When Curiosity Fills

She grabbed my hair and backed me up to the loveseat, sitting my back on my heals and pinning the back of my head against the padded edge. Still holding me firmly by the hair, she stared me straight in the eyes; "I told you I have a 2:00 appointment and I will not keep him waiting. You see, he likes to think of me as all girl, never wants to see my little cock. The problem is that he is very attractive and it would not be very ladylike to get an erection while he is fucking me. Do you understand?"

I stumbled "Yes Mistress"

"I don't think you do." She retorted. "Open your mouth."

I thought about fighting her off. This is not what I had in mind. I did not come here to suck a cock. I wasn't a fag. Then, out of nowhere, she slapped me firmly. "Are we having a hard time understanding the rules." She squeezed my lips together and I opened my mouth.

"Much better." She said as she straightened herself, resting her soft flesh of her cock on my bottom lip.

I closed my eyes.

In it came, Dry at first, pulling on my lips. She shoved it in firmly saying "I better not feel those teeth." I opened wide to avoid her tearing my lips and curled my lips around my teeth to avoid contact with her soft flesh. She sensed my mouth opening and shoved herself in deep. Her head hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag. She stopped, holding my head tight and leaving her cock bulging in my mouth. My mouth started to water as she pulled out slightly.

"Much better. . . keep it nice and wet." She slid herself back in, this time even deeper, causing me to gag again. She laughed as she pulled it out slightly again. By now, her cock was solid and was filling my mouth. I could barely breath.

"Do you taste that salty flavor" she asked. "That is cum. . . I know it is your first taste, but it will not be your last."

I almost threw up. The thought of having semen in my mouth was almost too much for me to bare.