Creampie Slave

CREAMPIE STORY - FEMDOM STORY

Creampie Slave

I kneel here on the floor of our bedroom, naked, with my cock shaved bare and

distended from the cock strap around its base as well as from the recent

teasing I have been subjected to by my sexy wife. I reach my arms behind me

and lock the wrist restraints behind my back with an ease born of much

practice. It's at quiet moments like these that I find myself wondering how

my seemingly normal marriage evolved into this in only three short years.

But perhaps "evolved" is not the right word, as it implies a natural

progression, and although the increasing kinkiness of our marriage seemed

natural enough at every turning point, in reflection I can see now a pattern

that can only have been planned by my wife all along to turn me into the

desperately horny sexual plaything that I am today.

I believe this subtle training started within hours of saying our vows to one

another. The wedding was beautiful and the reception was filled with

friendship and love, dancing and toasts, food and much drink. After a few

hours, though, the time came to change clothes, say our farewells, and rush

to the airport. When we arrived the plane was already boarding, so we

immediately took our spacious first-class seats and ordered more drinks.

Soon we found ourselves pressed back in our seats by the plane's

acceleration. As the aircraft banked we could see the lights of the city, so

beautiful from this height and I suddenly felt a giddy sense of adventure, an

awareness that from now on, my life would be markedly different from what it

had been. (How true this was I did not begin to realize at the time.) I

looked over at my beautiful bride. Her name is Jessie and she is an athletic

brunette with a sly smile, round breasts and a lovely pear-shaped ass. She

was 25 at the time of our marriage, but people constantly mistake her for a

teenager, even still. The look in Jessie's eyes was excited and we kissed

each other, our tongues exploring one another's mouths.

Soon, however, the stress leading up to our wedding, combined with the long

day itself caught up to us and we relaxed in our seats, enjoying the warmth

of the liquor and the slow gliding of the airplane. The cabin lights were

dimmed and only a few other passengers had their overhead lights on. We were

both dozing and the flight attendant brought us a blanket. I had been

half-heartedly trying to stay awake up until that point, but the warmth of

the blanket won me over. I don't know how long I slept, not long probably,

but I awoke to an unexpected sensation: I was aroused, and my cock was being

massaged. I opened my eyes groggily to find Jessie practically in my lap

with her hands under the blanket, slowly stroking me. I quickly peeked under

the blanket to verify what my other senses were telling me, and sure enough,

my lovely bride had not only managed to pull my dick out of my pants without

waking me, but she had also stimulated me to a rock-hard erection.

Actually, erections had been easy to come by (pardon the pun) of late, since

Jessie had suggested that we not make love for a month prior to our marriage

in an effort to make our honeymoon that much more special. I had reluctantly

agreed. So this was the first time her small hand had wrapped itself around

my cock in four weeks. She was slowly but firmly pumping me and I moaned

quietly, feeling at once drowsy, warm, relaxed and excited. Jessie ran her

other hand across my chest. "I'm looking forward to our honeymoon, my

husband. Are you?" I grunted an affirmative and she asked, "Now it wasn't

so hard [laughs] I mean difficult to wait for our honeymoon, was it? You

were a good boy, weren't you dear? You didn't masturbate either?" I shook

my head no, although I expected Jessie did not know how difficult that

particular request had been to abide by. "Good. Because now that we're

married I don't want you to masturbate any more, honey. I want you to save

it all for me. Okay?" I agreed, naturally, while my cock started to dribble

in her hand. She smiled and for a moment leaned over and took the head of my

dick into her mouth, causing me to gasp quietly at the intensity of the

sensation as she swirled her hot wet tongue around my swollen cockhead. Then

she pulled away, covering my nakedness with the blanket. "I can't wait 'til

we get to the hotel," she said, giving my bulge a pat. I was in complete

agreement.

When we landed in Hawaii it was after midnight. We had a limo waiting to

take us to our hotel. We were tired from the day, giddy with excitement,

hungover from drinking, trembling with lust, smitten by love. You name it.

We checked in quickly and retired to our gorgeous suite overlooking the

ocean. We immediately went to the balcony where we could feel the warm

breeze blowing off the ocean. We could hear the crashing surf and smell the

salt in the air. We held each other. "Last one in the jacuzzi's got to wash

the other one's feet!" Jessie challenged, bolting from my arms and dashing

across the bedroom, clothes flying off her in every direction. I left the

sliding-glass door open to the balcony and followed , making a half-hearted

effort to beat her into the bath, although I knew I couldn't win, as she was

already naked and in the bathroom with the jacuzzi half-full. As long as

she's naked, I thought, I win!

I entered the bathroom naked too, a bit embarrassed that my dick was already

bobbing straight out in front of me. Jessie had turned the lights down low

and had the jacuzzi churning away, bubbles popping to the surface like a

primordial hot spring. "I win!" she exclaimed from the comfort of the tub,

extending one leg above the water to point her foot at me. "You will be my

foot slave!" she commanded in a cartoonishly authoritative voice. I slid

into the jacuzzi across from her, her foot very nearly in my face. I took a

moment to savor the warm water and the tickling bubbles. And the jet stream

that was blowing under my ass and across my balls. It felt great.

I took her small, wet foot in my hand and started massaging, as best I could.

It's a little hard to figure out at first how to massage a foot, if you

haven't much experience. Feet are mostly bone on top so there's not much

that can be done there. The heel also just one big hard bit, so I mostly

rubbed my thumbs into Jessie's arch and stroked the ball of her foot, and

stretched and cracked her little toes like fingers. Then I did the same to

her other foot. "It's clear to me now that I'll have to teach my foot slave

proper massage technique!" she said with an exagerratedly exasperated air.

"For now, if you wish to please me you may kiss my feet." They were clean,

so I smiled and kissed the sole of one foot and then another. I had a mind

to start working my way up her legs to her tasty snatch, but found myself

stopped when a digit popped into my mouth. "Suck it," she said with an evil

smile. I pulled her foot out of my mouth to object, but suddenly felt my

cock being pinned to the floor of the jacuzzi by her other foot. It also

surprised me a bit to notice that my cock was even harder than before.

"Suck...my...toes..." she said in a not-so-cartoonish tone of command and I

bent forward, taking her big toe in my mouth and sucking on it like a big

nipple or a little cock. "...slave," she completed.

Having had enough of that I surged across the jacuzzi to grab my playful new

bride as she squealed and tried to escape my rough embrace. We were soon

locked in each other's arms, kissing passionately and deeply. She sat in my

lap in the warm water and I found breasts in my face and a hairy, slippery

pussy grinding against my long-suffering cock. I licked Jessie's nipples and

tried to shift my cock so that it would slide into my wife's velvety pussy,

but I didn't have any leverage and couldn't move enough to do it subtley.

Jessie knew what I was doing, though, and with a knowing look she slid out of

my arms and under the water, where she quickly found my raging hard-on again

and took me into her mouth in an interesting embrace of tongue, water, lips

and bubbles. Too soon, she had to come up for air. So my new bride wouldn't

drown, I lifted my hips so that my desperate cock was poking above the water,

wet hard and red. Jessie laughed softly at the sight. "Let's get in bed,"

she said.

We towelled off and I followed my wife's shapely bottom as she scampered onto

the bed. While she was still on her hands and knees, I grabbed her and bit

one of her asscheeks playfully, eliciting a surprising "OUCH!" from my love.

"What are you doing?!" she said, rolling over to protect her tender backside

from me. "That hurt." I apologized quickly, assuring her that I was just

playing and didn't mean to hurt her. "That's gonna bruise," she pouted, "I

think you need to kiss it and make it better," she said, smiling, and

presenting her ass to me again. "Yes. You have to kiss my ass now."

Eager to put this unpleasantness behind us (no pun), I quickly complied,

kneeling beside the bed and kissing the spot I had bitten, this time

eliciting an unexpected moan of pleasure. "Ooooh...yeah, kiss it some

more..." I was getting turned on now too and started kissing and licking

both of her asscheeks. They were round and firm, and any reservations I

might normally have had were avoided by the fact that we had just taken a

bath, and I knew my bride's ass to be squeaky clean. So when she moaned "My

asshole too," I only hesitated a moment. Soon I was probing her muscular

little button softly, feeling it open slightly under my ministrations. I

licked up and down the crack of her ass, which had a fine trail of hair in it

which retained a musky scent, not like shit as you might expect, but

something much more pleasant and primal. Jessie was moaning and sighing with

pleasure and my cock felt harder than it ever had. I could not resist giving

it a few strokes myself, spreading my precome over my glistening shaft.

On one of the downstrokes my tongue made a detour to Jessie's dripping pussy

and gave it an enthusiastic lick as well. "Yeah," she said, "eat me now." I

quickly buried myself in the task, happy to be on familiar turf. I licked my

wife's swollen pussy lips, nibbling on them gently. Following my bride's

sounds I quickly found myself paying almost exclusive attention to her

clitoris, my tongue swirling around and stabbing at it. Jessie was humping my

face enthusiastically when she finally came in a long orgasm. I almost came

too, in an empathetic display of excitement.

After a moment, Jessie turned around to sit on the edge of the bed. I was

still kneeling on the floor. "Have you been playing with yourself?" she

asked with a delighted smile. I realized my hand was still on my cock.

Before I could lie she said "Well, just don't make yourself come yet." She

paused, considering me a moment. "I like you like this," she said, "Eat me

some more." She lay back on the bed and I leaned forward, to trace around

her damp, hairy pussy. She moaned softly and I started alternating between

licking her lips and penetrating her with my tongue farther and farther each

time. Feeling a strange sense of freedom at having been caught stimulating

myself and having had that masturbation approved by my wife, I continued

stroking my enthusiastic dick, which was producing almost constant strings of

precome to run down my thighs. Soon I felt Jessie's legs on my back, pulling

me deeper into her, pressing my face into her soggy bush, then relaxing

across my back as though I was nothing more than a coffee table with a

tongue. Jessie came several times like that, moaning and grinding herself

into my face. When she finally pushed me away, I was drenched with both her

juices and mine and my cock seemed bigger than it had ever been. I felt

lightheaded with desire.

Jessie sat up on the edge of the bed and held her arms out to me. I stood and

we embraced, she still sitting, her arms around my waist, my hands in her

hair. Then she started kissing my chest while lightly stroking my back with

her hands. She licked my sensitive nipples and my cock bobbed in sympathy,

smearing precome across my wife's breasts. She slowly, agonizingly slowly,

kissed down my body, across my stomach, my hips. One of her hands snaked

between my legs to lightly stroke my swollen balls. Then that hand started to

massage my cock, softly at first while she continued to kiss around it, then

harder as she pumped more blood into my bloated cockhead. Finally, her small

hand gripping my dick around its base, Jessie started licking me. First her

slippery tongue ran across the head, then up and down the sides of my shaft

like I was her favorite flavor of popsicle, and she wanted to savor me.

Her other hand had started massaging my ass, holding me close to her. With

the other wrapped tightly around my dick, stroking me while her mouth

performed its wonders I felt wonderfully trapped by lust, bound and attached

by my errogenous zones until Jessie decided to free me. I could feel a

month's-worth of semen percolating, preparing to explode in the first of many

honeymoon orgasms. My whole marriage would be filled with my wife blowing me

like this. Whenever I want. Both her hands grabbed my ass then, pulling my

cheeks apart, pulling me into her hot mouth. She was deep-throating me. I

getting a blowjob on my honeymoon! Then we'll fuck all night! My wife's

gonna drink that month's- worth of come!

I was so lost in my ecstasy I didn't realize for a moment that Jessie had

stopped sucking me. What I thought it first to be that moment between one

suck and the next stretched on....'til I looked down and saw my bride holding

my dick in her fist again and looking at me with a smile. Still holding my

eyes with hers, she slowly ran her tongue along my straining, purple cock.

"I want you to wait," she said simply, slowly stroking my cock. "I like you

horny like this. And if we wait until tomorrow, I can keep you excited all

day."

I was dumbfounded. It was like she was speaking another language. Not fuck

my wife on the first night of our marriage? Not come? Did I hear that

right? "You're kidding, right?" I gasped, "I've been waiting a month..."

"I know," she said, standing and rubbing her hot body against mine, "and I

love you for it. Can you wait one more night for me....please," she asked,

kissing me before I could say "Hell no! Suck my dick like you started to!"

What can I say? I caved in, there in my love's embrace, and that set the tone

for the rest of our marriage. She comes. I wait. She gets massaged and

pampered. I kneel on the floor and stroke my own cock to frustration. But I

didn't realize on that first night that I'd allowed Jessie to set this

precedent that she can tease me into sexual slavery, and I'll love her for it.

I didn't know.

"Okay," I agreed finally. "But you promise tomorrow.."

"I promise," she said, hugging me again, all smiles. Then her hand ran down

my chest to my dripping cock. She started stroking it and my knees went

weak. "I'm going to love being married to you..."

After our honeymoon, Jessie and I proceeded with our new life together in a

mostly un-kinky fashion. We set up house, combined our checking accounts, had

our mail forwarded. All the mundane things that you do when you get married.

So I had several months' reprieve before Jessie renewed her campaign to

subjugate me, her new husband.

On a Friday, about three months after we were married, I returned home to find

Jessie already undressed, relaxing on the bed. Like any newlywed, I was

pleased by this sight and optimistically bounded onto the bed, still clothed.

"Hi honey," my bride said with a growing smile, "How was your day?" We made

small talk for a few minutes as I casually stroked my wife's beautiful body.

Jessie said she had kind of a bad day and could I give her a little massage?

Being the dutiful (and horny) husband, I readily agreed. Jessie rolled onto

her stomach while I kicked off my shoes and straddled her smooth, lightly

tanned body. "Use some oil," she said.

I got the massage oil from the nightstand drawer and applied it to her

shoulders, back and shapely ass, rubbing it in and loving the sensation as the

oil heated up and filled the room with its light almond aroma. I started on

Jessie's shoulders, where she keeps most of her tension, working out the knots

that I knew I would find there. Then I moved down , rubbing the muscles of

her lower back gently, and slowly creeping into more erogenous territory.

Soon I found myself rubbing the oil into her muscular asscheeks, spreading

them apart as I did so, affording me an occasional glimpse of the little brown

button of her anus as Jessie's sighs of relaxation slowly became moans of

arousal. Soon she was squirming around on the bed and thrusting her ass back

to meet my hand. I slipped my hand between her legs and started fingering her

already dripping pussy. After that, she didn't take long to look back over

her shoulder and give the terse command "Eat me," between gasps for breath.

She lay back on her stomach as I moved down on the bed and eased my face to

her slick cunt. Some of the lotion had slid down the crack of her ass and

into her pussy, making an unusual combination of flavors. I settled in,

feeling my hard cock pressing at once against the cool bedsheets and against

my hot stomach. At first I ran my tongue around her whole pussy, roaming

around from the lips and clit while intermittently pushing my tongue deep

inside her, a technique that always causes Jessie to pant and grunt with

delight. Finally I started concentrating more and more on her clitoris as her

moans became more intense. Soon she was pushing her drenched pussy back

against my face as she hugged a pillow to her chest and came loudly. She

just lay there for a minute, enjoying the afterglow and catching her breath.

I stayed between her legs, feeling my dick throb with anticipation. When she

recovered, she rolled over and looked at me. "Now that's what I call a

massage!" she said, smiling.

"Why do you still have all those clothes on?" she said, and I immediately

began to remedy that oversight. As I undressed, Jessie leisurely ran a hand

down her body to her pussy, absently rubbing it. Then she brought her finger

up to her face, smelling it curiously and then licking it. "Mmmmm...I like

that oil," she said as I tossed the last of my clothes to the floor and hopped

onto the bed, my cock at attention. "Why don't you spread some on that big

dick of yours, honey, so it'll be all tasty for me to suck on." I lay on the

bed alongside her and wiped my hands off on my dick, getting as much of the

excess lotion from between my fingers as I could. My wiping soon became

stroking as Jessie sensually licked my nipples and ran her hands up and down

my excited body. Ever since our honeymoon Jessie has enjoyed incorporating my

playing with myself as part of our foreplay and I've come to enjoy it as well,

especially when I'm stroking my hard cock and she takes the head in her hot

mouth, swirling her tongue around it. The juxtaposition of her soft, wet

tongue, and my rock-hard cock really excites me and makes me wish Jessie would

blow me like she used to do when we were dating. She still sucks me during

foreplay, but never lets me get off that way. When we first started going out

I used to shoot heavy loads down Jessie's gulping throat. In fact, I was

hoping once we were married I could coax her into blowing me more often. What

man doesn't want a wife who'll drop to her knees and give him a wet, slutty

blowjob after a long day at work?

I was thinking this as I stroked my slippery dick, the head growing darker and

fuller, the veins standing out in stark relief as Jessie kissed and stroked

her way down my body, closer and closer to my throbbing, dripping cock. I

could feel her breath on my bulbous glans. Just as I thought I was about to

get sucked Jessie looked up and said, "Shit! Look at the time! We better get

ready! Did you forget we were going to the movies tonight?" Hell yes I'd

forgotten! At that moment I think I'd forgotten what day of the week it was.

But I knew from the mischievous twinkle in her eyes that she hadn't forgotten.

She had timed our little interlude just right and was enjoying my current

predicament. I looked at her, my horny dick still clenched in my fist while

she leaned close to whisper sexily in my ear, "Don't worry, big fella. We'll

have lots of fun tonight when we get home." With that she leaned down and

slowly licked the pre-come off the head of my dick. I gasped at the sudden

sensation. And with a little smile on her face Jessie slowly deep-throated

me, once, all the way down and all the way back up. The warm wetness of her

mouth felt magnificent and I almost shot my load right there, but she

immediately jumped up and scampered toward the bathroom. At the door she

turned and said, "Better hurry up, honey, or we'll be late. Oh, and..." she

smiled brightly, "...don't wear underwear."

It felt strange to have my semi-hard dick banging around inside my relaxed-fit

jeans. Actually, my jeans were a size or so too big for me, since I'd lost

about 15 pounds before our wedding and I hadn't replaced my casual clothes at

that point. But Jessie had suggested I wear them, and I soon realized why.

In the car on the way to the theater she snuggled up next to me, rubbing my

thighs and kissing my neck. Soon my dick was hard again, tenting my jeans.

She rubbed my bulge appreciatively and licked her lips. Due to my recent

weight loss she was able to easily push my jeans down, exposing most of my

frustrated cock. All the way to the theater she continuously sucked and

licked my excited dick. I felt trapped in my bucket seat. I couldn't move

back or sideways. Moving up only thrust me deeper into her sucking mouth. I

couldn't come for fear of having a wreck, and Jessie would not have allowed

that anyway. Whenever I would get close to coming, she would stop to look up

at me and stroke my cock lightly, keeping me just on the verge of orgasm.

"Mmmmm...I like an excited husband," she said. "With a big...." licking up

the shaft "....horny..." down the other side "...swollen..." just taking the

head in hear mouth and licking it like an ice cream cone "...purple..." deep

throating me then, my come building, she pulled away with a slurp "...cock..."

she said, smiling, with a firm grip on the base of my dick. She kept me hard

all the way to the movie theater.

I was shaking as I gave the ticket-tearer our tickets. I was afraid she would

think I was having a heart attack. In the dark movie theater, for the next

two hours Jessie gave me the same treatment, stroking and stopping, sucking

and stopping, teasing me, making my cock drizzle endlessly in my oversize

pants.

She would whisper in my ear things like "Your cock is so big and hard.

Maybe I'll keep you like this all night." "Are you horny, honey? What would

you do for an orgasm, hmmm?" "I wish my girlfriends could see what a good,

horny, obediant husband I have. Maybe I'll invite them over later..." I

couldn't tell you what movie we saw if my life depended on it.

After the movie, on the way home, Jessie left me alone. She relaxed in her

seat and yawned. "I don't know why I'm so tired all of a sudden," she said

and my heart sank, "Maybe we should wait for tomorrow to have sex...would you

mind?" But I had been teased too long to be put off. I was going to come

that night, if at all possible. I told her that I needed to come, to please

let me come. She couldn't tease me all night and then not let me come!

Jessie slid over next to me and put her hand on my thigh, causing my cock to

throb. She smiled enigmatically and said, "Well, we'll see..." At home, I

undressed in record time and jumped in bed. My wife, on the other hand,

seemed to be taking an eternity. It was all I could do to keep from just

beating off, replaying in my mind all the sexy things Jessie had done to me

earlier in the day. Soon, although I hadn't been touched by my wife in an

hour, I was rock-hard and dripping again.

Finally she came into the darkened room, naked, carrying a pair of my white

bikini underwear. "Here, put these on," she said, tossing them to me. I

wondered what she was up to, but I put them on anyway. My teased cock just

fit into them and immediately started soaking the front panel with its

enthusiasm. She climbed into bed and crawled over to rest one leg across my

thighs, while she lightly ran her fingers up and down my torso. I tried not

to thrust my cock up to meet her hand. "Are you sure you can't wait until

tomorrow?" she asked innocently. Again I begged her to let me come. Finally

she said, "Well, if you're that desperate, your cock should be plenty big and

hard. Tell you what. I don't really feel like fucking tonight, but I will

give you a blowjob, on one condition." As she spoke, she pulled both my arms

up over my head and held them there, looking in my eyes. "I've been teasing

your cock so much tonight that you should be able to make it pop right out of

those tiny underwear, right? So I'll suck however much you can push out of

them. But you can't use your hands, deal?" I reluctantly agreed, and she let

go of my arms, telling me to leave them there.

Tentatively, I tried flexing my cock. I could see the head throb, and another

drop of pre-come oozed out of my white undies. I could see the head of my

cock just beginning to peek out under the elastic. Again I flexed my dick.

It grew a little longer, a little harder. Jessie was watching it like a cat

watches a mouse. "That's it, honey, you can get your big ol' cock out of

those flimsy panties. Come on. Do it." She began running her hands across

my sensitive chest and I tried flexing my dick and thrusting my hips up at the

same time. That seemed to work better, with nearly half my cockhead coming

briefly into view. Soon I was humping the air in an absurd pantomime of sex,

the only resistance provided by Jessie's leg, still thrown across my thigh.

Soon it became apparent that the underwear was small, but not small enough.

My cock seemed to be about to pop out any second. The head would poke halfway

out, but the elastic prevented it from popping all the way out. But with

every stroke I could see it getting darker and darker, turning the color of a

ripe plum. Jessie offered encouragement. "Oooh...just a little more, baby.

Let me see that dick. Ummm. All that lubrication you're making should just

make it that much easier. Come on, honey, don't you want me to suck your big,

fat cock? Oh, if you had just another inch I'd be sucking it by now...you'd

be coming like crazy and I'd be gulping down your jism. If your dick was an

inch or two bigger maybe you could make me do what you wanted. But it's not

and you do what I want." Her teasing words were driving me crazy, but I

could not seem to get my dick all the way out. As the swollen head peeked

halfway out once more, Jessie leaned down and licked the part of it that was

momentarily exposed. "Oh honey, you're so close...can't you make it just a

little longer and I'll suck you dry..."

Finally, after about 30 minutes of this, the top of my underwear was soaked

with precome, I was at once very tired and excited beyond belief, and it was

obvious that my dick was not coming out on its own. Crazed with horniness, I

begged my wife to show mercy. "Please honey," I said, "please let me come.

Help me out. I'll do anything you say. Just let me come tonight."

Jessie sat back, considering, "Anything I say, huh? I hope you realize what

you're offering, lover. I can be very demanding you know." Right then I

didn't care. I would've done anything, and I told her so. "Okay," she said,

"I'll let you come tonight but that's the last time you'll get to come until

next weekend. And only then if you've been good. And that means no jerking

off behind my back, either. And you'll have to do everything I say

all...next...week." With that she squeezed my throbbing cock for emphasis,

sending another thick drop of seminal fluid oozing out of my underwear. She

scooped it up on a finger and brought it to my lips. I hesitated and she

said, "Anything I want, dear. I want us to be clear that means you'll be my

slave to do with as I please." She smiled wickedly and I licked the seminal

fluid off her finger.

"Good slave," she said, still smiling. "All right," she said, rolling over on

top of me and straddling my face, "To seal this deal you will kiss your

wife's ass, like a good slave-husband." She lowered her ass to my face and I

quickly found myself engulfed in a world where the only sound, smell and taste

was that of my wife's pungent flesh. I kissed and licked her, gasping for

breath when she would lift up momentarily. "Tongue me," I heard her say

during one of those brief moments and I stuck my tongue as far as I could

inside her, wriggling it around and licking her like the desperate slave that

I was. That I am. Finally she came, grinding her ass into my face. After

taking a few moments to regain her composure, she climbed off of me and lay on

the bed, facing me. For a giddy moment I thought she was going to blow me.

She raised herself up so that she was only and inch or so above my straining

cock.

"Baby, I told you earlier the only way I'd make you come was if you could make

your dick pop out of your underwear by yourself," she said she pulled down my

soaked underwear, finally exposing my desperate member, "and although I've

agreed to give you some release, I'm not letting you out of our earlier

arrangement. I'm not going to make you come, you are," she said she she

allowed her beautiful breasts to brush against my cock.

She took first one of my hands from over my head, and then the other, placing

them on my cock. As if they had minds of their own my hands wrapped around my

tortured dick and began pumping it, using my own pre-come for lubrication.

One hand was wrapped around the shaft and with the other I massaged my aching

balls. "That's it, my little slave," Jessie said, "beat your meat for me.

Shoot a big load, baby." I don't think my cock's ever been harder in my

life. As I was pumping it, my dick would sometimes rub against her smooth,

cool stomach and soft swaying breasts providing a sensual contrast to the way

my flesh felt, hot and hard. Jessie teasingly chewed on my neck and licked my

hard nipples as I shamelessly pumped my distended dick. "You're the husband

I've always wanted, slave. Come now. Come a lot so there'll be plenty for

you to eat." With that my swollen cock exploded. I've never had such an out-

of-control orgasm, and Jessie was right on top of it, catching semen on her

stomach and quickly surrounding my jetting dick with her soft tits. Soon they

 were covered with my thick jism. While I was still panting, trying to catch

my breath, I found a dripping nipple pressed into my mouth. "Eat it up,

slave," Jessie said, "Lick all your creamy semen up. And I hope you like the

taste, baby, because you're gonna be eating it regularly." My face smeared

with my own come, my mouth full of tit, I looked at my new bride to see if she

was kidding. There was no smile on her face as she said, "I know you wanted

me to suck your cock, honey, but I'm finished with that now. You're the one

who's gonna be on your knees, eating me out and slurping up come. And that's

just the beginning..."