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The first cock I deep throated
Date: 11/6/2015, Categories: First Time Author: Naughtynursejennifer
"Come here" he says, barely more than a whisper. He's sitting in the chair next to his bed. I obey him because I am compelled to follow his implicit instructions. There is no forcing of the issue, not from day one. I give in to him because I want to, or more importantly, because I need to. Need... is a strong emotion. I walk to where he is sitting in the dark. My heart is already beating wildly in my chest. I don't fear the unknown with him. Trust is another strong emotion. "Kneel" he tells me. I do. There is no other choice for me, though he's done nothing more than speak softly. My legs wouldn't carry me away if I wanted to run. I want to put my face in his lap, I want to feel him in my mouth, to please him that way. Instead though, he only traces my lower lip with his thumb. I can smell him, his soap, his cologne, and it only increases my desire. He's teasing me, and he knows I can hardly stand it. As he lets his thumb slip into my mouth, I draw it in with slow sucking motions. He lets it slide in and out slowly, feeling my tongue, the inside of my cheek, my teeth. I can't help wondering what he's thinking as he touches me this way. Before him, it would have been difficult for me to imagine something so simple being so very intimate. "You're wet" he declares calmly. It's not a question, rather a statement of fact. I nod as best I can with his thumb deeply pressing into my mouth. I can barely make out his features in this dark room, but I'm quite ...
... sure he's smiling just a bit. Then I feel his free hand on the back of my head. He strokes my hair soothingly, and replaces his thumb now with his index finger, pushing it slightly deeper into my warm, wet mouth. It's not long before his index finger is joined by his middle finger, and now I have to open wider to allow him to explore this way. His other hand comes to rest on the back of my neck, and he seems to be focusing intently on what he's doing. He pushes his fingers in, and then pulls back quickly. He's feeling my tongue again, and I am doing my utmost to relax despite the warmth building in me. He turns his hand over, and glides his fingers against the roof of my mouth. "Easy babe" he reassures me, and he slides in further. I try to breathe deeply, to stay calm, wondering what's happening. I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations. And then he goes further, and trips the switch that makes me gag. My immediate reaction is to try to back off, and to reach for his wrist to pull it away. As always though, he is prepared for this. His grip is strong, and my attempts to remove his hand are futile. "You're alright," he coos at me, "you're fine, just open for me". I let my hands fall back to my sides, and open my mouth as wide as possible to accommodate him. He turns his hand over again, and I feel his fingers on my tongue. It occurs to me then that he's mapping out my gag reflexes. It's not long before he hits it again, and as soon as he does he ...