Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... you and let you enjoy tonight. I know I did! It feels so good to be able to take care of you properly."

So I lay my head on his chest, feeling more relaxed, more sated, more loved than I ever had. I watched the pseudo cock pulsing upwards, pushed to do so by the very needy manhood within it, and drifted off to sleep comforted by how much my man put me first.

The next morning I awoke before Trent. He was laying on his side. I quietly used my key to unlock him, gently removing the extension / chastity device.

I tugged at his hip to roll him onto his back. His manhood still stood at attention. I wondered if it had been that way all night, or if the tumescence had come and gone.

He awoke when I covered him with my mouth and began fellating him. He groaned with pleasure and relief. Not the relief of an orgasm, but the relief of actually being touched. I know I could have finished him within seconds. But he deserved better than that. No, I was going to use all of my skill as a fellatrix to make the pleasure of this blow job last as long as I could.

I sucked him gently, traced his turgid member all over with my tongue, sometimes so lightly that I know he wondered whether he had imagined it. I took that beautiful, bulbous head in my mouth and bathed it with my soft, flattened tongue. I caressed his full testicles, rolling them between my fingers.

When he would get close to release, I would back off until he regained some semblance of control. I edged him at least ...

... a half dozen times, lapping up the pre-cum which spilled from him while locking my eyes to his.

He was moaning in ecstatic agony, clutching at the sheets, rotating his hips and occasionally bucking them upwards in a subconscious effort for relief. It was not lost on me that I had him doing the same things he had me doing the night before, and it was very gratifying.

At one point he instinctively placed both hands on the back of my head, then instantly removed them as if he had touched a hot stove. I knew what he was thinking. We had a female-led relationship, which he had asked for. He did not demand, he sure as hell was not allowed to force anything in the bedroom.

I saw it differently. When I would place my hands on his head while he went down on me, he was still in control of what he did for me. I was just, in the midst of unbridled passion, seeking another connection... holding on for dear life. I saw this no differently. I certainly knew that him holding my head while I blew him would change nothing, except the fulfillment it gave to us both.

All of that to explain why I took his hands and placed them back on the back of my head, telling to fucking keep them there. I could sense his sexual energy escalate even more, if that were possible.

Two more edgings and I decided it was time. I locked eyes with him as I sucked on my pointing finger, getting it good and wet. I know he was confused, and turned on by the erotic image.

I plunged back down upon him, ...