The Collar 7 - Sex Stories

The Collar 7

... want to hold the thing that's going to kill Marcus!”

Reluctantly, he went and got it. She took it from him excitedly, cooing over the fact that it was a Collar. She looked him straight in the eye, then put it around her own neck. And danced out of reach while she buckled it on.

“Please, take it off!” he begged her. “It's not even charged up and can't possibly do anything, but still, please take it off?”

“Tell me to do something!” she said. “I want to see what it feels like to obey you!”

“Take it off, right now!” he said, the tone of his voice making it an order. “Please, that thing killed my wife!”

She unbuckled it and handed it back to him. “It felt good to do what you said.” she told him. “I thought you said it wasn't charged up?”

“It's not.” he said, puzzled, then unsnapped the back of it and looked inside. “See? It doesn't even have any batteries in it anymore. I took them out a long time ago.”

“Tell me to something else!” she said, pleading. “I want to see if that good feeling happens again.”

He tossed the Collar onto an empty chair behind him. “Okay.” he said, smiling a little. “Here's a chance to earn some of that money I gave you. Sit on the couch and hold your breasts together so I can titty fuck you, and suck on the head of my cock every time it goes near your mouth.”

“Oh, you want me to... to suck it?” she asked, and a big smile spread over her face and lit a fire in her eyes. “Yes sir!” She pushed her breasts together and smiled up at ...

... him as he knelt astride her and pushed his cock into her cleavage. The head of it poked out a little and she licked the tip, getting a taste of his pre-come and savoring it as he drew it back and out of sight. “It tastes good.” she told him. “Sort of sweet with a musky undertone. It tastes exactly right!”

It appeared again, and she opened her mouth eagerly, taking the whole head of it into her mouth and sucking, trying to get more of it in.

“Do you want to try the whole thing?” he asked, lifting it clear of her breasts. She looked up at him and nodded, smiling with her eyes. He pushed his hips forward, and since her head rested against the back of the couch, she was unable to stop it from entering her throat a second later.

Her eyes got wide as it cut her air off and she was unable to breathe for a moment, but then he pulled it back and let her cough and gasp for air. When she was done choking, he put it against her lips once more. She turned her face aside, then looked up at him, almost crying.

“I'm sorry; I'm SO sorry! It was choking me! Can you do it somewhere else? I'll even let you put it in my ass, if you want, and I promise, I won't stop you even if it hurts!” she told him, sobbing. “You can do anything you want to me and I won't stop you, I promise!”

“I want to do it in your mouth, Jenny. Are you going to tell me no?” he asked, and now she really DID begin to cry. She opened her mouth and began sucking on the head of it again, but he stroked it shallowly, ...