Erotic fantasy only. All events and characters are fictional.

 

Wet Pussy Over Hard Cock

 

We all need a little encouragement every now and then. He was so scared. Uncertain if he could please his Mistress the way she wanted to be pleased. He had never done anything like this before and she promised she would move slowly. Every time he visits her, he does not know if someone else will be there. She threatens and then nothing. Is she tormenting him on purpose?

 

He has thought of little else but her request since she first mentioned it months ago. Will it happen this time? If so, what will she force him to do? He is starting to think she is enjoying the anxiety and fear she has created in him. As well as the growing fantasy she has planted. Otherwise, why would she wait so long? And tease all the time. It is all she talks about and still she always says next time. But next time has not happened and yet he still lives in the constant fear of when it will happen.

 

He arrives to find no one there but her and lets out a sigh of relief. She usually threatens the minute he arrives, but today she is oddly quiet. Maybe she is tired. She has very little to say as she leads him back to her dungeon. She simply asks him to strip, put on a blindfold and lie down on the bondage bed. It is so unlike her. He wonders if he has angered her.

 

As he slides the blindfold on, he notices the strangest smile on her face. Today she looks wicked. She always has something up her sleeve but today is somehow different. He cannot quite figure out the emotion or meaning behind her smile and it unnerves him. What is she planning?

 

At first, she does not touch him. She just walks around the room. What is she doing? Again, it very unlike his Mistress to be so indifferent. What has gotten into his Mistress today? Her mood is changed. She seems preoccupied. And then he realizes what is going on. He can hear someone moving in the next room. His wait is finally over and his fear and anxiety suddenly returns.

 

She quickly ties his hands above his head. “Is someone here?” he asks. “Hush. What have we been talking about for months? Do you think I have another cock in the room? And if I do, what are you going to do about it? I have removed your clothing from the room. Are you going to leave naked without your wallet or car keys? I don’t think so.” She laughs and begins to tease his cock. To his surprise, he is already hard. It is amazing what fear can do to a man. He is terrified by her request and yet more aroused than he has been in years.

 

The door opens. His blindfold is still on. He understands why she has done this. To actually see what is happening, what his Mistress will force him to do, would be too much for him. He had never once fantasized about this until she planted the seed. It happened so innocently and it has now consumed his every thought, every fantasy.

 

“I had an incredibly hot session the other day,” she told him. “Two men sucked each other off for me while I played with myself. I think I would like to see you sucking a cock for me.” And that was all. No questions, no comments. Just a simple statement. From that point forward, every time they met she would say “Maybe someone is coming over today. A little friend. Are you willing to do anything to please your Mistress? I hope so. Today might be they day.” It went on for months. At first he was hesitant and thought he could never go through with it, but the more she teased, the more that seed grew. And now, she is no longer teasing and he has no idea if he is ready. But it is too late. The Mistress always gets what she wants.

 

And so the events unfold and he has no choice in the matter. No free will. He can only obey. He can only please her. As scared as he is, she never jokes and always gets her way. And as scared as he is, this seed his Mistress has planted has worked its way deep into his psyche and has become part of his fantasies. A powerful part. She has that effect on him. She can say something off handedly and suddenly it becomes part of him. The extent of her control astounds him. He is nothing more that a piece of clay that she molds with her every word, every touch and every sensation.

 

This is all he can remember. Like a dream, he flowed helplessly along. His unconscious controlling him and she is now his unconscious mind.

 

He lies on his back, blindfold on. He can feel her hands teasing his cock and he can hear her words. “Straddle his face. Make him suck your balls,” she says to her cock slave and without thought, his thoughts are hers now, he blindly reaches up, opens his mouth, takes the slave’s balls in both hands and sucks.

 

How long, he does not know. All sorts of sensations. His Mistress speaks but he does not hear her words. Only the meaning behind the words. “You will suck cock for me today. You will please me. You now belong to me.” There is movement in the room and suddenly he is alone, but he never comes to his senses. He is in a dream. The Mistress’s dream. He moves along with her every command.

 

Blindfold off. His eyes focus on the room around him. He feels so dizzy and everything is blurred. In the distance he hears a voice calling him. “Look at my ass slave. What’s under my ass slave? You know what to do slave. I have been training you unknowingly for months.” Her words penetrate him and he drops to his knees and crawls toward her ass. A cock is under her ass. This is how she encourages him, tempts him, influences him. Her ass is the bait. In a dreamlike state, he opens his mouth and freezes. It is like jumping off a cliff into an unknown darkness. Only she can push him over the edge. A hand on the back of his head gives him the push this puppet needs.

 

She straddles her cock slave and he kisses her breasts while the Mistress takes one hand behind her to force her slave to suck for her. His forehead against her ass, he is in a trace. Reality has left his body and now she controls every move. He is falling off that cliff into her world and everything that once belonged to him is forever lost.

 

“Would you like wet pussy over hard cock?” she suddenly asks. He is so far into her dream world that her words barely register. So he waits for her to move him into the next dream segment. Swinging her legs around, the Mistress lifts his head up and spreads her legs wide above the slave cock’s hard prick. “You will smell your Mistress’s pussy while sucking cock,” and with that his head is forced back down. Meat throbbing in his throat, he can hear moaning. Moaning as the Mistress pleasures her self and moaning as the cock slave is pleasured. He is just a plaything in her dream. And as she cums, he is temporarily slapped back into reality with the taste of her wet pussy dripping over hard cock. He wants that taste to stay on his lips and in his mouth forever.

 

His head is on the floor. Eyes closed, he feels as if he is floating. This is not the man the world sees. That man has left his body and something, someone else has taken control of the steering wheel. He can do nothing other than lie on the floor waiting for his next command.

 

Uncertain of how long he has been in this position, he slowly lifts his head and opens his eyes. The dream has continued without him and he is wakened from his slumber by sounds of sex. The first thing he sees is the Mistress’s boots. She towers above him and looks down at the heap of pathetic flesh on the floor. Laughing at his vulnerable state, she asks again “Would you like wet pussy over hard cock?” Confused, he sits up and looks around the room.

 

A dark haired woman with a blindfold and gag is ridding the cock slave’s cock. Her arms are bound behind her. “Go lick her ass and wait for my next instruction.” Again, without thought, he crawls helplessly across the floor to the bondage bed and begins to lick the slave girl’s ass. More wet pussy over hard cock.

 

He can smell their sex. He can feel the wetness of her pussy drip on his chin. He falls deeper and deeper. Off the cliff. Into the Mistress’s dream. Into her unconscious mind which is now his unconscious mind. And while he floats, taking in the taste of the slave girl’s ass and the smell of sex all around him, a final thrust and collective moan are felt and heard in the distance and he slowly stops and waits. Waits for his final instructions.

 

The Mistress had threatened eating cum for months now and as the slave girl’s arms are untied, and she rolls over on her back and spreads her legs wide, he knows where he will be eating the cum from. His Mistress has trained him unknowingly. All of these months, planting the seeds. She no longer needs to instruct him. That is what she has been doing from the first day they met. He thought they were only stories, threats, teases. It was all training. She has conditioned his mind like Pavlov’s dogs and he reacts without thought to the suggestion. He licks the slave girl’s pussy and eats all of the cum. 

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