1. Light Chocolate Candy


    Date: 11/21/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 48.5, Source: sexstories.com

    forward and begins to use her tongue to clean the remains of our sex from me. " You've never had a real man take you before, have you Shaun?" I commented lazily as she slowly cleans me. She can not answer, not with her mouth cleaning my dick, but I knew that and she suspected my question is rhetorical anyway. " Never been had by a man who knows what he wants and is prepared to take it as his right. 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, being done by a real man for once." She cannot respond, she only 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 cum and her juices and the smell and the taste turning her stomach, she did not stop. I leaned 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. I'm still not really soft, and it had to be said that the effort of cleaning me has began a new burning deep in the center of her, but instinctively ...
    she knew better than to think on that, or attempt to act upon it, despite her mouth being upon my dick. I required her to clean me, not to pleasure me, and she is too afraid to do anything other than what I expressly said. The hurt she has suffered in our sex are returning now, the bruises, the aches, the pain and she knew I can be cruel. " You enjoyed it, didn't you Shaun?" I said and this time she is grateful for the fact she cannot speak, for her cheeks burned in shame, but she can only have answered yes. " Enjoyed the experience of a real man taking you for his pleasure. It's only natural. Women exist for men's pleasure, makes sense that you get off on fulfilling my desires. You'll be begging for more soon enough." In any other circumstance, with any other man, in any other time, she would have grown angry or argued or even laughed at such a thing. Yet now she did not. Now she listens and she closes her eyes as she finishes licking the sex from me trying not to cry, yet not because of what I'm saying, but only because she can't argue. She enjoyed it, enjoyed every abuse, every hurt and at the end all she had wanted is my pleasure. As if it were normal. As if it were right. As if it were natural. " Finished yet, whore?" I mutter after a moment, sitting up and pushing her roughly away. She is glad she had all but finished, for I seem to grunt, satisfied enough, and stood up. She continues to kneel there, not facing me, still facing the bed and staring ahead of her, stunned. ...
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