****** Second Step by Goodboy ******
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Second Step


awoke to the taste of Virginia's sweet lips on mine. Opening my lips
instinctively, I was surprised when her tongue pressed forward, entering my
mouth. In the three years of our marriage, she had never taken anything
remotely resembling an aggressive stance in regards to our sex life.

Until last night.

The memories of her gentle, yet demanding control flooded back to me, even as
she pushed me over onto my back and slid on leg astride me. My cock throbbed
instantly to full hardness and I felt the shaft brush against the soft folds of
her pussy.

She smiled softly and pulled her mouth from mine. "Do you remember your
promise?" she asked softly.

I nodded. A groan escaped as she ground her pussy against me.

"What did you promise me?"

"I will not come until you give me permission."

She was rubbing against the length of my cock now, coating it with her juices.
I reached for her hips, to pull her forward so I could slip inside her, but she
intercepted my hands and gently pushed them down to my side.

"Promise me," she said, staring into my eyes. "Promise me that this is for my
pleasure until I say otherwise."

She ground harder against me and I thought about using my strength against her.
Something about the wonder of last night kept me from doing it, though, and I
repeated my promise to her.

"I promise to give you pleasure with my body," I said. "I promise I will not
come until you say I can."

She smiled then, her full lips pulling open in pleasure. My heart was filled
just knowing that my words had pleased her so much.

"I want your mouth first," she said, sliding up to kneel astride my face.

I extended my tongue, wanting to taste her again, but was stopped by her
pressing down on my forehead.

"Look at me," she whispered. "Look at what I am offering you a taste of. Desire
it. Let your mouth water and get hungry for the taste of what only I can give
you. Beg for it. Beg for me."

As she spoke, she ran her fingertips over her shaven pussy, teasing open the
soft brown lips to show the rich pink of her insides. My mouth went dry, then
suddenly it was watering. As the scent of her body drifted to me, I was struck
with how beautiful she truly was.

"Virginia," I breathed a sigh as I spoke, "Oh, please, let me taste you. Let me
give you my mouth for your pleasure. Please, my love. Let me lick and suck you
and taste your juices."

She lowered her pussy towards my mouth a little more, just above me. Her scent
was growing overpowering, filling me with lust. I felt a tremendous welling of
love for this woman and the power she seemed to have found over me. I moaned as
one of her fingers slid just inside her, gathering her juices, then dipped down
to paint them on my lips.

"Please, Virginia," I pleaded. "Let me taste you. Let me make you come with my
mouth."

She looked down at me and smiled. "Only with your tongue," she said, "and only
with the tip of it."

I stared up at her as I extended my tongue. She pulled back until I could
barely touch her with just the tip of my tongue. Slowly, I traced the soft
folds of her body. She reached down and dug her fingers into my hair, moving my
head so that my tongue touched her in just the way she desired.

"That's good, lover," she said softly, lowering herself a bit. "Memorize ever
fold of my pussy. Remember how each one tastes and smells. Worship it and love
it with all your heart."

My tongue slid freely up and down her pussy lips now. Stretching as far as I
could, my tongue could lick just inside her entrance, tasting the sweet honey
she was dripping for me. I moaned, trying to reach deeper for her, wanting to
touch where it would please her most. She moved above me slowly, forcing me to
put more attention than I ever had into tasting her.

Finally, she sank fully upon my face. Her fingers pulled on my hair, forcing my
mouth into full contact with her pussy. She moaned softly as she rocked against
my mouth. When I looked up at her, I could see her breasts bouncing gently.

She shifted her position suddenly, pulling me up into her tightly. Her eyes
stared down at me. Realizing that I couldn't breathe, I tried to pull back,
only to find her thighs holding me in place.

"Make me come," she was trembling as she moaned at me. "You make me come and
I'll let you breathe again."

Her hips were shoving at me fast and hard. I struggled to suck air in, my lungs
burning. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. She stared down into my
eyes, commanding me to give more to her. I moved my mouth and tongue as fast as
I could, lapping and sucking at her.

Virginia is incredibly beautiful when she comes. Her eyes squeeze shut for a
moment, then flare open wide as her body trembles. Hard full-body convulsions
shake her as she opens her mouth and screams soundlessly. This was the first
time I had seen in from this perspective though.

Her juices flooded over my face and I sucked and gulped at them. My lungs were
exploding. Virginia can have rolling orgasms and she held my face tight in her
pussy until they subsided. When she released me, sliding down on top of me, I
lay under her gasping for breath.

"This is for me," she said, kissing me on the mouth.

I felt her take me inside her then. The sudden heat and wetness squeezing
around me made me shiver and I felt her hand on my throat.

"Don't come," she commanded, squeezing my throat to get my attention. "I own
you. Say it."

"You own me," I gasped as she drove down on me.

She had me totally off balance again, quickly taking me to the edge of orgasm.
I fought to deny myself, begging for her permission with each movement of her
body on me. She drove me mercilessly, knowing from last night that I could hold
myself for a long time.

"I own you," she said again, her voice betraying her own rising passion. "Say
it. Tell me you are my slave now."

My head spun from her words, but the hand on my throat was insistent. "You own
me," I whimpered, focusing on controlling my muscles. "I am your slave."

"Again."

She was riding me fast now, slamming against me.

"I am your slave."

"Again."

"Your slave."

She came hard then, squeezing my throat tight. Her other hand clawed at my
chest, her nails digging in painfully. I cried out, and that only sent her into
deeper pleasure. She slammed down hard on me and ground with all her weight as
she convulsed in ecstasy.

"I own you," she was almost in tears with pleasure.

"Yes," I agreed.

"I own you," she repeated, sliding off of me so fast I gasped and pushing my
legs open wide. She looked up at me and licked her lips. "Don't come, slave."

I trembled at the sound of her calling me that, but I didn't dare say anything
to the contrary. I watched as she slowly slid her tongue around the head of my
cock, sending lightning bolts of pleasure down the length of it. Now it was my
turn to convulse. Her teeth nipped at me.

"Don't you dare come," she commanded, her voice growing hard now. "You hold it
as long as I want."

With that, she plunged me down into her throat, moaning and gulping at me. I
shouted and almost came, but she grabbed my balls tight in one hand and tugged
on them. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on maintaining control.

"Look at me, slave," she commanded. "Watch me enjoy you."

Obediently, I opened my eyes and watched as she licked and teased her way up
and down the length of my cock. I whimpered and pleaded with her to let me cum,
but she ignored me. Only her eyes, which held mine, showed that she heard me.
Indeed, it was clear that she enjoyed making me beg more than anything else.

She threw herself into enjoying me, soft ropes of her saliva dripping down to
coat my balls. Squeezing and tugging on my balls, she worked the wetness into
the skin. Her other hand slid under my butt, digging her nails into my skin.

"What do you think, slave?" she asked, pulling her mouth from me and stroking
me hard and fast, still squeezing my balls with her other hand. "Is it worth
letting me have my way with you?"

"Oh, God, yes," I gasped.

"Say 'Yes, Ma'am', slave."

"Yes, Ma'am."

She put the head of my cock in her mouth then, slowly rolling her tongue around
it and letting the wetness from her mouth bathe it. I whimpered in frustration,
wanting more than anything to unload into her waiting mouth. Then I felt one of
her fingers rubbing against my anus.

She smiled then pushed her lips down the length of my cock. At the same time,
she pressed a finger up into my ass. I cried out as she began to work the
finger in and out in perfect time with her mouth. Suddenly, she worked her
finger in deep and pressed against my prostate.

"Don't you cum," she said, staring up at me and stroking my cock hard and fast
again. "I own you, slave. I'll hurt your cock if you cum before I say you can.
You'll let me hurt you to punish you, won't you slave?"

"Yes, Ma'am." I was afraid I couldn't hold out much more.

"Beg."

"Please, Ma'am. PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME COME!"

She pulled her finger out of my ass and released my cock. Sliding up my body
and then pulling me over on top of her, she pushed one of her nipples into my
mouth. Realizing that she was denying me still, I began to sob, even as I took
what she offered. As I cried for her, she stroked my hair with one hand,
guiding me inside her with the other.

"That's it, baby," she whispered to me. "Cry for me. It's ok. You need to let
it out. You need to learn that you have to do this for me. You have to
understand what it's going to be like as my slave."

Her words chilled me, but I felt a thrill at the same time. When the tears
dried up, I fell asleep with her legs wrapped around my waist, her nipple in my
mouth. I knew that when I woke up, I would be a step deeper into my slavery
with her.

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