The Stalker Visit One Day Two - Sex Stories

The Stalker Visit One Day Two

... looked down. “Sweetie? Do you like having my cock in your mouth?” Sally shook her head no, not knowing how to answer with a full mouth. “No? Aww but there you are just holding it there, I think its time you gave me a nice slow blow job before Lunch. Now come on give me a nice one, If I have to fuck your face you will only have cum for lunch, if you do me proper you will have what I have. I will count from three if you don’t start, there will be consequences.” “3…” Sally started sucking, she figured she had just sat there with it in her mouth, how much worse could it be? “Oh yeah, Come on deeper, you can take it deeper, you are doing so good., Yep just like that now suck honey suck it and just keep doing what you are doing, if you get creative I will reward you.” For some reason the idea of a reward spurred Sally on in a sick way, she knew it shouldn’t, but she was curious. This man had done so much bad to her maybe a reward would be nice for a change. So she swallowed with the cock in her mouth and was rewarded by his grunt of “Ohh fuck, oh yeah”. Finally he shot his load but instead of making her swallow he pulled her head back and released on her neck and breasts. “I am going to give you a choice my pet. We are going to go make lunch, do you need your collar and leash on or can I take them off?” “Sir, you can take them off, I will behave.” Sally spoke quietly “Promise?” “Yes Sir, I promise.” Sally hung her head not knowing what to think of herself being compliant in her ...

... captivity. Mike used the fact that her head was down to reach the clasp on the collar and release her neck.“Aw look up, my love, you are so pretty, and you are being so good I am going to let you walk, come on, stand up,” “Yes, Sir” and she stood up. Mike put his arm around her and walked with her into the middle of the kitchen “Stay.” Was all he said before he went about making lunch while keeping an eye on her. She was fidgety and probably wanted to run and he had thought of that, and was ready, but was really hoping that she was realizing escaping was futile and would stay because it was in her best interest. Then he could get on with behavior modification. He was making sandwiches, quick and easy and was soon finished. “Take your position next to your chair, Bitch.” He wanted her to get used to being called Bitch as a name so his tone was not hostile or mean he said it like he would say Julie or Andrew or Sally it was her name: Bitch. Sally was not 100% sure what he meant, but went to the chair she had eaten at during previous meals and knelt hoping that was what he meant. Mike brought the plates in and put them on the table; he stroked his bitch’s hair, very proud of her then sat in his seat and pulled up the news on his ipad. The sandwiches were cold so he waited five minutes pretending to ignore her knowing it would not ruin the taste, but Sally did not know that. Sally shifted in place and sort of cleared her throat, but Mike did nothing. She waited what seemed like an ...