Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
It… the part of my future husband that I must learn above all to please, to keep happy. To yield myself to. The plum-shaped head, and the long, thick shaft Cal pumped slowly and gently in his hand. I saw the throbbing veins, and I felt the warmth emanating from the delicate, slightly pebbly looking skin. A tiny drop of clear fluid appeared at the tiny slit as I watched, as if to tell me where Cal’s seed would come from, when he climaxed.
When he puts a baby in me. The thought made me lightheaded. I would have to receive what this man decided to give me, whenever and however he chose.
“Thank me, now,” he said. “You can figure out how.”
With a little whine I turned my eyes upward to where he loomed over me, looking so tall and so dominant that I had to swallow hard as I gazed up into his stern eyes. I felt my mouth turn down in a pout of embarrassed protest. I lowered my eyes to look at the frightening thing again: Cal’s rigid cock, jutting out from the open fly of his jeans. How could I do the bad-girl thing he demanded?
He made the decision for me. His right hand gripped the back of my head more firmly, and he leaned forward. I let out a little cry of shame as he pressed the head of his penis to my lips, and then I pursed them tightly against the invasion I thought he intended.
But he said, “Kiss it, Grace. Then I’ll teach you to suck it the way a good girl does.”
I whimpered softly through my nose, and then I found the little muscles in my lips starting to obey. As if something in the way Cal said good girl had a kind of magical power, I kissed the tip of his manhood, and I felt the slipperiness from his pre-cum smear on my lips, and I kissed it more. Suddenly I wanted to do it. I wanted to do the bad-girl-good-girl thing. I opened my mouth and put out my tongue a little. I looked up into Cal’s eyes again, and I tried to look submissive and pleading, as if to suck my suitor’s cock would be the nicest treat he could give me.
I wanted him to smile, and when he did I felt my heart give a leap at all the complicated emotions and sensations his evident pleasure produced in me. When he thrust his hips forward, though, and began to use my mouth, I had to turn my eyes downward out of shame, my cheeks burning.
It tasted a little salty and a little bitter. It filled my mouth and held it open.
“Oh, good girl,” Cal murmured. “A little deeper now. There you go. You’re learning so fast.”
I whimpered around the surging shaft, trying to give it its way. My real training had begun, I knew; my training to please my accepted suitor as he deserved.
“Look at me,” he ordered, as he held himself in my mouth at nearly full length, my nose brushing up against his denim-covered lap.
I obeyed, my blush returning full force as I saw his eyes and how dominantly they gazed down at me. I felt like I could see myself through his eyes: the sexy, shameful sight of a naughty girl, punished in the nude, her flaming bottom a testament to her suitor’s strict training and her mouth full of his cock.
“It’s time for you to come, darlin’,” he said softly.
As my eyes went wide, he took his right hand from the back of my head and ran it down along my back. I shivered, and then when he took hold of my butt I cried out at the mingled pain and arousal. Call pulled his manhood from my mouth, glistening from my saliva, and began to pump it gently up and down again. My eyes went from his face to his penis and back again.
I felt his fingers between my legs, finding all the wetness there, spreading it to my clit. My whole body jerked, trying to push my pussy back into his grasp, desperately submitting to his knowing touch.
“Keep your eyes open,” Cal commanded, his voice stern again. “You want this cock inside you, don’t you, darlin’?”
He reinforced the words with his fingers, so that I understood the threat and the promise he had just made: if I wanted him to claim me with the hard shaft he had in his left hand, I had to look right at it, right at him, as he made me come. I didn’t know why that should make my pussy clench so hard, but it did, and then at last Cal started to work me down there in earnest, and my orgasm came toward me like a freight train.