The Adam & Eve Trilogy

Chapter Four-6

“Have you forgiven me yet, My Lord?”

Williamson shook his head no. She increased the intensity of her strokes and placed her open mouth over the tip of his shaft. He tilted his head back and exploded over and over into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could in her dream, the rest spilling out over her chin, sliding down her neck and coating both breasts in a thick white cream.

“You’re forgiven,” Williamson said, and she woke up.

It seemed so real she touched her breasts to see if there was fluid on them. Then, seeing her friend beside her, she breathed out, relieved she was in Stephen’s bed and not with Williamson. Laura got up and used the bathroom. When she returned to bed, she noticed a ray of light from the open door of the bathroom shine on Stephen’s naked body. He had turned on his side, a pillow squeezed between his thighs. He looked like a little boy who had come home after getting into a fight at school with his swollen cheek. The swelling had gone down somewhat, though there was a black and blue bruise beginning to appear below his eye socket. She remembered falling asleep peacefully in his arms on the couch. He must’ve carried her to the bed, but he didn’t remove her dress. Most guys would’ve done that with a vulnerable sleeping woman. It made her trust him even more.

Laura tried to go back to sleep, but the smell of her arousal and the wetness between her thighs kept her awake. She could not get Williamson out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried. She flashed on the image of him in his office, handcuffing her against the brick wall and watching in the mirror as he slid two fingers inside her from behind. She remembered turning her head to the side, offering her lips for him to kiss as he thrust his fingers in and out of her womb. Despite her feeble attempt to escape, she could not deny enjoying what he did to her. It made her feel sexier and more alive than she had ever felt. Part of her wanted to go back to him and get down on her knees and ask his forgiveness for leaving him. Images of her submission came to her mind. Laura put her fingers inside the folds of her s*x and stroked herself as she fantasized about him.

“Please, Phillipe. Please take me back. I should never have left you. Now I promise to never leave your side. Chain me to your bed, whip me, and spank me. You can have me however, wherever and whenever you want. You were right, I am your sub. I can’t deny it any longer. Please take me back, please,” she said, tears dripping down her cheeks.

The fantasy seemed so real to her that Laura reached up with one hand to touch her cheeks, expecting the feel her actual tears, but her cheeks were dry. She reached down and pressed the tips of her fingers deeper into her v****a.

“Take my clothes off, sub. Take me in your mouth.”

In her fantasy, Laura did as she was told. She unzipped his pants and his enormous erection was revealed. It was intimidating, large, thick and demanding.

“For your punishment, you will take me into the back of your throat and suck on me until I come.”

Ashamed of her own thoughts, Laura tried to stop touching herself and pulled her hands away from her body. But the images in her s****l fantasy kept appearing unbidden, projected onto the movie screen in her mind.

Why can’t I stop thinking about it? Why can’t I stop it? Why?

Laura, could do nothing but give in to the images and watch them, such was the power of the desires awakening within her. In the middle of the night, one delicate hand guided the other and the tips of her fingers found her wet and sensitive spot.

Laura imagined a long attractive black leather whip appear in Williamson’s hand.

“If you don’t swallow every last drop of my come, I will give you a lashing with this whip.”

“Yes, Sire.”

Laura tried to swallow Williamson’s huge erection and suck on it, but only half would fit in her mouth. Williamson slid his shaft further down her throat and tears came into her eyes. As Laura imagined the feeling of the beautiful snake-like whip snap over her tender skin, she tilted her head back and trembled, feeling a sublime release inside. Breathing deeply, Laura pulled out her wet fingers. She noticed a thick white cream coating her fingers she had never seen before, causing two of them to stick together…

It was the whip. The whip did this…

Suddenly Laura saw Stephen shift in bed, push the pillow away in his sleep and open his thighs. His long beautiful p***s became illuminated by the shaft of light from the bathroom. The heavy firm sac and shaft looked like a pink and white marble sculpture, smooth, shaved, almost too beautiful to be real. His lithe body was lightly muscled, slender and fit. She admired his flat firm belly. She compared Stephen’s striated abs to her husband, whose folds of fat spilled over the belt at his waist like a slab of meat. She wanted to be closer to him and rest her head on his lap. Laura watched as Stephen’s body seemed to writhe in agony, coping with the stiffness of his erection in his sleep. Laura thought of how Williamson forced her to hold his giant shaft; she could feel its pulsating warmth through his pants. Since she had kissed Stephen’s sweet lips several times already, she could not resist taking him into her mouth. She leaned over his erection, untied her sash, slipped the dress off over shoulders, exposing her breasts and allowing them to fall freely onto him, skin on skin, cradling his warm shaft in her cleavage. She licked her lips to make them wet, cupped his scrotum gently in one hand, giving them a gentle squeeze, and holding his shaft in the other. She wet her lips again and licked the tip of his head over and over with great pleasure, closing her mouth around the rim and sucked on Stephen as hard as she could, making little moaning sounds. Stephen stirred, thrusting his pelvis forward between the cleavage, sliding his shaft deeper into her mouth as he awoke.

“Oh, Laura…”

She kept sucking harder and harder and Stephen breathed out. He saw her beautiful lips reverently sliding up and down his shaft, felt his sensitive root cupped in one of her hands while the other tugged on him. He saw her lovely soft full breasts jiggling up and down as he thrust himself between them.

“Oh God, Laura, I haven’t… for so long, I’m afraid I need more practice controlling…”

Laura nodded twice and began massaging his testicles in her palm and pulling on his shaft harder as she sucked and moaned out.

“Oh Laura, I’m coming, I’m coming…”

Stephen shot several warm jets of come directly into Laura’s mouth until it overflowed down her chin. As she lifted her chin up to swallow, he continued to spray her with a thick cream, coating her breasts with his slick white fluid. Laura pumped out the remaining come, swallowing a second mouthful and wiping the tip of his p***s over her face and lips, feeling the final drops of fluid on the skin of her cheeks.

After she milked him completely of his semen, Laura realized how easy it had been to give pleasure to Stephen in this way. All her life she had a morbid fear of kissing a boy there and of swallowing. Her mother always told her it was disgusting and unnatural. She warned her never to touch or especially kiss a boy there, ever. Though she was curious, Laura always imagined choking or gagging on the semen if she ever attempted to swallow it. She was worried at first when Stephen ejaculated, filling her mouth for the first time in her life with a stream of semen that seemed to keep shooting out of the head of his p***s. But when Laura relaxed and swallowed the first mouthful, it went down her throat smoothly and easily. She always assumed it would have a bitter taste, but it actually had a rather pleasant salty taste. What would have been just a few days ago an unthinkable, difficult and horrible act, now was something easy and delicious to her, something she craved to do again and again and again. When her husband returned, Laura decided to give Roger this pleasure. Hopefully, it would bring them closer together, maybe even save their marriage.

“Oh God, Laura. That was fantastic. I’m sorry I came so fast. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone.”

“It’s OK. I liked how you came so fast. I’ve never done that before. I like the taste of your come. I’d like to do that again. Will you let me do that to you again Stephen?”

“Oh God yes, Laura, anytime you want. It felt so amazing.”

“I’ve decided, Stephen. I want you to be my Dom. I want to serve you and be your sub, at least until my husband returns. Will you do that for me? Will you take me as your submissive?”

“Of course. I want that more than anything in the world, but…”

“But what?”

“It’s Williamson. Did you sign a form with him, back in his office?”

Ashamed, Laura lowered her head and nodded.

“If only I had not taken my f*****g break when I did. He put a collar around your throat, even if you didn’t want it, he got to you first.”

I did want it.

“I don’t want him, I want you.”

“It’s not that simple. Once you’re collared and you’ve signed the consent form, a Dom has to release you, in writing, before another Dom can make his claim on you.”

“That’s ridiculous. I should be able to choose who I want to be with.”

“I know, but it’s a rule at the Club which I signed when I was hired. It helps avoid fights over women. If he releases you, we can be together. Can you talk to him, Laura? I want more than anything to be with you, for you to be my sub.”

“OK. I’ll talk to him.”

“It won’t be easy to get him to let go of someone as pretty as you.”

“Well, I’ll try. I better get home, in case my husband calls me in the morning.”

“Sorry about coming all over you. The way you were kissing me… when I saw your breasts, I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t mean to...”

“It wasn’t your fault, Stephen. I wanted you to. I like having you all over me. I like it a lot. I like you.”

Laura gave Stephen a tender kiss once on the mouth and once over the bruise on his eye.

“My poor brave man. I’m so sorry about your eye.”

“It’s OK, Laura. It feels much better now, actually.”

She pulled up her dress over her breasts and they got out of bed. She put on her high heels and picked up her purse. Stephen slipped on his bathrobe. He walked her to the door.

“I’ll meet you tomorrow at your job after 8. OK?”

“OK.”

“Goodbye, Stephen.”

Laura gave him a kiss on the cheek and looked at him once more. As she turned away, he touched the sleeve of her dress.

“Hey, Laura. You are not a cold fish.”

Laura smiled, shut the door and left.

Stephen shut the door and leaned back against it, smiling.