A Dream Come True Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 02

... sound of nails raking on concrete. Then, she came again, and he could feel her clamp down on him like a vice. She let out a howl of pleasure, something deep, guttural, like it came from her soul.

Lucrezia had appearances to keep up, so everything she did commanded attention, loyalty, obedience, or all three. She never let herself be vulnerable, for reasons Mike obviously wasn't privy to, but he was forcing that vulnerability onto her, even though she'd promised, as her side of the bargain, to do whatever he wanted, to let him do whatever he wanted. She turned her head to look back at him, eyes meeting, and he watched her defenses fall in real time.

"Yes." She finally said, almost in a sad, defeated tone. Then, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, she seemed to openly embrace this new part of her. "Yes! I'll submit to you. I want it more than anything..." She pushed her ass back against him, and he smirked even wider. Instead of continuing, he pulled out of her and climbed out of the pool. "Michael, please.." She pleaded with him, climbing slowly out of the pool. She began to jog over toward her robe, prepared to follow him wherever he wanted to go.

He glanced back at her, then at their surroundings. For a while now, the help had been at work around them, taking care of the yard, passing the windows inside the mansion as they went from room to room, hallway to hallway, but none of them really had a good look at Lucrezia or Michael, or had any idea what they were ...

... doing. He turned his attention back to her as she leaned over to grab her robe, and just as she was prepared to pull it on, he cleared his throat.

She froze immediately.

"Leave the robe off for now. Come here and clean my cock," he demanded, folding his arms across his chest. Even in the gradually warming air, he remained fully hard, almost dripping with their potent combination of his seed and her own arousal.

She looked at his cock, then at their surroundings. She then stepped forward. Once, twice, reluctantly. Three, four times, with a bit more confidence. Then, she found herself on her knees, gripping the base of his cock between two fingers to hold it steady before taking his cock into her mouth. She clamped down around the base and began to suck him off. Her technique was damn near flawless for someone who spent most of her time around other women, second only to Rachel, who just simply knew every inch of his cock and exactly how he liked it.

What Rachel lacked, however, was Lucrezia's youth, and it showed in the sort of enthusiasm she displayed in taking to his throbbing dick. She was able to suck more firmly, move faster, longer, with more energy. Then, without warning, she slowed, as if she'd suddenly remembered how he liked it. "Oh, shit, good girl. You learned fast." He saw the blush on her cheeks, and she closed her eyes. Was he touching upon a praising kink? He'd have to try again soon to see how she reacted to it.

"So. Do you want me to warn you when ...