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him.
    “And this,” I took his cock in my hands, “has
never happened,” and put it in my mouth.
    His moan matched mine because I had forgotten
how good he could taste when he wasn’t forcing me. It was like when
we were first dating. The only difference was that I had way more
experience since then.
    Pushing the length of him down my throat I
eased passed my gag reflex and brought all of him in before pulling
back out again. The sides of his dick grew harder, the veins
becoming tantalizing paths my tongue wanted to explore, as I pushed
and pulled his cock out of my mouth. My moans mixed with his and I
began to fear he would cum before I could feel him in my pussy,
stretching me as wide as I could take, so I pulled back and
squeezed hard at the base.
    “Uh, uh, uh. No cumming before I get what I
want.” Reaching to the nightstand which held items that may be
needed for the bed I grabbed a leather cock ring I could snap on
nice and tight.
    Letting go, his cock went back to hard
instead of near bursting which allowed me to fit the leather band
on snuggly before snapping it closed. “There, much better. Don’t
you agree slave?”
    “Yes Mistress.” It was hard to tell if his
voice was stressed from the cock-ring or from his building need;
from what I knew of him, I would guess the later.
    Massaging his dick, still slick with my own
saliva, I watched his body arch as he moaned; turning his head to
the side, pressing it against the downy pillow. Bringing my lips
back to him I flicked the tip with my tongue as I kept my eyes on
his writhing figure. He reminded me of the women I had been with at
the sex club, clutching for something, their heads shaking back and
forth as though they were subconsciously saying “no” to their own
lust while I fingered and licked their delicate pussies.
    A deep moan left Eric as a tremor took his
legs and I had to thank myself that I remembered the cock-ring in
time. His dick was fully engorged and looked almost painful; the
head purple and swollen and ready to please my cunt.
    Straddling him I ran my pussy along his dick,
sandwiching it between us. His cock was warm, full of the need to
be released, and felt amazing against my clit. I couldn’t help but
rub against all that satiny-hard flesh—a delicious
contradiction—and gyrate my hips to grind my kernel against his
head before bringing it down the length of him stuttering at every
bump along his thick cock. As I molested his dick like it was a fat
pussy I leaned over and began sucking on his hard nipples. Eric
cried out at first then moaned as I went back and forth from nipple
to nipple; all the while I still rubbed my pussy along his dick.
When my climax built to where I could bare it no longer I stayed at
the tip and ground against it until my orgasm released, leaving me
bucking and moaning above him.
    Eric’s chest was rising with each breath,
showing he was just as affected my by dick molestation as I had
been. Unable to withstand my own need, wanting that hard throbbing
meat inside me, I extracted a rubber from the table and placed it
over him. Holding his cock in my hand I positioned myself above it,
ready to relish every inch.
    Increment by increment I pushed down onto his
rigged phallus. It had been such a long time since I had been with
a man so large that it was almost like being stretched for the
first time. A shudder ran through me as I felt him bottom out,
crushing my cervix. The walls of my pussy twitched at the feeling
of being widened; it was ready for more.
    Pulling him out slowing I leaned forward, my
arms on either side of him, and positioned his cock in me so I
could rub that fat head on my G-spot. Rolling my hips in circles I
stroked that inner spot over and again, occasionally bumping my
clit against his lower stomach. Each time both connected a pulse
would roll through me until my body felt alive with the need to
cum.
    Sitting up I increased my pace, but his
length and my own desire made it hard to