Never be the same - Sex Stories

Never be the same

... was bottomless now as well, a thick black bush not quite concealing a clean shaven labia. She came toward him slowly, her eyes never leaving his, that wicked smile seeming to grow wider. She pushed herself against him and he could smell her and it was intoxicating. She grabbed the back of his head and kissed him deeply, her tongue snaking into his mouth, then broke off suddenly. She backed away just enough that he could now only feel her long nipples grazing his abdomen.

"So. Ian. I told you I tipped well, didn't I"

"Well yeah, but that's not why.."

"I'm going to change your life today, Ian."

She reached down to wrap her warm hand around his quickly swelling dick. He had always been modestly proud of his 7" penis and had never really felt inadequate until just now, as his eyes drifted back the monster's intimidating cock, still throbbing against the tile floor. It seemed to be oozing clear liquid which glistened in the candlelight, and any illusion that it might just be some kind of prosthesis left him as Mrs Benedict pulled his chin around to face her. She licked his lips playfully.

"Don't make this too easy now, sweetie," she giggled. "It's me you want, right?" She lifted her magnificent jugs up and pinched her nipples, just inches from poor confused Ian's face.

"Yes.. I mean no ma'am..I mean yes but I..." She just laughed and continued to rub her voluptuous figure against his helpless naked body. His cock was now at full mast.

She grabbed it again ...

... and stroked it slowly. "Look at this big young piece of meat. What are we going to do with this?" Ian could only moan something that might have been a half formed thought.

She looked back at the monster in the gimp suit "Gerald? I asked you a question. What are we going to do with this?" The large man remained motionless. Ian couldn't tell if he even had eye holes in that mask. Finally a deep voice responded "It needs to be sucked, mistress."

Mrs Benedict looked at Ian in fake surprise. "Oh is that so? Does your big dick need a good sucking?"

She gave his dong another squeeze and now he was leaking on the floor too. "I uh, I mean I wouldn't s-say no.."

She grabbed him by his young overfilled balls now. "Answer me, boy. Do. You. Want. This. Cock. Sucked?" She licked her lips as she asked, then moved back to his cock, and now biting his nipples while she waited for his obvious, awkward answer.

"Yes ma'am! I.. yes I would like you to suck it ma'am. Please?"

She gave a deep hearty laugh and dropped his penis to swing between his outstretched thighs. "Oh baby, you misunderstood. I don't suck teenage dick. Not my thing. Gerald, on the other hand, well, there's nothing he likes more."

Ian's mind was swimming with lust, drugs, and exhaustion, so he took a second to question what exactly he was hearing, but the giant gimp had already begun crawling toward him.

As it suddenly dawned on him what was happening, he blurted "Wait, no, wait, ma'am, that's not what I ...