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The slut's mouth was too occupied to beg and I didn't expect Sir to give me permission without asking. I finally relented. I couldn't take another minute without my body letting go.
"Please Sir."
Sir had his eyes closed. The slut's throat rippled as Sir's cockhead slid down it. I didn't know if he heard me.
I didn't want to stop fucking the slut, but the nubby pad was going to make me explode. Sir would be displeased if I stopped. My need clouded my judgment. I asked again.
"Please Sir," I said louder, loud enough to make Him open his eyes. The color of them turned to a dull gray. "I heard you the first time slut."
I took a loud breath. There was no question that I would be punished. Fear quashed my imminent orgasm.
I tried to get my head on straight.
Sir had His hands on the slut's head, holding it while He thrust the full length of His cock down her throat.
"Fuck her kitten. Make yourselves cum," Sir uttering the words I longed to hear from His lips.
Her hand was furiously masturbating her clit while I fucked her ass. Every thrust of mine was an affirmance of my love for Him. She spit out Sir's cock and cried to the heavens. She shouted out my love for Him. My body heaved in concert with hers. It was a blissful orgasm. Sir stroked His cock, spraying cum all over her face.
"It's yours kitten," He said.
I pulled out of the slut and circled around her so I could lick His cum off her face and claim my prize.
Then He turned my world upside down.
"Look at me kitten," He said to me.
I gazed into his dark eyes, His cum smeared on my lips. Eyes that didn't betray His emotions.
"The slut . . . she's my engagement present to you," He said to me, clearly and distinctly.
Present? Engagement? His words rang in my ears.
"Excuse me Sir," I asked, bewildered.
"I'm in love with you Catherine Martin-DuPont. I have been from the moment we met. Will you marry me?"
I would and I did.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymous29 days agoThat is a terrible ending. I thought she would have to face her fears and deal with her jealousy, but instead it snapped right back to traditional monogamous hierarchical crap. Ugh. The rest of the story was quite good though.
Migbirdover 1 year agoOMG - indescribable. The short first piece sets the stage and grabs reader attention much like a movie trailer just as intended. The graphically intense, highly erotic sex scene is integral to this piece — no way gratuitous;the story is captured in the sex. Sex aside, this piece illustrates beautifully your ability to create believable, richly nuanced memorable characters that resonate with readers. You explore/reveal Cat as she reflects on, sees/feels her world: “I twisted the cap off the water and stood by the window, looking at the headlights of the cars far below and the street lamps illuminating the winding walkways in Central Park. I admired the people bustling about below, finding purpose in their lives. My purpose was singular, to please Sir.” And you flesh out the supporting cast like Marie, the waifish/comely blond (love her anonymity) and of course Anders/Sir; even marginal players like Trent and Norman feel real when engaged with Cat. The romantic ending came as a pleasant surprise, and upon a second reading you can easily see it happening. The last line is a perfect ending. Yes, you could explore/share more — would love to get to know Marie and the anonymous blond, but not necessary and might detract from what you’ve created here. Love it.
