Revenge, Pt 6: The.....Encounter - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 6: The.....Encounter

... the head broken up by slowly deep-throating me. I could feel her determination to get a reaction out of me. She held my cock in her throat for a little longer each time, and her licks got more insistent and varied. She was really getting good at this. Well, that was an understatement. She was good before, and due to my lack of experience every new blowjob from her automatically became the best one ever as she learned how to better use her tongue and throat to please me. But I kept control of myself, not wanting to let her know the extent of the pleasure she was giving me. After a few minutes more I heard, and felt, her moan slightly in the back of her throat. She inhaled my cock again, and this time just held it there. After maybe 30 seconds I thought she would pull up, but she didn't. She just stayed there, not breathing, my thick shaft pushed into her pulsing throat. A few seconds later she quickly slid off my cock and started panting heavily. She barely waited at all before sucking in a large breath and taking me into her mouth again. I couldn't help a small sigh at the sensation of being taken to the base so quickly and enthusiastically. And again, she held it. The seconds ticked on and on, far past the point I thought she'd have to come up for air. Her eyes were closed, her expression a picture of concentration, but her face was bright red. She was practically choking herself on my cock. Her eyes suddenly shot open and her head jerked upwards. She inhaled deeply and ...

... started coughing, probably choking on her own saliva. She never let go of my cock, even as she turned her head and continued to cough violently. There were tears in her eyes, but ones of discomfort, not emotion. After she seemed to get her breath back, she looked at me. "Sorry." she croaked, "I-" I interrupted her with a light slap to her face. She seemed stunned at the sudden pain. "Did I give you permission to speak?" I asked quietly. She shook her head, eyes wide open in shock, her hand lifting to her face. I'd actually been practising my slaps, as odd as that sounds. By hitting my own legs and arms, I'd figured out the right amount of force I had to use to sting without seriously hurting, or even bruising. I didn't put much weight into it, instead using mostly my fingers. It stung like hell, but it the mark faded quickly. I'd had to test that on my own face to know for sure, and I'd felt pretty stupid doing it. I wasn't trying to cause her serious pain. It was like biting her lip, or pulling her hair. It was just meant to shock her, and humiliate her. I'd learned the previous week how powerful real pain was, how deeply it affected her. And now I had the belt for that. The silence had stretched between us. It was a few seconds before I realised that she was waiting for another command, or a punishment. "Back to work." I said, leaning back. "And try not to choke on it this time." I added, condescendingly. I closed my eyes and she started again. She moved slower this time and ...