he had before they were married,
when she had pretended she liked it. But in the second year of their marriage, she
had seen the movie with Joanne, and she had bought Schoolgirl Tales , and the shuddering began, because she knew what an orgasm felt like, and she knew
that Joe could never give her one.
Joanne had encouraged her to talk to Joe, and she could not blame Joanne for the fact
that the conversation had precipitated her divorce from Joe, because in retrospect
being married to Joe had been a mistake.
But the question of what was supposed to happen then, beyond reading ‘Backdoor Pleasures’
and putting her little vibrator in her bottom every night, was one she had not been
able to answer. She could come that way, but she felt like there was something more
that was missing. Sometimes she tried to find places on the net where she might actually
meet men who would try to give her what she needed, but the moment she looked at one
of those landing pages for a site for kinky people, she instantly closed the window,
her face red with shame.
That had gone on for a year now, And it seemed like she was no closer to doing anything
other than what she did in her bed at night, wishing that these strange fantasies
could be taken away from her as soon as possible, but then reading the very same words
the very next night, with her vibrator in the very same place. So when the cable-guy,
whom she knew now as Master Leo, had said he could come over to give her cable box
something special, she had tried to flirt with him, because he seemed big, and even
a little dominant. Was all this her fault, then?
Somehow they had known. Somehow the people from this program at this Institute had
known about her. And now this man Master Leo was pumping his porn-star cock right
in front of her eyes. Rose whimpered at the shame of it… of being made to watch a
man masturbate. On the porn videos they did this all the time, as they got ready to
fuck, got ready to give a girl pearl necklace, but what Master Leo was doing was different.
He had ordered Rose to watch him masturbate—to watch up close the little bead of moisture
come out of the tip of him, and smell the arousal smell that came from his crotch.
And she knew he would spank her, if she looked away.
And it was all about her, for now Master Leo said, “Are you going to be a come-slut,
Rose? Are you going to have your master’s come all over your face? Show me you want
it, Rose. Say, ‘Master Leo, please come on my face.’”
Rose’s only response was to shake her head. It was too shameful. She didn’t want to
be spanked, but there were things she just couldn’t do.
“Don’t make me spank you, Rose,” Master Leo said. “Say it. ‘Master Leo, please come
on my face.’”
Rose’s resistance seem to make him go faster, and a part of her could not help being
fascinated and even aroused by the sight of his hand flashing up and down and the
arrogant length of his cock beginning to jerk a little.
“Say it or get a spanking, Rose,” Master Leo said.
He reached out his left hand, and gave her a hard spank with it on both cheeks. He
gave her another one, as his right hand steadily increased its rhythm on his cock.
Rose cried out at the spanking, but she still couldn’t say it. Master Leo increased
the force and pace of the spanking and Rose’s fresh cane marks began to sting more
and more until she thought she could not bear it
“Say it, Rose,” Master Leo growled.
Another spank, and Rose felt her bottom begin to squirm and heave with the agony,
and she could not take it anymore, and she shouted, “Please, Master Leo, come on my
face!”
“Here you go, Rose,” Master Leo said, and with a final pump Rose saw his seed shoot
out of his cock and felt it splash warmly on her cheek, and then her forehead and
then her mouth and then her neck. He kept coming for ten or fifteen seconds, and the
white
when she had pretended she liked it. But in the second year of their marriage, she
had seen the movie with Joanne, and she had bought Schoolgirl Tales , and the shuddering began, because she knew what an orgasm felt like, and she knew
that Joe could never give her one.
Joanne had encouraged her to talk to Joe, and she could not blame Joanne for the fact
that the conversation had precipitated her divorce from Joe, because in retrospect
being married to Joe had been a mistake.
But the question of what was supposed to happen then, beyond reading ‘Backdoor Pleasures’
and putting her little vibrator in her bottom every night, was one she had not been
able to answer. She could come that way, but she felt like there was something more
that was missing. Sometimes she tried to find places on the net where she might actually
meet men who would try to give her what she needed, but the moment she looked at one
of those landing pages for a site for kinky people, she instantly closed the window,
her face red with shame.
That had gone on for a year now, And it seemed like she was no closer to doing anything
other than what she did in her bed at night, wishing that these strange fantasies
could be taken away from her as soon as possible, but then reading the very same words
the very next night, with her vibrator in the very same place. So when the cable-guy,
whom she knew now as Master Leo, had said he could come over to give her cable box
something special, she had tried to flirt with him, because he seemed big, and even
a little dominant. Was all this her fault, then?
Somehow they had known. Somehow the people from this program at this Institute had
known about her. And now this man Master Leo was pumping his porn-star cock right
in front of her eyes. Rose whimpered at the shame of it… of being made to watch a
man masturbate. On the porn videos they did this all the time, as they got ready to
fuck, got ready to give a girl pearl necklace, but what Master Leo was doing was different.
He had ordered Rose to watch him masturbate—to watch up close the little bead of moisture
come out of the tip of him, and smell the arousal smell that came from his crotch.
And she knew he would spank her, if she looked away.
And it was all about her, for now Master Leo said, “Are you going to be a come-slut,
Rose? Are you going to have your master’s come all over your face? Show me you want
it, Rose. Say, ‘Master Leo, please come on my face.’”
Rose’s only response was to shake her head. It was too shameful. She didn’t want to
be spanked, but there were things she just couldn’t do.
“Don’t make me spank you, Rose,” Master Leo said. “Say it. ‘Master Leo, please come
on my face.’”
Rose’s resistance seem to make him go faster, and a part of her could not help being
fascinated and even aroused by the sight of his hand flashing up and down and the
arrogant length of his cock beginning to jerk a little.
“Say it or get a spanking, Rose,” Master Leo said.
He reached out his left hand, and gave her a hard spank with it on both cheeks. He
gave her another one, as his right hand steadily increased its rhythm on his cock.
Rose cried out at the spanking, but she still couldn’t say it. Master Leo increased
the force and pace of the spanking and Rose’s fresh cane marks began to sting more
and more until she thought she could not bear it
“Say it, Rose,” Master Leo growled.
Another spank, and Rose felt her bottom begin to squirm and heave with the agony,
and she could not take it anymore, and she shouted, “Please, Master Leo, come on my
face!”
“Here you go, Rose,” Master Leo said, and with a final pump Rose saw his seed shoot
out of his cock and felt it splash warmly on her cheek, and then her forehead and
then her mouth and then her neck. He kept coming for ten or fifteen seconds, and the
white
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