A Taste of Cherie - Sex Stories

A Taste of Cherie

... cock. Each thrust of my body slams against her thighs, throwing her back against the bed. She clutches at the sheets, and then at my shoulders. She's never at rest; the muscles of her stomach and thighs quiver and tremble as I enter her, and her loins tense involuntarily around my cock. She whines softly and rhythmically in response to my thrusts. I build force, slamming against her buttocks. My arms slip from her wrists to her shoulders, and then to her sides. My fingers dig into her skin as I clutch her, and she crosses her arms behind her head and arches her back. I can tell she's on the edge.

We orgasm at the same time. I shout her name, and she moans mine. The pleasure is incredible, and I can feel my sperm draining from my body and filling her cavity as a wave of intense pleasure washes over me. She reaches out and grabs me, and claws her fingers into my back, still trembling from her own orgasm. I come down before she does, and watch the tail end of her orgasm. I collapse onto her, holding her and being held by her as the pleasure lingers. She quietly caresses my chest and then reaches up to touch my cheek. I give her a soft kiss.

"I love you," I say softly.

"I love you too!" she whispers back emphatically. Then she looks at me worriedly. "I think I scratched you!"

"It's fine, babe."

"I'll go get the salve!"

"Babe."

She nuzzles up to me. "I just like doing nice things for you."

"I know. But first, I'm going to hold you. For however long I ...

... want."

She doesn't answer for a while, and I listen to her breathing softly. She looks at me somewhat cryptically, and I gently slip two fingers under her slave collar and pull her to me for another kiss. I let her lay back on the bed, and she scrunches her toes playfully.

"You're adorable," I tell her finally. "Especially when you're shy."

"Oh, we both know I'm a mouse" she answers, looking like a very satisfied mouse at that.

"You're a little more than that."

"What am I?"

"Loved. Delicious. Unique. You're the light of my life, Cherie."

She bites her lip as she struggles to accept the depth of my love for her. Then, finding herself incapable of speech, she snuggles up to me.

"It's alright, Cherie. You don't have to talk while I tell you how beautiful you are, and how much I love you."

She squeezes my thigh and nuzzles my cheek. After a long silence, she speaks. "Remember when you bought me?"

"Yeah. When you signed yourself over to me, I took off all your clothes and threw you over my shoulder. Then I carried you out to my car and stuffed you in your cage. Remember that?"

"Of course! I barely fit."

"You didn't complain, though."

"It was cozy! It was kinda cute, too, how you looked at me when you locked me inside."

"Wait... cute?"

"Definitely! I knew you were showing off."

"I was."

"And it worked. I was impressed."

"That was almost five years ago now."

"Already? Gosh, you're right."

"I'm going to get your pussy pierced, for ...