Chapter Six
D
Using James like a w***e produced a most sordid scene of s****l power and dominance. He lay there helplessly with his ankles in the air and his thighs well spread for me. When the conflicting sensation of humiliation over road the pain, he tumefied, an expected result from the subservient male. I pumped with my hips. The resulting friction against by little bud began a series of small but very pleasant c******l orgasms. My end of the phallus was performing as expected.
Then after some two dozen firm and deep thrusts, I rested. Physically, my legs began to weaken with the waves of ecstasy. Mentally, my control overwhelmed.
While I paused, I squeezed and twisted James’ testicles, careful not to touch the p***s. There would be no respite for my male harlot.
I began again.
