by Powerone
Michael watched as she picked at the rest of her food, enjoying the way her lips curled around the spoon as she ate the dessert, his mind envisioning her lips curling around his cock. His cock throbbed when she licked her lips so sensuously, sure that she didn't do it on purpose, Michael's eyes just drawn to her mouth. Her every move seemed so erotic tonight. Michael dragged dinner out, having a cup of coffee, allowing her anticipation to grow as Keri's mind raced with thoughts of what would be required of her. Finally done tormenting her, he got up, thanking Camilla. “That will be all for tonight."
"This way,” Michael slipping a hand around her waist when she got up from her chair, he walked her towards his bedroom.
She had never seen Michael's bedroom before, Michael opening the door and it was everything she expected, if not more. The bed was the most prominent feature in the room, similar to Keri's four posters, the base of each post worn down where ropes had secured other girls spread wide. Most of the other furniture was thick wood, serving to hold a female securely with rope, long padded benches, overstuffed footstools, two large chairs with curled wood arms and backs, all of it convenient places for ropes to be secured to. Or was it only Keri's imagination or expectations that made everything look so sinister? She looked around, no sight of rope anywhere.
"Over here Keri,” leading her over to a small couch, patting the seat next to him. Michael reached for her when she sat down, pulling her close to him, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the perfume he had left in her bathroom. He looked down, his eyes taking in the hard nipples that pushed out the tight form fitting dress, his gaze falling down to the wide expanse of naked leg the short dress afforded him, his mind conjuring the image of her naked pussy which his fingers had explored just before dinner. “Turn around,” Michael pushing Keri around on the sofa until her back was to him. His fingers gripped the top of the zipper, sliding it slowly down her naked back, his head leaning forward, his lips leaving soft kisses on her back.
"MMMM.” She tried to ignore the fact that she was going to be naked in a matter of seconds, instead letting the soft kisses on her back excite her. Michael's hands pushed the dress off her shoulders, Keri's arms submissively at her side as Michael pealed the dress off her arms. Her nipples felt the rush of cool air as they were exposed, Michael's hands more urgent now, slipping the dress to her waist. She held her breath, Michael's hands curling around her naked sides, his large hands cupping her bare breasts so casually, Keri arching her back for him.
He enjoyed the silky, firm flesh of her breasts, his hands softly grasping them, enjoying the way her nipples responded, hardened pebbles that begged to be touched. His fingers slapped at the hard nipples, Keri arching her tits up higher as Michael's hands encircled the beautiful flesh. “Stand up,” Keri instantly obeying, Michael slipping the dress over her hips, the material straining as he grew impatient.
Grapping her hips, Michael mouth continued to graze over her heated flesh. “GGGGODDDD,” she moaned, Michael's hot mouth on her ass, his tongue leaving a trail of warm spit that cooled instantly from the air. Keri trembled as she felt Michael's eyes take in her naked ass. His hand slipped between her thighs, Keri obliging by spreading her legs wider as his finger slid over her pussy from behind. She trembled, feeling his hot breath on her anus, her parted legs leaving her cheeks open, her anus exposed.
"Sit back down Keri.” He watched as her naked body sat next to him. He took her hand, his fingers caressing her soft, silky skin before he placed it in his lap, his cock jerking from the touch of her delicate hand.
It felt huge beneath her hand, Keri wanting so badly to take his cock out to see it, but afraid of what Michael would think of her. Her fingers tentatively curled around the thick shaft that bulged his pants, outlining the thickness of it with her fingers. “It's so big,” she shyly murmured, unable to look away. She licked her lips as she thought of it in her mouth, splitting her lips wide. Michael's hand began to glide her fingers up and down the shaft, Keri instantly falling into a rhythm as she felt it grow beneath her touch. She felt so proud that her fingers could do such a thing to him that she boldly tightened her fingers on the shaft as Michael settled back into the couch, his hand leaving her to allow her to continue on her own.
"Very good Keri. Do you enjoy sucking cocks?"
The sudden question threw her off balance, startled by Michael's outspoken manner. She hesitated and tried to gauge her answer before she said it. “No,” her answer short and sweet. Than she decided to add to it. “I refused with my husband, but once I was forced to do it."
Michael was surprised by the answer. Keri was forced? Was she once raped? Is that where she acquired the taste for submission. “I will force you also,” Michael casually answered her. “I will guide your head, all you'll have to do is keep your lips tight and your tongue dancing over my cock.” Her hand stopped rubbing his cock. Michael motioned down to his cock, her still hand grabbing the hardened member, “Continue Keri.” He was enjoying her touch too much, but he wanted more, gazing at her naked body, her breasts gently swaying as her hand began masturbating his cock again. “Take my cock out Keri."
The time of reckoning was upon her. Once his cock was out, it would only be a matter of time before Michael expected her to take it in her mouth, a task she didn't relish. Her hands went gently to his belt, unbuckling it, feeling self conscious as she began to undress him. She undid the button, her hand grasping the zipper, sliding it down, the hiss of the zipper a deafening sound in the quiet room broken only by Michael's heavy breathing. She saw his cock jutting out the front of his shorts, briefs that could barely contain the thickness of it.
Michael helped her, his ass rising up, Keri slipping his pants down to his ankles, her body slipping to the floor so she could pull his shoes off and then slip the pants off his legs. Down on the floor in front of him, her hands glided back up his naked legs, feeling the taut muscles of his thighs. He had spread his legs for her, Keri's eyes lowered as her hands slid over the top of his shorts, moving in between his legs, she gripped the massive tool that jerked beneath the cotton shorts. She used two hands to stroke it again, the thick cock standing up now that his pants were no longer confining it. She could feel it grow beneath her touch. She looked up, Michael enjoying her hand, but his eyes told her that he wanted more. She slipped her hands into his shorts, to find the hot flesh of his cock, both of her hands circling the thick cock.
Michael struggled to contain his lust, her small fingers encircling his naked cock almost making him cum. Her soft hands cradled his cock so affectionately, now that his shorts were pushed out of the way as her hand slid up and down his shaft. “Take off my shorts.” He raised up his ass again, Keri sliding his shorts down his legs, Michael kicking them away. He spread his legs wider, giving Keri unfettered access to his balls and cock. “Continue Keri. Stroke my cock. Show me how well you can pleasure me.” He softly said, watching her reaction and every move. Without removing her hands from his cock, she climbed back up on the couch and curled up next to him.
Keri felt like a sex slave, naked on the couch, her hands between Michael's legs, wrapped tight around his throbbing member. She looked at it, finally able to see what had haunted her dreams ever since she first arrived. She couldn't believe her eyes, it was magnificent. It had to be over eight inches long, she thought, mentally measuring it as her fingers slid up and down the shaft gently. The thick helmet was a darker color, almost red, a little bit of cum already glistening from the hole in the center. Her fingers traced around the thick ridge, feeling Michael's cock jump in her hand when her fingernails gently grazed under the ridge. She ran her hand down the shaft, her other hand cupping his balls so gently as if she were afraid of breaking something. His balls were so heavy, squeezing lightly with her fingers until she could make out the unmistakable balls that floated mysteriously in the ball sack. She squeezed one gently, a moan escaped from Michael's lips, her other hand stroking gently up and down the shaft. She licked her lips as her hand glided up and do
wn, her fingers tightening as they passed over the head. God, she loved feeling the flesh beneath her fingers jerk and jump from her soft touch.
Michael was enjoying the pleasure Keri gave him, her hands dancing over his cock, his balls squeezed gently, the pleasure mounting. He looked at her, her naked body curled next to him, her head only inches from his cock. He wasn't sure if it he was imagining it or not, but he could almost feel her hot breath on his cock. “Kneel between my legs,” he ordered her, watching as she complied so obediently, her naked body pressed against him. He could feel one hard nipple pressed against the side of his leg. “Cup your tits around my cock.” He wanted a tittie fuck from her.
Keri moved off the couch to kneel between his legs. She wasn't sure what he wanted, but she tried to comply, scooting forward, her hands placing his throbbing cock between her breasts, her hands gripping each side of her breasts and curling them around the throbbing member. Tentatively, her body began to rock up and down, his cock nestled between her full orbs. God, her nipples sprung to life, his cock rubbing between her breasts exciting something in her that she couldn't control. She looked down, the head of his cock popping out between her breasts pillowed around it. She felt so used, forced to degrade herself, her proud breasts used to masturbate his cock. It excited and confused her, Keri unable to comprehend her own body. The more Michael used and abused her, the more she desired him. What would he turn her into? He had said that she would be taught to pleasure men. Would he force her to sexually service other men? While he watched? Just the thought of it sent shivers through her body. She began to slide her body up and down his cock, feeling the hot flesh of his cock rubbing in her cleavage, her hard nipples tingling when they touched his cock. She looked down, the head of his cock only inches from her mouth. Up and down, his cock pushed tightly between her breasts.
God, her tits felt so good wrapped around his cock, but he wanted more. “Your pussy. Rub your pussy on my cock. Just don't put it in you. You're not worthy of that yet."
She looked at him as she rose up from the floor onto her knees and pushed her lower body against him. He had arched his back, his hips thrust out, his hard cock waiting for the touch of her pussy. She spread her legs slightly, pushing forward until she groaned in pleasure, his hot cock feeling as if it would burn her flesh when it touch her pussy. She couldn't believe how wet she was, her juices coating his cock as her pussy lips grasped the thick meat between them. “OHHHHHH,” Keri moaned breathlessly unable to contain her lust when the head of his cock rubbed over her clit. She began to hump Michael like a bitch in heat, not caring how it looked, only concerned with the pleasure it brought between her legs. Her hips moved up and down, her orgasm fast approaching, lost in her own pleasure.
His cock was wet with her juices, her pussy lips grasping his cock as she slid up and down his shaft. She was getting overly excited, sure that she would cum if he didn't stop her soon. “Kneel between my legs again,” Michael's hands pushed her back down, the look of unfulfilled lust on her face. His hands slid down until they touched her silky cheeks, holding her head up, the look in her eyes priceless as she realized what she would have to do.
His hands tightened around her head, pulling her towards his crotch, her hands holding his cock. Michael was adamant, Keri finding her mouth only inches from the thick, throbbing cock. He pulled her closer and down, his hot cock touching her lips, feeling as if it scalded her skin. He moved her head back and forth, his cock dragged across her lips, painting them with a coat of wet cum as if it were lipstick, Keri struggling to keep her tongue in her mouth, not wanting the taste of the salty cum hitting her taste buds. She didn't like the taste of cum, or more to the point, she didn't like the texture, thick and pasty. Just a tiny drop would coat her mouth with the salty taste. His hot cock jerked in pleasure as it rubbed on her lips.
Michael almost came in pleasure, her hot breath exciting him almost beyond control, the thought of what the inside of her mouth would bring making his balls tingle in pleasure. “Stick your tongue out,” Michael ordered her, seeing her eyes pleading with him. “NOW!” The harsh command was all that was needed, her fists clenched at her side as if she were bound and being forced against her will. Her mouth opened and her pink tongue hesitantly poked out. “Good girl,” Michael's hands coaxed her head like a trained animal. He pushed with his hips, the head of his cock slid over her wet tongue, jerking in excitement as her mouth ovaled wide, ready to accept his cock.
It felt strange as Michael's cock slid over her tongue, Keri unable to stop him from having his way with her mouth. Her hands were pressed to her side as if she were bound, unable or unwilling to stop Michael's cock from entering her mouth. In spite of her revulsion, her pussy was soaking wet, her thighs clenched tightly together, ashamed at her body's reaction to this cruel perversion. His hips were moving back and forth, his cock rasping over her outstretched tongue, the bite of his cum touching her taste buds, her mouth salivating with the salty taste of cum. And that was just a few drops in her mouth, what would happen when he came? She was sure that she would be forced to take it all when he finally did cum. She didn't have time to comprehend it any further, Michael became restless.
"Open your mouth wider Keri.” Her mouth opened wide, his cock jerked in pleasure as he looked at her lovely face, his cock only inches from the sweet mouth that would suck him dry. He slid his hips forward, the head of his cock sliding through her lips, her mouth opened wider to accept the bulbous head.
She didn't have any choice, Michael's hands digging deeper into the side of her head, Keri opening her mouth wide. His cock began to slide over her lips, Keri surprised by its thickness, her mouth forced open wider, lips split as she accepted the impalement of her mouth by his cock. While he held her firmly, he was surprisingly gentle, not pushing his cock too deep in her mouth or too fast, letting her get used to it. She felt his hot flesh fill her mouth, the ridge on the head of his cock slipped through her lips. God, it felt huge in her tiny mouth and she only had the head. How much would Michael make her take? Would he try to push it down her throat like Brad did, enjoying her choking and gagging? She had this deep desire to please Michael, her tongue tentatively moved in her mouth, finding the end of his cock. She felt the bulbous head jerk when her tongue touched it, producing a gasp from Michael. She touched it again, tasting the slick cum that dripped out. God, how could her tongue bring so much pleasure? Keri became bolder, her tongue licked back and forth over the head of his cock, feeling it jerk and move from her touch.
"Yes, good girl, Keri.” He loosened his grip on her head as she began to eagerly participate as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. He held his hips still, fighting the urge to thrust his cock deep in her throat. Her tongue began to swipe back and forth over the head of his cock, even seeking out the ridge just inside her lips, her tongue tracing around the crown, bringing such joy to his balls. He felt his cum leaking out, his sphincter tightening, fighting the urge to cum.
She felt a rush of cum fill her mouth, a surprised look on her face. Had she made him cum already? But it was still hard. The thick crème assailed her taste buds, Keri gulping as she tried to swallow his cum, feeling it move so slowly down into her stomach. Even after swallowing, her mouth was still filled with the salty taste, Keri unable to rid her mouth of it. She felt Michael's hands tighten on her head, his hips began to move, her head held still while his cock began to saw back and forth between her tightly clenched lips. She opened her mouth wider as Michael slid his cock into the hot confines of her mouth, closing them tight as the thick shaft moved in. She tightened her lips when he pulled his cock out, his hips drawing it out slowly, her tongue dancing over the head as it stretched her lips wide. It was so big, filling her mouth to overflowing, Michael pulling her head back and forth, his hips driving his cock in and out of her mouth rhythmically. His hands pushed her head down, Keri forced to take more and more of the massive weapon in her mouth, her tongue hoping to please him before he shoved it down her throat.
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Michael couldn't believe how submissive she had become. In spite of her revulsion at the oral act, she willingly submitted to the impalement of her mouth by his cock. Michael reveled in the submissive look on her face as her head moved up and down on his cock. Her lips would open wide when he pressed his cock into her mouth, closing on the shaft as he reluctantly dragged it out, her lips making his cock feel like it was in a vice. Her tongue brought such waves of ecstasy to his cock, as it raced back and forth over the head as he pulled it out. “YYYYYEEESS,” Michael moaning in pleasure. It was so sexy when he pulled his cock from her mouth, her lips closing, swallowing hard. When he pressed his cock against her tightly closed lips, expecting a fight, she willingly opened her lips wide, Michael quickly pressing his cock back into her willing mouth. He pulled her face down on his cock, pressing deeper into her mouth, his cock pushing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth as he forged in deeper. He pulled her off, her lips dragging over the shaft like a tight rubber band, his hips driving it slowly back in again.
She hated what was being done to her, forced to suck Michael's cock, but she couldn't deny the throbbing in her loins. To get her mind off of the thick cock punishing her mouth, she slid her hands over her stomach, one finger slipping between her legs to push apart her pussy lips and press against her wet inner lips. The delicious sensations making her moan deeply on his cock. “MMMMM,” her tongue vibrated along his cock as she began to masturbate in rhythm with her tongue lapping at his hard member. Her mind imaged a tongue between her pussy lips, licking his cock with abandon.
Michael noticed her masturbation, seeing her hips rock back and forth, sure that her fingers were between her legs. “Yes, take it deeper Keri,” feeling her body tighten as he pushed her head deeper onto his cock, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth. He pulled out, her cheeks pulled in as she sucked on his cock, the suction an obvious attempt to please him. He pushed her head down harder, impaling her onto his cock once again until his cockhead hit against the back of her mouth. He stopped, feeling her body tense as he held her, his cock at the breach of her throat. Holding her head, he pressed on, feeling her throat forced open, the thick head of his cock compressed into the tiny hole as she struggled to stop the impalement of her throat by his cock. He held her tight as he fitted her throat over the head of his cock, the gurgling noise coming from her only adding to his pleasure.
