Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Three - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Three

... his throbbing cock into me once again. My throat, accustomed to the size of his head, quickly expanded to accept his quicker advance. I could feel the bulge his cock head caused as it moved deeper inside my soft, moist throat. I knew he could watch that bulge move from the outside, also.

His hands moved from his hips to slide along the sides of my neck with his thumbs stretched over the top. I felt him press the skin down ever so slightly as if he would choke me. He didn't press hard enough to cause me any pain or concern that he was going to choke off the life-sustaining oxygen to my lungs. Instead, he just let his thumbs rest there as he began a quick series of short withdrawals and thrusts. His thumbs pressed the moist tissue of my throat firmer against the corona of his cock head as he fucked me.

I moaned deeply as the additional pressure caused my throat to begin tingling. His balls slapped against my nose and face. I love the feeling of being throat fucked. Almost as much as having cock stuffed inside my cunt. There is something highly erotic about giving yourself to a lover in this way, having your saliva escape and run down over your face to moisten your hair.

Before my transformation, I felt that oral sex was something a woman was required to perform to be considered a good lover. But in the last several days, I've discovered it is something to be revealed. Being pleasured orally and giving oral pleasure would be a sexual activity I would experience with ...

... all my future lovers.

Bill's hands slid from my neck as he withdrew again, another trail of salvia dripping from his cock across my face. His hand slid down to my tits; as he thrust into my throat again, he began massaging the fleshy orbs of my tits. His hands didn't concentrate on just my nipples; they explored every part of my tits, softly caressing them for a moment and then becoming more aggressive as they squeezed the flesh. He paid as much attention to the whole tit as he did the hard little nubs of my erect nipples.

I moaned in the pleasure of his touch and the feeling of having his manhood stuffed down my throat. He leaned forward, reaching one hand to my pussy. His middle finger, finding the throbbing erect clitoris, rubbed it roughly, sending me into a sexual shudder that expanded outward from my loins.

His finger slid inside to find my pussy pulsating and soaking wet. A second finger joined the first. My pussy twitched under his sensual probing. Leaning this far forward, he was barely able to withdraw his beautiful cock more than an inch or two from my throat. I slid my hands to my neck and massaged the head of his cock through the skin as he had done with his own hands earlier.

He groaned deeply as my fingers pressed the hot flesh of my throat against the corona across the top of his cock head.

"Your pussy is wetter than your throat, slave," he said.

I could only moan in agreement.

"Do you want your master to fuck this hot, wet pussy?" he ...