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

Becoming My Wife's Sex Slave Pt. 01

... intense shame at what I was about to say.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a dumb little slut, a horny perv who forgot that I'm always supposed to answer when you ask me questions. I am so very excited to get a taste of your perfect pussy if you will still let me, Miss Chrissy."

I didn't have a chance to even see her reaction, my eyes trying to bore a whole deep into the carpet as my embarrassment fully washed over me. I hunched there, mere inches from her glistening pussy, feeling a slight carpet burn in my knees already, wondering if I'd somehow fucked this whole thing up, when I felt her hand take hold of the back of my head and pull me forward into her dripping cunt.

I needed no more introduction, pulling my tongue along her beautiful, soft thighs, feeling the small quivers of her body as her desire started taking over, her impulse to dominate slipping, fading against a growing need to feel my tongue on her clit and along her pussy. She was glistening, and the musky, sweet scent of her arousal overtook my senses. I immediately attacked her pussy with my outstretched tongue, committed to pushing the tip of it into her as deeply as possible, fucking her with it gently. And then I was licking across her labia, pushing my tongue flat, alternating between short, tight licks and long, thick, languid strokes. My entire face was already drenched in pussy juice, the overwhelming aroma sending me deep into a submissive mental space where all I wanted to do was eat her pussy, to ...

... serve my wife, to be her personal pussy-eating sex slave. What the hell had gotten into me?

"Mmhhhhhhm good boy," she purred, her moans getting louder, more insistent. I pulled upward, my tongue glancing quickly against her clit, ready to bring her over the edge. "Uggggggggnnnhn yesss right there oh fuck don't stop oh fuck don't stop." Her voice had regained a dominant edge, and I committed to flicking my tongue back and forth across the bud of her clit.

Her thighs were shaking around my head in short order, a pressure building on my temples as she squeezed her thighs involuntarily. I pulled one arm up underneath me before snaking my middle finger between her legs and deep into her wet, warm, inviting pussy.

"Oh fuck," she half-screamed as my finger buried itself inside her, as my tongue worked relentlessly on her clit. "Oh yesss oh god oh yes oh goddddddd," she half-spoke-half-moaned, my finger pumping in and out of her as my tongue worked her clit, now working it as fast as I could move it.

Finally I felt her tense up, and a small rush of liquid filled my senses and reached my lapping tongue. I kept going, tonguing her as hard as I could, jackhammering my finger in and out of her as she convulsed for the second time in as many minutes.

"Ohhhhhh FUCK," she repeated, reaching down with her hand to try to still my head, almost pushing it away from her pussy. I pulled back, the familiar glistening feeling of her pussy juice moisturizing my lower face and beard, the ...