minute.”
Emily halted straight away, releasing the man’s cock. The
erection sprang upwards and slapped his stomach with a resounding
smack. Emily watched it in pure lust, wishing it was back inside
her again – in her cunt, and in her mouth – although she wasn’t too
sure about it going back down her throat. And as for her ass, well
she’d see about that!
Knowing that her opinion was irrelevant, Emily watched
transfixed as the man bent down to undo the laces of his shoes. It
was then that she noted the upper body that was now gloriously
naked and wonderful when bare. A fine mat of trimmed black hair
adorned his flat stomach with a thicker band running all the way
from his furry chest to his rich thatch of curly black pubes. His
chest was well muscled with bulging pecs. Only the big prominent
nipples that crowned these impressive swells were devoid of any
chest hair which spread up to his collar bones where the matt
ended. In contrast to this, the well padded shoulders and broad
muscular back were flawlessly smooth. The ape in the man was
perfectly contained!
Emily took all this in as Her Nemesis stripped out of his
briefs and trousers and hung them up beside the rest of his
clothes. The shoes came off to allow this then were put back on so
he wouldn’t be walking on the cold wet cement floor.
“Okay, Blondie,” said the man, as he resumed his position in
front of Emily, now naked except for his feet. “Let’s have another
go. And when the time comes, relax your throat. If I hear a gag
then you’ll get punished. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” replied Emily, stunned at her compliance, and sure that
a punishment would be coming her way.
“Yes, Master” corrected the man. “My bitches call me
‘Master’.”
“Yes, Master,” said Emily, thrilled to the core. Never in her
wildest dreams did she think that as an adult she would call a man
that, but it felt so right and so good to do so. In the space of a
few minutes, or unwittingly over a month, she had become a slave to
Her Nemesis – Her Master and his beautiful cock.
And there it was again! It jutted before her. And ye gods,
what a sight! It looked so potent and vibrantly alive - a beast of
a prick, snarling in its hunger – eager to inflict righteous
retribution on the slave that knelt before it. Emily looked at this
hypnotic phallus that was lobbing before her, terrified of its
power yet so needy of the infliction. The man reached for her, his
fingers curling again to grip Emily’s sweat drenched hair. She
could only stare as if in a trace, kneeling before Her Nemesis,
worshiping the man’s pagan pole as he showed Emily another moment
of tenderness and stroked her hair.
The moment was brief!
His fingers suddenly resumed their grip and the man pulled
Emily forward. She shuffled her knees painfully on the hard floor,
grazing the skin even further.
“Now we’re going to try again, Blondie. And don’t mess up this
time or you’ll get a smack. But let’s start with some more sucking
to warm you up. Open up wide and give my knob another good gobble.
Do it like you did before – like you’ve being doing in you
fantasies for the past month – you know the ones I
mean.”
Emily parted as instructed, humiliated but so aroused that Her
Nemesis Master knew her so well. She leaned to take the glans of
the man’s dick between her lips – recalling how she had sucked on
Les’s cock, dreaming it was someone else’s – dreaming it was this
one that she was about to devour. The fact that Her Nemesis seemed
fully aware of Emily’s detested mental betrayal only added to her
thrill, and she leaned forward to worship the cock before her,
intending to please as best she could.
She brushed her lips over the glistening tapered glans,
smearing them with the silvery fluid that oozed from the eye. Emily
opened her mouth to lick the big cockhead, lapping at it from the
underside, across the tip, and then swirling her tongue up and down
each side. Then
Emily halted straight away, releasing the man’s cock. The
erection sprang upwards and slapped his stomach with a resounding
smack. Emily watched it in pure lust, wishing it was back inside
her again – in her cunt, and in her mouth – although she wasn’t too
sure about it going back down her throat. And as for her ass, well
she’d see about that!
Knowing that her opinion was irrelevant, Emily watched
transfixed as the man bent down to undo the laces of his shoes. It
was then that she noted the upper body that was now gloriously
naked and wonderful when bare. A fine mat of trimmed black hair
adorned his flat stomach with a thicker band running all the way
from his furry chest to his rich thatch of curly black pubes. His
chest was well muscled with bulging pecs. Only the big prominent
nipples that crowned these impressive swells were devoid of any
chest hair which spread up to his collar bones where the matt
ended. In contrast to this, the well padded shoulders and broad
muscular back were flawlessly smooth. The ape in the man was
perfectly contained!
Emily took all this in as Her Nemesis stripped out of his
briefs and trousers and hung them up beside the rest of his
clothes. The shoes came off to allow this then were put back on so
he wouldn’t be walking on the cold wet cement floor.
“Okay, Blondie,” said the man, as he resumed his position in
front of Emily, now naked except for his feet. “Let’s have another
go. And when the time comes, relax your throat. If I hear a gag
then you’ll get punished. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” replied Emily, stunned at her compliance, and sure that
a punishment would be coming her way.
“Yes, Master” corrected the man. “My bitches call me
‘Master’.”
“Yes, Master,” said Emily, thrilled to the core. Never in her
wildest dreams did she think that as an adult she would call a man
that, but it felt so right and so good to do so. In the space of a
few minutes, or unwittingly over a month, she had become a slave to
Her Nemesis – Her Master and his beautiful cock.
And there it was again! It jutted before her. And ye gods,
what a sight! It looked so potent and vibrantly alive - a beast of
a prick, snarling in its hunger – eager to inflict righteous
retribution on the slave that knelt before it. Emily looked at this
hypnotic phallus that was lobbing before her, terrified of its
power yet so needy of the infliction. The man reached for her, his
fingers curling again to grip Emily’s sweat drenched hair. She
could only stare as if in a trace, kneeling before Her Nemesis,
worshiping the man’s pagan pole as he showed Emily another moment
of tenderness and stroked her hair.
The moment was brief!
His fingers suddenly resumed their grip and the man pulled
Emily forward. She shuffled her knees painfully on the hard floor,
grazing the skin even further.
“Now we’re going to try again, Blondie. And don’t mess up this
time or you’ll get a smack. But let’s start with some more sucking
to warm you up. Open up wide and give my knob another good gobble.
Do it like you did before – like you’ve being doing in you
fantasies for the past month – you know the ones I
mean.”
Emily parted as instructed, humiliated but so aroused that Her
Nemesis Master knew her so well. She leaned to take the glans of
the man’s dick between her lips – recalling how she had sucked on
Les’s cock, dreaming it was someone else’s – dreaming it was this
one that she was about to devour. The fact that Her Nemesis seemed
fully aware of Emily’s detested mental betrayal only added to her
thrill, and she leaned forward to worship the cock before her,
intending to please as best she could.
She brushed her lips over the glistening tapered glans,
smearing them with the silvery fluid that oozed from the eye. Emily
opened her mouth to lick the big cockhead, lapping at it from the
underside, across the tip, and then swirling her tongue up and down
each side. Then
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