I know you’ve heard this before, it seems far too many stories start out this way, but this really is a true story. Only the names have been changed.. This is a story about a man I know, a man who has become very useful to me and one who changed my life in some small way.
First let me introduce myself. My name is Pepper. I am middle aged now but in my younger days I was quite the beauty.
I won several beauty contests and graduated high in my university. I have large breasts that seem to attract the kind of men that I really don’t care for but I also have a nice body and most of all I have the ability to charm a man.
Most men are very sexual when they are around me, they seem to sense in me the ability to be whatever they wish me to be. Take my second husband, please, he was a real prick. He saw me as a party girl, I became a party girl. He enjoyed watching men fuck me. He brought women home and went into orgasmic utopia when I sucked their pussies. We had threesomes, foursomes and moresome, but in the end he abused and ignored me.
It was during our divorce that I met SJ, he was a private investigator. I had approached him to try and get evidence against my husband for the divorce. He was about 46 at the time, an attractive man but not someone I would normally associate with.
SJ helped me immensely with my divorce. He was always there when I needed him and I became fond of him. I began to see him in a different sort of light. He became my friend and I his. He visited me for no other reason than to chat and keep my spirits up.
At some point I began to realize through his innuendo that he found me sexually desirable. Being the very sexual woman I was I encouraged him to speak more freely about his fantasies. I took his lead and what ever he spoke of I agreed with, where ever his thoughts and fantasizes went, I followed with enthusiasm. I soon began to realize that SJ was very much taken by the act of cunnilingus. I even mentioned it to him once.
“You’re very oral aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he smiled sheepishly, “Very much, in fact sometimes I prefer it to anything else.”
“That’s very interesting and unusual I think,” I said in mock surprise. “And how do you go about getting an orgasm?”
He grinned shyly and almost in a whisper said, “Masturbation, I prefer to masturbate.”
I was not surprised . I was titillated and I told him so.
He blushed with excitement, his toothy smile reminded me of a small boy who had been caught looking up a someone’s skirt.
“Is that something you do often?” I inquired with a smile.
“You mean masturbate?”
“No,” I said demurely. I was asking if you eat pussy very often.”
His eyebrows arched in surprise “Wha…” he exclaimed his hand flying to his mouth as though he was afraid the word yes would jump out.
I shook my head slowly and with a smirk said in perfect cadence, “Do, you, eat, pussy, very, often.”
I could see he was summoning the courage and finally. “I only wish,” he said with a sigh. “Mostly it’s just a fantasy.”
We spent the rest of the evening together and that evening I allowed his fantasy to come true!
We got a little drunk and started kissing, the kisses turned into deep kisses. We fondled each other. His fingers found my wetness and mine found his hardness. We slowly removed our clothing as we caressed and stroked each other. His passion overwhelmed him and with a little coaxing I soon had him where I needed him, on his knees, his tongue nestled inside me.
He was a good lover. His lips and tongue were as good, if not better, than any I had ever experienced. But it was his enthusiasm that set him apart from all my other lovers. He sucked with an intensity and hunger that I had never before encountered. He could never seem to get enough of me. His tongue was tireless, his mouth a vacuum that drained me each time I had an orgasm. We changed positions many times that night but always with me in control and always with his mouth clinging desperately to my oozing pussy.
I used him that night, used his mouth to wipe out all the abuse I had received from men over the years, I used his mouth to suck away all those memories, I used his mouth the way a man uses a woman’s mouth, I fucked it, I came in it, I fed him my cum. I reveled in his servile behavior as I served him the gamy secretions from my fleshy cup, I flooded him and even as I collapsed atop his upturned face he continued to draw at my extended clit like a baby sucking at it’s mothers teat. I reveled at my intoxicated of him.
I had never known such power before. Of course I had always had some small amount of power because I was able to use my body to get what I wanted, but always in a submissive way. The power I received from SJ was a totally different animal, it was mind control and I had it. It was a power that I would use over and over throughout our relationship. One that grew and grew until it became what it is today, total control. Having heard me boast of my conquest it to a friend another friend told me that it was cunt power, pure cunt power, the wet, smelly, drippy, strong taste of an aroused woman, the kind that washes over and adheres to a mans face and tongue like an oily wet rag
It was late into the night when I finally allowed him to slide his throbbing cock into my thoroughly sucked pussy. It didn’t take him long. Within a few seconds he had spent himself totally and deeply inside me. He lay gasping on top of me.
I lay there contemplating what had just happened and what I could do with this new-found power when he began to slowly slide down my body once again
“Pepper, Are you asleep?” he asked, shaking me softly.
I lay still and only opened my eyes enough to peek down at his face.
“Are you asleep Pepper?” he asked again, some what louder. I only mumbled and sighed, pretending I was asleep. I was very curious as to what he intended to do.
When I gave no answer he waited for a few seconds and then, convinced of my slumber, slid down my body until his face was once again at my pussy. Suddenly I felt the heat of his tongue probing the edge of my labia. I held my breath as he gently licked, then softly took one lip into his mouth and began to suck it.
I couldn’t believe it, he was sucking his cum from my pussy. No one had ever done that before, not even the queers that my ex-husband had brought home. I felt an excitement and lewdness rise up in me that was beyond all expectation.
I moaned softly in pleasure as he continued to suck. I peered down over my belly into his face as he nuzzled further into my open cunt. His eyes were closed and there was a look of adoration on his face. I moaned softly and mumbled an approval of his behavior.
Slowly as though trying not to wake me he lifted my knee and slid his head underneath. Now I could only see the top of his head so I opened my eyes to better watch this spectacle of obscene lust. I felt his mouth again, or rather his tongue as it probed deeply into my cunt. I moaned restlessly and moved my hips, responding as a sleeping woman might. Encouraged by my drowsy passion he slid his palms under my hips and pulled my cunt to his mouth. I again moaned, and responded by lifting my hip but this time in true yearning and allowed my thighs to open for him.
I gently lifted my leg and slid it over his back, careful to maintain the illusion that I was still in a state of semi-consciousness. I felt my cunt open to him, displaying my flesh in a way that caused me to tremble with lust. I was rewarded by an immediate and powerful suction as his mouth sucked my swollen pubes inside his mouth . I could feel my juices, and his cum, flowing from my cunt to his mouth. I strained and forced more of his cum out of my pussy into his waiting mouth. He groaned loudly and sucked harder.
I knew I had to maintain my little charade, I could not yet let him know that I was aware of what he was doing. He was doing this for himself, not for me, and I wanted him to enjoy it. I knew this was my hook, this was what would enslave him.
As he sucked his cum from my cunt I could tell he was stroking himself. He had raised his hips and I could see his arm moving rapidly in a motion that could only be that of masturbation. It excited me to know that he was so aroused and I knew that arousal came from more than just sucking my cunt, it was so arousing because he was eating his cum. I wanted him to eat all he wanted!
He must have stroked himself to exhaustion because finally in a long groan he raised himself from my pussy and moved his hips forward. I watched in amazement as he shuddered and then directed his hot cum on my waiting pussy. Once again his palms lifted my hips to his mouth and he hungrily lapped my pussy. His cum flowed from me along with my own as I has another orgasm.
Later, much later, after he had removed every trace of his cum from my still throbbing pussy he slowly rose from the bed and dressed. Just before he left he kneeled beside me and gently kissed me. I remember the overpowering aroma of my pussy that clung to his face and I wondered if he would wash it before he went home to his wife.
It was several days before I saw him again. We had both been busy and it was not easy for him to get away from his wife in the evenings. Early one afternoon he arrived while I was washing my car. He said he only ha a few minutes so I offered to make coffee and we sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee and talking.
I kept expecting him to say some thing about our little session but he kept the conversation light and acted as though it had never happened. Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. I was kind of angry because I though if he would not grovel at my for another taste of my pussy he would at least thank me for a good time.
As he stood and started to leave I decided to humble him.
“Hey!” I said indignantly.
“What?” he said and looked at me innocently.
“Are you just going to walk out, don’t I even get a kiss?”
“Oh, oh sure,” he said and stooped to kiss me one the mouth.
I put my hand on his chest and shoved him back. He looked surprised and cocked his head to the side.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“It’s not my mouth I want you to kiss,” I said as I drew my skirt up over my thighs and spread my knees.
He smiled timidly as he suddenly realized his error. “Ah, ah, well, I didn’t…”
“You didn’t what,” I asked angrily. “Are you trying to tell me that you don’t want it .”
“No, no!” he exclaimed. “It’s just that I can’t stay long and I never intended to do anything.”
He stared at me, flushed, embarrassed and anxious of my demeanor. I knew he wanted it, I could see it in his eyes as he darted his eyes back and forth between my pussy and my face. His tongue licked nervously at his lips.
“Bullshit,” I exclaimed. “You want it!”
His eyes batted nervously as I pulled my skirt all the way to my hips. I spread my legs wider and slid my hips to the edge of the chair.
“You came here hoping for it,” I said smugly. “You want it right now. I can see it in your eyes.”
His tongue licked feverishly at his lips and he unconsciously began to thrust and flick it as I spread the lips of my pussy for him.
“Come on,” I demand. “Admit it.”
He hesitated, the desire plain on his face.
“You know, I wasn’t totally asleep the other night when you went down on me the second time. His face immediatelty flushed red with embarrasement and lust. “How you like to finish what you started the other night.’
“Yes, I do” he choked out. ” I mean I would, very much”
“Somehow I thought you would,” I said and made an obscene licking motion with my tongue.
As he slipped to his knees before me I raised my legs and hooked my knees over his shoulders. His palms cupped my ass and I raised hips. His eyes peered up at me and with my tongue I showed him how to start. My fingers clenched in his hair and I pulled his open mouth to my pussy. I shivered with delight as he submitted with a deep moan.
“Don’t disappoint me” I warned He didn’t.
Two hours later as he was pulling out of my driveway I lay on my bed and chuckled to myself, this was more than just sex, this was lecherous!
We continued to meet about once a week, usually on Sunday afternoon. It was the only time that he could get away from his wife without raising suspicion. He was very adamant about our being discreet and was terrified that his wife might find out what he was doing. It amused me to see him in such a state.
I once asked him why he didn’t just suck his wife’s pussy. He told me she was very religious and didn’t think it was right. I knew he was lying, I never met a woman yet who didn’t love having her pussy sucked by their husband. In fact I know quite a few ladies like me who date married men for that one simple reason, married men like to suck pussy but they don’t want to suck their wives. Why you ask? Because they are afraid of rejection. They can’t show that nasty submissive, groveling side of their sexuality to their wives because they would loose their wives respect. Hah, if they only knew! I suppose it’s a good thing though, because without that wide gulf between husband and wife I might not ever get my pussy sucked! Anyway, I’m getting away from my story.
Our weekly meetings had almost become a ritual, almost boring. He would come over, we would drink a little, watch a porn movie that he rented and then he would suck my pussy for the rest of the evening. And like always I would allow him to cum inside me, slide down to my pussy and suck his cum from my pussy. Now me saying it was boring does not mean that I didn’t like the sucking part. God knows next to a great big hard cock I like a tongue best. In fact unless a guy’s got around eight inches and it’s hard as a piece of spring steel I’d rather have a tongue. But it was the ritual of the thing. I knew exactly what was going to happen every time. When things get that way I get bored.
We played little games to keep the boredom from becoming intolerable. Once I used a dildoe and make him suck it after he had throughly used it on me..All the while he was sucking it I made humiliating remarks about his inability to make me cum with his puny cock. I test his willpower by suggesting that he might haave to suck my pussy after someone had fucked me, even that he might have to watch.
I got so bored I finally decided to get what I hadn’t been getting, a nice stiff cock. It wasn’t hard to do, I’ve still got a good bod and I know how to turn on the charm and the sexuality.
I fucked several young men over the next few weeks, one of them even sucked my pussy. He certainly was no match for SJ, but one of the younger men had a cock that was to die for. Smooth, thick and long, the head was the size of a silver dollar and when it was deep in my pussy it reached deeper than any cock I had ever fucked. I’ll call this young man Chris, he will become important later on.
I also became friends with a man who was about the age of SJ. We’ll call him Jerry. Jerry was the kind of immoral person that I liked. He wasn’t ashamed of what turned him on, in fact he got off totally telling me what he liked. He’s also a guy who I wouldn’t fuck if he were the last man on earth. It’s not that I despised him, he was just to common, to open, no hang-ups. Nothing was too humiliating or degrading nor did he even feel they were. He just wasn’t any fun, except his stories!
Now Jerry wasn’t gay but he thought it very sporting to go to one of the local peep shows where there were invariably gay men. At these peep shows there were booths where you could go in, close the door, lock it and then watch porno movies. Also in the booths were holes about three inches across, about crotch level. Jerry would start watching the movies but he would keep an eye on the holes. Sooner or later, he said, he would see some thing at the hole. Some times it would be a finger, rubbing around the hole. At other times it would be a pair of lips or an open mouth.
Jerry, still watching the move would slide up to the hole and feed his cock into the waiting mouth of whom ever was on the other side. He would continue to watch the movie while the anonymous mouth sucked him to orgasm. He would cum in the mouth and then after waiting a few minutes quietly leave the booth and go home.
Jerry’s little escapades were amusing and titillating and I began to get ideas. They next time SJ came to the house I made up my mind that afternoon he would go home with his cock still hard.
We started out as usual, a few drinks, a porn movie and a little petting. I could tell that SJ was getting ready to scoot under my dress and take me to heaven with his tongue but I held him off, telling him I wanted to talk. He seemed a little disappointed but was sweetly patient. I told him about my friend Jerry. I told him about the things he had done at the peep show. SJ became a little bit uneasy when I spoke of Jerry letting someone suck his cock. In fact he looked down right embarrassed.
He finally admitted to me that he also visited the peep show on occasion. He tried to kiss me when I asked if he had ever had his cock sucked at the peep show but I moved away and became more serious. I asked again!
He looked at me and I knew he wanted to tell me. “Come on, tell me, you can trust me,” I said amiably.
I knew he had! His face was red and he was nervously licking his lips.
“Yes,” he said, but some thing was wrong. He became even more nervous, he began sucking his lower lip. There was some thing more, some thing he wasn’t telling me.
Thoughts tore through my mind, no, it couldn’t be, not SJ.
“You know, Jerry said that one time he got down on his knees and put his mouth to the hole” I said, lying through my teeth. “He said as soon as he did a cock was shoved into his mouth and he sucked on it for a few minutes.”
I looked SJ straight in the eyes and I knew! He was really nervous now and as I glanced down I noticed that his crotch was bulging.
“Have you ever done that?” I said with a leer. “Have you ever sucked a cock in those little booths?”
He saw me looking at his crotch. “I’m not a queer!” he exclaimed and stood up to go.
“Okay, okay,” I said. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. But it would totally turn me on to know you had sucked some ones cock in one of those dark little booths.”
He still looked flustered and he still had that nervous lick but he it was obvious that no longer felt threatened.
“You mean it excites you to think of one man sucking another man’s cock?”
“Well sure,” I chuckled. “Don’t men like to see women eat each other’s pussies?”
“I guess you’re right,” he said after a moment of thought.
“And I’ve had a few pussies in my face from time to time.”
“Really?” he said with a strange little smile.
“Yep, and I liked it,” I said, lying again. “So if you did suck a cock in the booth it wouldn’t bother me, but if you did and you lie about it I’ll get angry.”
He looked at me, his eyes pleading with me. Slowly his shoulders stooped and he let out the sigh I had been waiting for.
“You did it didn’t you,” I said, my leer returning. “You sucked some guy’s cock.”
“Yes,” was all he said and then he sat down beside me.
“I want to hear about it, from the beginning to the end. Don’t leave out anything.”
As it turned out it wasn’t much of story… He had been visiting the place every so often but on this one particular day he was feeling extremely horny. He had watched some porn films and one of them was about she-males. He said that one in particular had caught his attention. She was a young blonde and outwardly she looked like a beautiful young woman. She had tits and her body was smooth and curvy. The young woman, or man if you prefer, went to a peep show similar to the one he and Jerry had visited. She would let guys watch her go into a booth and then when she heard the door close on the booth next door she would sidle up to the hole. She would look through the whole until the man bent over to peer through from his side. At that point she would raise her short little mini-skirt and wave her more than ample cock at the hole.
SJ described the cock and by the time he was through I was ready to suck it. He said that then the blonde would slide her cock through the hole, milk it gently until a drop of pre-cum appeared on the end. At that point the scene switched to the man’s booth and there was a great shot of him taking the blondes cock into his mouth.
SJ confided that it made him so hot he decided to get his cock sucked.
“You were just going there to do your usual thing?” I asked.
“Yes, I was gonna let some queer suck me and then I was going to leave.”
“Okay, so you’re in the arcade, what happens?”
“There was a girl there, looking at magazines.”
“Uh huh,” I chuckled, knowing what was coming next. “Go on.”
“And dammed if she didn’t look just like the one in the movie,” he said with a glint in his eye. “That was when I saw the poster on the counter. It was her. She was making a special appearance at the peep show to advertise her movie.”
“You didn’t see the poster when you rented the movie?” I asked.
“I guess I saw it but I didn’t pay that much attention to it.”
He hesitated for a moment, watching me, judging my reaction. “It’s true,” he whined.
“I believe you,” I said, and I did. I remember the same poster when I had rented a movie for Chris and myself.
“Pepper it was her, she looked just like she did in that movie. She was even wearing the same little yellow mini-skirt.”
He had the semblance of a smile on his face as he told me how he had walked over to the rack and picked the cassette of her movie. He looked at it and compared it to the real woman.
SJ just couldn’t keep his eyes off the woman and it wasn’t long before she noticed. The woman approached him and seeing her film in his hand she smiled. She asked him if he was going to rent the movie and he explained he had already seen it.
What follows is the way SJ told the rest of the story.
“I was just standing there in awe, looking at this absolutely beautiful young woman as she slid up next to me. She asked me what I thought of it and as my heart beat faster I told her it was one of the sexiest films I have ever seen. She smiled at me, a provocative smile on her face. I looked her up and down and my cock was hard. She noticed!
She turned and walked to the opening of the peep room, as she turned the corner she hesitated and looked back at me. She turned her head slightly and placing her finger in her mouth she slid it in and out of her mouth, like she was sucking a cock. I watched as she placed that same finger to her crotch, then pointed at me and then once again sucked on her finger.
I was utterly fascinated with her, it was like I was bewitched. She smiled and went through the curtains. I hurried to the curtain and entered the peep room. As I entered I saw her standing at the door of a peep. She smiled knowingly as I watched her enter the booth. I waited a few moments and then went straight to the booth nearest her. I opened the door and after locking it I put ten quarters in the projector.
It was just like in the movies. I saw a little movement at the hole. I got down on my knees and peered through the hole. There she was, just like the film. She raised her skirt and there it was, the cock I had thought I could suck was right there, slowly waving back and forth in front of the hole.
That hole drew me like a magnet. I moved my mouth up to the hole and slowly slid my tongue through as far as it would go. As I kneeled there I began to realize what I was doing. Just at the point I was about to back out I felt something smooth and hot touch my tongue. The object caressed the flat of my tongue and circled it. I could feel a wetness as I licked out and circled the smooth rounded head.
I backed away from the hole, took my cock out and began to stroke it. As I watched a I felt her weight press against the thin wall and the swollen head was pressed into my mouth. I began to suck it, and suck it, and suck it. I could hear moans coming from the other side. The cock began to move faster through the hole. I pressed my mouth against the hole and suddenly the smooth head was in my throat.”
SJ stopped talking and looked at me, realizing that he had gotten carried away with his story, he looked a bit embarrassed.
“So, what happened?” I asked excitedly. “Did she cum in your mouth?”
“You promise never to tell anyone,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I said, my eyes meeting his truthfully but knowing I could never keep such a promise.
“I swallowed it, all of it.”
“Oh god,” I said breathlessly. “That makes me so hot!”
“Really?” he said with a docile smile.
“Yes, what do you think! I almost want to go down there myself”
He looked me, his eyes pleading, his tongue flicking back and forth. “Can I suck you Pepper, please?”
I looked at him, he was so pathetic. If it wasn’t for the throb I felt in the deep recess of my pussy I would have slapped him into reality. Instead I spread my legs for him and as he kneeled I pulled his mouth to my aroused pussy. God it was good to be sucked! Some two hours later as I sat astride his face on the bed I knew I couldn’t stand it any longer, my bladder was full and the constant arousal had made me very uncomfortable. I raised slightly and as I did a dribble of pee ran down into SJ’s mouth. I tightened my stomach muscles to control my bladder but as I watched in utter fascination SJ began lapping up inside my cunt. I relaxed my bladder and allowed more pee to dribble out. SJ began to suck, his lips formed a vacuum around my pussy and I could see by his Adam’s apple that he was swallowing. He was drinking my pee and from the look of his cock, as he stroked it full-length, he was enjoying it.
What the hell, I thought to myself and I let it go. That was a mistake though because he couldn’t handle it all. It spilled to the floor and soaked to the carpet. Shit!
Afterwards he hardly looked at me as straightened his clothes. He mumbled something about an appointment and rushed for the door,
“Will I see you tomorrow?” I asked, wanting more of this new and arousing chapter of our relationship.
“I’ll try,” he said and with that he was out the door and gone.
The following day my son from my first husband arrived to stay while his dad was out of town. I get along very well with my first husband but since I am on a limited income my son lives with his dad. I’m always glad to see my son but his coming at this particular time was very inconvenient because I had plans for SJ and my son’s stay would put a stop to that.
I resigned myself to being mother and all the things that go with that, cooking, washing and taking him out to Kiddy Corner. By the third day I was miserable. My dreams were rife with images of sexual things, nasty sexual things, obscene, lewd and indecent things that mothers weren’t supposed to think about let alone do. I was just about to scream from boredom and frustration when I heard a knock at my door. It was SJ.
“I really do only have a minutes this time,” he said shyly. “But I have some thing for you. I want you to read it.”
With that he offered me an envelope.
“Don’t let anyone read that,” he warned and turned back to leave.
“Wait,” I said, a bit more friendly than the last time.
“What?” he said reluctantly, knowing he had little or no will to deny any thing I asked.
I stepped up close to him so no one could hear. Looking him straight in the eye I said, “When you are in bed tonight, late and your wife is asleep, I want you to take your cock out and while your wife lays there sleeping I want you to stroke it, stroke it and think about sucking my pussy.”
“I will,” he said nervously.
My hand dropped down to the bulge in his pants, I squeezed it. “And I’ll dream about that sweet tongue of yours, in my pussy where it belongs.”
After he had gone I hid the note under my pillow and finished all my chores. I fed my son and put him to bed I looked forward to a long leisurely bath. The water was hot, I lit candles and incense. I poured fragrance in the bath water and finally eased myself into the erotic frothing bath. I began to read the letter. Dear Pepper,
I am writing this letter in hopes that you will find it exciting. What I am about to reveal I have never told anyone before. I want you to know because I feel you are the one woman in this world that can appreciate and understand.
I am a sexual submissive. Dominant ladies are the only thing that turns me on. Remember once you told me I was very oral? Well you don’t know the half of it. Performing oral sex on a lady is what I love most. I would rather do that than any thing.
I can’t tell you how excited I was when you let me suck your pussy. You tasted so good, your cum tasted so good. I wanted to suck you all night and as I sit here writing this letter I have a big erection just thinking about how your pussy tastes. I know you may find this hard to believe but you don’t have to fuck me anymore, just let me suck your pussy. I love sucking you so much I would do anything. In fact I did. You didn’t know it but after you were asleep I sucked your pussy again. I sucked my cum out of your pussy, and I loved it. The mixture or your cum mixed with mine was intoxicating. I want to do it again but next time I want you to know it, I want you to watch.
Pepper, I want to be your slave. Your tongue slave. I want you to use me any way you want. I want to prove my love for you, I’ll do anything to prove to you that I really and truly want to be your tongue slave. I’d even suck a cock to prove it.
Oh please, please write me and tell me you want me for your tongue slave. Tell me I can suck your pussy as much as I want. Tell me all the nasty things you will make me do for you. Your devoted pussy sucking slave SJ.
Well, I can tell you that lying there in that hot soapy water, fingers caressing my clit and reading SJ’s steamy letter really set my blood afire. I could tell that this was no idle fantasy that he had devised just for my benefit. He had been thinking about this for a long time. He was serious!
God how I wanted him there that very moment. I would have pulled his face into my pussy and fucked that marvelous tongue until he couldn’t lick his lips. I wanted to cum so bad! But first I had to answer his letter, I had to answer it while I still had the excitement coursing through my veins.
SJ, I wish you were here right now, I wish your tongue was deep inside my pussy, thrusting and lapping. I do love it so. I’m glad you’ve been truthful with me and I am thrilled that you think of me the way you do.
I’ve known all along you were a submissive. I suspected it the first moment we met. I just didn’t know which kind of submissive you were. I was never fond of submissives who want to be beaten or whipped, but I knew that there were submissives who liked to serve a woman, worship their bodies I knew which one you were the moment your mouth touched my pussy.
But SJ, darling, what I need is not a tongue slave, I can get one of those anywhere. What I need is a “suck slave”. Now that I am single I need a suck slave. There are moments, exciting moments when only a suck slave can provide what I need. You tell me that you have sucked your cum from my pussy and liked it. I’m glad you liked it because that’s what I need from you, I need you to suck cum from my pussy. The only difference is that it would not be your cum. You know I am seeing a man. I can’t afford to get pregnant and I won’t allow him to use a condom. I need someone like you, who will suck my sweet pussy any time, anywhere under any circumstances.
I think you would make a excellent suck slave. You have a mouth that is perfect for sucking. I want you to think about it. I want you to fantasize about being my suck slave. Think about it as you stroke your cock, think about all the things I could make you do.
I don’t want you as a tongue slave! I do want you as a suck slave! I want to watch you suck your cum from my pussy, I want to feed you a stream of my golden nectar. I want to feel that loving tongue of yours deep inside my wet pussy, even as a hard cock is in there too. Think about it SJ, think how sweet it could be to suck my pussy when it is full of another man’s cum. You know that’s what you want, what you need! Imagine sucking that beautiful cock after it has spent itself inside me, the taste of me on it. I’ll never give you this opportunity again and if you refuse you’ll never taste this sweet pussy again.
Call me SJ, call me and tell me if you can live without the feel and taste of my pussy. Or call me and just say yes. Pepper
I sealed the letter, addressed it and clipped it to the outgoing mail on my mail box. I know I should have been more discreet because of his wife but at that moment I didn’t care. I think I even wanted her to know that her husband was going to be my cuntlapping, cum sucking and even better my cock sucking slave. He was mine now, she would never feel that puny cock of his again. And so what if she couldn’t get cock. Maybe I could introduce her to my second husband!
I slept late the next morning and when I awoke it was already 10AM. My first thought was the letter. Suddenly I realized that I had been a little too indiscrete. I rushed to the front door and looked. The letter was gone! So be it, I thought, what’s done is done. I would either have a very angry wife on my hands or a brand new suck slave, because I knew he couldn’t resist the bait I had offered.
I waited all day for the call. At 7 PM it finally came. I waited as it rang, I knew he would be beside himself with excitement once he made up his mind.
“Hello,” I said in my most cheerful and pleasing voice.
There was a long silence. He cleared his throat. I heard a long sigh, and then “Yes.”
“Then say it, say what you want to be, say how you want to serve me!”
“I want to be your suck slave,” he whispered.
“No, no, no” I chided. “That was earlier, when you first read the letter. Now it is 7 o’clock and I want more than a suck slave.”
“What then?” he said, a bit exasperated. “Tell me so I can be with you.”
Very slowly I spoke. “I want you to take out your cock, I want you to stroke it. And as you stroke it I want to tell me you want to be my…, cumsucking…, cocksucking…, cuntlapping slave.”
Again there was a long silence.
“Well,” I questioned, smiling as I pictured him standing there stroking his cock, his pre-cum dripping on to the floor as he listened to me.
“I want to be your cumsucking…, cocksucking…, cuntlapping slave.”
“Fine now,” I said, a smug satisfaction permeating my body. “Now, go to bed and tomorrow morning call me around 10 AM.”
I disconnected and immediately re-dialed. There was a click, and a man’s voice. “Chris, I need a favor” —