Authors: Jennifer Denys
She jumped up and then stopped. He could see she was adjusting to the feeling of something in her backside. “It feels like I need to go to the toilet, badly!” She waddled over to the full-length mirror, trying to stand more upright.
Sam held a hand over his mouth, stifling his laughter at her posture—he didn’t want to offend her. Having said that, the tail coming out of her butt really did look rather sexy.
He grinned at her expression, her bottom lip being bitten again as she tried to view her backside over her shoulder, squinting since she didn’t have her glasses on. Then she looked back at him in jubilation at her success. He gestured her over to him. “And now you have that lovely tail,” he said, stroking her buttocks, pulling gently on her new tail. “I think I need to ride my pony.” And he then pulled her down to the bed.
* * * *
The plug stayed in throughout the evening.
The next day as Jessie dressed, she wished she had taken it out sooner as she was rather sore. She then groaned to herself as she remembered how she felt when Sam had entered her pussy with his cock while the plug was in her ass. The sensation of utter fullness and being split in two was strange but incredible.
She had laughed at Sam’s horror when he thought he had hurt her as she swore violently at the moment he had penetrated her. He nearly pulled out until she had told him she would throw him out of her apartment if he did that. The poor guy had been thoroughly confused!
When he finally accepted that she was enjoying it, he had continued, and their respective climaxes had been off the wall.
Jessie sauntered into her bedroom and idly handled the discarded plug. As she did, she wondered what the feeling would be like if Sam was to put his cock in her ass instead of using the butt plug.
Hmm—something to think about for a future session, maybe.
Chapter Eight
Jessie was naked and kneeling in front of Sam, who was equally naked for a change. Her face was level with his groin. His arousal was clear. His cock was pointing out horizontally. Unfortunately she was not so aroused. She had always had a fear of this particular activity—that of sucking cocks. However, she hadn’t had the courage to tell Sam yet. She swallowed in dread, and then swallowed again, her mouth getting drier by the minute.
“Is everything okay?” asked Sam, bending his head down toward her. She could tell he was slightly worried about her hesitancy.
“Yeah, sure,” she replied breezily and then groaned inwardly. That had been the moment to reveal all, and she failed to take advantage of it.
Jessie recited in her head the scene from the book they were recreating. Set in the future, a girl visits a sex planet as a submissive. Much to her horror, she was paired with her ex, and consequently she resisted sex with him—or at least resisted enjoying it. Although in this part of the story, she had knelt before him and fondled him quite happily before sucking his cock, Jessie recalled wryly.
Straightening her back in determination, she reached out, holding on to his thigh with one hand while grasping his cock with the other, her fingertips not meeting around him. She ran her hand lightly up and down his cock then took a deep breath and leaned forward, taking just the tip of Sam’s erection in her mouth. She felt him clasp the back of her head to hold her steady. Okay, all was fine at this stage. She licked the tip, savoring his taste and texture—salty and soft.
He pushed her head to make her take more of him. “Take me deeper, sweetheart.” She didn’t move. He pushed the back of her head with a firmer pressure to make her move forward.
Suddenly, Jessie scampered away. “No, no, no.” She paused several feet away, sitting on the floor, breathing heavily, a shaking hand covering her face in shame.
He knelt down, looking concerned, his knuckles brushing her flushed cheek. “Hey, Jess, what’s the problem? Is this something you can’t do? You didn’t mention any problems when we discussed cocksucking when reading the book.”
She kept her eyes averted, humiliated, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I’m sorry, I thought I could go through with it since it’s you and everything else we’ve done up to now.”
Sam lifted her up and moved to the chair, settling her on his lap. “Shush now.” He rubbed her back softly. Gradually her trembling abated. Then he tilted her head with a finger under her chin. “Okay, are you going to tell me what that was about? I wouldn’t have had a problem if you had said it was a Romulan moment, even before we attempted it.”
She smiled at the reference. “But I wanted to try it. I’ve never taken a man’s cock in my mouth before, and I’ve often wondered what it would be like, although I did wonder if I would wimp out.”
“It’s not wimping out if you have a real problem with it, but why did you suspect you would?” he queried.
“Because I can’t even hold a pen in my mouth for more than a few seconds before I feel like gagging and have to take it out. Uhh.” She demonstrated with her tongue hanging out.
Sam chuckled. “Well, I question your sanity if you have a need to suck pens.”
“Twit.” She thumped his shoulder lightly. “I was thinking about times when I might put it in my mouth while my hands were busy. But it’s not just pens. It’s toothbrushes, lollipops—and don’t even talk to me about the problems I have at the dentist. There’s a bit in the book we read once where the girl freaks out at taking his cock, but in her case she was frightened by a previous encounter. I knew exactly how she felt, the fear and the panic.”
“Yes, I remember that. Didn’t she overcome it by him persuading her to try again and helping her very slowly?”
“That’s why I thought I could do this with you. You’ve been so gentle over everything we’ve done so far.” At this point, Jessie was nicely relaxed and settled in Sam’s lap, gently stroking his chest, brushing her fingertips over his nipples.
“As I see it, we are going about it the wrong way,” he stated.
She tensed and, frowning, leaned back to look at him more fully. “What do you mean?” she asked tentatively.
“Didn’t that scene finish with the hero telling the girl to tie him to the bed or chair or something, despite him being a seriously dominant Dom, and then she went down on him from above so the control and depth of how much she took of him was totally in her hands, so to speak?” He chuckled.
Jessie mused. “Hmm, I think you’re right.”
“What do you think, shall we give it a try? I don’t want to push you if you really don’t want to do it, but considering how brave you’ve been during our other forays, I’m not going to let this one go just yet. Besides which, I really liked the feel of your mouth on me.”
She chuckled softly at his comment. “As much as I’d love to tie you up, what happens if I still can’t go through with it?” She was prepared to try again but needed reassurance.
“You can take as little of me into your mouth as you wish, stop when you wish. When you’ve had enough, bring me off in your hand. See, no big deal.” He raised a hand to smooth her hair calmingly, palming her cheek. “I’m sorry I caused you to panic. I was being rough.”
It was Jessie’s turn to reach up to him and stroke his face. He was so caring. She smiled. She couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else—nor had any desire to, actually. Leaving that thought for another time, she replied, “You’re on. Where would you like to be tied?”
Sam grinned. “I recognize that glint in your eye. How about in that chair?” He gestured at the wooden chair by her dressing table.
“Excellent!” She was gleaming with excitement at the thought of tying Sam up.
“Come on then, show me you’re a better Girl Guide than I was a Scout.” He slid her off his lap as he stood and moved to the other chair.
She giggled and went to her dresser to pull out some stockings to use. After Sam settled in the chair, she used one stocking to bind his wrists around the back of the chair then pondered how else he needed to be restrained. Patting his thighs further apart, she decided to tie an ankle to each front leg of the chair, giving her access between his thighs.
Jessie stood and then walked around the chair slowly, sensuously trailing a hand up his arms and across his shoulders as she went. He was broader in the shoulder than she thought, but then she realized she shouldn’t be surprised, as she had noted several times during their sexual activities that he was fitter than she thought. She smiled to herself. She still had a tendency to think of him as her sci-fi geek of a friend when actually he was much more. Bringing her thoughts back to the task at hand, she tugged experimentally at his bonds, making appreciative noises.
He grinned. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this, although I’m not sure how often I can let you be in charge. I’ve gotten used to being the dominant player in our relationship.”
Jessie laughed and then knelt between his thighs, her hands resting lightly on his knees. Her head dipped as she worked her way from his knees down to his feet, caressing, kissing, and licking him.
He jerked when she reached his feet. She paused a moment then went back to stroking his ankle. “Okay that’s it. Klingon,” he suddenly cried.
“What’s wrong?” she queried, sitting back. Was he getting cold feet being tied up, or had she done something terribly wrong? A pang went through her.
“Um, I have ticklish feet and don’t like them being touched,” he admitted ruefully.
She chuckled. “You nut! Can I continue if I avoid your feet?” She continued her exploration at his jerky nod, caressing his legs from calves up his thighs to his hip.
She looked at him to see if he was enjoying it. He smiled broadly and nodded his head down toward his cock, indicating he was ready for her to get to the main act. He was more than ready, in fact, judging by his erection.
Taking a deep breath, she reached out with her hand to grasp him gently, running her hand up his cock to the head. He bucked, startling her.
“Sorry, sweetheart, couldn’t help it. That’s good. Don’t stop,” he requested.
“Oh.” She laughed. “Your wish is my command.” She continued to rub his cock with one hand, bringing the other up to fondle his balls.
“As much as I like what you’re doing, will you please get on to sucking soon? I’m going to come if you don’t.” Jessie bent her head as instructed, licking the pre-cum dribbling out the end then running her tongue in the crease at the tip.
She giggled as Sam groaned. She was quite okay at this stage. In fact she was enjoying herself immensely. Suddenly deciding to be brave, she took him in her mouth. Actually, she took quite a bit of him in her mouth, surprising herself, and proceeded to suck.
“That’s it. Oh, it’s like your mouth is made for me.”
A moment later, she had to pull back when she started to panic but then felt calmer with less of him in her mouth.
“Easy, my sweet,” cried Sam. “I’d rather you do what you can.”
She looked up at him and saw him watching her intently. She grinned around his cock.
He winked back. He looked relieved that she was okay. Jessie then felt him gripped by a rippling sensation, and he gritted his teeth. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna come soon.”
She suddenly let go of his cock. “Really? Already! I’ve only just started.”
“Ah, for God’s sake, don’t stop. You don’t realize how wonderful your mouth is on my cock.” He groaned.
“Oh!” She blushed at his compliment and went back to sucking him, stronger this time.
“However, if you don’t want to swallow my cum,” he added urgently, “you will need to get a towel or something.”
A few moments later he came, quicker than she expected. Jessie swallowed some of his cum as she grabbed his discarded shirt for the rest, coughing a little as he finished spurting into the shirt.
“God, that was so good.” His breathing slowing, he tried to move but came up short, clearly forgetting he was tied. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
She nodded. “Yup. Tastes awful though!”
He laughed at her response. “You’ll get used to it. I’m told it’s an acquired taste.”
Jessie jerked her head up. “You’re
told
…by whom, may I ask?” she asked pertly. She didn’t like the idea of someone else tasting him and pondered where that thought came from. She clearly wanted to continue this relationship and wondered if he did. She hoped he did.
“I’ve read it,” he said lamely. He pulled on his bindings to indicate he wanted out. She laughed, knowing he couldn’t get free. She had well and truly tied him.
“Oh, you have, have you?” She laughed as she untied him.
As soon as she finished she was pulled onto his lap. She squealed at this unexpected action.
Sam kissed her, then lifted his face, licking his lips. She saw him tasting himself from her. “Hmm, personally, I think it’s okay,” he teased then grabbed her arms before she could retaliate. He then lifted her onto the bed. “I want to taste
you
now.”
Chapter Nine
Jessie couldn’t understand how it happened. One day they had been discussing books depicting sex in public—and she distinctly remembered being adamant that, while she found it extremely erotic to read about people having sex in public, there was no way on earth she would partake in that particular activity.