Slipping Into Oral Danger

The story starts in a bar, where I have a night on the town with my friend Leo. Leo is a married man and lives in wisteria lane. We ended up in a bar and after some drinks, we got talking about sexual challenges. Leo confessed that he enjoyed missionary sex with his wife, but that she was not keen to experiment. Passion needs to be expressed in pitch darkness. Little variation over the years. For convenience, I'll use the "I" form, in which he recounted the story. So one day, I was on a business visit to the Middle East:

It had been a day of heavy shopping and and at around 2pm, my muscles and feet were weary and feeling the strain. Normally I would take a sauna to soak in the heat and clean the skin, but options were limited. Instead of returning to my apartment, I opted for a traditional Thai massage. The receptionist was pleasant, enquiring on any ailments of areas to be avoided. I noted I had none and was ushered to the treatment room. She asked me to undress and was given a pair of paper shorts to wear. You are not reading this to learn about Thai massage techniques, rest me to say that the masseuse was thorough. At a given point - I was on my belly, I heard a tearing sound. These came from the legs of my paper trousers, allowing the masseuse to get better access to the buttock muscles and ligaments of my upper leg. This unfortunately woke up my cock, outside my control. I tried to "will" it down, by thinking of marine engine design - to no avail. I did not dare to look and was happy, lying on my stomach...at which time she asked me to turn around.

I tried to ignore the situation, but she knew I had been stimulated. She continued the massage. By now, the head of my cock was poking out of the paper trouser leg. Each time I gained some control, she lightly brushed against my dick, returning it to full attention. In a final attempt, I closed my eyes. She would not have it and firmly grabbed hold of my cock. At this point, I succumbed to her demands and let go. She noted that she was not allowed to take of her panties, but I was allowed to touch. She lifted her top and two beautiful breasts rolled out, with big brown and stiff nipples. She hopped on the massage table, 69 style. With a final rip of paper, she got full access to my flagpole. A warm mouth enveloped my dick and electric shocks of pleasure cursed through my body. I tried to return some pleasure, by pushing aside her panties, exposing her pussy. I fingered her clit and gspot. She started to get wet, but business is business and she accelerated the attack on my glans with her tongue. I could no longer hold back and came in waves of pleasure. She used my cum to lubricate her hand and continued to rub my cock, causing me to convulse uncontrollably. This confirmed her control. After a short cool down, I got her number. She kissed me on the mouth and sent me on my way. I realised that this had nothing to do with love, yet it felt good and perhaps there was a connection.

Looking back the next day, it felt like an experience to repeat. I called her and asked if she could come to give a massage at my apartment in the evening. She remembered me and consented, as I guess I had not scared her. She arrived at 7pm. I let her in, providing some drinks and bites. I wanted to get the financial aspects out of the way, such that it would not spoil the engagement. Testing the waters, I asked if she could do the massage topless. Rather than answering, she pulled her top off. I carefully asked, if she wanted to earn a bit more and engage in a sex game. She was interested. OK, I said, in this apartment you get full control of my cock. I can't deny you and for each orally induced orgasm, a fixed amount would be added to the compensation. If I would try to pull my cock away, she would be entitled to restrain or bite down, stopping the loss of her rightful control. She could take the time she wanted and stop when she wanted. To my relief, she accepted the game rules.

She pulled down my pants, requiring me to walk around exposed all the time. She then pulled me into the shower for a thorough scrub and clean - just to be sure. Her body really glistened under the shower spray and she let my hands roam over her body. I was now completely erect. She pushed her back to my stomach and playfully rubbed my glans between her labia. She turned around and hunched down. She suggested to test my pain level; when the pain gets to strong, I should shout out her name and she would limit the damage. She took my cock, pulled back the foreskin, exposing the glans. She opened her mouth and slowly placed her teeth behind the rim of the glans and slowly bit down. Initially there was the pleasant feeling of gentle oral contact- enveloped by softness, shifting to perceptible pressure. Slowly the pressure shifted to a pinch, suggestion that pulling out was still possible with a light scrape. Now came the point of no return, her teeth had dug in so deep that my cock was locked in her mouth. Still not unpleasant. She continued and the first pain started emerging, clearly coming to a signal: "stop working against me." It came to a point where she might be breaking skin, so I called her name. She slowly let go and examined my dick. Teeth indentations showed a clear and regular pattern of the teeth.

So far this story is based on true events, but let me know how you would like it to continue. I'm naturally going to complete the story in steps, but keen to see if there are people interested and what they would like to see happen.