The Church of the Chosen--Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Church of the Chosen--Part 2

... us. I lowered my head to her nipple, sucking and nibbling until she arched her back in ecstasy. I continued for several minutes before continuing my way down her body, stopping to lick her navel and abdomen before arriving at her tasty cunt. I went to crawl between her legs until she stopped me with a single word, “NO! Turn around, lie on the bed.” She climbed atop my body and as I reached up for her womanhood she reached down to wipe my cock head, licking off the oozing pre-cum. I dove into her cunt, attacking it like a man possessed. When I did Denise reciprocated, taking my cock into her throat. My tongue plunged into her tunnel. We fucked each other orally, driving each other crazy with lust. I knew Denise was ready for her orgasm. I was also ready for mine, but I had never ejaculated in her mouth before. I tried to warn her, “Mistress Denise, I’m going to….” “I know, go ahead. You have my permission.” That was all I needed; I had just sucked her clit between my teeth when I came. I continued to gnaw and lick her until she squirted onto my face. She collapsed onto me until I turned her around and pulled her into a long deep kiss. She broke it with a laugh, “You’re a mess, Sean. Did I do that to you?” “Yes, Mistress and I loved every second.” “I’m glad, because you’ll be doing that every single day, even when I have my period. Remember, I told you that I would push you.” She rose and pulled me up with her, pulling the blanket over our bodies. “This is how we’ll sleep from ...

... now on—naked so we can feel each other’s skin. I’ll leave your cage off if you promise me you won’t play with it.” I nodded. I wanted to obey. Mistress Denise turned off the light and kissed my cheek. She spooned in front of me and five minutes later I was sound asleep. I had forgotten to set my alarm, but I always awoke early. I slid out of bed at 6:30 and crawled to the kitchen. I probably could have walked because Denise was asleep and would never know. However, I would know. I had submitted to her; I had agreed to follow her rules and her leadership. I would do that even if she was not present—even if she was thousands of miles away. My morning went relatively well, even my punishment, but I was faced with a major challenge that afternoon. I was kneeling at my Mistress’s feet when the doorbell rang. I rose to answer it when Mistress Denise stopped me. She welcomed two Masters to our house. Master Phil and Master George strode into the room. I demonstrated my respect by kissing their feet. I knew what was happening here and, truthfully, I was terrified and disgusted. At the same time I was also determined to obey my Mistress. She sat in her chair, a huge smirk on her face, as she told me, “Sean, you know what to do.” I took a deep breath as I crawled forward to the first man. I unzipped his fly and reached inside for his penis. It hardened in my hand. Fuck—it was huge, much longer and thicker than mine. I’d never get it into my mouth—or so I thought. Placing my hand on the ...