Puppeteer, Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Puppeteer, Chapter 1

... compartmentalizing the pain of the penetration into Sarah’s virgin and not-quite-ready cunt. Sarah’s cries continued, but they were quieter now, more resigned, more tearful: “No, no, no, no; not like this; what am I doing? no no no no no… ahhhh!” I started moving then: first gyrating my hips to stir the cock in me, then lifting up… and down – pumping him into me; slowly at first, but then faster and faster. My juices were flowing now; combined with the blood from my ruptured cherry his cock was sliding easily now, although Sarah’s tight pussy still gripped him firmly. Left hand braced against his shoulder, my right hand darted up to tug the minidress down, exposing Sarah’s round breasts. Her prominent nipples had stiffened, now standing almost a centimeter from her dark areole. I brought his mouth to one and groaned in pleasure as he sucked strongly, teeth nipping at my sensitive bud.

His hands were on my breasts now, squeezing and kneading, as his mouth worked over first one and then the other nipple. Between my legs he had taken over the initiative, thrusting deeply and powerfully. Before long his speed quickened, and I could feel his heat rising. He was close. His hands moved to my waist, and I could sense he was about to pull out.

How considerate; I hadn’t expected that level of responsibility.

But I wasn’t interested.

My hands fell to his wrists, and I let my weight hold me down;

“No. I want you inside.”

I nodded at his questioning look – and then ...

... smiled at his acceptance. His arms shifted around my back, pulling me close, and our mouths locked again. Inside, Sarah’s terror spiked again. Her mind told me she wasn’t on birth control. Although she had previously fallen into despairing – and uncomprehending – acceptance, now I felt a renewed, panicked, effort to assert control and stop what was coming. But it was hopeless; the puppeteer system gave me as much control as I wanted, and what I wanted was complete control of her body, yet leaving her fully aware of everything.

I knew Sarah felt my mark breathing hard into us as his pace quickened below – and then he plunged deep and we felt him spasm inside her. He withdrew and plunged deep again, three or four more times as he continued to unload into her hot tunnel. Then we rested together, our tongues now dancing a slow dance, before I rocked back and smiled back at his beaming face.

Fluids seeped from my open pussy when I lifted off his softening, but still erect cock, dripping on his member, and his crotch.

“How impolite of me; let me help you with that” I said as I backed off, spreading his legs to kneel between his knees. The minidress bunched around my waist, my bare ass offering a clear view of the semen still oozing from my pussy to drip down my legs. But my attention was on the semen coating the cock before me, and puddled in his pubic hair. Taking his cock in my mouth I worked my lips and tongue until he was clean, pausing from time to time to suck our juices ...