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The Journey of a New sub. Part 5.
9/7/2010 3:41 am |
As Sir walked back into the room I smiled up at him. He didn’t return my smile, but instead stopped by the bedside table and sipped on his champagne. He quietly studied me, and I lowered my eyes. The intensity of his gaze made me embarrassed and also made me apprehensive regarding what he had planned for me next. After what seemed to be an interminable moment, he placed his champagne flute back on the table and unzipped the fly of his pants. I was pleasantly surprised by how hard his cock was, despite the fact that nothing sexual had passed between us since he walked back into the room. I love knowing that I have a guy hard, it makes me feel satisfied that whatever I am doing to him is turning him on. And I really, really enjoy going down on a nice cock. It turns me on watching a man’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he revels in the sensations. At that moment in time all I could focus on was how much I wanted to please my Master and show him what a good little girl I could be as I sucked his cock. I was still attached to the post of the bed, but I wiggled around so I could be closer to him. Sir slowly took the three steps towards me so that his upright cock was just inches from my face. ‘May I, Sir?’ I looked up at him from my kneeling position at his feet and gave him a small smile. ‘You may, bitch,’ As soon as those words left his mouth I looked down and focused my full attention on his cock. The first thing I did was to teasingly flick my tongue back and forth over the very tip of his dick, and then I slowly licked the sensitive underside of his head. For a short time I alternated between the two, I wanted to tease Sir and I knew that if I prolonged his anticipation enough there would be a time when he would get so frustrated he would begin to fuck my mouth. I looked up at Sir and licked my lips, for the first time I slid my mouth around the head of his cock and gently sucked as I withdrew my lips back over his head. I heard Sir moan, so I repeated the action, each time making sure I took more of his shaft into my mouth. Every action was done slowly, and I made sure I left plenty of saliva on his cock. I wanted my hands free so I could play with his balls as I sucked his cock. ‘Sir, may I ask you to undo my hands, so I can play with you more?’ As he leant slightly forward to unclip my hands I slid my mouth towards the base of his penis and let his cock touch the back of my throat for the first time. I let it slide just a little bit deeper and gagged around the head of his shaft. I heard Sir let out a low moan as he stood upright again and my hands were freed. I instantly cupped his balls in my right hand, wrapped my left hand around his shaft and set to teasing his head again with my lips and my tongue. After I had gagged on his cock my saliva was thicker and created the perfect lubricant for a wet and slippery hand job. I began to stroke his rod as I simultaneously massaged his sack and sucked on the very sensitive tip of his cock. It was then that I tasted the first of Sir’s precum. I kept this technique up for a few minutes, varying my rhythm to keep Sir very interested in what I was doing. I like deep throating. I like feeling my throat clench around a cock when it is shoved deep into my mouth. Whilst I was using my hands and mouth on Sir I would occasionally slide my mouth all of the way down so my lips brushed his pubic hair, and let his cock slide down into my throat. As I heard Sir’s moans increase in frequency I began to spend more time with his shaft deep in my mouth. It was bringing involuntary tears to my eyes, but I knew he was enjoying it, so I continued. I felt him moving my hair away from my face and holding it behind my head, at the nape of my neck. I knew what was coming as I felt his right hand firmly push my head down onto his dick. I quickly snatched a breath as I felt his hips thrust forward for the first time. He roughly shoved his cock past my gag reflex and I felt my nose pressed to his stomach. He wrenched my hair back and my mouth slid off his cock, leaving a silvery trail of saliva which quickly disappeared as my mouth swallowed his shaft again. This time he left his cock deep in me for longer, it felt like eternity to me, I couldn’t breathe, and I was desperately fighting my gag reflex. The only physical reaction I had left to me was swallowing. Every time I swallowed, the inside of my throat clasped the head of his cock and massaged it causing a low groan to escape from Sir’s lips. I felt like I was running out of air and began to resist his vice-like grip. After a short struggle he released the pressure on the nape of my neck, instantly his cock slid out of my mouth and I was momentarily left gasping for air. My gasping was quickly stifled as Sir continued to plunge in and out of my mouth, this time not hitting the back of my throat, but making me work hard to suck him and run my tongue over his head as he quickly, but roughly fucked my mouth. This pattern of slow deep throating and hard fucking my mouth continued until I thought that Sir must be close to cumming, but he abruptly stopped and shoved me away from his cock. ‘That will do for now bitch. Get on the bed and lie on your back,’ I scurried up onto the bed, rushing to comply. Simultaneously Sir grabbed something from the toy bag and came to kneel beside my head. Suddenly everything went dark as the black leather blindfold covered my eyes. |
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9/15/2010 2:35 pm |
Loved reading all the parts, but am hoping that there is more to this story... sounds like there might have been a lot more fun to follow... 
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9/30/2010 6:31 pm |
I have started posting in the magazine section instead.... so you can follow the story there if you like. Sometimes it takes me a while, life seems to get in the way! But im gradually completing the story....
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10/4/2011 8:13 pm |
top story, I will go to the magazine section and hope to see mre there. Keep writing as you have a good style.
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