Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... even though I'm not a hundred-percent certain. "You want to be my good girl."

She kisses my cock head. "I do want to be your good girl," she says, "but sometimes being a good girl is hard. Sometimes it's rough." She's probing my gaze for understanding.

I nod slowly. "A little weird with fingers in my ass, but yeah."

"I'm ready," she says. "Right away."

I raise an eyebrow. I understand the message. I just don't know if I can believe it. She takes her hand off my cock, reaches up, and grasps my wrist. I let her guide my left hand to her head, where she presses it against her skull behind her ear, then urges it down and around to get a good grip near her nape. When I slide my right hand from her cheek to her ponytail, she nods somberly, still giving my cock head teasing kisses.

Her fingers are ready to penetrate me. I understand the game: she's going to take some control away from me, and I'm going to take it back. I hunch forward and lower my voice to a whisper. "Good little girls let dickgirls use their throats like pussies. Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

She slides my cockhead past her full, pink lips. I feel her scared, submissive, muffled "Mmm-hmm" as vibrations. Her head nods, or I nod her head for her; it's impossible to say which. Her eyes glimmer with mischief as she enters through my backdoor and homes in on my giant dickgirl prostate. I groan, but then refocus. Accepting the challenge, I grip her hair and neck tighter, then make her mouth ...

... little more than a mile marker on my cock's way towards her tummy. The next groan vibrates my entire shaft, and makes it more than clear that I won the game, just like I was supposed to.

I go hard and rough; I only remove my cock from her throat twice, and never from her mouth. She hyperventilates through her nose, and near the end of the line, her eyes are rolling up into the back of her head. Her fingers were both aggressive and dexterous on my cum button, and it was amazing, but it's even hotter that she can't keep up the power or pace the whole way through, because she just doesn't have enough oxygen left.

Throughout the entire ordeal, I seethe praise; it's the contradiction she asked for. "Good girl," I tell her. "Let me fucking throat you. It's just another fuckhole for me. It's just another pussy. That's right. Learn how to be my fucktoy. Accept your place. Such a good girl. Such a good bitch."

I let my cock drive into her tightening hole on instinct; it tries desperately to bottom out. When I cum, I practically stand up. Her ponytail is wrapped around my fist, and my other hand is right next to it, pushing her whole head down onto my pulsing, throbbing, exploding rod. Her lips are at my root; her tongue is as useless as the fingers in my ass, but the feeling of it so close to my spasming ballsack gives me another shot of pure dominant gratification. Her other hand has a death grip on my quad, and I love that she's trying to push me back down onto the seat, but ...