1. Overwhelmed


    Date: 10/27/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 63.6, Source: sexstories.com

    stumbles a little from the bed, not sure what is going on. " To cl... clean you...?" she stammers, not understanding, just struggling not to fall over as she complied with my insistent pushing and found herself sitting on the floor in front of me. " You heard me," I said. " On your knees, use your tongue. Do a good job, or else I'll see you learn the proper respect the hard way, understand Ruby?" She understood now. Finding herself on her knees before me, feeling sticky and sweaty and bruised all over, her eyes drawn to that cock that had impaled her. I'm semi hard, covered liberally in her juices and my own, and it made her gag to think of licking that mixture from me. Here she is kneeling in front of me, something told her, she cannot get up and walk away now. I'm not holding her down, I'm not grabbing her hair and forcing her head towards my cock to clean me with her tongue, I lean back on my arms waiting for her to do the job I have ordered her to do. She continues kneeling there, unable to look elsewhere, and did not get up and walk away. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she shuffles closer to me, leaning a little bit forward and begins to use her tongue to clean the remains of our sex from my cock. " You've never had a real man take you before, have you Ruby?" I commented lazily as she slowly cleans me. She can not answer, not with her mouth cleaning my cock, but I know that and she suspected my question is rhetorical anyway. " Never been fucked by a man who knows what he ...
    wants and is prepared to take it. You've only had pussy-whipped little boys who don't know how to assert their masculinity. Bit of a change for you, I bet." She cannot respond, she concentrates on cleaning me, on not missing anywhere, from the insides of my thighs to my buttocks to my scrotum and penis itself. The thought of what she is tasting is dreadful to her, the smell worse, but she is afraid of what I meant when I threatened to teach her respect the hard way. Yet it is more than that, too. Somehow, she finds herself accepting in a twisted kind of way that as I wanted her to do this, then so she is doing it. I ordered this of her and that is reason enough. She licks sweat and cum, my ejaculation and her lubricating juices and for all the smell and the taste turning her stomach, she did not stop. I lean back now, letting my arms drop so that I lay back across her bed with my legs hanging down over the side of it, and she on her knees cleaning me while I laid back. I'm not soft, and it had to be said that just the effort of cleaning me so has a new burning deep in the center of her, but instinctively she knew better than to think about that, or attempt to act upon it, despite her mouth being upon my cock. I required her to clean me, not to pleasure me, and she is too afraid to do anything other than what I said. The pain she has suffered in our sex are now returning, the bruises, the aches, the pain and she knew I can be cruel. She is right to be afraid of me. " You enjoyed ...
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