Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six

... lubricant, and when he withdrew, his cock slipped outside much easier than when it entered.

He began pounding me from behind, and each time his rock-hard cock hit bottom, my body slid across the table more.

"Your fucking cunt is getting nice and wet," he remarked.

I let the moisture of my tight cunt and my movements back to meet his thrusts serve as my reply.

Jerry fucked me from behind for several minutes, and I began to worry about his incredible cock bringing me to climax, knowing that I would displease him if I allowed that to happen.

He seemed to sense that and withdrew. His hand reached for my arm again and pulled me to a standing position.

"Turn around," he commanded.

I turned to face him, and his hands instantly rose to my shoulders as he said, "On your knees, cunt."

Now I'm not opposed to having a man call my pussy a cunt, but for him to use the term in that way was somewhat demeaning, a fact that I'd have to get used to if I were to become his perfect submissive, hot-wife.

As my knees touched the carpet, he moved one hand to the back of my head and wrapped his fingers around my ponytail.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth just like I fucked your tight cunt," he hoarsely said.

I thought about replying, but opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and waited for the inevitable.

His cock head touched my tongue, the foreskin covering his glans and corona. I felt the flesh begin to slide, and a moment later, his frenulum was resting on my moist ...

... flesh. I didn't detect his smegma taste, knowing that it was removed as he pummeled me from behind.

"Suck it cunt!" he exclaimed.

Again I felt degraded, and I said, "Master, please don't call me a cunt."

I'd spoken without his permission, and his punishment was swift and severe; his hand cracked against my cheek, not as hard as he had slapped my ass earlier, but hard enough to sting and cause my head to move aside so his cock head slipped off my tongue.

"I'll call you any fuckin' thing I want," he scolded me.

His grip on my hair tightened, and he held my head firmly as he rammed his hard cock inside my mouth. I gasped, filling my lungs, knowing that he would be embedding his cock in my throat, and I wasn't sure how long it would be until I could again breathe.

He thrust in, his cock head expanding the tight opening to my throat quicker than it had ever been stretched before, and in an instant, my throat engulfed his throbbing cock. His balls slapped against my chin, and my nose pressed into the curly patch of pubic hair above his cock.

"That's it slut," he remarked as he held my head tightly against his loins.

I wanted to suck him, pleasure his cock head and flaring corona with my tongue and lips, but with my hands bound behind me and his firm grip on my head, I could do little more than swallow to pleasure his cock with my throat muscles.

This whole submissive thing had its drawbacks. I had promised to submit to his every sexual whim, and it seemed ...