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

The Church of the Chosen--Part 2

... her head away from the smoke detector as she whispered, “Just pretend to do the inside. I’ll pretend you’re in there. I just pray they never make you do it to anyone else.” My tongue made contact with her puckered sphincter. The texture was interesting—different from anything I’d ever tasted, but not unpleasant. I could tell from her moans that she wasn’t faking it. My formerly staid wife was getting off on my tongue on her ass. Slowly I pushed forward, my tongue forcing its way through the strong muscle. Denise’s reaction was as loud as it was sudden, “Oh, fuck! That feels so good. Push it in farther. Rub my bowel wall with that tongue. Rub my clit with your fingers. I need to cum. Harder! Harder! Oh, God!!!” She shook as her body convulsed over and over as spasm after spasm wracked her body. She was a sweaty wreck when it was over. She lay quietly on the bed panting as her breathing slowly returned to normal. “I’m glad I said you could jerk off, slave. I’m too wasted to fuck. Come here and get to it. I want to watch you. Don’t cum until I give you permission or I’ll have to punish you again.” I thanked her and laid my hand to my hardening cock. I could see and understand the psychological impact of the cage. I felt as though I was in a prison even though I was getting out for sex with Denise virtually every single day. I lay on the blanket as my stroking began in earnest. Denise leaned over me to pinch my nipple with one hand while she bit the other. The pain was intense, ...

... but I came hard, spraying semen all over my chest and abdomen. In the old days I would have wiped it off with a hankie, but now that I was “submissive” Denise scooped it up with her fingers and fed it to me. She kissed me good night; I rose to turn out the light. We lay in bed together for several minutes before she rolled onto me. “You were supposed to fake it, weren’t you?” “Yeah, but you know how much I love your ass.” “Umm, hmm—I know now, don’t I? It was incredible, but I doubt I’d want to do it again. The thought disgusts me. Now, kiss me, but keep your mouth closed. It’s bad enough you had to taste it.” I reached up to kiss her cheek. She went right to sleep as I remained awake for another three hours before rising to go to work. I removed my collar and quickly refastened it. I had no idea if they could tell if it opened—probably not, but why take unnecessary chances? I tried to slip quietly out of bed and was almost there when I felt Denise’s hand on my arm. “Please, darling…be careful and don’t get caught.” She pulled my head to her and kissed me, forcing her tongue into my still dirty mouth. I dressed quickly in my dark grey camo outfit. Most people think of black when they want to hide at night, but black stands out even more than white. You can typically see a black outline as clear as can be. I filled my backpack with my equipment and moved my racing bike through the door from the garage to the back yard. I typically rode regularly, often doing twenty miles or ...