Fate Cries Foul by Renier Larouche (best interesting books to read TXT) 📖

before, but she wanted more. She wondered if he was pleased as he stood there surveying her like this.

"Seven." She whimpered. The belt stung and she knew she was dripping. She waited silently, on all fours for His next command.

She felt his hands tug her panties down so he could see her bare ass. She felt embarrassed yet turned on, wondering if her ass had marks across it. She could feel the sting of them, the burning heat of where the leather had struck her each time. She wondered if her ass looked good but just as she thought about it, she felt His hand.

"Let's see how wet that made you." His fingers rubbed between her wet slit, sliding easily along her pussy lips. She moaned as she felt His fingers inspecting her.

"Mm hmm." She heard Him say. "You're soaked." He said so matter-of-factly. She felt her face flush as if a dirty secret was revealed. As if his confirmation of her wet pussy somehow told the world what a hungry little slut she was in that moment. She closed her eyes as he rubbed her and moaned when He stopped. Her body craved more - more of Him and she waited.

He came around to the chair and sat down, His hard cock now in her face. She smiled. It was what she craved in that moment, to taste Him and please Him. She knew that was what she was there for - His pleasure yet, the belt had given her unexpected pleasure. She felt her pussy ache again as she felt the heat of the belt marks and saw His hard cock. She did not know how much she had needed it until she had it.

"Go ahead and suck it." He said and sat back in the chair to watch her

She remembered he said he preferred no hands so she remained on all fours as she licked His cock. His hand held it so that she could wrap her mouth around it. She slowly slid her mouth down, her soft lips sliding down the length of his thick cock trying to get it all down. She gagged herself on it, both because she knew He would like it but also she liked the challenge of trying to get as much down her throat as she could. She knew she was good at this and wanted to show Him.

"Spread your legs a little wider." He said as she slowly moved her mouth up and down. "You know there's a mirror behind you."

She did not know that and instantly felt nervous, afraid the view was not good enough yet knew too that she would hopefully have Him not concerned with the mirror if she kept gagging her slutty little mouth on His cock. She was hungry for it and focused on how it felt in her mouth, trying to forget his words about the mirror as she continued to feel the sting of the belt lingering.

His cock felt good sliding between her lips and she loved how thick it was as she sucked it down. Her mouth bobbing up and down on it, picking up the pace and trying her best to keep good suction on it. She heard him moan and continued.

"That's it." He said. His words made her pussy tingle and made her suck a little faster. Deeper. Her mouth full of saliva, it started to run down her chin. Her face was getting messy as she lost herself to her task, sucking His amazing cock. She let her drool slide down her chin on to the floor, no longer caring what she looked like. She wanted to taste Him. Wanted to hear His moans as he came in her mouth. That was all she could think of in that moment.

She gagged herself deep on his cock again. The saliva coming out as she choked on his cock. "That's it." He said softly, encouraging her to keep doing what she was doing.

She pulled off and went right back down, chin covered in spit, and gagged herself harder on his cock. Her saliva almost coming out her nose, eyes watering. She didn't care what she looked like. As soon as she heard His voice again she knew she was close to getting what she craved. "That's it. Just like that." He said.

She didn't care that her knees ached from being on all fours. She didn't care that she looked like a sloppy mess. She had one task: to suck His cock. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock and soon felt His hands on either side of her head. His moans more frequent. She sucked harder, wanting to taste him. He grunted and she went deep on his cock, feeling the first rope of cum shoot down her throat. It made her pussy drip as she swallowed it. His cock pulsed between her lips and she stayed as deep as she could letting him cum down her throat like the little cocksucking slut she was. She pulled off a little and tasted Him. His cum on her tongue, her reward for a task well completed. She moaned with HIs cock inside her mouth and continued to swallow His seed until every last drop was in her belly just as a good girl should. Tainted Cure

 It is early in the morning and I have been awake for 30 minutes kneeling at your side of the bed, watching you emerge from your sleep. You roll to one side and then the other and recognize my presence. You run your fingers over your face and then stretch your arms and smile gently at me, extending and running your hands through my hair whispering, "Did you sleep well my dear? I hope so, I was gone so late and that cage is uncomfortable."

You prop yourself up on an elbow, hair a seet tangle going everywhere at once, your smile, your eyes seem to shine with a fresh anticipation I haven't seen in weeks. You roll your legs over the side of the bed and stand, headed to the bathroom, but stop and kiss me on the top of the head. There's an easy acceptance. "I adore how you have stayed with me my dear one."

You bring your lips to mine and kiss me deeply your tongue slipping between mine opening my lips and my mouth to yours...we are suddenly kissing as lovers might who had just returned from weeks apart.

"I know it has not been easy...you don't always pick things up, but, you know I love you and think the world of your devotion and tenderness, your lovely words keep me entranced."

You look down and cock your head. "Would you like to taste me this morning...I know it has been a while?"

I nod affirmatively looking up at you...watching you turn your back to me, your full well rounded bottom such a perfect resting place for my eyes....moving my spirit even years now since we have shared our unusual life together. Your panty, on one side has risen into your bottom crack, I watch you pull it out and then turn and wag your finger at me for me to follow. I stand and walk quickly and then kneel again inside the door to the bathroom.

You turn your bottom to the toilet and push your panties to your ankles and then sit quickly, with an urgency and release, your pee splashing loudly and strongly into the bowel. There is something pedestrian about your task that I want inflated with meaning- to feel I've entered an intimate space. I hear your stream cease and you beckon me with your finger, opening your legs and pushing up your pelvis and wet dripping pussy towards my face..."lick me up," you say, "I have all kinds of little tastes for you my boy..."

I move my face between your red and slightly swollen sex lips. I know they've been recently battered by your new friend. I see the small droplets of wetness around your opening and feel your fingers lightly entangle themselves in my hair. Caressing me while I swab my tongue over your waste.

"You are mine you know and I so like having you here with me ...did I say that before my dear one? That I love you my sweet boy."

"But you must also know your place. And I need more, I need more length, I need that powerful masculinity...I need to feel him pumping into me, filling me, taking me, my hands pulling his ass down into me, thrusting."

"I know you understand."

I nod quietly masking a torrent of jealousy that tears through me ...touching my pain and my joy.

My cock thickens despite the strange wire cage it is encased in. Your hand presses my mouth to clean the drops of urine that drip from your sex. I open my lips, my tongue comes out and I lick and lick, taste and swallow and lick ...and lick some more swabbing your opening with my tongue, drinking drops of your salty golden fluid, ...I taste a deeper pungency...the saltiness of sex residue from last night and I press my tongue further into your opening...as far as it will go...licking at the walls, tasting, drinking in this sweet strong intimacy...I close my eyes, embrace the darkness against the smell of your sex, your words are muffed by your thighs, a spasm in your hips, gripping me......it feels as though I am in you..."can you taste him?"

I hear your words and know what you are implying. It doesn't matter. I love you. I am determined. I feel your finger trying to jab into my mouth ...

"Here ...taste this ...taste this...taste him." you have scrapped some dried semen from your thigh and pushed it into my mouth ...I cant taste much...but I have withdrawn...the spell broken, a new one settling over us. You do this too me. You ride me emotionally Intensity is your trump card, you knows it is all in the mind and the heart...my eyes come up to yours.

"You do love me boy don't you? You haven't because of this new direction have you?" I look up at your eyes and meet them steadily, there's a wetness , a sparkle,...an honest appreciation. I choke back my own tears, my throat feeling stuck ...this moment is filled suddenly with an overwhelming sense of understanding. I pull back, the river of words starts flowing in me, they come quickly."

"I love you beyond the word, "love," beyond the feeling Miss...I love you where nothing can touch my love for you ...not you, not another man, not your intercourse with him, not your tongue on his lips or his semen in your cunt or his baby in your belly."

"I love you wholly Miss, beyond how weak I am, beyond how I have failed you, beyond how darkly I have driven myself, and beyond, well beyond, how you make me tremble when I am alone in my cage, surrounded by darkness, your image swelling in me. It is not the ordinary way Miss...I don't want to love you that way...I can not. It is beyond love...the place I wish to love you."

I see your face break into a smile. "My silly boy...your words float around the room