1. Midnight at the oasis, A submissive oral adventure


    Date: 12/2/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: Michael_m57, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    It’s midnight in a dark and silent parking lot, with a single car, mine, parked near the back edge. A second car, yours, enters slowly but purposefully and takes an adjoining position. You turn off your engine, and now there is silence. I open my door. You open your door. Your feet touch the ground, quietly. You glance towards me, but it's dark, nothing to be seen. You stride --not too fast, not too slow-- to the open door. I have placed a blanket there on the ground. You find yourself looking away as you drop to your knees. Words (from you) are prohibited. My hand goes into your hair. I pull your head forcefully to look at me. My eyes lock with yours. Your eyes smolder. My eyes demand. Your eyes willingly acquiesce. My zipper already open, your hand starts to reach for my crotch. I take your hand and powerfully pull it behind your back. You realize what is desired, and your other hand joins it there, so that I have full control over the situation. I release my throbbing instrument and you are a bit surprised at the length and you wonder if it will be well accommodated by your efforts. You are well aware that accommodated or not, it will be forced in, and that you won’t resist one bit. In fact, you will savor the roughness and energy and force and thrusts and demands that it will make on you. Both hands are in your hair now, grasping your head very powerfully, pinning you in place by handles formed by your hair. I place the tip of my cock against your cheek, you feel the ...
    heat of it, you feel the droplet of precum on the tip dragging out a trail of wetness where it passes. The power of it against your skin makes you shiver. Your mouth opens automatically, naturally, yearning, wanting, desiring, needing to be used in this way. I pull your head back rather harshly and look into your eyes and say “ No. Not until I say so, understood?” You remember again, fortunately, that words are prohibited. You nod silently, still holding your mouth open in a begging sort of invitation for me to take out my passions in its warm wet recesses. I take just a moment to roughly pull your top open and your breasts spill out, completely exposed to the warm night air. Now I return to your usage. I bring the engorged cock head back to your face and drag the wet tip across your lips, as your need to suck and slurp and envelop and eventually swallow flares ever greater inside. The deep, powerful craving inside you builds to the point where it is expressed in the form of several whimpering moans. “You need that cock in your mouth, don’t you ?” I say rather quietly, but still forcefully. Again you nod, again you whimper, and now your lips are feeling the heat and touch of my dick head. Your emotions are running wild inside, and you literally start to cry, your desire is so powerful. I smile to see the tears slowly running down your cheeks, and the sounds of your whimpering sobs please me greatly. Your eyes are closed now, unable to bear the disappointment of not having me in ...
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