Girl In The Woods by Aileen Rose Page B

Under my hand, he grows solid.
    Unexpectedly, he
clasps my hand and stops me.
    “No, I don’t
want to come like this. This wasn’t the test, my bitch.”
    No? Oh, did I do
something wrong?
    “Don’t worry.
You did well,” he says as if he can read my mind one more time, “Better than I
imagined. What I want you to do now is to lick it.”
    What? He has got
to be joking. Lick it? There is no way I am putting my tongue on it.
    “Like you would
lick an ice – cream.”
    I am beyond
terrified.
    “Didn’t you know
girls do this?”
    “No, my Lord.”
    “Most married
women do it to please their husbands. Don’t you want to be loved by your husband?”
    Yes, I do. But
not because I would be licking his penis. This is disgusting. Oh, my…Does that
mean that my mom does this to my dad?
    Calista, why
did you have to think of this? It’s gross.
    I lower my gaze
and don’t reply.
    “Bitch, look at
me. I can’t make you do something that you don’t want to. I think we have
established this. I order you something and you do it and that pleases me
incredibly. However, in this case, it is something perhaps beyond your
boundaries and I can’t force you to do it. So, tell me. Do you want to lick my
cock?”
    I clench my
eyelids trying to figure out what to do. But before I have a chance to think,
he gets up and reaches for his pants.
    “You don’t have
to decide. It’s obvious you don’t want to do it.”
    No…I have upset
him…He didn’t mind licking me yesterday and bringing me to an unparallel
ecstasy. Why can’t I do it? Why can’t I give him the same pleasure he so
selflessly offered me?
    I seize his
pants, gazing at him in agony.
    “Please, my
Lord, let me satisfy you,” I whisper.
    He just stands
over me, with his wolfie eyes trying to discern my true intentions. I unbutton
his pants and lower them. After he has taken them off and has sat on the bed
again, I take his cock in my hand. Coming closer to him, I give it a slight
brush of my tongue as if it is a lollipop. Hmmm…it doesn’t taste bad. I give it
another try and another. I attempt to keep my tongue on him and trace a wet
path from the tip to the end of it.
    “Do you know how
much I like this, my bitch?” he mutters.
    I can’t contain
a smile. For some reason, I feel proud.
    “Do you think
you can put it in your mouth and continue licking?” he asks.
    I agree with a
nod of my head.
    Calista, you
can do this.
    I swirl my
tongue around the tip of his penis and then timidly insert it in my mouth. I am
curiously wet between my thighs. Why do I get aroused by putting him in my
mouth?
    “Go as deep as
you can,” he says, “It can’t fit all of it in your beautiful little mouth. At
least for now. We’ll take it slow.”
    I almost feel
the tip of his penis touching my throat. That is as far as I can go. Seeing my
reluctance as to what to do next, he grabs my hair with his hand in a ponytail
and slowly moves my head, so that his cock moves in and out of my mouth.
    “Look at me,” he
commands.
    I want to touch
myself so bad. My hand cups my breast in an effort to yield myself some kind of
relief.
    “No, bitch. You
are not allowed to touch yourself when you satisfy me. This is only for me.”
    Someone is being
selfish. I am hurt, but I keep on taking him in my mouth. He has the complete
control of course. As always.
    Just before his
climax, he yanks my head backwards and pulls out of my mouth. With his hand, he
provides himself the last slides that lead him to an ardent release. A thick,
white fluid erupts from the tip of his penis and lands on my breasts. It
tickles down my stomach and belly. I don’t like this at all.
    “As this was
your first time, I didn’t let you swallow it,” he says, “but you will have to
learn. I’d love to come in your pretty mouth.”
    This keeps on getting
better. Just when I think there is nothing worse, there he goes telling me I
have to learn to swallow his sperm. I frown at the thought of it. There