Alison's Religious Experience - Part Two
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Posted:Sep 3, 2018 10:54 pm
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Alison's Religious Experience - Part Two
I let Alison continue her lewd teasing of my penal slit for another five minutes before deciding to kick it up a notch. "Nicely done, Alison, now you may take the head of my cock into your mouth, you may suck it, but you must swirl your tongue all over it." I added, "And you must keep in your mind at all times that your task is to worship my cock and balls, and that giving me, your Dom, your Master, the utmost pleasure is your only goal. Perform your task well, and you shall be rewarded with all the cum you desire." Her body trembled, I knew my words had excited her, and I watched her lips slide over my cock head as she took it into the warm recesses of her mouth. She wasted no time, her tongue began to circle my bulging phallus, and she thrilled to my meaty male taste. She alternated between licking and sucking and I was pleasantly surprised at her skill, her eagerness, her complete submission to my every whim, my every command. My mind was a kaleidoscope of sensual pleasures. I loved watching her pleasure my cock. "Your bra, taking off your bra now." She heard and leaned forward slightly so I could get to the hooks. As she came closer, I arched my loins into her face. "Deeper, Alison, deeper now." As I reached behind her and fumbled with her bra hooks I felt her take my throbbing cock further into her mouth. Opening the last hook, her bra came loose and her tits tumbled out of the cups. She gave a little wiggle of her upper torso as I pulled the garment off her and she wiggled a little more, her breasts free, giving me a feast for my eyes, seeing her snowy white breasts, topped by her erect nipples. I reached down and took her breasts in my hands, reveling at the feel of the warm, firm flesh, then I captured her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and rolled them back and forth, tugging and pulling on them, and I heard her gasp and sputter, her mouth full of my cock, now wet with her saliva. My sadistic side surfaced, briefly, and I felt my fingers tighten on her nipples, pinching them until she winced. Not quite content, my fingers moved over her full breasts and I began to squeeze them until I felt the flesh oozing between my fingers. I squeezed and kneaded her to my satisfaction and to her credit she never stopped sucking me, indeed, if anything, the pain I was inflicting on her breasts served as a stimulus, spurring her on, and I could now feel the head of my cock at the back of her throat. "Alright Alison, you must concentrate on my balls now," I directed her. Reluctantly, she moved up off my cock, and the head and half of the shaft glistened in the dim light of the bedroom, glistening with her saliva. "Lift my cock so you can get to my balls," I ordered her. "Yes Sir James" she murmured, her voice husky with lust. I leaned back in the chair and she gripped my member, lifting it and exposing my balls. She began by kissing my cock, taking me by surprise, and she kissed and licked the bottom of my prick, moving down towards where the base was surrounded by my thick patch of pubic hair, and then I felt the tip of her nose as it nestled into my scrotum, between my two testicles, and then her lips as she kissed one testicle, then the other, then I felt her lips part as they opened to cradle one in her mouth, or as much as she could manage. I gasped as she sucked gently, and I felt her tongue as she licked it. She shook her head back and forth, hot and horny, and she was taking great pleasure in using her mouth on my genitals. I felt a stimulating discomfort in my balls, aching for release, and it was getting difficult to maintain my composure. Now, I thought. "Alison," I whispered in a low voice. "Yes Master?" she answered. "Now is the time, now you will suck my cock until I cum." "But I expect more from you." "This is what you must do, when I get ready to cum, I will say, NOW!" "You will immediately tilt your head back, open your mouth, and stick your tongue out as far as you can." "You will hold my cock so that the tip rests on the tip of your tongue while I cum." "After I finish, I will command you what to do next." "Do you understand?" I asked her. "Yes Master James, I understand," she answered. "Before we begin, sit on the stool, I want to take your shoes off." "Yes Master" she answered. I held out my hand and helped her up, then I sat her on the stool and she presented her right foot to me. We had talked before about my foot fetish and she had bought these slingbacks just for me. I held her foot in my hand and slowly unfastened the strap from the buckle, and then I slid the shoe off her foot. "Incredibly sexy" I thought aloud, and then the other shoe. As I tossed the shoe aside, she leaned back, smiling, and she lifted her leg and caressed my bobbing cock with her foot. "Oh God!" I gasped, and she slid her foot up and down the shaft, her other foot joining in, her toes toying with my balls. It was all I could do to just pick her up and take her to the bed and fuck her right then and there! I stood there and let her have her fun, I enjoyed the sweet sensation of her stocking-clad feet making intimate contact with my dong. The smile on her face turned into a look of determination now, and she hissed, "Please, Sir James, I want to finish my worship, please, you promised me, I can't wait any longer." I reached out to her, and she dropped her feet to the floor, and I pulled her up. I faced her and pulled her into my chest, my arms circling her waist just above the luscious curve of her ass. As I caressed her buttocks, she again hugged my neck and kissed me full on my mouth and, again, our tongues did that drunken dance. I could smell her feminine scent, the heady, musky smell of her arousal. My hand reached around to her cunt, still covered by her thong, and I felt the silky fabric, drenched with her juices. "Get on your knees, Alison." I ordered. She slid down, her hands roaming over my body as she did, kissing me, and then her mouth was on me, taking my manhood into her mouth. I reached down and pinched her nose shut and as she opened her mouth and as she gasped for breath I arched my hips into her face until my cock was fully half way in. She bobbed up and down on my organ and the warm wetness of her mouth, her frenzied tongue, racked me with unspeakable pleasure. She was making little moans of pleasure as she devoured my cock. "Mmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmm, over and over I heard the sounds of her lust. I gave little thrusts of my crotch when I wanted to feel more of myself in her mouth. I knew she couldn't take it all in but she expertly pleasured what she could. I had no complaints. I loved fucking her mouth as much as she enjoyed sucking me. I was fast approaching my orgasm. My hands gripped her hair, her cheeks, and I rocked her head back and forth, using her mouth like a pussy. My cock was tingling, I felt my balls about to explode, and I cried out, "Now!" "Now Alison!" On cue, she jerked her head back and my cock rested on her tongue, her hand gripping it and as she squeezed it I exploded, and I felt my balls as they spasmed and sent stream after stream of my hot, thick cum onto her tongue and into her mouth. I had saved up for this moment, not having an orgasm for eleven days, and I delivered my full load into Alison's eager, hungry mouth. My powerful spurts went everywhere, the first one almost completely covering her tongue, the second one splashed into the back of her throat, the third one hit the roof of her mouth and I watched it dripping down onto her tongue. Two more large spurts erupted into her mouth, over-filling it, and now cum was oozing out of her mouth and escaping around the corners and on her lips. I pulled back slightly, my cock a few inches from her mouth, and, as I had commanded, she remained kneeling, her mouth still open, waiting for my next command. "Close now, Sweet Alison, close now and taste my cum, but do not swallow, not yet." She closed her mouth and I could tell she was in a state of sub-space, savoring every drop of my cum. I reached out and caressed her cheeks with my hands, gently, and I told her, "Okay Sweet Submissive, you may swallow me now." She gulped several times before it was finally all gone. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and she licked her lips, getting the remainder. Some of it was dripping off her chin now, and as it dripped onto her chest, she took her hand and smeared it onto her nipples. She loved the feel of cum on her skin as well as the taste of mine, and she smiled, my cum had been every bit as hot, as thick, and as plentiful as I had promised her.
I pulled her up to her feet, and lead her back into the living room and we slumped onto the couch together, recovering. I held her in my arms, and as I looked into her eyes, I smiled, "More champagne, Lover?" We laughed as one, cuddling and finishing the champagne. It had been a great first meeting.
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Alison's Religious Experience - Part One
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Posted:Sep 2, 2018 5:07 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2018 11:55 am 7047 Views
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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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Alison's Double Discipline - FINALE!
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Posted:May 22, 2018 5:13 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2018 3:39 pm 4752 Views
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Alison lay on the floor in a heap. Her breaths came in gasps, she was totally spent from having her cunt and asshole fucked hard by the two Dom's, and her own earth-shattering climax was all it took to push her to the edge of total exhaustion. As she recovered, her thoughts turned to what might the Doms do to her next? She had enjoyed serving them, and she knew that they had not finished with her yet. She heard the distant sound of the showers going and she knew that they would return in any minute, to use her one last hole, saving her sweet mouth for last. She smiled, for she wanted to not only reward her Doms for all they had done to her and for her, but also to quench her thirst for cum. She had imagined what they would taste like, how it would feel to have their organs in her mouth, filling it, using her mouth like a cunt, fucking it until they came. Those thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind when they re-entered the room. Steve had a towel wrapped around his waist, James wore his towel around his neck. The towels did nothing to conceal their proudly bobbing cocks, stiff again and eager for more pleasures. Wasting no time, they stooped and picked at the buckles securing the restraints around her wrists and ankles. Freeing her from her bondage, each of them grasped an upper arm and pulled her to her feet. Half-pulling, half-guiding, they led her into the spacious living room, dimly illuminated by the waning sun's rays that were filtered through the bay window. James tossed his towel in a chair, then slowly sat down on a sensuous black futon. He looked up at Alison's face. "So beautiful," he thought, as he spread his legs. His cock was at full erection and it did not go unnoticed, the look of happy anticipation on Alison's face. "Kneel, Alison!" Steve commanded. She needed no coercion. Dropping down to her knees, she positioned herself in front of the throbbing organ. She parted her lips, licking them in anticipation, and then she lowered her mouth on it, the tip of her tongue sliding into the slit, and she tasted, for the first time, his thick cum. "Delicious" throbbed through her mind as she thrilled to the male taste of him, and then her lips slid over the phallus, sucking and licking gently at first, then with ever-increasing vigor as her sexiness, reignited, overcame her and then she began to suck and lick him voraciously. Umph! Umph! Umph! grunted from deep down in her throat as she took him deep inside her mouth, almost gagging on the length and girth of his member. James writhed on the futon, his head jerking back and forth, Alison's wanton sucking of his cock thrilling him as he'd never been thrilled before. Wet, lapping sounds filled the room as her tongue and lips wetly, lovingly, gave him pleasure as he'd never known before. He glanced down at her pretty face, contorted into a mask of sheer passion, as she devoured him. Alison was actively trying with all her might to make her Dom cum, she had never tasted his cum before and he had told her often over the Internet how good he tasted, how thick it was. She was eager for him now. She had felt him cum in her asshole, had felt Steve cum in her cunt, now she wanted to taste her James, her Dom. As if on cue, a glob of pre-cum formed in his cock-slit, and she licked it cleaned, eager for more. James fought a battle in his mind, trying as hard as he could to forestall his orgasm, but Alison was too much for him. With a grunt and a gasp he cried out, "Oh God, it's here, I'm coming!" He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face onto his cock while simultaneously arching his hips into her mouth, crushing the full weight of his loins into her face and then he exploded, spurt after spurt and spurt, his balls spasming, emptying his full load into her mouth and down her throat. She didn't spill a drop. She had anticipated this moment for months now, had masturbated many times, thinking of the day when she would surrender to him, be the final, physical, surrender to his loving domination of her. She looked up at James, saw his smiling face beaming down at hers, felt his strong hands caressing her cheeks, and then his lips as they formed the words, silently, "I love you."
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