Archives for 23 November 2007
Make the slave cum
Soon, with all the heavenly attention, my cock came
back to life. It was rock solid in less than a minute. Kathy
keep slurping loud enough so I could hear, something she
normally does not do. Her tongue was torture on the head of
my cock. It traced firm circles from the base of the head,
slowly like a corkscrew to the tip, taking time to lick all
the pre-cum, and then back down to the starting point. She
continued this treatment until I was moments from orgasm.
Then, suddenly, she stopped. The frustration got the better
of me and I moaned and sighed.
Kathy raised an eyebrow to that, “So, do you disagree
with the way I am treating my slave?” She giggled.
I chose to play safe and not let any sounds escape
my mouth. I lay on the bed for quite some time, and once again
became soft. “I want my slave to last when I fuck him. So,
we will make him cum. We just can’t have him cumming before I
do.” Again, she giggled.
This time, she didn’t use oral sex to tease me. She
got down to business and used her wonderful hands. One of her
hands grabbed my balls, and she gently began to caress them.
With her other hand, she used a few fingers to dance around the
skin of my cock until slowly it began to grow to its full length.
As she continued to caress my balls with her hand, she began
to stroke my cock. She started low on the base of my cock and
worked her hand up to the head, then back down. She knew my
pace and rhythm. Slowly, she picked up the pace, pumping her
small, soft hand up and down my shaft. Soon, I found myself
arching my back. Kathy picked up her pace and pumped faster
and faster. She fondled my balls more vigorously, sometimes
squeezing gently, and pulling firmly toward the mattress.
Within a few seconds, my cum was shooting up and all over her
hand.