Community Involvement Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 12

... told. Now! Just let Mistress Michelle take control here, okay?” “Mistress Michelle, is it?” I responded with a broad smile. “Yes, I hope you like it.” “I love it!” “That is reassuring to hear.” “I am in your hands.” “Oh you will be, most certainly,” she cooed. “Remove all your lower garments!” ‘Well… okay.” I shrugged, not knowing what the hell she was truly playing at. I assumed that since she had asked, more like commanded me, to take some of my clothing off, she was going to do something about my current state of erectness. “Sit.” She pointed back to the lounge. I obliged, eager to discover her motivation. Michelle dropped to her knees and abruptly pushed my legs apart. She reached for my cock with of her orange painted fingers. I had not taken notice of her nail polish previously but as she dextrously manoeuvred her fingers and negotiated the sagging sac of my scrotum, I saw her nails were painted to match her lip-stick. She smiled up at me as her chin dipped under my cock and her tongue snaked out. I bit my lip as I felt the first soft touch of her wet tip at the base. I reached out to caress her hair and she quickly hit it aside. “I told you, let me take control here!” she snapped. “Do not touch me unless I have asked you to do so!” “Yes my mistress," I replied in what I hoped was an appropriately submissive voice. Inwardly I could not wait to see or experience what she had in mind. Her breath was warming on my maleness as she mimed the act of fellating me. She tilted ...

... her head to the side, and softly pressed her cheek on my lap. She looked up into my eyes as she parted her lips and snaked her tongue forward. I held my breath, waiting for any contact but it never came. Michelle moved her head up one side, across the turgid crown and down the other, never once did she allow her lips to touch my cock flesh…her mouth moved, like a proverbial hovercraft, just above my sensitive skin. Every now and then, a heated gust of her breath would gush forth and surround me, which made me squirm, which, in turn, made her smile wickedly. Suffice to say, it did not take long for my penis to ache from being rigid with the anticipation, the insinuated simulation of Michelle using her mouth on me was nearly, but not quite, enough to bring me to climax; god knows what would have happened if she had actually performed the act. “Looks like someone does not need to be physically touched in order to stand tall?” I fumbled verbally for a response but nothing came. Michelle sniggered lowly and grasped the base of my shaft, looking up at me from her position on the floor and then plunged her mouth hard, down onto my cock, sucking it all the way in until her nose was buried in my fuzzy pubic hair. I gripped the lounge so tightly my knuckles were white and I groaned with sheer delight as her hot saliva soaked my shaft. Michelle kept her eyes open as she commenced to fuck her face with my penis, noisily slurping up the excess saliva as she went. Her free hand soon joined ...