Jonathan Blake
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# Posted: 20 Jun 2008 07:45:20
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I am laying in bed, nervous, mad as hell, and extremely turned on. I'm watching the sun rise over the Las Vegas strip. It's 6:30 in the morning. Waiting. Wondering. Suddenly, the deafening silence of the room is shattered as I hear a knock. Loud, insistent. I get out of bed, led by my hard penis... and anxiously open the door. Relieved to see you standing there.
"Hi boy!" - you tell me, brushing by "I'm home. Sorry, I must have lost my key!" You giggle and grin at me. I stare at you, bleary-eyed...you look disheveled, your hair and lipstick is a mess. You are smiling though, and you seem to have a warm glow about you...and then you turn and walk into the bathroom, closing the door. I am again alone.
I think about the events of the evening. Six hours earlier, we had arrived at Rum Jungle after a great meal at Aureole. Just a little nightcap and a dance or two before heading upstairs, you had told me. You looked so hot in your tight black dress...with backseamed stockings, and your insanely sexy "bondage" high heeled shoes. Wow. You had been attracting attention all night. As soon as we got into the club, I went to get us drinks. When I came back to you, you were sitting at a nearby VIP table talking to two guys. You introduced me to them. You already had a drink in your hand. At first I was apprehensive, not knowing what was going on. You were talking with Matt, who must have been 6" 3 or taller, very well built. Probably early 30's. I immediately noticed that he was having a hard time taking his eyes off of your chest. His friend, Steve, engaged me in conversation. He was a nice guy, very into racing, and we got into a long discussion about NASCAR... 15 or 20 minutes later, I noticed you and Matt leaving the table and heading over to the dance floor. Steve looks at me and says, "Hey dude, it's really cool of you to take your sister to Vegas to help her over her recent break up." Suddently I realized what you had told them. I realize Steve has been keeping me busy as a favor to his friend Matt. I wonder if you had thought of that brother/sister story on the spot...or had it been something you planned in advance?
You and Matt disappeared in the crowd as I spoke to Steve. I spotted you a few times, looking flushed as you gazed at Matt, dancing closer to him, your and his hands wandering. I few times I see you whispering to each other. It's hard to tell, but at one point I think I see him with his hands on your ass, his face close in to your neck. Steve says something to me, and I turn to him. When I turn back, you're gone. A few minutes later, he gets a text message on his phone. He reads it and smiles. "Um, Matt tells me that your sister wanted to go someplace quieter...she says to tell you that she'll be back to the room later, and that you shouldn't wait up." I feel like I've been punched in the gut. My mouth is suddenly dry. I'm furious, excited, scared, and a million other things, all at the same time...
Right then, I feel my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. Greatly relieved, I grab it. It's a text message from you. It reads "Boy, you have five minutes to ask me to come back to the room or you accept the consequences." I tell Steve that I need to go to the bathroom. I go in, enter a stall. Take out my blackberry. I'm sweating. I type "Baby, please come back." Erase it. Type it again, my fear starting to override my excitement. My finger is hovering over the send key. Suddenly, the phone vibrates with an incoming message. "OK. Turning phone off. Thanks Cuck!" I stare at the message in disbelief. It takes me a few minutes to catch my breath. On the way out of the bathroom, I realize I don't have any change for the attendent. Shaking with confusion and excitement, I reach into my pocket, grab a $100 bill, and leave it in the tip jar...I go back to the table, and tell Steve I'm heading up.
Once back in the room, I get undressed. I send you a few text messages asking first if you're serious, then begging you for updates. No reply. No reply at all. I am hard. I touch myself. But I'm shivering with excitement and dread, and I can't come. I turn on the TV. Turn it off. Lie there in the darkness, imagining what you're doing. A million scenarios run through my mind. It's the longest three hours of my life.
So now you're back. You emerge from the bathroom. I'm sitting on the side of the bed, not knowing what to do or say. You walk over and stand in front of me, and turn around with your back facing me, asking me to help you take off your dress. I start to unhook it...and then I realize that about half of the hooks are not connected. I realize that you had it off and had hastily put it back on. I start peppering you with questions...where did you go, what did you do...you just sigh and ask me again to take off the dress... I finally get it unhooked. You shrug it off and turn around...you start stroking my hair as I look at your incredible body. "I'm back, little boy...there, there..." you soothingly tell me...
There are no lights on in the room, but with the dawn breaking I can make out some marks on your body. You've had fun. You have the beginnings of a hickey on your neck. Both of your breasts look like they've been nibbled pretty hard, the nipples still hard and red...lower down, your pussy lips seem a bit swollen, but I can't see any wetness there...were you truly naughty or did you just play around a bit? I can't tell. I'm not sure I want to know.
Your pressure on my head urges me closer to your body...you kiss me. Gently. Lovingly. You push my head down, over your breasts. I soothingly lick them, suck them very, very softly. You urge me to go easy on you. You coo softly. "How's my little boy? Did he get any sleep waiting for his Goddess" you ask me teasingly...
You push me back onto the bed, onto my back...you're now sitting next to me, your hand slowly moving down my body, over my chest and stomach, and you start slowly stroking my penis... "Mmmmm he may be little but he's very hard" you say... You start stroking me a little faster, getting me closer....then you pivot and start swinging one of your legs over my head, positioning your pussy over my face. "Little boy...I need you to be very gentle with me right now..." you say as you lower yourself all the way down. You're sitting over my face, facing my feet. You are stroking my penis...I begin softly licking the outside of your sex. Teasing you. Gently licking your thighs, getting closer to your labia...somewhat afraid of what I might find? Now I begin to slowly lick your clit. I hear you sigh. I don't taste anything out of the ordinary, now I'm sure you were playing with me earlier. As you stroke my penis, I imagine that you and Matt went somewhere else for a drink, talked for an hour or two, and then you came back to the room. Played a head trick on me. I smile inside at your cleverness.
"So boy...do you want to know...if I...you know" you teasingly tell me. You are stroking me a little harder now. You start moaning a little, as my tongue alternately circles and massages your clit. "Yes Goddess", I say. "Yes what?" is the response. "Yes, I want to know" I answer. You're not going to let me get off that easily. "Say it, little boy" You firmly tell me. I cave in. I have to know.
"Goddess, did you make me a cuckold tonight?" I ask. As if in response, I feel your weight shift ...you are sliding forward on my face a little...stroking me more quickly...I'm getting closer..."Put your tongue inside me, little one" you softly say...I tentatively do as instructed. As my tongue penetrates you for the first time, it hits me...the unmistakable, bitter taste of semen. "Yes little boy...yes!" You answer...as if in total capitulation, I immediately come, shooting stream after stream of cum across your hand and over my stomach...as soon as that happens...I can feel your thighs tense up...and then...you're coming too, secure in the knowledge that your cuckold loves you...and always will.
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