"A Perfect Sexual Match" - читать интересную книгу автора (Thompson Graham)

Chapter 6

For me to convert a real live sexy adult male like Richard into my erotic slave-daddy was the bed thing imaginable. Actually, this had been the dream of my whole life. But it wasn't the easiest thing for me to do, and when Richard began to sound and behave like some of the sex slaves I've read about in erotic books, I started to do something about it.

Here was a situation that erupted almost immediately and I had the right kind of eye to spot it.

Often when I'm looking at ordinary men as they talk to me, whether it be a customer or one of those sex-mad theatrical producers, I can see that tiny little vacant space in their minds, between their thoughts, and using the right word at the precise time, I can jab their weak spot.

I saw this spot, this vacant space in Richard as he sat there nude and was watching me.

It was when he faltered, "… yes, Cherie, yes yes…" that I noticed it, and then I heard him call me "Mistress," and I thought to myself, this is pretty neat. Not only did he want to be my father-in-sex, but he also wanted to become my slave.

Maybe this was one of his underlying whims. Well, if it wasn't then it would be. It didn't matter if he minded. He wanted me to trod on him. And, let me tell you, there are many times, over and over, when I wanted a man to step on.

He was fitting right in with me, with my entire philosophy, and, of course, with my fantasy.

His face took on that expression of someone caught doing something forbidden, like he wanted to hide his head. This facial expression became so sorrowful. His eyes and his lips were drawn back as if I had snapped a whip across his face.

This was Richard's reaction when I asked him about becoming my utter slave. His entire body seemed to suddenly quiver. I was looking at his prick and I saw his hand was shielding it.

Yes, Richard was an older man who was very quickly becoming my little plaything. Right here I knew he could become all I ever wanted, everything to me, including my fantasy sex slave. If he wanted to play-act my slave-daddy in sex, this was his opportunity.

And this very idea made me swell up inside. Suddenly in my mind's eyes I was huge and Richard was becoming smaller. Richard was my slave. Me and my body – we could make him do anything!

"You've got to answer me," I pressed him.

I leaned forward and touched his hairy chest. I ran my hand over his shoulders and neck. I poked at his nipples and then wound my fingers around them. Smiling at him, I traced little "fuck" designs on his nipples.

I was watching his eyes. He looked away when I looked at him.

He was thinking what I had said. And it took him moments before he could glance up.

Then he made as if to sit back. He moved his buttocks back on the bed and I took my hands back. They fell into my lap. He was debating how to answer me.

If he agreed with me, I expected him to nod. If he didn't, I didn't know what he would do, or what I would do.

I watched him. He placed both hands on his huge cock and held it as though I would suddenly take it from him. I watched as he moved his penis in a way that I couldn't see it. I did see the rounded purplish head of it peeping between his fingers, and when he covered it with one hand so I could not see it, he began to wave it slowly back and forth.

I was watching his lips. He wanted to talk. There was something on his mind. Hadn't he said earlier that he wanted to talk to me? He wanted to say something else. What was on his mind? His eyes were lowered. Then he rubbed on hand across his face. His eyes were slowly climbing over the curves of my breast to look into mine.

"I see what you mean, Cherie," he said, and his voice was very low. He coughed. He tried to clear his throat. Then came a meek smile.

"This is going to change a lot of things between us, Cherie, don't you think?"

"Yes," I admitted, "Maybe it will change some things."

There was a kind of rattling in his voice. And I had to smile. I could feel a distinct tickling inside.

"Are you sure you want this…?"

Maybe he didn't, maybe this was part of his act. Men are always acting out roles in front of women, and besides, I was thinking, we hadn't known each other more than one single hour.

"I think I do."

He said this again, this time louder than before. "I think I do."

Said I, "You know, I have this sneaking suspicion that you really do want this. I think you're telling me the truth."

"Maybe, Mistress…"

He bowed his head. I saw him close his eyes. "I want the whole truth from you, Richard." "Yes, yes, I do… this is the whole truth!"

"Good," I said. "Fine." I smiled a little. I uncrossed my naked legs. I got his attention by letting him look at my pussy hair. If he stared between my open thighs the way he had before, he could still see my gaudy pussylips. They were silvery, wide open, gaping at him. He could see the pink, the white, the oily goo.

I had the intense urge to masturbate my clitoris, but instead I held back. Maybe this moment was going to be the greatest yet in my sexual life.

I love to imagine me with my legs wide open, me spreading my pussylips wide apart so they're gaping at a man with a solid erection. Sometimes this is my bliss.

I spoke again. "Now show me what I want. Show me your prick. Show me your buttocks. Turn around and bend over so I can see your balls hanging, see your asshole.

"Do a little something for me, to me," I said. "Doesn't a slave do things for his mistress? Isn't that what slaves are all about?"

Did I have to tell him what I was thinking? I suddenly wanted him to be very horny and very sexy. I wanted him to eat me up. I wanted his prick all over me. His balls dangling in my open mouth.

"I want to fuck you."

He whispered these words so softly I had to ask him to say them again.

So that's it, I said to myself.

"Where…?"

I decided to look over his head, around his face, not to be amused.

"In your cunt, Mistress," came his voice. This time I heard him correctly.

"You have another name for me? You want to call me Mistress? Is this what's on your mind?"

"Yes," he said, but this time he got up on his knees. Now he was kneeling in front of me. I was still sitting on the bed.

He hung his head. "Yes," he said, "if you allow it, I want to fuck your beautiful cunt."

"Oh yes, so now you ask my permission?"

"Yes."

He shifted into another position, leaning back a little, and his enormous erection stood straight up. It was huge. And no longer was he Richard. No longer was he the man I picked up at Emilio's.

It was true. It was very true. A sudden change had taken place. Right before our eyes. He had become just like the rest of the men I knew. He was another Ronald McKay.

Quickly I turned around. I put my back to him. I got up on my knees. Leaning forward, I spread my thighs. I dug in my toes. I motioned my behind near his hard prick.

"Fuck me," I told him.

I had to yell this out. I could hear my own voice. Reaching behind with my hands, I opened my tender buttocks wide, even wider. I ran four fingers between my pussy lips up to the hilt. I stuck one finger deep inside me. I tasted it.

It smelled hot and nice. I got a lot of oily goo on my finger tips and soaked my clitoris with the liquid from my mouth and from my cunt.

"Fuck me, you slave… fuck me!"

I screamed this out and instantly he came forward on his knees. His huge hands gripped my waist and he was jostling my body with his hands, raising my hips, nudging my buttocks with his knees. He was hoisting my body up and down.

Soon I felt his huge penis stroking between my thighs and then between my buttocks, across my cunt lips. Then I felt his one hand smoothing over my behind. His fingers were wet then and I could feel this wetness. I felt his cock bumping from thigh to thigh, the head of it moving toward my cunt.

"But before you do that," I yelled out, "I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to back up and bend down and lick and suck my cunt. I want you to suck up the juices down there. I want to see these juices on your lips."

I had to say this again and again, and I heard him bend down and blast his face between my ripe buttocks, and soon I felt his wet tongue licking all over my shivering love hole. I felt the thick moisture from his tongue over my cunt, and when I took one look at his lips following this, I saw they were glistening with my goo.

"Now fuck me good," I commanded. "Fuck your little girl's cunt, man. You slave!"

Soon I felt the flushed head of his cock funneling into the entrance of my pussy. It was brushing my cunt lips apart. It was pushing the muscles apart. I felt my love muscle trying to absorb his cock and then I felt it loosen up, accepting the bulbous head of his prick.

I felt a gigantic push, a body shove, and suddenly his penis was inside me. Oh!

He had shot his thick prick deep into my body.

I bellowed out, howling with pleasure. I was literally screaming when it entered me.

I opened my legs wider and I put my hands back on my ass. I could feel his penis deep inside of me. The large shaft of it felt greasy between my fingers.

When he pulled it out, only to plunge it back in again, I grabbed hold of his hot juicy cock and began to jerk it off.

Richard was groaning. When his prick was out, I knew he could see inside my pussy, my own wet cunt hole. When his prick was out of me, I quickly let one finger sink into it and when I took it out, he shoved his cock back in.

And when he opened his eyes, I brought the finger up to his nose. I waved it under his nostrils. I saw him pretend to sniff it.

"Sniff my finger, you fucking slave."

He sniffed it and then I smiled to myself and put the fingers back between my thighs, into my cunt, and I could feel the hot rod of his cock still fucking in and out.

Using more fingers between my pussy lips, I had to smile. This felt terribly nice, oh so awfully nice.

I could touch his solid cock with my fingers and I wondered if he knew this or not. Did he feel my fingers on his great cock?

"Hey," I called out, "right now, this very minute, you're fucking your little girl up her love chute…

"Up her cunt," I shouted. "You're into me, up to your balls."

I kept mumbling. "Do you understand me slave?"

There was no answer. He was gritting his teeth.

"You're my Daddy and slave, that's what you are, that is who you are! And you're fucking your little girl right up her snatch…"

I had to close my eyes so I could listen. I could hear Richard's moaning, hear my own groaning. I could hear the silent but noisy swishing of his cock inside me, and feel the rollicking sensations of one beautiful fuck.

To say the least, I was deeply overjoyed.