Seduction Five - Ms. Torra, Part Two - Sex Stories

Seduction Five - Ms. Torra, Part Two

... mouth. He frantically tries to suck in the hot flow as She freezes in place and quivers violently. The orgasm seems to go on forever with Tommy unable to take a breath. Dizziness is overcoming him, and he panics, but cannot move a muscle. His thinking blurs and his consciousness recedes.

Mercifully, She rises off of his face and he frantically gasps for air. In and out he gulps while Ms. Stark nimbly dismounts. A hand gently pats his cheek, “That will do for now, sweetie.”

Sensing Her move away, he hears Her call out, “Mandy, bring My car around.”

From a distance, the girl replies, “Which one, Mistress?”

“Umm, I’ll have the Ferrari this evening. I’m taking Number 373 clubbing, then to the villa.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Has he been fully manscaped?”

“Yes, completely.”

“Excellent. Now hurry, darling.”

“Of course, Mistress,” and quick footsteps fade away as Mandy scurries to do Mistress Stark’s bidding.

“You were adequate,” he hears Her evaluating his performance, “but if I want to be worshipped again, I’ll train you to do much better.” He senses Her closeness, then startles as a hand encircles his aching member.

“I’m going to prepare you, Tommy-boy, for your next test.”

She begins a rhythmic stroking of his hardness. He groans and writhes as silently Ms. Stark brings him up to the very edge of release. She is gentle but insistent. Tommy knows this is a highly skilled hand-job by an unseen teasing beauty.

Just at the brink, the hands are ...

... removed, and he whines pitifully. His balls are in tortured pain. His cock has never throbbed and yearned more in his life. Seconds later She slips something over the bulging head of his cock and rolls it downward. The condom slides easily to the base of his oozing man-meat before She lets it snap tight. Without another word, Thomas hears Ms. Stark turn and exit the room.

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It seems like he’s been deserted. His thoughts are running amok with the experiences he’s already been through. He realizes that he’s soaked in sweat, covered in drying juices, and still agonizingly in pitch black. He has no idea what ‘the next test’ will be, but his mind and body excruciatingly long to find out.

The buzz of arousal is still sky-high in his loins when he hears the faint sound of approaching high heels. The door is opened and what he thinks is a single figure slips in. Seconds pass in eerie silence till on the air a whiff of perfume reaches him. His heart races recognizing Ms. Torra’s fragrance from this afternoon.

She says nothing, moving around quietly. Tommy is incredibly anxious, a combination of fright and suspense engulf him. What She is doing is a mystery. Then suddenly his hair is grabbed, and his head lifted from the bench. A metal object encircles his neck and a loud clicking sound ensues. He’s never worn an obedience collar before, but he’s quite sure he is now.

He senses Ms. Torra move along the ...