|
Slave to pussy
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Shortly after my girlfriend and I began sleeping together,
she realized I was putty in her hands as soon as my cock was
hard. I'm a complete pussy slave, and I can't deny it. Whenever
my girlfriend wants something from me, she just slips into some
sexy lingerie and starts barking orders. She knows that as soon
as I see her, I'll immediately begin thinking with my dick.
A typical evening may start with my Mistress greeting me at
the door when I arrive home from work. She'll be wearing heels,
stockings, and a garter belt. "Take off your clothes slave-boy!"
she'll say as I close the door behind me. I immediately take off
all my clothing and await her next command. She then grasps my
cock in her hand and gives it a few strokes to insure it's at
full attention. "Is my little slave-boy feeling cooperative
tonight?" she'll ask. I nod my head quickly, letting her know
she's got me in her control. "Get down on your knees and beg
like a dog for my pussy!" she says. I immediately do as I'm
told. She then positions her glistening pussy just inches from
my face and says "Beg for it pussy slave!" I begin to make
whimpering noises in hopes of getting a face full of pussy.
"You'd like to stick your tongue in my pussy, wouldn't you?" she
asks. I respond with an adamant "YES." "Well, you'll have to
earn it slave-boy!" she says with a playful smile on her face.
"It's Friday slave-boy, fetch me your paycheck." she
demands. I retrieve my paycheck from my briefcase and bring it
to her. She then seizes my cock in her hand and pumps it a few
times. "Sign the paycheck over to me slave-boy." she says as she
continues caressing my engorged cock. I moan with pleasure as I
sign my paycheck for deposit into her bank account. She then
hands me a twenty dollar bill and says "Here's your share slave-
boy!" and she stuffs my paycheck into her purse.
"Now slave-boy...I want you to put your clothes away, change
into your red satin G-string, and then get your ass back here and
set the table for dinner." I quickly do as I'm told and soon the
table is ready for dinner. I ask Mistress what we will be having
for dinner and she says that she has ordered a pizza. Soon the
doorbell rings, and Mistress hands me the money and has me pay
the pizza boy. The pizza boy looks at me kind of funny, but
doesn't seem too concerned with my outfit, but my Mistress knows
I am quite embarrassed. She laughs a wicked laugh as I close the
door, and we sit down to dinner.
After dinner, Mistress leads me into the bedroom by my rock-
hard cock, and tells my to sit down in a straight back wooden
chair without arms. She grabs my cock and begins a gentle, but
firm caressing which soon has me panting like a dog in heat.
"Does slave-boy mind if I tie him up tonight?" she asks. I shake
my head, knowing I have no control over my destiny. She then
securely ties me to the chair with rope she keeps under the bed.
Mistress then goes to the telephone and calls an ex-
boyfriend of hers named Gary. Gary has taken part in my
Mistress' games before, so he knows what to expect. She chats
for a few minutes with Gary, and asks him if he'd like to come
over for a session. She then hangs the telephone up, walks over
to me, and sits on my lap. She grasps my cock and squeezes it,
watching my eyes go shut in ecstasy. "Big Gary's coming over to
fuck me. Do you mind slave-boy?" I answer "No." between my
heavy breaths. "You sure are a slave to that dick of yours,
aren't you?" she asks. I can only nod in agreement. "A lot of
guys would hate to see their girlfriends get fucked by another
guy. Especially by a guy like Gary, with that monster cock of
his." she says, as she continues the firm stroking of my cock.
(She wasn't exaggerating either. Gary is equipped with a very
large and thick penis, which is probably why she enjoys having
him over.) "When Gary gets done filling my pussy with his cream
filling, I think I'll have you suck it out. You would probably
like that, wouldn't you slave-boy?" she asks teasingly. All I
can do at this point is bob my head up and down in cadence with
her stroking as an answer to her question. "All this dirty talk
has you pretty excited. I think I'd better let you cool off."
she says as she stops stroking me, just short of my climax. She
then stands up and begins teasing me with her breasts. Holding
then just out of tongue's reach as I strain to lick them.
Occasionally letting my tongue reach them when it suits her. She
laughs throughout the course of her teasing and says "What's the
matter, don't you want any titty slave-boy?"
Soon the doorbell rings, and Mistress leaves to answer it.
I hear her sweet talking Gary in the other room, but the talk
soon becomes obscured by Gary's moaning. Apparently Mistress
already has him eating out of her hand. Mistress then leads Gary
into the bedroom by his cock. Gary's cock is so thick that
Mistress' hand cannot completely close around it. "Stand at the
foot of the bed Gary." she says, as she climbs on the bed on her
hands and knees. Mistress then positions herself so that her
beautifully rounded ass is just inches from Gary's throbbing
member and not much farther from my position in the chair. "You
know why I called you over, don't you Gary? I want you to fuck
me with that monster cock of yours and show my slave-boy how a
"man" fucks! Are you ready to stick it in me?" Gary responds
with a nod and Mistress slowly backs her cunt onto Gary's pole.
She runs her tongue over her lips as the entire length of Gary's
shaft easily glides into her moist sex.
Gary quickly grabs hold of Mistress' ass and picks up the
tempo, slamming his fat cock in and out of her pussy. "Fuck me!
YES! More!" Mistress shouts, as Gary's balls smack against her
ass. Mistress' head soon bows into a pillow as Gary's fucking
weakens her arms. Mistress' body quivers and shakes as an orgasm
passes through her. Gary glances down at me, tied in the chair,
watching him assail my Mistress' pussy, and grins as he slams her
even harder. After a few more minutes of fucking, Gary tenses up
and begins depositing wads of cum in Mistress' pussy. Mistress
looks back at me and smiles a wicked grin as Gary's body subsides
from the waves of orgasm. "Gary, I want you to do something
before you leave. Move slave-boy's chair so that it is leaning
back on the foot of the bed." she says. Gary quickly moves my
chair and tilts it back onto two legs so my head is on the bed.
Gary smiles as he leaves the room and says "See you next time."
Mistress then positions her pussy above my mouth and says
"Let's hear little slave-boy purr like a kitten for his cream."
I begin to make a purring noise and Mistress places her sex on my
out-stretched tongue. "Lap at it little kitty" she says, as she
keeps it just within tongues reach. I paddle my tongue against
her slit and taste the "creamy" sexual secretions. Mistress
asks, "Aren't you happy little kitty? I don't hear you purring
anymore." I make a purring noise with my breath as I continue
slurping at her pussy. "That sounds like you want more, huh
little kitty?" she asks, and then presses her cum-filled cunt
onto my mouth. "Now suck me dry slave!" she demands, as she
slides her cunt back and forth across my mouth. "Suck my pussy
clean slave-boy!" she orders. I suck as hard as I can, and begin
to swallow more and more of Gary's creamy deposit.
"Good boy." she says, as she removes her pussy from my
mouth. "I think you got every drop." She then stands up and
walks around in front of me, pulling my chair back to the upright
position. "I suppose you're dying for some relief from that
raging hard-on you have, huh slave-boy?" I nod my head in
response, still gasping for air after being smothered by her
pussy. At this point my cock is so hard it hurts, and all I can
think of is relief. "I can't let you cum yet slave-boy. You
know how much I love keeping you hard so you'll remain obedient."
I nod my head, knowing she's absolutely correct. As long as I'm
hard, I'm a slave to her command. "I going to take a bath slave-
boy, but I'll let you watch a movie while I'm gone." she says, as
she turns my chair to face the television. She then puts a porno
flick in the VCR and leaves to take a bath.
For over an hour I'm left alone with my raging hard-on and
scene after scene of hot sex exploding from the television.
Mistress knows the tape will keep me more than excited during her
absence. I watch the screen as a hot blonde feeds her pussy to
some lucky guy while another stuffs her mouth full of cock.
Soon, the guy getting the blowjob is shooting wads of cum all
over the blonde's face while she continues to bounce on the other
man's cock. "Enjoying the show?" Mistress asks, as she enters
the room. I nod my head yes as the guy fucking the blonde on the
tape pulls out and blasts his wad all over the girl's ass.
Mistress strolls over and turns the VCR off, now that it has
served its purpose. "I see you're still as hard as when I left,
huh slave-boy?" she asks. I nod my head eagerly, hoping my
aching cock will soon receive some relief. Mistress then stands
behind me and touches my cock with one of her long fingernails.
My cock trembles from the sensation and Mistress laughs a
sinister laugh. She then leans the chair back onto the floor, so
I'm looking straight up at the ceiling, and then places a pillow
under my head to prop it up. She then leaves the room, but
returns quickly with a bottle of cinnamon extract in her hand.
"Stick out your tongue slave-boy, and keep your mouth open!" she
orders, as she takes the lid off the bottle. I obey her command,
and expose my tongue. She then dips a toothpick into the bottle
and traces some liquid fire onto my tongue. "I think I'd better
put out that fire in your mouth slave-boy. May I use your hose?"
she asks. "Yes!" I moan, as the liquid continues irritating my
mouth. She then grabs my cock and begins pumping it vigorously.
I groan as my orgasm begins, and rope after rope of gooey cum
splatters onto my face, mouth and chest. My cock and balls feel
as if they have been turned inside-out as Mistress extracts the
last few drops of cum from my throbbing cock. "Thank you
Mistress...Thank you!" I gasp as I lay back and rest.
|
|
