I was awakened some
time later by the squeaking of a door as it opened. He told me to
get on my hands and knees and crawl out. Once out, he told me to crawl
to the bathroom and make myself presentable. I crawled over to the bathroom,
but this time he didn't follow me in. I used the toilet and washed up,
cleaning last night's slightly smeared make up from my face. I wondered
why he hadn't made any sexual use of me at all, perhaps he was homosexual,
or maybe I didn't turn him on. The thought that I might not be attractive
to him caused a strange sort of pain to me. I wanted him to want me. I
know it sounds bizarre, but I wanted him to find me attractive and sexually
stimulating. I wanted to feel his hands and his lips on me, and to feel
him inside me. Brushing my teeth and hair, I hurried back out to join him
in front of the fire place. Now there was a small table set out, with a
coffee pot, blueberry muffins, and little sausages on it. Without him telling
me to, I knelt by his chair and placed my head against his knee. I noticed
a dish, like a pet's drinking bowl, in front of the fireplace, near his
feet. It seemed to be filled with coffee. He noticed my look and told me
to have a drink. Shy, embarrassed, but curious, I knelt and holding my
hair, I cautiously sipped. It was hot coffee, creamy and sweet, just the
way I like it! Astonished, I turned to face him and he was holding out
a piece of blueberry muffin. As I started to reach for it, he told me to
open my mouth. He fed me bit by bit, blueberry muffins and little pieces
of sausage, allowing me to sip my coffee from the dish, until I had eaten
a filling breakfast. He was talking to me, telling me I was like a pet,
and that he was going to train me to be a good little pet.
He told me to stand
in front of him, with my legs apart, and my hands behind my head. He leaned
forward and taking my breast in his mouth, he sucked and licked until my
nipple was standing out hard and throbbing. Turning to the other breast,
he repeated the process, until I felt I could not stand still another instant.
He placed of his hands behind me, in my lower back, and slid the other
between my legs, as he was sucking on my breasts. His fingers, first one,
then two, then three, slid into me. I felt my wetness and knew I was stretching
open to meet his entire hand as it slipped inside me. He stood up, keeping
his hand inside me, and as he looked down at me, quivering and arching
toward him, he asked me what I wanted. "Please make love to me," I begged,
rubbing against his hand. He told me that wasn't the way to ask. He said
"making love" was not what I wanted, and asked me again what I really wanted.
"I want to be fucked" I breathed. "Please fuck me." Chuckling, he withdrew
his hand and smeared my juices across my breasts before holding his fingers
in front of my mouth. "Lick them clean" he commanded.
"So, you want me
to fuck you," he said. "How much do you want it?" "Very much", I whispered;
"I'll do anything." He reminded me that I had already promised to do anything
for him, anyway, and that he would fuck me when he was in the mood. In
the meantime, he said, I should show him how much I wanted to please him.
Opening his robe, he pulled out his hard, thick cock, and told me to kiss
it. I knelt and with my hands still behind my head, I leaned forward and
kissed the tip of his cock. There was a little drop of fluid on it, and
I licked it off with my tongue. He asked me if I wanted to suck it and
I nodded. He told me I could use my hands to hold it, and that if I really
wanted to suck it, I should beg nicely. I begged him to please let me suck
his beautiful cock. He said he would, but that when he came, I would have
to drink every drop and swallow it. Ifi even one drop escaped my mouth,
he would never touch me again. I promised to be very careful and to catch
all of his cum. He leaned back and told me I could now suck and lick him.
I began by kissing it up and down, running my tongue down the base of his
cock, across his balls, and back up to the tip of his cock. Licking it,
I took the tip into my mouth and began to suck on it slowly and deeply,
caressing his balls with my hands. I was concentrating on pleasing him
and making him want me.
Gradually, I noticed his breathing was getting a bit more rapid, and he
was moving his hips to increase the depth and speed of his cock's penetration
of my mouth. I increased my own attention to his cock, and his hands went
around my head, pushing my head up and down. Now I was not sucking his
cock - he was fucking my mouth! I was helpless to do anything but hope
that I could handle it all when he climaxed. With almost no warning, I
suddenly felt him explode in my mouth. Swallowing rapidly, I tried not
to taste it, or to think about what was going down my throat. I just tried
to keep up with his thrusts and the fluids bursting into my mouth and throat.
Finally, he was finished. His hands relaxed from my head, and his cock
began to shrink and withdraw.
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