gay quest part3
by Porn Review Blogfrom all those sessions of sucking on my finger and drinking cum from my cunt
paid off. Jim immediately turned back to the task at hand, and performed it, and
very well, too. He peeled back the sheet and engulfed Brian’s long cock half way
into his mouth, and began to slide his lips up and down. He still didn’t know
how to deep throat then, Loretta, so when I saw that his mouth could go no
further I just placed those red tipped fingers of his where they could stroke the
lower part of his boss’s cock while his mouth honored the upper part. His hand
looked so tentative, so feminine, so right, wrapped around another man’s prick!
His fingers looked even slenderer than mine, and his grip seemed so loving!
Then his mouth and his hand each did their things. I waited and watched as Brian
settled back and then began to thrust his hips and then to hump Jim’s mouth.
Finally what I could see of Brian’s cock lurched and spasmed, and pearly liquid
began to seep out of the corners of Jim’s mouth. He swallowed as rapidly as he
could, and licked the excess off his face and swallowed that. I wondered if the
cum tasted familiar.
I then said in a kindly way, “Do it again, princess! This is a man, and you’re a
woman!”
Well, discipline tells! I left the two of them in that room together — I had my
other clients, after all — but I paused at the door to look back. Jim leaned
forward and began again, tenderly kissing the tip of Brian’s dong and licking the
sides, altogether on his own this time. He looked so pretty kneeling there in
his silver mini outfit with his red lips wrapped around Brian’s cock, his very
first cock, trying to bring cum up out of it for the second time! This time he
wasn’t merely surprised or obedient, he really wanted it! As Brian’s meat began
to firm up Jim again plunged his rounded lips way down onto it, and again tried
to suck up whatever juices he could through it. Gently and lovingly. Brian’s
second coming soon followed, and when the sticky harvest rose up again into his
mouth Jim this time was whimpering and groaning in heat. He loved it! My
husband was a natural! As devoted to sucking cock as to lapping cunt! He’d
never have known it, but he surely knew it now!
Well, Loretta, Brian left soon afterward, with a grin and a wink, mentioning that
he’d phone for his next appointment in a few days’ time. I went back into the
room, where Jim was still on his knees licking his lips. Even as I watched, he
straightened his silver mini skirt and arranged it in a neat circle around him on
the floor and waited, as if the throne would shortly be re-occupied by another
upright stalk and he could again drink his fill. It was time for me to turn his
world upside down.
I came up behind him and covered his eyes with one hand, mostly so he wouldn’t be
tempted to turn his head, and pressed the palm of my other hand against his jaw,
pushing it down, opening his mouth wide. He recognized my intention and opened
wider. I had consulted several of my medical clients about this moment, and a
senior psychiatrist at the State Hospital had provided me with exactly the
optimal drug I needed. Two large pills. I popped them into Jim’s mouth, and
like a dutiful girl he swallowed them. Then I sat down on the throne, and
kneeling, he stared at me.
He saw his wife sitting on the throne, Loretta. I could see it in his eyes even
before he said, “You!” in dumbfounded disbelief. His wife was dressed just like
his Mistress, her hair pulled back and her eyes blackened and her lips crimsoned.
“Where is she?” he added. But as I’d been told, he had swallowed some very
powerful fast-acting psychoactive drugs, and almost immediately he began to look
confused. Who was “she” — the Mistress he’d served for now six months or more?
His wife? His own image in the mirror? This moment addled him utterly.
“I’m here, Jim,” I said in my familiar, wifely voice. Then, “I’m here, slut! Do
it again!” This last I ordered ferociously, in my most outraged Mistress voice.
I placed a huge dildo against my crotch, its rubber balls loaded with gelatinized
Gatorade, real cum accumulated in the last day or two, and finally, a sedative.
“Suck on this, slut!”
In flight from his increasing confusion and bewilderment, Jim leaned forward and
began to lick the head of the dildo as he had on Brian’s prick. He then sucked
on it, his lips riding up and then down again. That became his only reality as
his eyes grew more confused and groggy, then glazed. Just before they closed, I
squeezed the dildo’s balls repeatedly, and jets of warm artificial cum squirted
…End of the part3. To be continued..