How You Became My Slave. Part 2 - Sex Stories

How You Became My Slave. Part 2

... millimeters from your lips. I grab a fist full of your damp hair and pull your head back making you look straight up. Once again, I wrap my hand around my cock at the base and pull it forward. You watch with eager eyes as pre-cum flows out of the tip and onto your mouth. You lick your lips and pull your tongue back into your mouth for a taste. I release your hair and step away. “Would you like more?” You nod your head, yes. “Then come and get it,” I tell you. You lean forward with your tongue reaching and I take a step back. You inch yourself forward on your knees, struggling to keep your balance. You lean forward again and the tip of your tongue grazes the underside of the head of my cock, causing my pec muscles to flex involuntarily and my cock to bob away from you. I take another step back and stroke my cock, milking more salty liquid out of the tip. You crawl forward on your knees again, eyes fixed on the fluid that is starting to drip. I back away before you can reach, you follow and I back away, over and over across the room. I continue to milk my cock, causing a string to dangling off my head, growing longer and swinging like a pendulum on a clock. Finally I stop, letting you catch up, your tongue wraps around the string, just below my cock. The string swings against you, on your chin, down your neck and onto one of your breasts. It is cold and it makes your nipples even harder. You lean forward one last time and to your surprise, I don’t move back. The head of my ...

... cock pushes against your lips. My flesh feels very warm; the skin has a velvety soft cover over the hard core. Having me between your lips makes you tingle even more and you feel a trickle start to run down your thigh. You open your mouth to take more of me in, but I back away. “Can you control your urges now?” “Yes Master!” “That’s good, because it is time for you to learn how to suck my cock.” I inform you. “Would you like that?” “Yes Master,” you say in almost a moan. “Follow me,” I say, as I turn and walk over to an armchair. I turn and sit down, with my legs parted. You crawl on your knees over to me and position yourself between my legs the whole time keeping eye contact with me. You want so badly to look down at your intended target, but you don’t want to disappoint me again so soon. “I want you to look at my cock so I can show you a few things,” I instruct. You smile and look down, my head is glistening with pre-cum, I am slowly stroking my cock with my hand, starting at the base and sliding my hand upward, pushing my foreskin up over the head and you watch a ball of pre-cum form at the opening. I stop stroking and I hold myself up against my body. “This is the frenulum,” I tell you as I point to the spot just under the head, “it is very sensitive and it feels very good when you lick it.” You stick your tongue out and I lower my cock onto your tongue. It flexes when it touches your tongue, but I hold it in place. You begin to move your tongue back and forth across my ...