His Belonging - An Erotic Tale (3 page)

“Do you like what you see?”

“Ummmm” answered Blake wittily.

“I'll take that as a yes. Would you prefer I stay like this
or get dressed? If you want me to stay like this you might like to
close the curtains. I don't mind putting on a show but they're your
neighbors and you'd know best how they might react.”

“Yes” said Blake, belatedly answering Courtney's first
question, “and yes, I'll close the curtains.”

Blake got up and shut the curtains. When he turned Courtney had
sprawled herself on the couch. Her legs were slightly spread,
revealing even more of her pussy to him. Beads of moisture dripped
along the edges of it and he was pretty sure that they weren't from
the shower.

“You said something about testing me I think?”
Courtney asked boldly.

“Yes, well...” Blake had to think quickly, obviously
his ploy of ordering her to strip had just gone out the window. He
proceeded with the rest of his plan.

“I can easily verify one of the things in your story, so
we'll start with that. You said you were excellent at oral sex. I
think I've had enough of it in my lifetime to be a good judge of
quality for it.”

“Okay, sit down please unless you want me to start with you
standing up. I'll warn you though, I've weakened men's legs with my
womanly wiles before so if you choose to stand and end up falling
down, please don't blame me.”

Courtney offered up a humorous grin to go with her warning.

“No, that's okay. I'll sit.”

Blake moved back to the couch and sat beside Courtney. As he did
so she smoothly slid from the couch to land on her knees. She pivoted
on her knees to face him and leaned over. Blake's gaze shifted down
as she closed in on him. He watched her unbutton his jeans using
nothing but her teeth and then grasp his zipper tab between her front
teeth and draw it down. While he was distracted by the actions of her
teeth he hadn't noticed her fiddling with his shoes. Now she slid
them both off, grasped the legs of his pants and began a slow steady
tug. It only took him a moment to realize that he'd need to help her
at this point before he lifted his butt to free the pants. As soon as
he did, they slid smoothly down his legs and she removed them. She
leaned in with her teeth once more, drawing down the front of his
boxer briefs far enough to get to his cock. She didn't have to move
them very far since the sight of her in all her nude glory, followed
by her rather erotic means of opening his pants had him as hard as he
could ever remember being.

She began by licking his cock head, slowly and gently at first.
Laving it with long, wet strokes of her nimble tongue. She swirled
her tongue around his head and under the bottom edges of it then
began to work her way down. When she ran into the fabric of his
underwear, her tongue snaked under the edge of it to lick a little
bit more of his cock. She finally gave in, reached up and slowly drew
his underwear down. Her tongue swirled its way down his cock, paying
attention to each new section revealed as his underwear slid lower
and lower. Finally his underwear were down, his cock fully revealed.
She quickly slid his underwear off to join his pants in a pile on the
floor.

Courtney smiled a huge smile up at Blake and leaned her head into
his lap once again. This time her lips pursed together and she kissed
the top of his cock. The tip of her tongue slid into the slit at the
end of his cock, sliding back and forth as though she were french
kissing it. She relaxed the pressure of her lips and slid him into
her mouth. At first she only took him head deep. She ran her tongue
under the edge at the bottom of the head of his cock, teasing the
sensitive skin of his shaft just under the rim formed where the head
stopped and the shaft began. She withdrew her mouth from his cock and
gazed into his face:

“I do need to know, are you going to judge me on how quickly
I can get you off or how much pleasure I can give you in the process?
There are two basic ways to give head: quick and fast to get the man
off as quickly as possible, or long and slow to torture the man with
pleasure. Which one will help me score better on your test?”

Blake's mind was already blown. She had already put more care and
attention into her efforts than any of his previous girlfriends had
put into entire blow jobs.

“Whichever you prefer?” he answered.

“Okay, I'll torture you with pleasure for a little bit and
then when you can't take it any more I'll make you cum so quickly
your head spins.” Courtney smirked at her own pun and returned
her attention to Blake's cock.

This time she slid her mouth straight down his cock about half
way. Her hand slid up to the base of his cock, encircling it and
gently applying pressure. She began to move her hand up and down
slowly, bobbing her mouth in time with her hand. She varied the
pressure of her hand and her lips, keeping them synchronized for a
few minutes then contrasting the two with her hand applying firm
pressure while he could barely feel her lips in contact with his cock
and vice versa.

After a while of the contrast Blake began to squirm a bit. The
feelings were intense but at the same time they were slightly
distracting. He could certainly credit the part of her story where
she was distracting gamblers with this style of blow job.

When Blake began to squirm, Courtney let him do so for a few
minutes and then switched styles again. She removed her hand from the
base of his cock, sliding it down the shaft and onto his scrotum, she
fondled his testicles through the outer skin as her mouth began to
slide farther and farther down his cock. Within a minute, she was
taking the head of his cock deep into her throat. She lodged it in
her throat and then swallowed. Blake let out a groan of pleasure.
Sliding back up his cock, Courtney began to hum lightly, just a long
'Mmmmm' sound, as though she were savoring a delicious flavor. As she
buried his cock in her throat one more she continued the hum and
Blake let out yet another groan. When she got him lodged into her
throat and swallowed once more she had to stop humming for a moment
but began once again as soon as she physically could.

Blake's head was spinning. He'd never had a blow job that was even
half as good as this one. The woman was swallowing his cock! When she
hummed, he could feel her throat rippling along the skin of his cock
causing a sensation that was entirely new, and incredibly erotic, to
him. At this point he was willing to believe anything Courtney told
him. He couldn't think of a way that a woman as young as she was
could get this good at oral sex without some serious training.

Courtney's hand continued to stroke and play with the sensitive
skin on Blake's scrotum. Very light pinches and a hint of fingernail
applied to the skin brought reactions all out of proportion to the
effort involved. Her favorite so far in this encounter was when she
had Blake buried in her throat, swallowing several times in
succession. While she did that she drew her fingernails lightly over
the entire length of his scrotum, ending with her fingernails against
her own lip as she ran out of skin to continue drawing them across.

Blake began to squirm again, he desperately wanted to cum but
Courtney seemed to notice whenever he started to get close and back
off to something nearly as pleasurable as whatever she had just been
doing but less intense enough that he found his orgasm backing off.
Not once did the thought occur to him that he could just order her to
make him cum. He was enjoying this blow job more than a lot of the
sexual encounters he had previously had, not just previous blow jobs
but the whole shooting match, intercourse and all.

Courtney noticed Blake start to squirm once more and raised
herself to take the head of his cock out of her throat. She laved him
with her tongue inside of her mouth, swirling it around the base of
his cock. Pretty soon, if she wasn't mistaken, she'd need to use her
next trick to keep him from cumming. Preparing for that she removed
her hand from his scrotum and lowered it to his calf, her other hand
taking its place on the other calf. Most men would tense their calves
up right before cumming, if you massaged them just as they were
tensing up, it would delay their orgasm and most of them would never
notice or know why.

Blake noticed Courtney's hands move to his legs. His calves were
tensed and she started to loosen them. As she did so, she bobbed her
head once more to bury the head of his cock in her throat. Blake was
sure that he was about to let go with a massive wave of cum but as
she swallowed around his cock he simply let out another groan. He
didn't understand, he'd always known when he was about to cum and
this was the third time he'd been wrong in the past five minutes.

Courtney's strong hands moved along the muscles of Blake's calves,
loosening them over and over as they tried to tense back up. She slid
her head back up so that Blake's cock was only in her mouth and not
in her throat. As she did so she gave her head a slight twist. In
addition to pushing the head of his cock into the side of her mouth,
her nearly dry hair came sweeping out from behind her back, brushing
Blake's inner thighs and scrotum. She was almost ready to let Blake
cum, she had just been hoping that he'd tell her to make him cum
first but she thought that she had demonstrated her skills
sufficiently.

Blake felt a feathery stroking along the inside of his thighs and
along his scrotum. With Courtney's mouth around his cock and her
hands on his calves he couldn't possibly envision what she was using.
It was the final straw though, he desperately wanted to open his eyes
and look but he was so tensed up that he couldn't get his eyes to
open.

“Oh God, I need to cum!” he cried out.

It wasn't a command but Courtney figured it was close enough. She
took her hands from his calves, grabbing her own hair and firmly
stroking it over his scrotum and inner thighs again. At the same time
she bobbed her head down to take his cock fully into her throat one
last time. This time, she was as careful to get her breasts rubbing
against his leg as she had been to keep her breasts from coming into
contact with them earlier. She twisted her chest gently, rubbing her
breasts back and forth across his legs as she stroked him with her
hair. When she swallowed around his cock once more, it was too much
for Blake and he erupted in an orgasm that locked every muscle in his
body, even his teeth were clenched.

Blake's orgasm continued for what felt like an eternity to him.
Meanwhile Courtney continued massaging his cock with her throat.
Whenever she needed to come up for air she'd bob up for a quick
breath, then bury his cock in her throat once more and begin to
swallow around it. When Blake finally finished cumming, he collapsed
into a puddle on the couch, unable to move. Courtney looked up at him
and daringly slid her way up his body to give him a short, chaste
kiss on his lips. Blake's eyes opened in surprise to find themselves
staring into her own vivid gray-blue orbs.

“Oh My God! That was fucking incredible, I don't think I can
move yet. I'll buy that part of your story. I've gotten less pleasure
out of fucking some women.”

“I'm glad you enjoyed it Master.” Courtney ducked her
head coyly, her hair swing forward to cover her breasts.

“I need a drink, I may not recover from that for hours, if
not days.”

“Where do you keep the drinks Master? I'll be happy to get
it for you.”

“You don't need to do that.”

“No, you didn't order me to do it so I don't need to do it.
I'd like to please my Master though so if you tell me what you want
and where it is, I'll get it for you.”

“What happened to calling me Blake?”

“Sorry Blake, I thought that in the house Master would be
acceptable.”

“Whatever makes you happy Courtney.”

“Thank you Master, now what would you like to drink and
where is it kept?”

“There's a cabinet in the kitchen, to the right of the
refrigerator. Inside of it is my liquor collection. Get me a shot of
the Jameson's Irish Whiskey, the glasses are in the cupboard to the
right of the liquor cabinet.”

“Yes Master, thank you.”

“Thank me? For what? I should be on my knees thanking you.”

“Thank you for letting me serve you. You shouldn't be on
your knees to me, I am your possession, your belonging. The phrase 'I
live to serve' has real meaning for me.”

“We'll discuss that later, but for now... Thank you.”

Courtney returned with the shot of whiskey quickly. Blake managed
to prop himself up on the couch and sip at his shot. By the time he
had finished it, he could manage to move again.

Blake finally sat straight up, revived by his shot of whiskey:

“That was insanely good. I'm willing to at least tentatively
accept your story. I still can't believe that this is happening to me
but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“I'm not sure I like being referred to as a horse Master.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I do. I like to test my limits though. Raymond had
absolutely no sense of humor, Tom was better but he was moody and if
you caught him in the wrong mood, you shouldn't mess around at all.
I'm just trying to find out where you are on the scale.”

“I'd like to think that you aren't going to be able to tick
me off enough to do anything but yell at you, no matter what you do.
I know you think I own you but as far as I'm concerned you can own
yourself again, you just need to tell me that you want that.”

“Master... Blake... You have no idea, do you, that you just
stumbled on the one threat that is most likely to make me adhere to
your every wish and whim as closely as possible. You still don't
believe that this is how I need to live, do you?”