Casual Family Day:
"This is your idea. You told me the other day about your libido, your submission, and how we should test out the radical disinhibition that my cock generates inside you. I still do not believe you, so we're both in this situation. Me without pants, and you between my legs, with my cock in your hand." She was dressed for work now, gray jacket and skirt, white shirt, dark blue tie, a pink brooch in her hair, red heels. And unaware of the collar, handcuffs and anklets that she still wears.
"You do not have to be so descriptive. Shall we begin? Do you want to know what sorts of acts I would never allow from any other man?" She licked her lower lip, hinting at the lust already building inside her.
"Of course! I'm all ears. Please be descriptive, I always like to be informed."
"First, I may take a cock in my mouth but never on my face." Her fingers went up and down, slowly because I was already quite hard. "It's demeaning, being slapped with someone's meat, the equivalent of saying: 'Take it, bitch!' Makes me feel like you think you can fuck my mouth whenever you want, and impose your own rhythm rather than letting me set the pace."
"No prime rib on the face, gotcha." In interpersonal relationships, honest communication is vital.
"Second, I will not be insulted, no referring to me as a 'slutty cum guzzler' or whatever other perversions rattle around men's thick skulls."
"Ok, no dirty talk." And family values are important in every moment of life.
"Third...mmn..It's hard to concentrate, maybe those two are enough for now."
"How complicated is it for a blonde babe to concentrate on a great cock?"
"I don't even remember how I ended up between your legs. This is exactly what I did not want to happen. I told you about my addiction to you, because I want to deal with my new emotions, and therefore I must accept them as they are."
"You really do not care how you got to my crotch? Only interested in one thing when you have my cock so close to you, eh?"
She bit her lip anxiously.
"It's true ..."
"Unbutton your shirt, I want access to your tits. Relax, leave your hands on my thighs, Karen."
I take my cock in my right hand and slap her cheeks with my meat, before lining up with her mouth. Her eyelids were drooping, but when her head lifted, the navy blue of her eyes stood out in a face dominated by my soft glans sunk between her juicy lips. I caught hold of her head and forced her down to the bottom of my shaft.
Her nose brushed my lower abdomen, I held her by the nape of her neck, so she would not get up, the taste of my cock must have impregnated her throat. The guttural sounds of her drowning were strangely musical. Karen is good at oral sex, and can eat a whole cock like it's nothing, but keeping it in is a totally different challenge. Despite her breathing initially becoming agitated, she gradually calmed until it was a soft wind on my navel.
"It's delightful that you suck my cock like this, submitting to me completely, 'Karen, Milker of Cocks'. That is a magnificent name for you, you nymphomaniac bitch."
I removed my hands and she did not take the opportunity to disengage from my member.
"Slow down, that's it, savor, slowly."
She was pulling my cock out of her throat without hurry. Keeping the head of my cock hanging from her lips, she looked at me with bloodshot eyes. I put two fingers on the nape of her neck and nodded. She lowered her head again, again and again, bottoming out each time, until she stayed there for two whole minutes, reveling in her lack of breath, imbued with the power that subjugated her to my whims.
After ten or fifteen minutes, she quickened the pace, her eyes watering from the pressure. She looked exhausted.
"Stop, Karen." She stopped, with half a cock still in her oral cavity. "Tell me, how do you feel? Humiliated? Excited?"
She extracted my phallus from her mouth with an audible pop.
"Excited! That felt fabulous."
"Are you angry that I called you a 'nymphomaniac bitch'?"
"How can I be angry at anyone with your cock in my mouth?"
"What about the way I treated your mouth like a disposal chute? Did you like that?"
She bit her lower lip.
"I loved it! Pleasure is always mutual... God, I do not know how you do it!"
"Name me another act, one that you would not allow for anything in the world."
She looked at me severely, thoughtfully.
"Someone spilling their seed in my hair is the absolute worst. If you did that, I really would kill you, magical penis or not."
"Good to know. My balls need some love, would you oblige them?"
"Mmn, yes." She said closing her eyes, sticking out her tongue to caress my testicles, licking them, sucking on them.
I guided her hand to my trunk, and with our hands together I stimulated my throbbing stem. Still hot and sweaty from her earlier attentions, with a series of hoarse noises I am soon ejaculating my sticky virility in her golden hair.
"What the HELL, #####!? ... mmmmmm ..."
I painted her lips with my index finger, now loaded with sticky cum, making circles on them. Her anger shattered under the weight of my gentle touch, vanishing into oblivion.
"Calm down, Karen. What you need is more semen on the lips." I smeared my finger with the leftovers of my orgasm, I took it to her chin, to her mouth. "A little on the nose, there, great! Now we can have a mature conversation."
".....mature conversation...."
"Maybe you need even more semen. Karen, Milker of Cocks, are you still hungry?"
"Yes...I...need..."
"Then clean me up."
She performed a shorter blowjob than the previous one, twirling her tongue on my semi-erect shaft. I threw my leftover beer in her face, shooing her away.
"Watch it, retard! I may take your cock on my face, but beer is another matter. I'm going to wash my hair. How could I even put myself in that position? It was so obvious you would come in my hair."
"'Silly Slave.'"
"You order, I obey. My body and my mind belong to you. I yearn to be humiliated by your orders, Master."
"You will continue acting normal, although instead of cleaning your hair, you will gather what you need to lather and rinse my saliva-covered genitals.
It's satisfying for you to have your hair full of my creamy juice, you wanted it, you wanted it to happen, because as you've always known, blondes need to have their hair covered in sperm. Say it: 'Blondes need to have their hair covered in sperm.'"
"Blondes need to have their hair covered in sperm."
"You are a blonde, therefore, you need to cover yourself with sperm."
"I need to cover myself with sperm."
"You love it."
"I love it."
"You will fantasize about being covered in cum, night after night."
"I will fantasize about being covered in cum, night after night."
"You're not going to cut your hair anymore, because you dream about me coming in golden cascade."
"I will not cut my hair anymore, I dream that you will come in my long hair."
"Wake up, Karen."
"I'm going to clean myself up..." She said, holding a hand to her head, smearing her fingers with jelly.
"...You are a pig...." She said, contemplating the substance on her hand, working it around before tasting her stained fingers one by one. ".. an exquisitely palatable pig.—She finished before getting up."
