Mark Shows His True Colours: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Mark Shows His True Colours: Part 3

... cock, Robin."

"Again."

"I want your cock, I want your cock."

"What's her name?"

"Marisa."

I texted the shot I had just taken from Mark's phone to Marisa, then I threw the phone aside and mounted my bitch, sliding my own hard and thick cock into Mark's mouth from behind. It eased into his throat wholly and completely and I pressed it as far as it could go, my crotch abutting his mouth.

"Use that tongue of yours to lick my balls, Mark."

I withdrew my cock, dripping with Mark's saliva, and plunged it back into this throat, this time with greater force. The tip of his tongue massaged my hairless balls and I face-fucked him intensely for a few moments. My cock was a wet sloppy mess.

"I'll give you a breather, bitch."

I'd heard a buzzing sound while I was fucking Mark's mouth and I found and opened his phone to see a text from Marisa.

"I always knew you were gay. That is soooooo fucking hot!!!"

I forwarded the text to my own phone and then put Marisa into my address book. I'd get back to her later. I had other things to do now.

I sauntered over to the head of the bed, knelt above Mark's mouth and lowered my ass onto it.

"Lick. Deeply."

His tongue wasted no time. I pinched and twisted his nipples and listened to his helpless moans, moving my ass up and down over Mark's face.

"You like that?"

"Yes, Robin."

I slapped him, once, twice, three times, then pushed my ass again onto his mouth.

"Say it louder."

I lifted myself ...

... up.

"I like it."

I slapped him again -- he was playing with me, I could see he wanted to be abused, hence his abbreviated answers. He knew what I wanted to hear.

"Tell me exactly what you like, you fucking degraded sissy bitch."

"I like licking your ass and cock, I like being spat on, I like being your sissy bitch."

"That's nice to hear."

I fetched another black silk scarf and wound it round his mouth to gag him, and took a few more pics with his and my phones. Then I dressed and instructed him to remain still while I was away.

"I'm going to the cafe for a coffee," I said. "I'll be back soon, don't worry. I'm sure you won't be going anywhere."

I did stop at my cafe, had a few espressos and scrolled through the pics I had taken. I wasn't so happy with them and made a mental note to get a few showing Mark sucking me off. I texted Marisa.

"he aint gay."

"who the fuck r u?"

"Marks new gurl."

I finished another espresso before Marisa replied.

"WTF"

Then I pocketed the phone and took a detour into the beauty salon around the corner where I had my body tended. The girls were professional and they were superb at keeping my balls -- and other parts -- smooth and hair-free. They found it fascinating to serve a gorgeous shemale like myself and often queried me about my love-life, boys and girls. I flirted with them occasionally but we respected the boundaries. Hell, a little flirting never hurt anyone. Occasionally I fantasized about taking Cheryl -- ...