EXTRACT FOR
Cocksitters
(Miranda Birch)

They both watched as Patrick removed his clothes as quickly as he could -- it didn't do to keep these girls waiting. Soon he stood there stark naked before them, with a ramrod of a cock sticking out. He couldn't help it. He hated being humiliated like this, but the sight of these two scantily-glad young lovelies playfully wrestling with each other always turned him on. 



It was nothing they hadn't seen before. And it interested neither of them. But they made a fuss about it. As they always did. 



"Disgusting sight, isn't it?" said Amanda. 



"Absolutely," grinned Diana. 



She took hold of the erection and wobbled it too and fro. 



"Like that, do you, wanker?" 



"Yes, thank you Miss," replied Patrick nervously. 



You never knew what was going to happen when they had their hands on your genitals. Say `yes' and you were `taking advantage', say `no' and you were `calling her a dog'... 



Diana moved her hand along the rigid member, down to the balls, and squeezed them hard. 



"How about that?" she asked. "Agggh... no... Miss... please, Miss..." cried Patrick. 



Diana went on squeezing. It was something she enjoyed a lot. 



"I expect you'd like a wank," she asked the cringing wretch, ignoring his pleas. "Do you think he should be allowed a wank, Amanda?" 



"Only up to a point," answered Amanda smugly. 



"Oh quite... quite... we're not having him ejaculating for his own pleasure. I'm sure his Mistress wouldn't like that. Right then, wanker, get hold of your cock." 



Patrick stifled a despairing sigh, and obeyed the order. He was going through the usual routine of degradation and frustration. These two never seemed to let up on him. 



"Wank, wanker!" ordered Diana. 



Patrick's hand began to move slowly. 



"Faster!" snapped Amanda. 



Patrick's hand began to move faster. His eyes were on Diana's bare breasts. She had just pulled the front of her leotard down, exposing both big ripe firm breasts. 



"Like my tits, do you wanker?" 



"Yes... Miss..." 



"Like to get your hands on them?" 



"Yes... yes... Miss..." 



One always had to tell the truth on these occasions -- even if it didn't necessarily mean avoiding punishment. But now he was beginning to breath faster.