Finding Robin, Finding Myself - Sex Stories

Finding Robin, Finding Myself

... my large and able cock, standing before me with her own gloriously large smooth upright circumcised member begging to...

To what? To be touched, sucked, to thrust itself...?

Robin moved closer, her cock now mere inches from my confused face.

"I know what you want, Mark, I saw it the first time we met."

She slapped me, and before I could respond she had pinned my arms behind my head.

"You're going to do anything and everything I tell you. You're going to be my bitch."

In my consternation I could feel a strangely queasy thrill in the pit of my stomach as my own cock grew harder and harder, and, simultaneously, as something within me surrendered and relaxed.

"Undress, bitch," she commanded.

I complied, hastily removing my clothing.

"On your knees, my little slut."

I knelt.

"Take it, suck me."

I hesitated and in that moment of hesitation she slapped me again.

I found that I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being called a bitch and a slut, and when she spat on my face I thrilled to the feeling of exquisite submission.

Her beautiful hard cock slid effortlessly into my mouth. I took care to cradle it, to flick my tongue on the head, while guarding her tool from my teeth. Robin grabbed my neck and pushed her cock further into me, so that I gagged. She pushed again, I gagged, she thrust her cock into my throat and this time it went beyond my uvula and into the recesses of my throat.

"You're a quick study," Robin said, as she face-fucked me with ...

... fervour.

I was getting the rhythm of accepting her cock deep into my throat without gagging, I had relaxed my throat and I moved my tongue as far forward as possible, so that I was now able to take her member fully and completely. With the tip of my tongue I could caress her shaven balls. You see, I had always watched my girlfriends when they gave me head and I often instructed them to maximize my pleasure. I was now following my own advice!

My entire body tingled with the sensation of a powerful unknown, of a completely new experience, as Robin thrust and fucked and spit and slapped me, pulled my hair and pressed her pelvic strength so wholly against my face I could hardly breathe.

Somehow I found myself in ecstasy. I would never for a moment have thought of being with a man -- but Robin was no man, she was a woman, I said to myself, and more, and so beautiful I could hardly fathom.

"I guess you have an open mouth as well as an open mind," she chuckled.

Her cock glistened from my saliva, and strings of my spittle hung down from its shaft. My chest was wet and sloppy from my drool.

Robin gathered a spool of wetness from her tool with her fingers and licked them. I caught my breath.

"Let's see what else we can open," she said. "On your back, grab your ankles and lift your legs in the air. And beg."

I did as she instructed. She probed my ass with the tip of her hard rock-like tool and eased it in, just the head. It was my first time.

"What do you say, ...