Her First Toy

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Her First Toy
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Christine sighed. She had everything in place. Her kids were at school. Her husband was at work. She bit her lower lip and finished lighting the last candle. For the past few weeks she'd been practicing each word, each movement, and each step until she was practically dreaming about it every night. Now as she took another calming breath, pressing her palm to her stomach, she closed her eyes and started to say a prayer. She stopped and thought perhaps that was bad luck, but then she looked over at the four-leaf clover, horseshoe, lucky penny from 1979, and her son's pet rabbit (all feet included) and thought, "I'll toss in the prayer too." She said her prayer, opened her eyes and stepped into the circle of magic.

There was no bright light, or billowing cloud of smoke, then again there wouldn't be, Christine hadn't done anything yet. She closed her eyes and breathed in the smell of incense that filled the room. She chatted special words and pronounced each one correctly. She then dribbled salt all over herself and added some frog urine from her son’s amphibian cage that she’d cleaned out the night before and dribbled that on the ground at her feet.

Christine sighed, muttered more incantations, spun around half a dozen times and then grabbed the bottle she’d purchased at the Physic’s shop and whispered the final words to all the spells she’d combined, before flinging “Love Water” all over the place.

Christine closed her eyes and waited. She stayed that way for ten minutes. Her feet bare. Her robe cinched tight around her, hiding her large breasts and ample hips. Eventually, she opened her eyes and looked around. She sighed and felt her shoulders slacken. “You really didn’t expect it to work did you?” she asked herself.

She stepped out of the circle and looked at the only living thing in the room, the rabbit. “Well, at least your still here.” She took the small tan rabbit off the counter and placed it on the floor. The little leash that her son insisted it wear, when he took it for walks around the house, was attached to a dining room table leg. The bunny followed her as she moved around the kitchen cleaning up the mess she’d made.

“I just wanted a man. I don’t think that is to much to ask for,” she rattled on. She was talking to herself, but the rabbit’s eyes kept following her. She looked at it and bent down, stroked his ears and smiled. “You’re an easy listener. You know that.”

Christine stood back up and winked. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go outside and get you some more clover.”

She slipped on her sandals and went out the back door, her eyes searching out the greenest batch of grass she could find. She bent down and tore handfuls of the green foliage and tucked it into her fist. The sun shone bright and the April breeze caressed her skin. She chuckled at herself and at how foolish she’d been. “Idiot,” she whispered to the wind.

She headed back to the house and entered the kitchen. Her jaw fell open. Her eyes started to roll to the back of her head, but she managed to stay somewhat alert. “Oh my fuckin’ God!” She made the sign of the cross and then quickly remembered she wasn’t Catholic and prayed for forgiveness.

“Ummm... hi. Where’s my rabbit?” she asked the naked man staring at her, a leather leash hung from a stainless steel collar that encircled his neck.

 

[poohlive]

There was nothing here. He didn't understand it. As the hair receded from his body, tucking into his tanned skin, he looked with new and bright eyes at the room around him.

What were these things? Ancient forums of knowledge tucked through him, making light of some things that were now in the room. House, chairs, cups, floor. Yes, some of the things he knew. Others were foreign and strange.

It all went away the moment he saw his Mistress though. He smiled, looking her up and down. Oh, was she not the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful woman he had ever met? His desire was immense, his cock already rigid just at the sight of her.

He moved, coming up next to her, his lips arleady on her neck, nuzzling, licking, nibbling at the soft tender flesh.

"Oh, Mistress," He purred, his fingers wandering, trailing over her skin, moving to fumble for her robe, to get it open. The soft tender flesh under it was so close, and he needed to touch.

He needed her.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Christine shivered at the man's touch. It took her a moment to realize that he was what he was... a man that she'd created. "Oh fuck," she hissed and placed her palms on his shoulders. "Damn," she muttered as she felt the rippling muscles. "Umm... you can't umm do that." She angled her head, allowing him access as she felt the draft of air caress her skin. "Mmmm..." she moaned.

"Wait!" she coughed and squeezed his arm. "Good lord," she squeezed him again. She then looked down. "Fuck!"

Her eyes grew wide at the swollen cock pressed against her stomach. "I am good... well I mean..." She shifted nervously as he continued to tease her skin and whisper into her ear.

"Mmm... It wasn't supposed to work."

Christine felt herself melting against him. "No!" she shouted and stepped back, putting distance between them. Her fingers gripped the counter as she walked backwards. She knocked over a bowl of fruit and then hit the dining room table with her ass. Chrisitine stopped and stared at her Adonis.

Her robe hung open. Her nipples were erect and obviously aroused. Her sex was throbbing harder then it ever had with her husband Henry. She licked her lips and thought of how wonderful it would be to lick his rippling chest.

"Breath," she told herself. "In... out.... In... out...." She swallowed again and studied the nude God in front of her.

"Do you have a name and... we need to find you some clothes."

Her eyes roamed his body and she heard a whimper escape her as she imagined his cock and her pussy. She shook her head. "What am I thinking? I can't cheat on Henry... I really wasn't expecting it to work." she kept telling herself as she devoured the man in front of her with her soft brown eyes.

 

[poohlive]

He kneeled down to the floor, picking up the different pieces of fruit that fell onto the floor. He recognized some, apples, bananas. They looked delicious, other ones he was unsure. An orange one, and green. It must be fuit like the others. He put them all back in the bowl, forgetting them.

"You may call me whatever you like, Mistress. I am yours."

He came to her, holding his hands up. He could see the fear in her eyes, as well as the desire.

"It's ok. I know it might be confusing. But, you don't have to worry about it. There is no need for all this uncomfort."

He moved behind her, rubbing her shoulders, massaging her as she stood there, nearly naked and confused. The passion never left him, and for a moment he wanted to do nothing more than grab her hair, throw her over the counter and fuck her right here, but he had to wait.

She would want it soon enough, but now she needed comfort, now she needed safety. He did not kiss her, only rubbed her tense shoulders, digging deep into the knots of her back.

"You are so tense, Mistress. Is there a bed we can go to? I can lay you down, get some oils to cover you, and give you a better massage."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

“You don’t have a name?” she asked, forgetting his answer if he even gave one as he began working away the knots in her shoulders. “Mmm...” she leaned against him and sighed. “Oh god that feels good.” It wasn’t sexual for her, well not completely. Christine closed her eyes and tilted her head as he kneaded her flesh.

“It’s been so long,” she whispered. She hadn’t had a neck massage in years, if ever really. Henry would touch her skin, but not for long, just a couple of strokes and he was done. But this. . .this was unbelievable. It was magic. That thought brought her up short and she sighed moving away from him.

“Magic. . .I made you from magic. You don’t have a name though? You just are there?? I mean here?”

Her fingers slipped to the collar and the leash. “You were a rabbit. My son’s rabbit. I wasn’t expecting that.” She chewed on her lower lip. “Sebastian. The rabbit was named Sebastian. Oh fuck! The rabbit. Get dressed we have to go to the pet store. I have to find another rabbit.”

She looked around and saw there were no clothes. “Damn...come on.” Christine grabbed his wrist and pulled him along with her. They went up the stairs and turned left toward the Master bedroom. “Stay put, I’ll find you something to wear.” She ran to her closet and looked through her husband’s clothes. “This will have to do.”

She came back and tossed the clothes on the bed. “You get dressed and we’ll go to the Pet Store.” She turned away to let him dress in privacy. Her eyes locked on the picture of her and her husband. "Oh fuck," she muttered. "Where do I put you?" she muttered under her breath. She thought of this while she waited for her new pet to get dressed.

 

[poohlive]

"We could just stay here," He said, coming up behind her, his hands moving down her arms, caressing the simple soft skin just below her robes. THeir hands met together, fingers moving as one, catching each other in one of those fantastic webs. He licked at her ear lobe gently.

"How long has it been, my mistress? Since you were touched like this. Since a man was here, wanting to fuck you, needing to be inside you."

Flush against her body like this, his cock was pressing against her ass. He moved it slightly, pushing it between them. He guided one of her hands down to touch it, to feel it.

"I need you, My mistress. I am only here to serve you. Whatever fantasy you wish."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

“Mmmm...” she leaned against him, her fingers moving back and forth on his cock. He was so persuasive. Was that part of the spell? She couldn’t remember. All she wanted was a willing lover, one that only wanted to please her, to fuck her, to make her come. That was all she desired. “God he smells so good,” she thought to herself as her fingers moved over the head of his sex.

Her robe rubbed against her skin as he moved pressed against her and licked her ear. “Ohhh Sebastian... I,” she swallowed her words and took a deep breath. Her breast rose high and she wiggled her ass against him. She turned around in his arms, releasing his cock in the process.

Her fingers lay on his chest and she felt the heat of his skin on hers. “Damn, you are so real,” she muttered. She bit her lip and looked down at her opened robe and his swollen shaft. “We... ohhh...” she moaned and pouted. “It has been a long time.”

She trailed a finger down his chest and watched one of his nipples grow harder. “He comes home from work and tells me he can’t sleep so he comes in me and then leaves.” She whispered as she played with the head of his sex. She watched it jerk and she smiled. Then she saw the glint of her diamond, the light in the room catching it. “No Sebastian.”

Christine stepped back and pointed to the clothes. “Get those on and we’ll go find a pet rabbit.” She turned around and walked to her closet to pick out her clothes and shoes. She had her dress and headed to the bathroom, leaving the door partially open in case Sebastian needed her. Her body was tingling with excitement. Her sex throbbing and her mind screaming at her, wondering what to do with the naked man outside her door.

 

[poohlive]

"Mistress wants me to get dressed, I will get dressed."

He began putting on shoes, unsure how to tie them. They seemed so complicated. But, they fit his feet well. He went to grab the pants, when he heard a knock from downstairs.

"Hellooo..."

Curious, looknig downstairs, he went to go see who it was.

"Christine, I wanted to go over the baking times for-"

He opened the front door, looking at this woman. She was about the same age as Mistress, blonde hair, and had an apple pie in her hand. It smelled terrific.

"I am sorry. My mistress is upstairs getting dressed."

The woman stared at him, her jaw dropping at the sight of this perfect male, cock still hard, leash hanging from his neck. He gave a small smile.

"Would you like to come in? She will be down in just a minute."

"Oh my God. I never knew... what is going on? Where is Christine?"
She had moved back, holding her applie pie away as if he were going to take it.

"I'm sorry for interfering. I didn't know..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Christine heard the knock and thought nothing of it until she felt the presence of Sebastian leave the room. “Oh fuck, NO!” she screamed the last word as she ran from the room and down the hall, then down the steps. Her robe was still open, now flapping in the wind that was created by her running. “Seba-,” she stopped. It was to late. She stared at his rock hard ass and Edith Rogers was getting a birds-eye view of a swollen cock.

She ran in front of Sebastian further shocking her neighbor with her unclad state. “Oh ummm... Edith. I ...” she quickly swallowed and tied her robe closed, pushing her hand against Sebastian’s chest. “I’m sorry. This is Sebastian... he’s a... umm... cousin. He’s ill,” she whispered the last words. She bit her lip.

“He said he was you were his Mistress...”

“Ohhh good grief. He is a disturbed. It is so sad. He was in a car accident and it destroyed his memories. He thought he was a rabbit a minute ago!” She tried to shut the door.

“Umm... why are you both..” She pointed to the robe and tried to get a better view of the man behind the half closed door.

“I was getting a bath ready for myself. I thought he was in the basement getting dressed. I didn’t know how damaged his mind is. Think of him as a child. . .ummm. . . like a four year old playing Knights. He and ... ummm.... Tyler were playing King and Queen before Tyler went to school. I thought he was done. . .looks like he was about to change from his pajamas to his street clothes when you knocked. I’m soooo sorry.”

“Well... it looks strange Christine, but... well.. Are you sure you're okay with him. He’s so,” she looked around the woman’s shoulder. “Large.”

“No shit,” Christine muttered. “I mean, I’m fine. He’s a pussy cat when you give him what he wants, just like a kid.” Christine looked around and her eyes latched onto the pie. “Ohhh... how wonderful you’re trying the new recipe. Forty-five minutes and then let it cool. Enjoy! I have to ummm... help Sebastian.”

She slammed the door and locked it. Her eyes met his. “You can’t answer the door! At least not yet. Her eyes took in his huge cock and she moaned. “Does it ever go down?” she asked.

 

[poohlive]

He pushed her against the door, his body holding her there, pinning her against his hard body and the wood behindi her. His lips coming to meet hers for the first time, kissing her, his tongue coming out to taste his mistress.

"There is one way," He purred, opening her robe once more, his hands moving down her body, pressing against her already hard nipples, squeezing them in his hand.

"I can take you right here, if you wish," He whispered in her ear, pushing her robe out of the way, his hands coming down to the small V of her sex. Already hot, already wet. He touched it gently, carefully, his finger filling with her juice.

"I want you," He pessed himself against her, his cock sliding between her slit, so close to her, touching themselves. He gasped aloud, kissing her, holding her.

"Please, mistres..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Christine bit her lip and moaned softly. His fingers melted her skin and she felt her resolve slipping away from her. His mouth had felt like liquid silk sliding over her tongue. She’d sighed and tasted him for the first time and wanting more. “Ohhh...” she purred against his lips. He pulled away to open her robe and she felt his fingers moving down her skin. “Sebastian. . .I. . .” she whimpered.

She’d always wanted to be taken against a wall... a door... a counter. All her fantasy came to mind and the reason why she’d used magic came back to her. He touched her pussy and she groaned in lust. “Ohhh.. Please,” she whispered, spreading her legs further. Her juices were raging at his touch. He knew just where to caress her.

When he pressed the head of his cock against her opening she almost died. “Yes...ohh fuck yes,” she growled out as she used her own strength to lift herself up. She grabbed his shoulders and jumped just enough to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

“Fuck your Mistress Sebastian....” She felt her body tingle and she was slick with juice. She buried her noise into his neck and felt her pussy rubbing against the thick hard cock head. The honey dripped down from her sex and coated his, adding to the already oozing pre cum. She growled into his ear for him to take his Mistress hard and fast.

 

[poohlive]

He lifted her up by her ass, his cock shifting just enough to slip inside her. In one swift motion thrust he was deep inside his Mistress. He could feel he was tight, had never taken a cock like his before. How long had it been, months, years since she's had a man inside her?

He eased back, just the head of his cock inside her. He didn't want to hurt her. He knew she wanted it rough, but her first time should be more gentle, more tender.

He moved down to her now useless robe covering only her shoulders and back. His tongue came out, licking at her nipples, getting them nice and hard. He pulled each one into his mouth, licking, sucking, biting gently.

"That's right my mistress, it is all for you. I am all for you," He pushed inside her, easing her onto him. He let her feet touch the ground, just enough to give her leverage, move along his cock as it buried inside her warm wet pussy.

He had to control himself not to fuck her senseless. One hand holding her up, while the other snaked down to her clit, rubbing it furiously.

"Do you like it?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Christine’s eyes rolled back as she hung onto her Adonis. He was full of all the dreams that she’d ever had. The thick cock, the rippling abs. He was like those bronzed porn stars she masturbated to when her husband was at work, but damn as he thrust into her, she knew he was no fantasy.

When his mouth latched onto her nipple she felt her nectar slip down and cover him further. “Oh fuck me. . .you are amazing,” she hissed. Her fingers buried themselves in his thick curls and she pushed his head back down to her breast. “Yes I like it, don’t stop!” she told him.

She pushed down on him, her lust growing as they continued to fuck slowly. She ground her hips into his and pulled his head from her nipple. “Look. . .I want you to fuck me hard and fast. If I wanted gentle I would have fucked Henry.”

Christine covered his mouth with her’s and thrust her tongue in between his lips. Her tongue slammed against his and she reached down with her hand and twisted his left nipple. “Fuck me slave, or be punished,” she growled into his lips before thrusting her tongue in again.

She felt wonderful. The shock was long gone, she knew she would do whatever she had to in order to keep her creation, because she was so not letting this toy go.

 

[poohlive]

"Yes mistress," His cock tingled with excitement as he pushed deep inside her. He fucked her now, he had to pull her back up against the door. He fucked her hard, their bodies crashing against the door, over and over again. Nothing could stop him, slow him down. He had turned into a jackhammer, plunging deep inside her.

He covered her mouth with his own, kissing her, until he felt her cry out from the pleasure. He then left her to her own squeals of delight, moving down to her neck. He bit her, hard enough to leave marks, hard enough for her to feel it all the way through her body. It didn't break the skin, not yet. He didn't want to hurt his mistress, but he did want her to feel the pain.

Her pussy allowed him deep access, opening up with each thrust inside her. They were moving like some well oiled machine, him pistoning, her legs spread open wide, her arms tight around him, open, willing. He fucked her as hard as he could, as much as he could, everything that she wanted.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Christine’s fingers wrapped into Sebastian’s hair. She ground her pussy against his cock, feeling his balls slam against her. Her clit was rubbed and stroked by his flesh as they meshed together. She bit at his skin, returning the pleasure and the pain. “That’s right, Mistress. . .I’m your Mistress. I made you didn’t I. Oh fuck!” she hissed into his ear as her body began to spiral out of control.

She could feel everything. The wood of the door, the clenching of his fingers on her ass as he pumped into her. Christine felt the head of his cock, the sides of her sex clamped onto his shaft. “Oh fuck yes. . .oh damn,” she squealed as she climaxed around his swollen dick. “Ohhhh...ohhhh....oh my God!”

Christine’s back arched, her legs tightened and she threw her head back pressing it against the sturdy plank of the front door. She felt the flood of her juices leave her and cascade over him. Her eyelids rose then fell as the staggering emotions erupted from deep inside. She was on a cloud and the fact that it was something she’d created just for her was wonderful.

For years she’d given up everything to be the perfect housewife, now as she pressed her come-soaked pussy against her lover and ordered him to come inside her, she knew it was about time she’d done something for herself. “Come for me slave. . .I want to feel it shoot up inside me. Do it!” she told him, adding a bite to his neck and sucking hard.

 

[poohlive]

His cock purged with heat and strength as she held onto him. He pumped deep inside her, loving the sounds she made as she finally came all over his cock. The juices easily flowed down his leg, her pussy walls squeezing him inside, holding him deep within her.

She ordered him to cum, and he could only obey her command. It was as if his mind were just waiting for her orders, as he pushed her hard against the door, angled himself as far as he could, and then erupted in a surge of pain and pleasure mixed.

A mix of their juices swirled together. He could feel it. His cock buried as far as it could go, unable to move. He could not move, his muscles had tightened to steel around her, forcing them together.

It was until a moment later, the last spasms of his cock trickled within her tightened walls letting go of the final drops of his seed that he left her. There was a slick sound as they finally seperated, a wave of juices flowing down her thighs.

"Allow me, Mistress," He moved down her body now, on his knees, licking at her thighs. Their juices has trickled down, his tongue coming to slowly lick at each trail that fell from her used pussy.

It had this angry red around it, the lips staying open because of his girth. They would soon close, leaving her delicate flower of a sex once more, but for now they were seperate and wide, the pussy of a whore. He loved it, his lips coming to meet hers, his tongue slipping inside her sex, licking at the mess he had made.

She tasted of honey and lavender, he could not get enough.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Christine would have collapsed had it not been for the door behind her. She was in a whole new world as the morning sun cascaded through her windows and the particles of dust floated softly in its rays. She was not aware of anything except the exquisite pleasure of feeling the release of the man inside her pussy. When he exploded inside her, following her command she too came again, the orgasm wonderful and full of lust.

When he left her slick opening she knew it was over and he would disappear. Henry would have rolled over in the bed, had they fucked there and told her, “Thanks, now I can sleep.” She figured Sebastian would walk off and shower or hit the TV. She didn’t expect the wet tongue to skate up her thigh and begin washing away the evidence of their mating. “Oh fuck,” she hissed when she understood his intent.

Her first thought was one of confusion. Why was he doing that? Henry never touched her orally after coming. Her second thought consisted of something in audible or form worthy as she lost control of her subconscious and began to ride her slave’s face. “Ohhh... ohhh fuck... don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Her fingers abandoned the door knob and his shoulder to drive into his head and she pushed him against her slick pussy. She could feel his mouth eating her and she loved it. He was cleaning her very thoroughly and she welcomed every thrust of his thirsty mouth.

Each lap he made, sent another flame of heat through her system. “Yes! Oh God! Yes!” she shouted. Her voice was growing hoarse. Her lungs hurt. Her toes curled into the floor as he fucked her. “Come. . .ohhh fuck. . . Don’t stop. . .I want to come again.” she growled thickly as her heat sat on the edge of a massive explosion.

 

[poohlive]

"You can cum mistress. You can always cum. I want you to cum, and you know I will always be here to lick you clean afterwards."

He spoke, looking up at her, on his knees, his eyes hungry, pools of lust and desire spinning together in the soft pupils. He let two fingers lunge into her, pushing back and forth as fast as he could make them go. With her already slick and open, the fingers had no resistance.

"Please cum for me, "He urged, his tongue licking the juice as it fell from her. Small trickles that he lapped up.

"Cum for me mistress, cum in my mouth," His mouth covered his fingers, and his tongue pushed inside her as well. They all pushed together, fucking her once more, licking, tasting, touching. He even moved his thumb so it could rub agaisnt her clit.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

“Ohhh fuck! Yes!” she screamed. The sound of her lust echoed through the room. She felt her body empty for him as the spray of liquid heat erupted from deep inside her. His fingers scraped along the fleshy sides of her cunt as did his tongue. She felt the pressure of him sucking her clean, lapping at her sex and devouring her cunt.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ,” she hissed. She couldn’t breath. She tried. She tried desperately, but couldn’t seem to get enough air. Her fingers pulled his face from her cunt and she dropped to her knees, pushing him away as she did.

“Lay still,” she growled. Her mouth moved to take in his cock, already showing signs of potentially being full and ready again. “Fuckin’ amazing.”

Her fingers wrapped around the hardening shaft and she raised it up, stroking his dick with firm long motions. Her tongue ran over her lips and she began a slow steady trail of bites around his groin. She nuzzled his balls with her nose, savoring the scent and then licking away the wet come that was drying on the velvet sack.

Her mouth continued up his cock. She sucked on the flesh. Licked it. Pulled it gently between his teeth and then lapped over the swollen veins, from the base to the tip. Her eyes locked with his and she opened her mouth, her hand guiding his cock to her moist, eager lips.

She took him in deeply and began fucking him with the desire of a woman in heat and wanting nothing more then the carnal pleasure long denied her.

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, mistress yes," He bit his lower lip, the fresh taste of sex came to him, making his mouth water all over again. How could he ever get enough of his mistress, her wonderful taste, her perfect legs, beautiful skin, fuckable pussy and now, as he felt it for the first time, her warm wet velvet mouth.

He did not thrust into her mouth, although he wanted to, his hips quivering with the thought. It would be better to wait, watch his mistress savor her cock. She wanted to taste it, lick it, discover a cock for the first time, both curiosity and hunger playing along those reddened lips.

"That's it," He growled at her, once he could feel her start to suck his cock, taking it deeper, "Good mistress."

His hands moved up around her head, caressing her hair. Fingers slipped through them, holding her tight to his cock, beginning to push her. He needed to control the situation now. With her on her knees, begging for more.

"This is what my mistress wants isn't it?" He grabbed her head, pushing it further onto his cock, his hips bucking now, thrusting into her. He fucked her mouth, his eyes never leaving hers, the intent never straying from them in the moment.

"She wants to be fucked like this, used. Cum in every hole, pouring out, begging for more, is that it, Mistress?"

He could feel himself at the back of her throat, pushing further, not stopping until she said so. He wanted her to take it, needed his mistress's mouth to envelop his entire cock.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Christine was slick with juice. Her face was covered in the sweet aroma of their mating as she pulled and suckled from his cock. Her teeth grazed the sides. Her tongue stroked and pressed against the front of his head. She twisted the flesh of his dick to the left then the right as she bobbed up and down on his shaft.

When his fingers pushed into her hair, a series of tingles ran through her veins and she loved the feel of his hands on her head. As she fucked him with her mouth, her slave Sebastian holding her down, she felt as if she were becoming a woman all over again. Yes, she’d given birth. Her children wonderful creations that she never regretted, but this was so different then any sex she’d ever had before. This was new. Exciting. Fun.

Her pussy muscles clenched tight as she slipped her mouth deeper. Suddenly she stopped and released his cock, her eyes burning with his. She turned her body. Her cunt now hovering over his face, her mouth hovering over his stiff cock, that glistened in the morning sunbeams.

“Do it,” she growled. “I want you covered in my scent. I want your come everywhere inside me, on me. . .”

Christine had no more words to say. She opened her mouth and again slammed the thick muscle down her throat urging her lover to come into her mouth so she could feast on his sweet seed.

 

[poohlive]

He had to lick his lips invitingly as he saw her pussy once more come towards him. Her thighs grasped his head, once more closing off the rest of the world. The world itself never had been very big to begin with for him. She was his world, and her enjoyment was all he craved.

That and the juice running down her thigh. He craved that more than anything. Once more his tongue snaked out, following the smooth trails back up her creamy thighs. He spread her lips open, revealing the pink meat beneath. Still fuckable, still lickable, still lovable.

He had done all three in the less than an hour.

He rammed his tongue into her without warning. It gave her no time to do anything but take it, his fat tongue invading her. A hot pink cock that moved and wiggled, stretching one side of her, licking the other. He could press down against her pussy walls, then up, swirling as his mouth lay open below, catching the drops of juice that now flowed freely from her.

He could not last long, not in a mouth like that. She drove on expertise and passion, her lust finally overpowering her. It felt sad, that it had been so long. She suffered through so much in life that she lost the simple feelings of being loved, wanted, of needing a cock stuffing her throat. All women had these needs, urges inside them.

Most men didn't realize it.

He had to cry aloud around her red pussy walls, as he once again came for her. His cock stood straight up, shooting with wild abandon. Thick creamy gobs of his seed spurted forth. Wet, and dirty at the same time. It was not as much as before, but certainly a mouthful.

His own mouth was open, waiting for her own cum. His tongue deep inside, teasing at her g spot, roughly rubbing back and forth against it.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Christine swallowed the hot shots of seeds that erupted into her mouth. She angled her head to take in another load. Swallowing both and enjoying the taste that covered her mouth. She felt his tongue invading her, probing her with great thrusts and heavy strokes. Her mouth left his cock, every intention to lick and clean the softening rod played on her mind. However, the good intentions were held up when he pushed against the swollen space inside her that made her shout in ecstasy. “Ohhh... ohhhh fuck!” she screamed.

Her climax forced her back to arch and her pussy to dive into his face. She felt his tongue, teeth and hot breath blanket her and she felt as if she were on a bomb that was threatening to explode. She did. Her body shook and quaked above his. Her hot liquid silk cascaded down the walls of her cunt and coated her lover’s features. Her eyes were seeing stars and flashing colors of red and orange, behind her clenched lid.

As the throbbing in her sex continued, she did her best to return her attentions to him, but she was lacking the ability to breath. Eventually when time, matter, space and the planets realigned themselves for her, she was able to cover his soft cock with her tongue and kisses, until it was glistening clean in the sunbeams that danced across her floor.

Christine moved her body, the humming pleasure still there, but also a new feeling, one she’d never experienced before. She felt empty and full all at the same time. She rolled to her back and kept one hand dancing slowly over her lover’s leg. “Oh wow,” she muttered.

She felt the morning light cover them and she purred quietly as she welcomed the warm heat, though eventually she shivered from the sweat of her body being cooled by both the welcoming rays, but the warm floor as well. “That was amazing Sebastian.” She then recalled his name and the reason behind it.

She blinked several times before sitting up and placing her head on his chest, her feet teased his legs. “We do have to go. I think you’ll need to wash up as will I and then we have to get that pet bunny to replace. . . umm. . . well the one you were changed from.” She toyed with his collar and his leash. “Let’s go upstairs and clean up.” She told him with a smile and a quick kiss on his lips.

 

[poohlive]

"Whatever you say, Mistress," It had taken a while to calm down. The blood boiled in his veins, heart throbbing at an unheard of pace inside his small chest. There was a small part there where all he could do was breathe, until the strength came back to him, little by little.

She still talked of something unimportant, but she seemed interested in it. All his interest was on her though, so if it was important to her, it instantly became important to him.

He handed her his collar, and then followed her, first through the house and then up the stairs. A bathroom, he remembered that... although this one was strange and unusual to him. The new gadgets fascinated him to no end. He was peeking through her various little dish of hand soaps, smelling one and then another. Lemon and lavender, spring and summer rain, and peppermint. Mmmm, peppermint.

He bit into it.

It tasted like chalk. His mouth opened at once, the pieces of half chewed soap falling to the sink below as he gave a look of utter disgust. It was on his tongue, in his mouth, the taste, horribly, god awful, destroying what little threshold for agony he had.

"It doesn't taste like peppermint," He said, looking at his mistress as if he had just tracked mud into the house. He was sorry, and his large brown puppy dog eyes pleaded with her to fix it.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

It felt odd handling the leash and the collar of her "pet" but she knew that was what he was and so in time the weight of it, though small and barely noticeable seemed right in her hand. When they reached the bathroom, she felt herself relax, thinking he didn't seem to out of place, looking at everything with interest and curiosity, but not fear. She was ready to leave him to take care of his business, when she saw him open his mouth and bite into her soap. "Good grief!" she exclaimed.

Her hands reached out and grabbed the soap and then she took a wash cloth and wiped the broken crumbs from his lips and chest. "You can't eat those. No matter how lovely they smell. They are for washing yourself... not feeding." She shivered in disgust over what his mouth probably tasted like at the moment. Now she faced a dilemma. When you bit soap the taste was horrid, but did you want water to rinse it out? or not? Did you want to brush your teeth? She wasn't sure. She hadn't eaten soap since she was a little girl. Eventually she shrugged her shoulders and looked at Sebastian.

"This is the cold water and this is the hot. Turn the handles and each one will bring water to you. Here's a cup," she told him, reaching around to pull one of the paper cups from the dispenser. She showed him how to turn the water on as well as how to adjust the temperature to his liking and then turn the water off. She passed him several glasses of water, instructing him to spit it out rather than swallow.

"Keep doing that until, that horrid taste is gone from your mouth."

She then turned and started running the shower water. Her fingers pressed against his arm and she showed him the soaps in the bottle and then told him she'd wash up in her daughter Ella's bedroom. She smiled, waved goodbye and left him to get washed up.