Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Three - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Three

... punishment you see fit."

Having offered to allow him to punish me if I failed in my sexual promise to satisfy his every wish, he undid the final silk strap of my bondage.

I submissively remained in the spread position, awaiting his following command.

"I want you to place your head upon this pillow, Genevieve," he said as he laid the pillow between my legs at the edge of the bed.

I quickly followed his command. As my head nestled into the soft pillow, I slid my hands behind my back to pull my hair from under me and let it hang down over the bottom edge of the bed.

"Now tilt your head back, slave," he demanded.

I did as he demanded, knowing he was positioning my mouth and throat for a straightforward invasion of my oral cavity. He was about to fuck my throat, and I prepared for his assault by licking my lips and moistening them with hot saliva.

"Take my cock in your hand, slave," he commanded.

My delicate fingers surrounded his throbbing member and pulled it down, positioning the tip just outside my mouth. I hadn't been instructed to take it inside my wet mouth, but I moaned in anticipation of my master making that demand.

His hands came to rest on his hips. I studied the length of his member along the bottom of the shaft. His bulging urethra and pulsating arteries were visible to my lustful stare. His balls hung below the beautiful shaft of my master's cock. I knew in a moment, those incredible balls would be resting against my face.

"Open your ...

... mouth, slave." he finally demanded.

My lips parted, and his oral assault began. He slid the head between moist lips. I kept my lips parted widely as he pressed forward. Inch after glorious inch of his throbbing cock slid between my moist sensual lips. The head reached the entrance to my throat. I relaxed my muscles, knowing he would continue forward.

We both knew this was the perfect angle for throat fucking. I moaned deeply as his head easily slid into the hot flesh of my throat. He pressed onward; another inch disappeared between my lips another inch of my throat expanded to accept the beautiful head of my master's cock.

He groaned as I swallowed, gripping the head tight with the hot, wet flesh beyond the base of my tongue.

As he reached maximum oral penetration, his balls came to rest against my nose. I found that I was able to breathe easily in this position, and I inhaled deeply, sucking in the intoxicating scent of my master's loins, a mixed fragrance of soap, and the musty odor of his loins.

He slowly withdrew, bringing the head completely outside my slippery mouth. A trail of saliva hung from the tip back to my upper lip. It broke and landed on my cheek.

"Your throat is very wet, slave," he commented.

"You've allowed others to fuck you this way, haven't you, slave?" Bill remarked.

"I have," I admitted. "But none as deeply as you, Master William," I added, allowing him to think he'd entered virgin throat tissue.

His hips moved forward, pressing ...