Becoming My Wife's Sex Slave Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Becoming My Wife's Sex Slave Pt. 01

... twitched & she laughed, almost mockingly. I started to pull my hand away to give her better access, excited about a footjob, when she pulled my receding hand back toward my cock with her foot.

"Did I tell you to stop stroking, you dumb slut?"

My cock jumped to attention and my hand flew back around my dick. Something about her calling me a dumb slut set my mind on fire. What the hell was she doing to me?

"Good boy. Now tell me about the dirty, weird, kinky porn you love to stroke yourself to, and maybe if you get me hot enough, I'll give you a reward."

I gulped, finally accepting that I just needed to tell her the truth. I told her about all of it: videos where women are giving men instructions on how to jerk off, videos of men getting pegged, of trans women stroking their cocks, of facesitting, of lesbian bondage and forced anal play. She made me stop three times, her foot casually but firmly rising up to my cock and pressing on my hand when I started stroking myself too quickly. I'd take a deep breath, maybe two, try not to stare at her pretty toes resting on my engorged dick, and then continue. Eventually, I made it to the end, listing all my favorite porn genres without climaxing. But I was as horny as I'd been since I was a teenager. My head was swimming, my forehead was burning, my cock was twitching with anticipation for release.

"Good good boy. You've given me much to think about. And that was definitely very hot for me... which means you get your ...

... reward. Stop touching yourself right now." I was so close I almost ignored her, almost finished myself off then and there. But there was something in her voice that told me that she expected my obedience. And something inside me that wanted to obey.

I let go of my cock, relunctantly.

"Get on the ground. On your hands and knees. Now."

I dropped to the carpeted floor of my home office. I was so horny I would have done just about anything. My pajamas were still bunched awkwardly around my ankles, my dick hanging between my legs.

"Crawl," she ordered, pulling her dress up to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties... and must have just shaved her pussy today. I gulped, hardly able to contain my excitement to get a taste of her beautiful, delicious box.

I crawled to her, feeling my hard dick swinging against my thighs as I awkwardly shuffled.

"That's a good boy. Is Dave excited to get a taste of this perfect pussy?"

I groaned, swallowing hard and moving even faster to get my face between her legs, when I felt her hard roughly grab my chin and pull my face up, so that I had no choice but to look right into her eyes. I was surprised to see anger, almost rage, written across her beautiful features.

"What the fuck did I tell you earlier?"

I swallowed hard.

"...You told me to always answer you when you ask me questions, Chrissy. I'm sorry. I'm..." I stopped, feeling the familiar feeling of intense heat rushing into my cheeks, the rush of embarrassment and ...