“Almost perfect.”

Almost? King had been attending to my nipples for close to an hour. This didn’t include the previous hour of lovemaking we had enjoyed. He had decided that he wanted my nipples to be quite, QUITE, prominent throughout the evening when he would be entertaining his best friend.

Normally, my nipples are, well, rather dainty, something I really didn’t like about them either. He, however, has told me on multiple occasions that he loves them just as they are, but finally has decided that he will work to “enhance” them, something I’ve been asking him to do for some time. I had no idea how intense this would be!

In order to highlight them, he had been using suction on them twice a day for the last week, twenty minutes at a time. This has actually helped tremendously. Today, after a session of the suction, he then personally sucked on them for a long time, thus causing me to orgasm several times.

After this, he attached weighted clips onto my swollen nips and had me kneel in front of him. I sucked on him, licking, kissing, and swallowing his cock until he finally became hard again which took some times since he had already come once!

Each movement caused the weights to swing and the clips to grip and pull. I loved it and actually came again while worshipping his cock! This caused him to laugh uproariously and, finally, to become hard again. He reached down and removed both clips simultaneously. I screamed as the blood rushed back into my nipples.

“Look at these,” he crooned. “So puffy. I had thought to end with these, but now you’ve gone and gotten me hard again.”

I grinned.

“Let’s let these babies breathe for a bit while I lube you up. I want you on top and you know the rules.”

I did. If I was on top, my ass would be filled either by a plug or by him. Since he was only lubing me up and not a plug, I knew what it would be. He took his time, filling me with a cool, slickness which would ease his cock into my most secret of areas.

I positioned myself over him and sheathed myself on his sword, by breasts dangling in front of his face. I had hoped he would again suck on them, but instead, he grabbed them tightly and twisted. I threw my head back and screamed as pleasure wracked through my body.

“That’s it. Keep it up. Don’t you dare stop coming, slut!”

I obeyed. I couldn’t have stopped if I had wanted to. Eventually, I was sobbing and begging for mercy, my arms shaking as badly as the rest of my exhausted, well pleased body.

“Three more minutes,” he commanded.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to his command.

By the time I had recovered, dressed, and sauntered into the living room, King and his friend were each sipping a scotch. Prince, as I called him, stared at my nipples and whistled. He rarely spoke directly to me, only about me to King. I loved this as well.

“Well done!” he commented. “Which technics are you using?”

“Almost all that you recommended,” King answered.

I blushed, but stood a bit straighter.

“Tonight, though, I’d like it if you would keep a close eye on those nips. If they start to loose their, well, their pointedness, be sure to let me know. I’d really appreciate watching you do that other technic you mentioned.”

“The magnets?”

“Yep.”

“Happy to oblige.”

And so, I spent the next two hours wondering what King and Prince had in store for my nipples and magnets.