The Collar 7 - Sex Stories

The Collar 7

... giving her less than half the length. “Is that better? I promise not to choke you with it ever again.”

She nodded, looking up at him gratefully, smiling with her eyes. She turned her face to the side briefly and said, “This is MUCH better! You can do it this way whenever you want.” She took him in her mouth again and began sucking, stroking her tongue around on the head of it whenever he pulled it back.

“Get ready, Jenny, I'm about to... I'm about to...” Her mouth filled with several spurts of hot, salty stickiness that tasted even more musky than his pre-come, but wasn't horrible, so she swallowed it, then let his softening member slip out of her mouth and looked up at him again.

He sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulders and drew her in for a hug. “That felt amazing!” he said, kissing her on the forehead. “I'm sorry I choked you. That will never happen again, I promise.”

“Actually, if you want to do it again, I don't mind.” she said, smiling. “It felt good for you, didn't it? Fucking my throat?”

“Well, yes,” he admitted. “But I don't like the fact that it caused you distress. I want you to live!”

She giggled at that. “I didn't die, and the fact that you were in complete control of me... I've never been more turned on by anything in my whole life!”

“You want me to be in control of you? That excites you?” he asked, musing it over in his mind. “I know something that will DEFINITELY let you know who is in charge, then. Are you ready to do ...

... it in a brand new position, one we haven't even discussed?”

“Yes sir. I'll do anything you want!” she told him. He smiled at her.

“Get on your hands and knees, legs about shoulder width apart. This is known as 'doggy style.”

“Yes sir.” she said, getting into position, then felt him rubbing his cockhead up and down her slit. “Oh, that feels good! I'm going to like this.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, then moved it up a little and sank almost all of it into her asshole with one brutal shove, both his hands on her hips, pulling her back and making sure she couldn't get away.

“Ahh!” she shouted. “It hurts!”

“Pain is pleasure, Jenny.” he said. “You don't feel pain; you feel good!”

“Ohh, God!” she wept. “What are you doing to me? It doesn't hurt anymore; it changed to feeling good when you said that!”

“Then this will feel even better.” he told her. “You're going to suck my cock again, and knowing where it just was will make it so dirty that it will taste even better to you. Suck it now, Jenny!”

“Ohh, God, you've turned me into a dirty whore!” she said, sobbing, but she pulled herself off his cock, spun around, and took him into her mouth again. She could taste to sharpness of her own shit on it and that made it even better for her. She was suffused with happiness because she was fulfilling his commands.

“You will never wear that Collar again, Jenny.” he told her. “Obeying my commands will give you great pleasure, however.”

“As long as you command me to ...