CHAPTER VI
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I was awakened some time later by the squeaking of the cell door
as it opened. He told me to get on my hands and knees and crawl
out. Once out, he told me to crawl to the bathroom and make
myself presentable. I crawled over to the bathroom, but this
time he didn’t follow me in. I used the toilet and washed up,
cleaning last night’s slightly smeared make up from my face. I
wondered why he hadn’t made any sexual use of me at all, perhaps
he was homosexual, or maybe I didn’t turn him on. The thought
that I might not be attractive to him caused a strange sort of
pain to me. I wanted him to want me. I know it sounds bizarre,
but I wanted him to find me attractive and sexually stimulating.
I wanted to feel his hands and his lips on me, and to feel him
inside me. Brushing my teeth and hair, I hurried back out to
join him in front of the fire place. Now there was a small table
set out, with a coffee pot, blueberry muffins, and little
sausages on it. Without him telling me to, I knelt by his chair
and placed my head against his knee. I noticed a dish, like a
pet’s drinking bowl, in front of the fireplace, near his feet.
It seemed to be filled with coffee. He noticed my look and told
me to have a drink. Shy, embarrassed, but curious, I knelt and
holding my hair, I cautiously sipped. It was hot coffee, creamy
and sweet, just the way I like it! Astonished, I turned to face
him and he was holding out a piece of blueberry muffin. As I
started to reach for it, he told me to open my mouth. He fed me
bit by bit, blueberry muffins and little pieces of sausage,
allowing me to sip my coffee from the dish, until I had eaten a
filling breakfast. He was talking to me, telling me I was like a
pet, and that he was going to train me to be a good little pet.
He told me to stand in front of him, with my legs apart, and my
hands behind my head. He leaned forward and taking my breast in
his mouth, he sucked and licked until my nipple was standing out
hard and throbbing. Turning to the other breast, he repeated the
process, until I felt I could not stand still another instant.
He placed of his hands behind me, in my lower back, and slid the
other between my legs, as he was sucking on my breasts. His
fingers, first one, then two, then three, slid into me. I felt
my wetness and knew I was stretching open to meet his entire hand
as it slipped inside me. He stood up, keeping his hand inside
me, and as he looked down at me, quivering and arching toward
him, he asked me what I wanted. “Please make love to me,” I
begged, rubbing against his hand. He told me that wasn’t the way
to ask. He said “making love” was not what I wanted, and asked
me again what I really wanted. “I want to be fucked” I breathed.
“Please fuck me.” Chuckling, he withdrew his hand and smeared my
juices across my breasts before holding his fingers in front of
my mouth. “Lick them clean” he commanded.
“So, you want me to fuck you,” he said. “How much do you want
it?” “Very much”, I whispered; “I’ll do anything.” He reminded
me that I had already promised to do anything for him, anyway,
and that he would fuck me when he was in the mood. In the
meantime, he said, I should show him how much I wanted to please
him. Opening his robe, he pulled out his hard, thick cock, and
told me to kiss it. I knelt and with my hands still behind my
head, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. There was
a little drop of fluid on it, and I licked it off with my tongue.
He asked me if I wanted to suck it and I nodded. He told me I
could use my hands to hold it, and that if I really wanted to
suck it, I should beg nicely. I begged him to please let me suck
his beautiful cock. He said he would, but that when he came, I
would have to drink every drop and swallow it. Ifi even one drop
escaped my mouth, he would never touch me again. I promised to
be very careful and to catch all of his cum. He leaned back and
told me I could now suck and lick him. I began by kissing it up
and down, running my tongue down the base of his cock, across his
balls, and back up to the tip of his cock. Licking it, I took
the tip into my mouth and began to suck on it slowly and deeply,
caressing his balls with my hands. I was concentrating on
pleasing him and making him want me. Gradually, I noticed his
breathing was getting a bit more rapid, and he was moving his
hips to increase the depth and speed of his cock’s penetration of
my mouth. I increased my own attention to his cock, and his
hands went around my head, pushing my head up and down. Now I
was not sucking his cock – he was fucking my mouth! I was
helpless to do anything but hope that I could handle it all when
he climaxed. With almost no warning, I suddenly felt him explode
in my mouth. Swallowing rapidly, I tried not to taste it, or to
think about what was going down my throat. I just tried to keep
up with his thrusts and the fluids bursting into my mouth and
throat. Finally, he was finished. His hands relaxed from my
head, and his cock began to shrink and withdraw. I was still
licking, sucking, trying to be sure that not one drop escaped, as
he leaned back and said……..
“You’re a pretty good cocksucker.”
