Couples Counseling Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Couples Counseling Pt. 04

... looking up at him fearfully ... I think, anyway ... in any case, knowing better than to speak.

The Bull unfastens the codpiece-style flap in front of his custom leather pants, and we're all impressed with what flops out: bare and sooth, chubbed, black as coal, and monumental in proportions. Paige's wet, blue eyes widen in shock, desire and fear.

"Open your mouth,pute." The Bull grabs his cock. "Wider."

He lifts his shaft, which is stiffening in his hand, its business end jutting over the span of his fingers. It's like watching a crane operator at work. At his direction, Paige's mouth gapes wide, tongue lolling out whorishly, eyes up and locked onto his. But they're strangely calm, I see; with the Bull's prodigious manhood filling her field of vision, in her eyes there is an erotic, pacifying fascination.

Watching my obedient girl-slave, I decide at this point, my boy-slave needs a reward for his own submission. "There, there, puppy," I murmur, "you've been doingso well."

My fingers curl around his flaccid cock, and I murmur privately into his ear, "I know, all those words backed up so tight in your throat, they must feel like they want to burst. But I need you to know, your Mistress recognizes your obedience, self-discipline and submission. She feels your pain."

I point to his wife. "And your sacrifice."

Slowly, the Bull's hand feeds his thick black mamba into Paige's face. Tensing, she whimpers at the intrusion, gurgles once ... tries to settles down ...

... ... then, as his cock works her mouth with shallow, probative thrusts, she begins to gurgle again, butrhythmically.

Tosh whimpers.

"Shhh, pet, let me help you. Here, I'll speak for you: 'I didn't agree to this, Mistress,' you want to say. 'I agreed, Paige and I both did, to submit toyou, Mistress, our trusted friend and neighbor -- not to any surprise cameo appearances. Especiallyhim. This ... this is too much.'

The Bull draws back from a prolonged test of plugging her airway, and Paige sputters as she sucks in new breath.

"'Please. No. Not him,'" I mock-whine. "Answer me true, pet, doesn't your Mistress-owner speak your mind with uncanny accuracy?"

With a gust of pent-up wind whistling through his lips, he nods his head,yes.

"See what happened there?" I laugh sweetly. "That last breath, dear pet -- the relief, theunburdening. You've learned a lesson in submission right there: Despite the frustration and pain of everything you've been holding inside, you obeyed me; and enduring with discipline and patience, you finally received your reward: the delight of discovering that your Mistress knows your mind without the help of your words. Reassuring, isn't it?

"And that she knows," I whisper, my hand lifting his cock, which stirs in my easy grip, "when to give her slaverelief from his suffering."

Glancing up at the floor show, I see the Bull testing a new angle of entry into Paige's throat. He dip his knees and tilt his hips up, one firm hand lowering his ...