Under His Spell Chpt 2 - Sex Stories

Under His Spell Chpt 2

... me. “Now slut!” He growled and placed his lips on my clit and sucked. “Yes, yes!” I practically sobbed in relief. In seconds, I came so hard that my knees buckled. If Joe had not been kneeling in front of me and clutching my ass, I would have fallen. Joe lapped up my nectar, licked me clean and, finally, turned off the egg. Gradually, I regained some control. My legs, though barely supporting me, stopped trembling. My pulse rate slowed to near normal and, from panting and gasping, I settled into a more regular breathing pattern. I asked Joe if the egg could be removed. “If you can get it out without using your hands, you may remove it... for now.” Pondering his response, I asked if he would please remove it for me. He had said nothing about utilizing his hands, but he did not appreciate my suggestion. “You may remove it but without utilizing anyone’s hands. Is that clearer?” “Yes Sir, sorry.” After giving it more thought, I bore down at the same time as tensing my cunt muscles. Slowly, out came the egg. Joe was pleased, judging by the smile on his face. “Sir, may your little slut go for a shower? Would you care to join me?” “Yes, you may shower. And no, I will not join you at this time.” I was pleased that I could clean up, but the pleasure was tinged with disappointment because I would not see and touch Joe’s body. “Don’t be long Brie. I am ordering room service for dinner, so you don’t need to dress. We are not leaving the room tonight. Oh, and you aren’t allergic to any ...

... type of food are you?” “No, only thing I am allergic to is bee stings. So no worries.” “Brie?” “Yes, Sir?” “Don’t touch my pussy except to clean it. Understand?” “Yes Sir, understood. I will only wash it, no other touching.” I wondered what the rest of the evening had in store for me as I took a hot, quick shower. Drying off, I heard a knock at the room door, must be room service! Good timing, I thought. Opening the bathroom door, I peeked out and seeing only Joe in the room, I entered just wrapped in the hotel’s white bath towel. Joe looked up as I walked towards the small table where dinner awaited. It smelled wonderful and made me realize just how hungry I was. “I said no clothes, Brie.” “But this is just a towel.” “Take it off, now, and come over here.” I let the towel drop and walked to Joe, who was busy setting the table. “It looks great, thank you for ordering,” I said. “I am starving.” “Please, sit, I hope you enjoy what I have ordered. I played safe and ordered chicken cordon bleu, wild rice pilaf, fresh green beans, and warm wheat rolls. For dessert, fresh strawberries and cream. Would you care for wine with your dinner?” “Yes please.” I smiled. “It all looks and smells delicious. Thank you, again, Sir.” “You’re very welcome, my dear. After all, we must keep up your strength. Earlier was just a preview. There are more delights to come this evening.” With a little trepidation, I dug into my dinner. About halfway through, I had to stop, I was stuffed! It was all so good ...