His Nasty Little Pussy

Aside from the occasional shuffle, moan, or gasp from the audience, the only sound was the squishing of my fingers, punctuated by random slurps. After only a couple of minutes, Sir tensed up and grabbed my head with both hands. He held my head still and started fucking my mouth. I kind of liked it better now that I wasn’t in control. His actions turned it into a race to see who would come first.

I intensified my efforts on my clit.

Soon I was panting fiercely through my nose as he gasped above me. His balls tightened up, moving closer to his body as my body wound up so tight I thought I’d explode at any second. And then he tensed up completely, his back bowing and head rolling back as he thrust deeply into my mouth and held it. My eyes widened, realizing what was about to happen. And that first spurt filled my mouth.

“Mmm,” I moaned, swallowing an amazing amount of thick, viscous cum. The taste of it flowed over my tongue, and that pushed me over the top. “Uuuggh.”

I savored the feeling as wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure consumed my body. Sir spurted deep in my mouth again, most immediately flowing down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, and enjoyed the flavor of him intensely. And then he pulled back until just his cock head was inside me, and spurted a third time. I got the full dose of taste and feel with that one, though it wasn’t even half the amount of the first.

“Good, Chevonne, I didn’t have to tell you to swallow,” Sir said.

What was I supposed to do? Spit it on the floor? Eww.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said, sitting back on my legs and licking my lips.

“You like the taste?”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

He gave me a speculative look, almost like he was a little impressed with me. I smiled up at him. Sir shook his head, grinning. Then he waved me up.

“Stand up, Chevonne,” Sir commanded. It was a command. “Stand straight, hands clasped behind your back, chin up.”

I stood up, tottering atop my five-and-a-half-inch stilettos. I idly wondered if those heels were too much for this night, but it was too late now. So I clasped my hands behind my back and lifted my chin high. I was not surprised when Sir buckled the collar around my throat. It felt snug and strangely erotic. Hell, I felt that to my toes. It got just a little harder to breathe, but that was due to the tightness in my chest.

“I can see by your reaction you liked being collared,” Sir said, cupping my boobs and sliding his thumbs over my erect, hard nipples. He had really big, callused hands, too. They felt so hard and rough, and awesome on the smooth, delicate skin of my breasts. Something stirred deep in my lower belly, and I was unable to still my squirming. “I think you might be a natural submissive.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but it sounded like a good thing coming from him. I smiled up at Sir, giving him my best sultry smile and look. I wanted him to like me. I needed him to like me because I liked him. A lot.

“What now, mast…uh, Sir?” I said. My eyes dropped to his semi-flaccid cock, still hanging out of his jeans. “How long before you can deflower me?”

“How long I take is not your concern, Chevonne,” he said, hands rising to cup my face. “You are so beautiful. Everything about you is perfect. Especially those full lips.”

Sir lowered his face. I couldn’t breathe. As his lips neared mine, I began shaking. A deep longing filled me, and I heard a pathetic little moan escape. Hell, I thought I was going to cry.

His nose touched mine, and he paused to look deep into my eyes. Our connection was so intense I groaned, starting to rub my thighs together. I felt a tear roll down my left cheek. I tilted my head up more, pushing my lips closer to his. Sir finally tilted his head to the side and pushed down into a deep, open-mouth kiss.

I savored our first kiss. Sir was even demanding when kissing me, but I gave him everything he wanted. Gladly. The feel of his firm lips rubbing across mine sent ripples through me, and my skin goosefleshed. Soon his hot, wet tongue came probing, exploring every corner of my mouth. I returned the favor, and our tongues began an erotic tango, teasing and pleasing.

His hands dropped from my face back down to my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he fondled me, turning those ripples of pleasure into waves. My head fell back and I groaned wantonly when he rolled a nipple between two fingers and then pulled it. An erotic jolt shot straight down from my nipple to my pussy. I threw a leg around him and started humping his leg.

Sir bent me backward and lowered his face into my cleavage. I buried my fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp, as he rubbed his face all over my boobs, stopping frequently to kiss, nibble, lick, and suck on them. His lips and tongue did the most wonderful things to my amazingly sensitive nipples.

I don’t know how long were went at each other like that, but it wasn’t nearly long enough. But all good things come to an end, and Sir finally straightened up and pushed me out to arm’s length. Then he stepped back and looked me over with relish. I noticed he was holding the leash in his left hand, and he drew it taut.

“Slave,” he said, voice deep and commanding, eyes boring into my very soul. “Remove your panties.”

I almost corrected him, telling him they weren’t panties, but thongs. I caught myself just in time. Something told me he wouldn’t appreciate it. I wiggled out of my now sopping wet thongs, making a big production out of it, with lots of hip gyrations and bouncing boobs. He seemed to enjoy the show, as well as the audience.

“Throw them into the audience,” he said when I held them out to him.

I hesitated. Those were my favorite thongs. My sexiest thongs. I wore them whenever I wanted to feel sexy. But a command is a command, and sexy little slave girls had to do what they were told. So I hooked my thumb under the elastic waistband, pulled back on the other side, and shot those silky pink thongs out into the crowd. There was a scuffle as several men tried to capture them, and finally a whoop of victory. I shook my head with a big smile as that lucky man held them to his face and took a deep breath, filling himself with my scent.

“Kneel,” Sir commanded.

I dropped to my knees as sensuously as I could.

“Now sit back,” he said. I sat down, my legs tucked beneath me. “Sit on the floor, legs spread wide in front of you.”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I wasn’t sure how that would be sexy, but I complied. I was facing him, stiletto-heeled feet wide and knees bent. I leaned back, propping myself up on my arms. He had me in an open, vulnerable position that energized my body, and I began panting lightly. The way he looked at my close-cropped, bikini-waxed triangle turned me on. I loved that hungry, lusty look.

“Now lay back, and start playing with your boobs,” he said, stepping up between my legs.

My eyes locked on his cock, now fully erect and looking huge. A drop of pre-cum formed on the tip, and I so wanted to lick it off. It got harder to breathe, harder to even think. Knowing I was about to lose my virginity, about to get my cherry popped, left me a tingling mess. This was the moment I’d waited for so long.

Sir unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down around his ankles. He dropped to his knees, and then to all fours above me. First, he kissed me. Our lips and tongues toyed with each other for a long moment before he kissed his way down to my tits. He had me continue to fondle myself while he kissed, nibbled, and sucked on my boobs and nipples. It was divine.

“This is a moment you will never forget, Chevonne,” Sir said, his voice even deeper, huskier.

“I know,” I barely gasped out. My throat was so tight, heart hammering. My groin muscles were tightening, pussy throbbing with need. I lifted my hips off the floor, wishing he’d let me wrap my arms around him. “Oh, Sir, please. Take me. Make me a woman.”