The Journey of Mrs. Small - Sex Stories

The Journey of Mrs. Small

... bottom but Jack grabbed the rope between her wrists and lifted them away. “That will be an extra one.” he told her. The full seven strokes took about five minutes to administer. She was sobbing at the end and he helped her up and comforted her. He knew that it was a cathartic experience. The sobbing was a release of pent up emotions. As sore and painful as it was, they always felt better at the end of it. His hand dropped from her waist, as he comforted her, to her groin. His fingers quickly found the wetness between her thighs. Her legs parted slightly allowing him to gain more access. He lowered his head and kissed her. “You know what I want now, don’t you?” She nodded. “Tell me.” “You want a fuck,” she said. “You want to fuck me.” He wondered how many times she had used that word before. He guessed that it wouldn’t have been many. For a vicar’s wife to use the word fuck would be a blasphemous sin. He tossed the cane on the bed and stepped back and reached for his belt. Her eyes remained fixed on his groin as he slowly undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. He wondered how many other men she had watched remove their trousers as he pushed them down. He also wondered how many cocks she had seen as he pushed down his boxers. He wondered too how many times she had taken cock in her mouth. She seemed to know what he wanted as he put his hands on her shoulders and guided her down to her knees but she seemed very hesitant to take him in her mouth. He gripped the back of her ...

... head and pushed forward. “Open wide,” he told her. She obeyed but he could tell that all this was something new to her. “That’s a good girl,” he told her, “it’s always good to show a man how much you appreciate his cock.” Jack moved his hips gently back and forth as he gripped the back of her head, getting her used to the feel of his cock in her mouth. “Good girl,” he told her. After a few minutes he stopped her and pulled her head so that her lips were touching his testicles. “Kiss them,” he told her. She looked up at him and obeyed. “Good girl,” he told her. He looked down at her as she kissed him fervently. He wondered just how long she had so wanted to please a man this way. He stroked her hair again and thanked her. “That’s very good,” he told her. She looked up at him adoringly. He smiled and then turned around. Reaching behind, he gripped the back of head and pulled her face against his bottom. She remained still for a few moments. He didn’t rush her. He just held her there letting it sink in just what he expected from her. He began to feel her kisses on his bottom; her soft lips exciting him. It was then he moved her face closer to where he wanted her to go. “There’s a good girl,” he told her. “Use your tongue.” There were a few moments of hesitancy and then he felt her tongue beginning to probe him. “That’s nice, my lovely little slut,” he told her. “There’s nothing like a good rimming before a fuck.” Her tongue probed deeper. He enjoyed her for a few minutes and then ...