Chapter 10 #2
There was little time for me to take in what she said, her free hand gripping the base of her cock and angling it towards my wide-open mouth, the other propelling me forward until the two met in a collision of saliva and ebony pole, a brief hint of salt and the taste of something more musky giving way to the sensation of my lips stretching around smooth skin, a pressure building on my cheeks, jaw and tongue, like the masseuse was massaging my mouth using some hot instrument.
When it hit the back of my throat my arms shot out, uncaring when I gripped the pliable muscle of her bare thighs, panic overtaking me and my gag reflex producing noises I had never heard myself make before.
‘Hhhurrrgh-’
I sucked in a deep breath as she withdrew herself, yanking my head back and staring deep into my eyes, keeping me looking at her flushed face, almost kindly rubbing herself along my cheek, wet sounds sounding like gunshots in the bedroom as she tapped her cock against my face.
‘Good girl. Now, let’s try again.’
An ache had already begun in my jaw, and my lips had begun to swell, but I didn’t resist as she slid that monster – lubricated by the same saliva that now dried on my cheek – back into my mouth, pushing forward again until the bloated head was nudging the back of my mouth and my eyes began to water.
She chuckled, watching me through half-lidded eyes. ‘Such a good girl, Adrienne. Such a good husband. Feel your pleasure shifting deeper… you are blooming.’
Her words were like a switch, and any sense of panic melted away to lurk in the shadows of my psyche, my hands on her broad thighs relaxing, my eyes and mind glazing over as she used me.
Even being unable to breathe through my mouth, stretched around her thick girth, each back-and-forth of my head making me cough and splutter, it was truly the happiest I think I had ever been up to that point.
‘Urhrgh,’ I grunted.
Glock. Glock. Glock.
My chin was covered in a drool of saliva and pre by the time she expertly shifted her hips, my head following, the lower half of her cock untouched… until now.
‘Let’s give some shape to your throat,’ she chuckled. ‘Remember to breathe.’
Of course it was easy for her to say, I’d guess nearly eight inches of cock turning quickly into ten orally impaling me, not just my mouth but my throat now used for her pleasure.
‘Fuck,’ she said as she slowly rocked her hips to-and-fro, ‘fuck,’ each curse punctuating a forward thrust, my head starting to become dizzy, my eyes blurry, ‘fuck… fuck… fuck…’ All I could try to focus on was her sheer presence, a silhouette looming over me, her hand still gripping my hair tight, and the smell of Lotus Oil and her own earthier aroma making me drip uncontrollably all over my own carpet.
Aminata was close, I could feel it, hear it, and I knew I wasn’t far behind.
‘That’s it,’ she half-whispered, stuck in her own head as much as me. ‘Get ready.’
Our climaxes built together, and when it bloomed entirely it could not have been more different; Aminata nearly roared as she flooded me with potent cum, her churning balls throbbing, sharp exhales of breath following every jet of cum going straight down my throat.
When she moved to pull herself free with a pop I tasted the cum she left in a trail along my tongue, far sweeter than I would have assumed, and smiled through a mouth that hurt.
My own zenith had been just as it should be, a small throb from my nearly flaccid clitty, an extra trickle of precum, and a sensation centred around my arsehole that left me wanting to fill myself in order to satisfy it.
‘Not…’ she took a breath, even more beautiful with perspiration on her face, ‘…not bad.’
Only able to respond with a croak from a used throat, I stayed where I was and watched her while she removed and tossed her linen trousers aside with contempt, pulling the camisole up and providing me with a perfect view of her breasts tapering gently downwards, dark nipples that I could trace with my tongue, and heavy but yielding flesh that would feel so good in my hands.
The problem was that they no longer held any interest for me, not in the way they had before, not in the way her cock did as it shockingly began to swell again with preternatural virility.
Sure, I knew it would give her pleasure if I were to act on my icky man instincts, and so that would give me pleasure in turn, but it wasn’t what I actually wanted.
When you’re ready… press the tip gently against your entrance… and breathe.
That’s it… slowly… let it slide in… just a little at first.
Good girl… feel how natural it is to be filled.
There’s no shame here. Only pleasure. Only opening.
That’s right. That is what I wanted. It’s what I’d wanted for some time now, ever since I had started using the wand, of course it was! Here was my chance.
Obviously, she knew.
‘Oh?’ she questioned, grinning from ear to ear, leisurely stroking herself and standing aside to my quite spacious bed open. An unspoken invitation.
There was no urging needed, my body responding as if programmed itself, shimmying up the bed in the most feminine way I could manage until I lay with my head against the headboard.
Aminata followed, prowling like some predatory creature, her movements making me whimper with impatience.
She ignored me, taking her time, leaving a track of cum and spit over the same bed and sheets Cathy and I had used to make love, all of that utterly forgotten by me when I caught sight of her feminine cock swaying from side to side.
No words were spoken as she grabbed my hips, pulling me towards her in one tug, my back hitting the mattress and my legs pointing at the ceiling.
My virginal hole, exposed and longing, on full display.
She slipped her legs inside mine, using her flexed thighs to keep mine apart, carelessly throwing them over her shoulders and shifting on her knees until the tip of her cock rested at my entrance, just the feeling of it there making me shudder.
With one arm she held my legs in place, pinned to her in a domineering grip, and with the other she delivered a slap to one of my burgeoning tits, soft and tender, and then to the other.
‘Are you ready?’ she huffed, her eyes almost manic. ‘Remember, we tell no one about this. Do you understand?’
‘Under-stand,’ I said in a whisper.
‘Good, and you know what this means? There’s no more Adrian.
No more going back to work dressed like a man.
No more living like a man.’ She paused for a moment, and her mask of domination seemed to slip a little.
‘But… your blossoming will be able to continue without such silly concerns, and we at the Blooming Lotus Centre will only ever do our best for you.’
I could have cried, but I didn’t. I just reached down and curled my fingers around each cheek, spreading them wide for her.
There was no going back, and in many ways I don’t think there had been since Cathy caught me that evening. I’d just been too stubborn to realise, too feckless to see what was obviously going on in front of my eyes.
None of it mattered now.
‘Make sure to breathe, and push down as if you’re going to the toilet. It will make it easier.’
Nothing seemed odd to me anymore, and I did as she asked, laying my head back down and closing my eyes, trying to do as she asked while counting in my mind.
One… two… th-
Fuck!