Couples Counseling Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Couples Counseling Pt. 04

... suck-slut's face down onto his pole. There's a mucusy rattle back there, but Paige adjusts and endures. The Bull shoots me an approving smirk, telling me, 'Impressive gag control.'

Tosh sobs with a plaintive note that seems to be asking me for help. I give him that. I treat his shaft to an expert stroke, then another. Tosh's breath first catches in his throat, then heaves out as a husky, moaning gasp.

"Yes, breathe freely, pet," I urge him. "Don't speak, though. Listen while Mistress tries to help you."

I point. "Over there, what you think you see isn't a man, but an 'implement.' It's not a surprise guest or a familiar face, a rival who provokes your boring, stupid, narcissistic jealousy. Rather, it's simply a tool of mine. Like your collar, these bondage gloves, or my whip.

"So all you have to do is think ofthat..." indicating the Bull, "as mywhip. A whip with a cock, maybe, but that's all it is."

Feeling his penis twitching and growing in my hand, I think he's trying out my suggestion in his struggling mind, and it's starting to work for him. Seizing on that, I purr in his ear, "And just like my whip is an extension of my arm ...that is an extension of mywill."

I put the last word, 'will,' into his ear with a seductive lilt.

Bingo. At last, fully engorged, my pet surrenders his obedient slave-meat into the hand that owns it.

Spell woven. Or maybe I mean,restored.

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The Bull has completed his methodical sounding-out of the depths his ...

... suck-slut's throat. Now we've moved on to 'Alors, show me what you can do.' He freed Paige's wrists but left on the kitten-mittens, and ordered her to hold her hands behind her neck, elbows out wide.

Facing his cock, she kneels up, rising to the challenge; or to my eye, lunging into it. I can tell she's grateful to have back some agency in her fate, for one thing -- not to mention having her mouth and hands 'freed,' relatively speaking -- but also, I think she's got something to prove.

Her pouty, smiling lips swallow up the Bull's cockhead. "Mmh," she pants, "mmmh."

Her cheeks flex, I see, somethingactive going on inside that mouth. The Bull exhales, settling himself, maybe taken a little aback. He folds his hands behind him, standing perfectly still, letting the blowjob come to him.

"Mmh mhh mhh..." Paige's head pistons steadily, swallowing more of him, slurping back, flexing her cheeks, swallowing more.

Oh, this one's out to prove her husband right.Ironically enough, I think.

"Darling," I call out to Vic, "do you consider that slave-mouth capable of coaxing out your seed?"

"Given time,peut-être," the Bull nods tentatively. "If so, shall I feed the slave?"

"Not without permission,d'accord?"

"D'accord, Maîtresse." Ever dutiful, Vic seems fine with that.

"The same goes for you," I warn Tosh sternly. Using his dick to hoist him off his haunches, I have him kneel up straight. I want him watching his wife's oral wantonness with a good deal more ...