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Alison's Religious Experience - Part One Alison's Religious Experience - Part One I was at my computer, researching something, when my driveway alert beeped. Glancing up, I saw on my video monitor a dark blue vintage 1944 Porsche that I immediately recognized as belonging to my friend in Richmond, Alison. She had slipped away for the day on the subterfuge of having to attend a teacher's workshop and had driven to Durham to spend some time with me. I had often intrigued her with my experiences of "cock worship" and she wanted to be trained to do that. As I told her, "Anyone can merely suck a cock, but to pay homage to your Dom you need to WORSHIP his cock." I watched on the monitor and I saw her get out of her car, and to my delight she had dressed exactly as I told her; white blouse, black skirt, black stockings and slingbacks. She was quite lovely. I rose and reached for the door knob just as she rang the doorbell. Opening the door, we both smiled and as she stepped inside, we found each other in our arms. As my arms encircled her waist, her's reached around my neck and our lips locked in a passionate kiss, our tongues swirling around in our mouths. I felt her firm breasts press into my chest and then she ground her crotch against mine and I felt my cock begin to stiffen. "How was your trip?" I asked. Smiling, she replied, "I thought I'd never get here, I had to set my cruise control so I wouldn't get a ticket, I couldn't wait to be with you." Laughing, I told her, "Please, have a seat on the sofa there, let me make you a drink." "Do you have champagne?" she asked. "For you?" "Certainly I do!" Still laughing, I opened the little refrigerator on my bar and produced a bottle of Cooks Brut Champagne. Popping the cork, I filled two of my Michie Tavern champagne flutes that I only used for special occasions. I turned and saw her sitting on my sofa, smiling still, and now with her legs crossed. She knew that excited me and I could not help but notice her eyes moving down from my own, down to my crotch, where my cock was continuing to stiffen. As I handed her the champagne, I noticed that she was licking her lips. I knew she wanted to suck me. Advancing age can have it's blessings, self-control being one of them, as I wanted to fuck her right then and there but I controlled my animal lust. Slipping next to her on the sofa, I held up my glass in a toast, "Here's to us and all good things." We clinked our glasses and she said, "I'll drink to that." We sat there, my arm around her shoulders, and I looked at her as we sipped our champagne. Looking into each others eyes, I remarked, "A person I once loved told me that the eyes are windows into the soul...............I believe that." Alison nodded in agreement, "James, I love your eyes. I love the blueness, the knowing of them, the fire, how you look at me with them." She was pushing all the right buttons. I could feel my heart begin to race, my fertile imagination racing, anticipating the pleasures to come. My hand slipped to the back of her neck and my finger tips gently stroked the soft skin and I heard her gasp. She was warming up nicely. "Refill?" I asked. "Please," she said. "You are the perfect host," I heard her say as I knelt once more to the chilled champagne to refill our glasses. I heard movement behind me, the familiar sound of a zipper and the swishing of silky fabric and I knew she was undressing. I took my time filling our glasses, and by the time I stood up and turned, Alison was standing there before me, stripped to her underwear and heels. Her breasts were full and pendulous and filled her bra cups nicely, the flimsy black silk struggling to keep them contained. Her legs were graced by a stunning pair of thigh-high lace stockings, black, of course, a lacy black thong adorned her loins and did little to conceal the lush bushiness of her pussy. An incredibly sexy pair of four inch slingbacks completed the ensemble. I approached her slowly, my balls aching, and as I handed her the champagne she hissed through her teeth, "James, Sir, please, let me undress you now." Nodding in silent agreement I stood there, waiting. Taking a sip of her champagne, she set her glass down, and began to strip me. Her hands raced over my silk shirt, attacking the buttons, in seconds she unfastened the last one, and she practically tore the shirt off my torso. Then the trousers. I kicked off my shoes as she fumbled with my belt, then the single button, and finally she tugged on the zipper, experiencing some difficulty as she slid it over my cock, straining to be freed. She reached into my waistband and yanked my pants to the floor and I stepped out of them. Her eyes were totally focused on the sight of my cock, pushing tightly against my briefs, and then she attacked the last obstacle to her lust, ripping them from around my hips and then, finally released, my cock sprang up and outwards to her delight. "Oh James, oh Master, oh, I want it, I want it so bad, p-l-e-a-s-e, give it to me now!" "Alison!" I forced myself to command, "you will be rewarded for your enthusiasm, I promise you, but only if you learn my instructions, to learn how to worship my cock!" "Yes Sir James, forgive me, I await your commands," she stuttered. Reaching down to her, I took her hand in mine and tenderly helped her up. I lead her to my guest bedroom where I had a special antique wing-back chair, handed down through the decades from my family. I settled into the chair, spreading my legs to give her total access to my cock. "Alison, my sweet submissive, kneel before me." She obeyed instantly, dropping to her knees, positioning herself just so, her face only inches from my throbbing ten inches of manhood. "Now, Alison, listen closely.........." She looked up at me, intent on every word, eager to begin. "Take your right hand and hold my cock mid-shaft, hold it up to your mouth but don't make contact, not yet." I felt her hand as it slid over my aching prick, her fingers gripping it, and she lifted it slightly, eager for the next command. I looked down at her and saw her eyes glazed over in passion, she was staring at my scrotum, the two testicles inside were full, painfully so, aching for release, the skin of my scrotum was stretched taught with the burden. "Alison, now, I want you to kiss the head of my cock, kiss it right on the very tip, right there on the slit." "Kiss it gently," I added, "No more, no less." As I watched her pretty face, hovering over my bobbing cock, I smiled, feeling her moist, full lips as they lovingly kissed me. She kissed it once, then looked up at me, waiting for the next instruction. "Again," I ordered. "Continue to kiss the head, kiss it all over, kiss the tip, the top, the sides, lift my cock up and kiss the bottom, then run the tip of your tongue around the edges." She needed no urging, kissing my prick before I had even finished the sentence. I stifled a groan as she used her lips skillfully, and I knew immediately that she was actually getting into the worshiping of my cock. The skin of my phallus was on fire, her tongue and lips sending thrill after thrill surging through it. Occasionally, she would slip the tip of her tongue into the slit and my grunts betrayed my building passions. I couldn't wait to cum in her mouth! Damn! I relaxed again, took a deep, slow breath, and let it out slowly, allowing her to continue to work me up. "Okay Alison, next I want you to take the tips of your fingers, place them on the head of my cock on both sides of my slit, and open it." Continuing to obey my commands, she deftly pulled the slit open, slowly, revealing the pink, wet flesh inside. "Lick it," I ordered, "Bottom to top." I felt her tongue enter my cock, and although only able to get barely more than a half inch inside me, there was enough wet abrasiveness to her tongue to drive me up the wall. The room was filled with the sounds of wanton lust, Alison's moist lips and tongue making little wet sounds as she continued to worship my cock, and my grunts and gasps as she pleasured me. |
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9/2/2018 6:53 pm |
OMG Doc You have such a way of writing that drives me wild. I need to suck it please I need to taste your cum xo A.
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