5 comments/ 66310 views/ 20 favorites Lady Owns Me By: lapitup Editor's note: To understand the nature of this relationship, please read Lisa and I chapters 1, 2 and 3. Without that background, this will be tough to follow. Though those stories were written before Susan and I had met, they became a driving force behind our relationship. Early in our relationship, I revealed the stories I had written on Literotica to Susan. She took an immediate liking to them - more than a liking, actually. They opened her eyes to a world she thought she would never consider, a world that was nearly the polar opposite of what she knew. The stories turned her on to the point where she wanted to become the woman in my published stories. What's odd about this is that the following is a true story that came to be because of fictional stories I wrote here. A warning for those who can't resist negative comments. If you are turned off by cum play and other fetishes, please go to the vanilla section of the site. You've been warned. As always, your comments and emails are always deeply appreciated. Sometimes they inspire me to write more. Without further ado... What was I thinking? Why did I let her go? Let me start from the beginning. I met Susan several years ago and we happened to click from the very start. She was different than girls I had dated in the past. In many ways, she was a little more reserved - at least on the outside. As I would find out later, her true self was anything but reserved. Our relationship was stranger than any I've had in my lifetime. Sexually, she was a perfect match for me. She was seductive, sensual, imaginative and confident. Her mind and thoughts had a way of reducing me to babbling idiot. Outside of the bedroom, we really did not know alot about each other. Her everyday life was very mysterious and she was secretive about her past. I was eager to learn of it all, but I was never able to learn the full truth. I was an open book with her, but it was never really reciprocal. That scared me, but it also excited me to the point where I couldn't get enough. She knew she had this overwhelming power over me, one I've never felt with a woman before. I had previously considered myself to be pretty smack dab in the middle of dominant and submissive. I knew I had a little bit of a dominant streak, but I also realized I had a tiny bit of submissiveness in me. But not to the depths that Susan revealed. Susan had considered herself to be submissive in nature, but she was starting to explore, and immensely enjoy, the dominant streak in her. She welcomed it and adapted with amazing ease. She understood me; she knew I was more drawn to a gentle, loving, seductive dominant as opposed to a harsh, demanding, pain- inflicting type. It took her no time at all to naturally morph into the exact sexual being that I always wanted. Our fantasies were ignited by the stories, but they were molded through conversations. Without having laid a finger on one another, through detailed conversations, we started down a kinky road with an unknown end. She was able to take the reins and in time, perfectly orchestrate the scenarios - a scenario she wanted and would readily admit... the same scenarios which I wanted, but was afraid to admit. On to our first meeting... We were supposed to meet at a much earlier time, but she was unavailable. The reasons for her tardiness were confusing and left me skeptical about everything about her. There was no cut and dry answers, just excuses that made no sense. She was hiding something and I knew it. Or was she just playing games with me? I was in a dazed confusion, but she looked so beautiful and sultry, even if she did have a disheveled look about her. I was conflicted between common sense and a raging hard on. Suffice it to say, my hormones won the battle. We embraced and our tongues intertwined as we both succumbed to the passion that had mounted over the months. Within an hour of meeting for the first time, we ended up back at my house in the bedroom. We continued to kissing and caressing on my bed. I just couldn't get enough of her. She left me panting for more. The action was hot and heavy and just a few seconds away from the removal of our clothing. That's when Susan stared me in the eyes and stated that she'd be back in a couple of minutes, that she wasn't to freshen up. Now, I knew she wasn't on her period, because that was discussed before we met. With my cock ready to split the skin, I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "I want you just the way you are, Susan." She got a twinkle in her eye and cooed, "that's what I was hoping you would say baby." She slowly unbuttoned her top, all the while staring at me with the slightest of smiles, almost Mona Lisa-like. I couldn't wait to see her. As I laid back on the bed, I quickly removed my shirt, pants and underwear. I always leave my socks on. With my cock sticking up like a flagpole, she removed her blouse and revealed her hard nipples. What I saw next kind of surprised me. There were some barely detectable markings on her breasts. Slight bruises, nothing major. But I was too horny to give it much more thought. I moved to her as she took my head in her hands, feeding me her rock hard nipples. I moaned as I teased them, gently biting and licking. Her breaths increased as I continued to play with them. With her hands moving from my head to her waist, she removed her skirt to reveal her white cotton panties. She leaned back and stared at me with that same little smile and gauged my reaction as she spread her legs to reveal the crotch. "Are you sure you don't want me to go clean up, Joey?", she asked. In my adult life, I had always gone by Joe. But when Susan was feeling naughty, she called me Joey. I loved hearing her say that. The question just aroused me even more. The mystique of where she had been and what she had done, if anything, was driving me crazy. If she had been slutty before we just an hour before, could I actually go through with this? Surely we were going to take these fantasies slowly and tease another along the way. It's not the type of thing you just jump into, or is it? Nah, no way, she's just playing the game and playing it well I kept telling myself. But what if this is real? I was conflicted, but more turned on then I've ever been. With that, I started kissing her stomach while my hands grabbed her hips. I gently lowered the waistband of her panties. I could feel the heat and moisture as I slowly lowered them. My tongue trailed town her stomach and over to her hips. It was so hard to restrain myself from diving right into the pot of gold, but I wanted her to shiver with anticipation as I was. She put her hand ever so lovingly on top of my head as she moaned deeply. With a gentle nudge, she pushed me downwards. With her panties now along her ankles, I moved downward. Her aroma filled the air and make my cock drip precum. "Do it honey, I know you want it, you know I want it," she whispered. "Look at me. Tell me how much you want it." I finally gazed upon her damp pussy, so open, so inviting, just begging for my tongue. With one hand, she reached down and parted her slick lips, showing me deep inside. "Oh God, Susan, I need to taste you, you look delicious," I said. My hands reached under her to cup her ass checks and expose her even more. "Yesssssssssss," she whispered. "Lick it all." It was too difficult to go slowly. I dove in a lapped between her folds, savoring the wetness that flowed. The more conflicted I felt, the more eagerly I licked. My tongue pressed deep inside her which made her gasp as she pressed her pelvis into my face in an effort to get as much as she could. "Yes honey, eat me. Taste it all," she said. "Do you like the way I taste?" With that, I took a momentary break to look up at her, my face flushed and glazed with juices. Without saying a word, she could tell how much I was enjoying this. She licked her lips as she pressed my head back down. I gave little nibbles to her thighs, which I now noticed had similar markings to the ones on her breasts. Even though I couldn't be sure, I just knew that she had been recently used. She gyrated her hips as my tongue entered her sweet passage. With slow thrusts, I gently tonguefucked her wet hole. She moaned in ecstacy as I lapped up every drop of juice. I was on the brink of splattering all over myself - actually, I had been in that state for quite some time. The wetness flowed as my tongue gingerly danced over her engorged clit. I was going to drive this woman as crazy as she had driven me. Subtle swipes of my tongue over her button had her knees wobbling and toes starting to curl. Taking her clit between my lips and massaging it with my tongue, she exploded into an orgasm that lasted nearly a minute. After her heavy breaths subsided, she looked at me with a face of pure adoration. But she wanted - no, she needed more. She reached down and ran her hand over her pussy, massaging the outer lips. She was so open. Then she told me that I wasn't finished yet. She rolled over first to her side, then on her stomach. She propped herself on her forearms and elbows, elevating her luscious ass. With me staring at her globes, she reached back and again toyed with her pussy, which was starting to flow again. She put her face to the matress and massaged frantically, nearing another orgasm as she put a show on for me. Then, with both hands, she reached back, exposing her asshole. "Lick it Joey, please?" she asked in her childlike voice. "Please?" she asked again, this time as she pulled it so her hole visibly opened. How could I resist? With her cheeks parted, I pressed my face into her, my tongue loosening her up. My hands replaced hers on her cheeks, keeping it wide spread, while her hands went back underneath her to play with her damp cunt. "Stick it all the way inside me Joey," she asked. Well, she didn't have to ask twice. With a stiff tongue, I entered her rear passage, wiggling my tongue, which made her gasp and writhe. "I'm going to cum again," she said. Her fingers were working at a furious pace as juices flowed down her thighs. "Oh my... Joey, eat my asshole... it feels so good honey". With that, she came again and collapsed on the bed. When she turned back over, sweat was on her brow as the heaving of her chest slowed. "Now it's your turn Joey. You've been such a good boy. I've never cum that hard in my life," she said. I knew it all had to do with this powerful sexual connection that we had. Her lips hovered above my cock as I lied on my back. She glanced at me and smiled while brushing her hair to the side. She lowered her mouth directly on my cock, taking the first six of my eight inches in her mouth while moaning. Now I'm one of these guys that lasts quite awhile, but I knew I wasn't going to last long. She knew it too. My precum was flowing amply as she bobbed on my cock. Then she pulled off and started stroking at me. She quickened her pace as she looked at my face. She let out a little giggle and shrugged her shoulders and then winked at me. She moved up my torso while keeping her grip on my cock with her arm extended behind her. Her hair dangled in my face. Then she lowered her lips to mine and said, "Joey, I own you honey." Then she stopped stroking, probably anticipating a hard cum with her next movement. She leaned in a kissed me deeply, passionately. Our tongues mingled. I let out a whimper as I sucked on her tongue. She forcefully pressed her tongue into my mouth and I continued to milk her naughty flavor. She pulled back and looked at me again. "You like that, don't you," she queried. "You like that I taste like hard cock on my tongue." "God Susan, you are driving me crazy, please, just make me cum," I begged. "Oh, you will Joey, just as soon as you admit that you like the taste of cock on my lips. It's ok honey, just tell me you like it, we will be so much happier together as soon as you admit it." Just before she plunged her tongue back into my hungry mouth, she mumbled, "besides, you liked it earlier today..." Her hand reached back and gently touched my cock as I exploded like never before. Spurt after spurt of white hot cum erupted, covering her tiny hand and my belly. I sucked on her tongue with a crazed mind. Again, I didn't know if this was a game or real and was having a hard time comprehending exactly what was happening. I accepted her snaking tongue between my lips and sucked on it, almost in the same was as she sucked my cock just moments earlier. "Oh my, that was a lot of cum," she said as she released my ultra-sensitive cock. She turned her head around to look at the slimy mess that accumulated on my stomach. She brought her hand back around and looked at the ropes of cum stuck to her fingers. "Open up Joey, I know you are hungry," she teased. She placed her fingers at my lips and I looked up at her and obeyed. Again, she flashed that little smile because she knew she had me right where she wanted me. I dutifully cleaned her fingers and she bent down and whispered in my ear, "You're my good little cumeater, aren't you Joey?" I was so confused. I couldn't grasp all that just happened. Was this real or was she just an incredible actress? What was I becoming, how did I lose control so easily? I knew I should be ashamed, and at certain points, I was. But that just fueled the fire more. What was going on here? My mind was mixed up. I didn't know how I felt. Where is this going, where will it end up, can I trust her, can I trust ME? So many questions to be answered.... This was the first of a few physical meetings between Susan and I. If I decide to continue, I will progress through each meeting until our fate is sealed. Lady Owns Me Ch. 02 This is a continuation of the Lady Owns Me series. Please refer back to part one and of the series and Lisa and I parts 1, 2, and 3 for further background. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. If stories of fetishes such as femdom, creampies, snowballing or cum play offend you, please refrain from reading as this series will not appeal to you. As always, I find personal notes very inspiring. * After our initial meeting, Susan returned back home. The cross-country visit went well and left my mind reeling. We had spent numerous hours talking over the phone over the next few months. Alot of it was just getting to know each other better, but most of it was expanding upon our fantasies. I never asked too much about the events leading up to our first romp, mainly because I was afraid to know the truth. She sensed that so she didn't volunteer too much information. But she did play upon it when we would talk. When we were in "real" talking mode, she would deny that anything happened prior to meeting. When the talks got heated, she would go into some detail about things that "did" happen before she spent the day with me. Was it real or was it fantasy? Not knowing for sure mentally tortured me in such a sweet, perverse way. As we talked over the months, the fantasies grew and we found ourselves in lust with each other more and more each day. And even though we hadn't spent much time together in everyday life situations, it was evident we both had deep feelings for one another. Was it love or was it merely very strong lust that caused confused feelings of love? I do know I cared deeply about her, even though I was skeptical because she was so mysterious. I always felt like she was hiding something. But I also know that she genuinely adored me. She made me feel very special, as if I were the absolute perfect man of her dreams. I could hear it in her voice, I could see it in her eyes. It was unfortunate that we lived so far apart. She had once lived in my city, but family obligations pulled her back to her hometown. With her finances being so tight and my heavy job demands keeping me grounded in my hometown, it almost seemed as if we would never see each other again. I knew that wasn't true, but it felt like it. Our plans of meeting up were always dashed by something. But that was soon to change. Susan told me that she had an opportunity to move back to my city. I urged her to take advantage of it. It took a few months for her to get all of her ducks in a row, but she eventually arrived with her daughter, Mariah. Let me backtrack a little and describe myself and Susan. At this point, I was in my late 30's, a well educated and respected professional in the medical field. I do have a stern way about me, but I'm not over-domineering. I treat people well and expect to be treated the same way. But I am a bit of a perfectionist in that I demand things to be done properly. I'm definitely a man's man type of guy - I love my sports, beer, loud music and women. I'm just a few notches away from being the life of the party type, but I fit well in any social situation. In the looks department, I'm pretty average. Nothing striking, but not ugly either. I learned over the years that intelligence, confidence and a sense of humor can go a very long way. And though my thick 7 3/4" cock won't be in the Guinness Book any time soon, it's far above average in length and especially girth. A few years younger than myself, Susan was a very quiet type. She wasn't uncomfortable in social situations, but she was more of a wall-flower - cute and unassuming. She had hair that was just above the shoulder in length, expressive eyes and the cutest voice. Her voice made it sound as if she were a teenager. But her eyes... wow. They were the type that could see through you and allow you to see through to her soul. Susan had a nice body at 5'4", 130 lbs. To me, she somewhat resembled an actually healthy looking version of TV's Allie McBeal. Her daughter, Mariah, was around 8 years old at the time. Extremely bright and made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Ok, now back to the story of our second encounter. After she arrived and settled back down in Las Vegas, I had the most difficult time touching base with her. That initial call took forever. I knew she was supposed to be here, but I didn't know where she lived in town. Emails went unanswered, the cell phone number changed, no listings under her name. Then when I finally did get ahold of her, it became the same thing as when we were separated by thousands of miles - we just couldn't connect. There were times I couldn't get out of stuff, but more times than not, she just had too much going on. Exactly what, I do not know, since she had not even landed a job yet. But there was always some excuse. These were the very reasons I was afraid to get too involved with her. There were just too many unanswered questions. I needed straight answers, but rarely got them, just excuses. Then finally, we decided to meet for dinner at an Italian restaurant about halfway between where we both lived - even though I didn't know exactly where she lived yet. But even that didn't go smoothly. Times were changed, restaurants were changed and then she showed up late. But as soon as I saw her, I forgot all of that. We embraced and kissed - I was so happy to see her. I knew that tonight was just going to be dinner because she had left Mariah at home with the babysitter. We held hands and had small talk over dinner. We sat closely and kissed gently, but even those were powerful. She would whisper in my ear, teasing me, telling me that she wanted my cock deep inside her. I knew I should have worn looser pants, because I started hurting bad. My cock was obscenely pressing against my pants, causing me a lot of discomfort. She loved that it was happening. She loved that she could turn me on with just a little bit of dirty talk and kissing. It typically takes me so much more to get revved up. "Joey, you make me so happy," she said as she looked into my eyes. "If you don't believe me, feel," she continued. Grabbing my hand, she led it between under her skirt to her pantiless crotch. This girl was soaked. With her hand on top of mine, our fingers intertwined as we worked on her dripping cunt. With our fingers still entangled, she guided our hands up to my face and said, "taste me." Of course, I gladly obliged. Here I was, in the middle of respectable restaurant, licking her pussy juice of our fingers. Even though it's a dimly lit romantic restaurant, it felt like a million eyes were on us and I didn't care. They probably didn't notice because of the lighting, but I was too lost in lust to care. She smeared my face with her hand, covering me with her smell. It was intoxicating. We stopped the play for a bit as the waiter came by and took our order. I wondered if he could detect the smell. Or see the glaze around my lips. No matter, I didn't want to stop. As we waited for the food to arrive, she put her hand in my lap. "Take it out for me, Joey," Susan said. Now I became extremely self-conscious. On the surface, no big deal. We were tucked in the corner of a dim restaurant at a booth with a U-shaped bench. The tablecloth had plenty of length to conceal everything. But still, pulling my cock out in public like that? Nah, not something I was going to do. Her hand moved up my thigh. "Please honey, for me?" she asked while batting her eyes. "I want to see him, it's been so long." She started lightly caressing my upper thigh. I leaned back and spread my legs a little more to give her greater access. "That's it sweetie. I know you want to pull out your throbbing cock. Do it for me, please?" This woman was melting me to my very core. "Susan, what are you doing to me?" I panted. "Whatever I want Joey. Remember, I own you honey," she whispered in my ear while grabbing my cock through my pants. "Don't I, Joey?" I tilted my head back and closed my eyes as I reached down and unzipped my pants. "Yes Susan, you do. You know you own me." It took some jockeying to maneuver my stiff cock from my underwear and through the hole in my pants. I was afraid of scraping it against the metal part of the zipper, but I was so hard I would have probably dulled it. "You forgot to add forever to that honey," she said. "I own you... forever," as she stroked my shaft. "Susan, stop, I won't last long," I gasped. "Please, no, not here... not now." The waiter returned to refill our glasses. Susan kept her hand on me, but stopped stroking. With myself semi-slumped over and her arm angled in that general direction, he had to know what was going on. If he didn't, he'd know moments later when she resumed stroking me ever so slowly. I had to bite my lip. She gently smiled at the waiter as her fingers grasped my cockshaft. After the waiter left, she leaned back and looked at herself stroking my shaft. "Honey, you do have a beautiful cock," she said. Then with one hand she squeezed, forcing precum to accumulate in a large drop on my head. With her other hand, she reached over and gathered the clear fluid on her fingertip while licking her lips and saying, "Mmmmmmmmmmm." "Here Joey, taste this," she said as she brought the shiny fingertip to my lips. I didn't even hesitate. I opened my mouth and gently sucked on her tip, tasting my sweet fluid. She squeezed my cock harder and repeated the process. "I think my baby needs more of this," she whispered. "Don't you?" "No sweetie, I don't," I weakly exclaimed. With a tiny bit of sternness in her voice and a raised brow, Susan said "Joey, tell me the truth." "I do honey. It tastes so good. I'm sorry, can I have more please?" I asked. "Of course you can Joey. You can have as much as you need. I want to keep my little cumeater happy and full," she said as I cleaned her finger once again. I was moments away from bursting and she knew it. "Honey?" she asked. "Will you do anything for me?" "You know I will Susan." "Anything?" she asked again. "Yessssss, anything baby. Please." "Is my little cumeater still hungry?" Susan asked. "Mmmmm-hmmmm," I moaned. She quickened the pace and brought her free hand down to my cock, cupping it underneath my cock. "Cum for me baby, fill my hand with your sperm," she said. "I want a lot. I know how hungry my little cumeater is." More would have landed in her hand had the first two jets not shot a couple of feet past. She managed to capture the rest of my hard spurts. The cum pooled in the palm of her hand. I was surprised at the size of it, it was like when I was a teenager. I shot so hard it felt like I had a muscle strain in my balls. "Good boy," she said as she milked as much cum as she could get. "Mmmmm-hmmmm, every drop honey." We both knew what was coming, there was really no use in denying it. She used one finger like a swizzle stick to mix the cum in the palm of her hand. "Look at it Joey, doesn't that look yummy?" she asked. I didn't answer. "No answer?" she asked. "Okay then," as she grabbed a napkin. "I'll wipe it off." I looked into her eyes and grabbed her wrist. She let out a little gasp and caught her breath. "Yes Joey, yes," she said. "We both know how much you need this sweetheart. Prove your devotion to me." I pulled her now open palm to my face. Now with one hand on the back of my head, she guided my tongue into her cummy palm. "I think I love you my little cumeater..... To be continued? Lady Owns Me Ch. 03 Here's the third installation of Lady Owns Me. It does contain some fetish themes such as cum play, strap ons. If this offends you, please discontinue reading. Also, don't yell at me for the ending, I didn't like it either, but it was true... * By the third of our most memorable sexual encounters, I realized that very little of the contact between Susan and myself involved actual traditional penetration. Oh, there was some, but it was more of a side note than the norm. I guess what confused me the most was that though I wanted to always fuck her, it wasn't the driving force behind my wanting her. I just wanted her to please her in any way she wanted. Over the months, we had spent some quality time together, but not alot. Things like dinners, shopping, that kind of stuff. Susan and Mariah enjoyed spending time with me. I quickly became a favorite of Mariah's. She was so adorable. Susan finally invited me over to her place late one night after she had put Mariah in to bed. She was tired, I could tell, so we sat on the couch and chatted for awhile. I massaged her back and her feet, but it was nothing sexual at that point. Shortly thereafter, we moved to the bedroom. After making out for a few minutes, she excused herself to use the restroom. She returned, looking the same as she did when she left moments before - which always seemed to be a skirt and a button down blouse. She told me to remove my clothing and lie on my back as she stood next to the bed. I did so in record time. Again, with that hint of evil in her eyes, she gave me that little smile as her hands gathered the fabric of her skirt at the sides of each hip. "You know I'm falling for you, don't you Joey?" she asked. I just smiled. "You make me so happy, I want to cry." I could tell it was a genuine response from her, either that or she should be up for an Academy Award. The problem was, even though I felt deeply about her, there was still that aura of secrecy that surrounded her. I couldn't fully commit because of it. And any time I started to gain trust, something very weird would occur to get me back to the point of doubting again. "You know I care for you alot Susan, you have to know that. Why else would I allow myself to be so vulnerable to a person?" "That's a big part of the reason," she said. "I feel so protected when I'm around you. I like that you make all of the decisions when we are out, I feel like your girl. We are a completely normal couple out in public, but when we get to the bedroom, you open yourself up to me. You're so manly, but you let me do whatever I want Joey. I love that about you." I'll have to admit. We had alot going for us. I just needed to learn about whatever it was she was hiding so we could move on. When I'd think of us together in the future, it was perfect. In public, a perfectly sweet girl who adored me by my side, but a slutty vixen with a wild streak in the bedroom. Who could want more? She ever so slowly started raising the hem of her long skirt. All the while making sure not to break eye contact with me. I watched as it slowly climbed. My cock stood at attention as it got above her knee. "Joey, even though you are a manly man, you will do anything for me, won't you?" Oh God, what did she have in line for me now? "Um, yes Susan, I think so. I do know that you own me, so I guess I would." The skirt kept lifting. "That's what I wanted to hear my little cumeater." With that, she lifted her skirt above her waist. Out strutted a 7" dildo strapped to her. It looked so obscene jutting out from her like that. I had an idea that's what she was doing in the bathroom, but with Susan, you never really knew what was going to come out of her bag of tricks. I looked at it as a big smile came over her face. "Do you like it baby, do you like my cock?" she asked. "Wow, I don't know Susan. I mean, it's sexy on you, but I don't really know...." She stopped me. "Oh, yes you do Joey. You're my little cumeater and soon you will be my little cocksucker," she said as she waved the plastic cock up and down near my face. What the fuck is this, I thought. Eating my own cum felt naughty enough, but I'm not gay. I love pussy, I love women's asses, I love their legs, their tits, the small of their back, everything about them! But I felt so drawn to her. I wanted to keep her smiling. Plus, I knew that deep down inside, I wanted this too - I think. I wasn't really sure, I was so conflicted. But I instinctively reached out and grabbed her toy. "That's it Joey, touch my cock," she said. I felt it for a moment, and then slowly stroked it as if it were my own. It was smaller than my own, but still looked pretty intimidating. "Doesn't it look good Joey," she asked. I didn't answer. But the answer was obvious just by looking at my own cock. "He thinks so," she giggled. She took a tiny step forward as she continued to stare at me, trying to gauge my reaction. "Taste it Joey. Taste my cock for me," she said with a little huskiness to her voice. I brought my face to her toy and started licking around the head. I just tried to mimic the same movements I like on myself. And wouldn't you know it, she mimicked the movements of just about any man who is getting his cock serviced. Tiny thrusts, a gentle hand behind my head. "Oh baby, that's it. Oh my, are you sure you haven't done this before Joey? You are making my cock so hard for you." This type of encouragement just made me move more quickly. I took the head into my mouth and looked up at her as her tiny thrusts worked the head in and out. "You look so cute as a cocksucker Joey," she said. "That's it, right there." She pushed me back and worked her way onto the bed. Now kneeling, she rubbed her fake cock against my own cock head, which was leaking precum from all the excitement. "Ooooooooooooooooh," she said. "Look at that. Look at all the precum on my cock." She didn't have to ask. I eagerly gobbled it up. "You are such a little cumslut Joey. My own little cumeater." I moaned as my tongue twirled around it. I took more of it in my mouth until I was able to accommodate about half of it. "Awwww, so cute, trying to get more of me inside your slutty mouth, such a good cocksucker," she commented. "That's good enough honey, we will practice more. Soon you will be an absolute pro Joey." She moved a little bit more, rubbing more of my precum on the head of her dick. She kept at this for a good minute or so. Even the friction from the rubber cock was ready to set me off. There was ample flow as she helped milk it with her hand. After the head was shiny, she started rubbing it on my balls. I let out a tiny moan. She did it so tenderly, with so much care. "You like that too Joey?" she asked. "Lower," I said in a barely audible broken whisper. "Mmmmmm-hmmmm, that's what I thought you'd say honey." She waved the cock up and down my taint, making me squirm for more. "You're going to get my cock up your virgin ass honey, you do know that, right?" "No honey, please, no," I weakly resisted. She pressed the head against my tight hole, but she was oh so gentle with it. I realized she wasn't going to hurt me so I was able to relax a little bit. "That's better baby, open up, take me inside you," she said as she slowly worked the head in my virgin hole. I lifted a little higher and spread my knees apart. "Oh my God, I wish you could see this," she commented. "You are opening up for my cock. My God you are tight baby. But not for long!" With that, she plunged a little bit deeper. My God I felt so full and I knew it wasn't even close to all the way inside me. She stared in my eyes as she gently rocked... "I own you Joey, I own you forever." I found myself starting to press back against her in an effort to get a little more inside me. I felt obscenely vulnerable and sexy. "My pussy and ass love you so much, but you were also just made for cock sweetheart." I just moaned, too lost in lust to form words. "My little Joey loves cock and I'm so happy to make sure you get it," she said. Then wouldn't you know it. There was a knock on the door. Little Mariah wasn't feeling well. Damn it, I thought. Why does something like this always happen? I was so sexually frustrated. I didn't even get to cum!