at the waist and began stroking his little dick again. “Am I sexy enough to be bent over and taken hard like a porn star?” He nodded, being unable to focus at first.  It took just a few minutes for him to groan out “Yes, Jenn… You… Fuck… I’m…” A small bit of cum leaked out his dick, far less than what the sounds would have one believed. Stroking harder and faster, his shrinking dick less than the width of my four fingers, I was barely keeping it hard. Once I teased “You want me to be your personal porn star… you want a sexy whore wife” his dick fully hardened only to cum moments later. Just like the last time I milked out one more. “Look how she's getting fucked against the wall like that listen to her moans… Tell me that could be me, that I'm that sexy” it barely dripped over my hand and I wiped it on his leg. “Ok Jenn, that's all I have. Can we stop now?” He nearly pleaded. I chuckled, “Oh no there is much more in here.” pausing to grab his balls with my free hand “Besides, we have to get it all since it's the last time you will be unlocked all summer.” I finished, then stood up and left him to his video.  

I would repeat this process in a different outfit several more times. Sometimes the outfit would be something from before getting my tits done and be way too small. That only added to the tease things like “You turned me into such a porn star that my old clothes don't fit anymore”, “All you buy now are slutty revealing outfits now that my innocent and normal clothes are too small” and “You must really love dressing me like a whore” Often I would catch myself fingering myself to the video as I stroked him or used my mini magic wand to make him cum again and again. 

My husband was struggling towards the end. His tiny dick betrayed him, getting hard from watching the video and my constant teases and now my own moans from the shower. I stepped out of the bathroom still dripping wet, having made myself cum multiple times on the 12in BBC dildo that recently replaced the smaller one as the one I kept in the shower. It was still in my hand when I approached my husband. His dick head was a bright red and I could tell it was getting sore. I still stroked it slightly more gently this time. Breathing heavily and his voice shaking, “Please Jenn no more” he begged. I simply spoke in a calmed tone “You still have more to give me now, stop complaining, or I'll have to put something in your mouth that you will not enjoy” looking over to the large dildo. He replied “Yes Jenn” I forced him into four more painful cums. 

After two more full sessions, I was finally ready for the last one. Even after resting, he struggled getting fully hard and almost nothing came out when he would cum. This time, I wasn't in naughty lingerie or ill-fitting clothes. I wore a small pink party dress tight and sheer enough to reveal my lack of any underwear with strappy heels and my hair and make-up done as if I had a date. In one hand I had my purse and in the other I had my phone with still open messages saying “You should come over, wear something sexy, and we can continue what we started in my car” and my reply of “Ok but just to talk”. He asked “Are you going somewhere” sounding scared that I would leave him like that. Stroking his sore and blistering red dick “Beg me you make you cum… Tell me how much you want to cum for me” he did exactly as told, painfully begging for more. Nothing at all came out as it twitched uselessly. “I think you're finally empty,” I said, talking to his dick. I left to the bathroom, returning with a warm damp cloth. I gave it a soft kiss right on the head, sucking ever so briefly just the barest of the tip. It was the first time in almost a year that my lips touched it. My husband actually looked relieved when I picked up and locked him in his cage. Giving him an evil smile as I undid the last of his restraints. “Since you were such a good boy, I'm going to go pick up dinner while you ice your balls” He looked over how I was dressed but didn't say anything as I left. It wasn’t a lie about picking up dinner, it just wasn't the only thing I was going out for...