The Collar 8 - Sex Stories

The Collar 8

... feel good!”

“Okay, how's this?” he asked. “Suck my cock.”

She blanched. “But it's been in my... in my ass!”

“I know.” he said, smiling. “That's what makes it naughty!”

“Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this!” she said, then bent her head and began sucking on the head of it. He put both hands on the back of her head and made her go deeper. When it got to the halfway point, she put her hands on his thighs and tried to push herself away, but he just grinned and forced himself deeper in her mouth.

“Mmm! Mmm!” she said loudly, trying to push him away with both hands, but he was holding her head tightly in place with both hands and he kept pulling her closer until he was all the way in her throat and her nose was tightly pressed against his groin. His tightly shaved pubic hair was tickling her nose.

She tapped his leg, trying to get him back off, but he didn't, instead he looked down at her and told her that she could breathe through her nose. She tried it and found he was right, especially on his back strokes. He wasn't trying to kill her; he was only taking his pleasure at her expense.

She looked up into his face and saw the look of pleasure, and felt a sense of pride that it was HER that was giving him the pleasure. She changed her mind about her situation, especially after he told her that she was enjoying having him in her mouth. She found herself actually looking forward to making him come. She wondered what it would taste like, what was it's ...

... consistency, how much would there be?

“Get ready, Maria; try to swallow as much as you can!” he told her, then groaned as her whole mouth filled with hot, salty goo that triggered every taste bud she possessed. She obeyed his command to swallow, just as another spurt filled her mouth a second time. This time, the taste of it finally registered and she choked.

She turned her head and took his final spurt on her cheek and in her hair. He smiled down at her and asked, “Did you like the way it tasted?”

She snacked her lips together once, then again, considering, then looked up at him. “I guess so.” she replied. “It's salty and musky, I guess, but I don't hate it, if that's what you mean. Yours is better than Buster's, that's for sure!”

“Good!” he told her. “You'll be tasting it nearly every day for the rest of your life. Are you ready to lose your virginity now?”

“Right now?” she asked, troubles showing on her face. “I thought I would be able to wait for my wedding night!”

“Save what for your wedding night? Your cherry?” he asked, smirking. “Buster already got THAT, remember?”

She let out a sob. “Ehat wasn't my fault! You MADE me do it!”

He smiled at her gently. “I didn't make you hate it, though, did I?”

“No.” she agreed bitterly.

“And it wasn't my idea.” he told her. “It was your very own sister who wanted to see Buster pop your cherry!”

She stared at her sister. “Jenny? Why would you want that for me?”

Jenny laughed out loud. “How many times did you ...