I Want To Be Your Slave - Sex Stories

I Want To Be Your Slave

... comfortable with the term we invented. "This time I'll lie on my back, and you sit on my face, with your ..." I said indicating her crotch. "My kut?" "Yes, your kut, I might call it a 'cunt', both seem quite crude. We should come up with a name for that." "But I'll hurt you if I sit on you. I'll think on names" "If you hurt me, then you'll be a sadist, you haven't tried that yet. But it doesn't hurt, and I really greatly enjoy it." I lay down on my back and beckoned. She dubiously approached trying to work out the best approach, then splat! She landed very wet cunt on my face. I, or rather my very clever tongue, started to explore the options. Her slit was quite juicy, just how I like it. Then I paid a little attention to her clit, and she rammed her self into me and collapsed. Again, I'd hardly started and she'd come, it doesn't give me much time to enjoy it. I was also having a little difficulty breathing, so I tapped her on the thigh, then a little more urgently. She shifted, "I need to breath occasionally." "Breathing's over rated," she said contentedly. "I want to do that again, I want to climb on top of you and force you to swim, but you just stole my knees, I'm not sure I can." "I have a different idea, why don't you turn around, and lay on top of me. You don't need functioning knees to do that. Who knows once you get there you might find something to do. By the way, there are people who find being suffocated, not necessarily like that, to be their turn on. I'm not ...

... one of them. Usually I can get in a few breaths in that position." She considered the merits of the idea and languorously turned around and lay on top of be as I suggested. This left her cunt in the perfect position to be licked with the help of a couple of pillows, and I could breath. As I suspected she did find something to do, my rigid member fell to hand, or mouth and she started a blow job. I concentrated on my job, but the situation got the better of me and I came in her mouth. Then I flopped. She get off of me and poked me in the shoulder. "Weren't you in the middle of something?" She said in a rather stern tone indicating her crotch. "Uh, ... yeah ... sorry. That um, ... it rather flattened me. Might I have a few minutes to recover?" "No!" Her cunt plopped down on my face again. I started to probe with my tongue, but she had other ideas, she started to ride my face. She mashed her clit into me somewhere near the nose and swiveled her hips so her gash travelled over my mouth and outstretched tongue. Then off and back, a little breath, and it was down again. I don't know how long this went on for, probably not long then she mashed down on my face and went rigid, then fell off to the side sobbing and gasping. I propped myself up on my side an looked at Maria with a big smile on my face. She was distraught. "Oh Stephen, I'm sorry, I forced myself on you, you did not consent." "Do I look like I mind?" I ginned and indicated downwards, where something had sprung back into ...