Sissy Sessions Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Sissy Sessions Ch. 01

... and down on his cock. He knows his demeaning words are turning me on.

"The new smudge resistant lipstick is working wonders. The colour is staying put on those pretty little lips. It's only the gloss rubbing off on me. We'll have to see how long it holds tonight."

Darrell's words were coming between grunts of pleasure now. My head is now swirling a bit as I bob. I'm planting my tongue underneath his shaft. I make sure the hold is firm. When I bob up the shaft, I drag the inner parts of my lips against his skin. I want him to feel the tug from my soft inner lips. I need to coax the cream out of his balls. At the tip, my tongue dances over his frenulum.

If I could use my hands, I would go all the way up to the tip of his cock. I would make sure he can hear the sloppy kiss I leave for his cock head. He likes it when I put on a show for him. I follow up my kiss with a swirl of my tongue, lathering his head with saliva.

It's too bad I can't use my hands for the first blowjob, so I can't keep his manhood steady enough to perform those techniques. Instead, I rise up until only the tip is in my mouth. I then loosen my lips and flatten my tongue as I make my way back down.

I make sure to make audible slurping noises on the upward motion. To make sure Darrell is slick and slippery enough to achieve the noise he likes, I have to force my throat open. I take all 7 inches down my throat when I go down. When I come up, the throat slime that comes out with his cock leaves ...

... his shaft plenty lubricated. I need to repeat this a few times to build up the slimy fluid.

It's easier for me to make eye contact on the upward motion. When I take him into my throat, my nose is on his pubic mound. It's hard to look upwards in this position. So, every few bobs, I look up into the eyes of the man who owns me. He trained me well. I bat my eyelashes at him. The only time his eyes aren't open when I look up at him are when he's cumming. He only closes his eyes when he blinks and cums. He says it's because he can't get enough of watching me worship at the altar of his cock. It's the best entertainment in his life. Nothing makes him happier than experiencing the fruits of his labour. He spent a lot of time and energy training me to pleasure him to perfection.

My knees are starting to feel sore. I don't know how much time passed, but I know I need to hurry up if I don't want light bruising on my knees. I can't have my wife getting suspicious. Darrell doesn't allow me the cushioned mat until after I swallow his first load. I have to earn it.

"Mmmh, mmmh, mmmmh. Ain't nobody suck this dick like you do. You make fucking love to it."

I beam with pride, revelling in the shame I also feel. My own dick was now at full mast. All 4.5 inches.

I can feel his upper body start to shift. From my past experiences, I know what this means. Darrell is close. The shift in weight is Darrell picking upmy butt plug. He's lubing it up, getting it ready.

Not long after, I ...