1. My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 2 of 4


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    tight as Nan was, this was so much tighter. It felt as though my cock was being forced through a metal washer that was two or three sizes too small. I couldn’t believe that Nan was able to continue this for minute after minute. “Nan!” I was barely able to speak and then it was over. Nan had milked me, emptying my balls, and she hadn’t moved even a millimeter. I was amazed. She rested on top of me as I recovered, kissing my cheek and nuzzling my neck. “How on earth did you learn to do that and how can you do it for so long?” Nan giggled, “What’s the saying…practice, practice, practice? I’ve spent too much time with vegetables, but from now on I’m spending all my time taking care of you. Did you like my surprise?” “No…I loved it, but I would have liked to take care of you.” “Don’t you ever worry about that. You do a wonderful job of taking care of me. Didn’t I tell you last night about all the orgasms I’ve had with you. They’ve been wonderful and I have a feeling that they’re only going to get better and better.” She kissed me again and suggested we shower and grab a quick breakfast before going to meet with her parents around ten. We’d have to move quickly to make that appointment. I had always known that Nan was efficient, but this morning she far exceeded herself. She washed me and herself, dressed, and did her hair in less than twenty minutes. We held hands all the way to the restaurant. Half an hour later we were out the door and in the rental car. We spent a lovely ...
    weekend with Nan’s parents and Sunday evening we were back home. Over the next three weeks we must have looked at a hundred bedroom sets, finally deciding on one that included a triple dresser for Nan—“I don’t have that many clothes!”--an armoire for me, and a sleigh bed all made of exquisite Brazilian rosewood, the deciding factor being as Nan so nicely said, “Just think of what you can do to me when you have a footboard so strong to push against.” I just shook my head and laughed. I’d had the exact same thought. We had been home for about two and a half weeks when I received a phone call from Rita Marlowe. She asked if I could come by Saturday morning to see how her life had changed. I was hesitant, but did finally agree. Nan was upset when I told her about it and became actually angry when I told her she wasn’t invited. “I’m sure she has been torturing Ronny and I know how upset you get when you see stuff like that. I promise I’ll keep it short and when I return I think I should buy you something frivolous and expensive.” Saturday morning I left around 9:30, arriving at the Marlowe residence just before ten. Their home was in the best part of town and I thought the house was magnificent. It was in the French colonial style and must have had at least five bedrooms. Just the grounds would have cost at least ten years’ of my salary. I rang the bell and was surprised when a maid in a tight risqué uniform answered the door. She looked somehow familiar, but I couldn’t place her. What ...
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