Worshiping the Queen (femdom erotica)

317 words, rated R. Enjoy, all you fellow perverts. : D

Lucid as he was, there was a certain inescapable unreality to his position. It was too good to be true. A tangle of chills overcame him as she ground her heel into the tender space between his balls and cock. Those heels, gorgeous sea foam green, shiny and spotless.

“Please, my queen, give me more,” he begged, relishing the deep sensation, a vividness surpassing any normal coitus.

She licked her ruby lips devilishly. “Perhaps I tire of this game.”

“I’ll be a good boy, I promise!”

“Fine. Please me, then present yourself.”

He swallowed hard, pleasing was something difficult. How should he begin? Not too eager, not too slow. A nip here and there, a steady stroking with his tongue, up and down the creases of her Goddess pussy. He was lucky, feeling the labia swelling under his attentiveness.

“Present,” she growled tersely.

He swung around, ass rising eagerly. “Yes queen, please queen.”

She was kind enough to massage him, fingers stroking from the small of his back, down between his ass cheeks. Then some lube, more than he deserved. He hung his head low, gazing between his knees to watch as she leisurely removed her shoe. His cock bobbed, pre-cum shining. He wouldn’t be allowed to cum, but it barely mattered as the toe pushed hard against his anus, breaking the resistance. A little deeper and he was clutching the couch, praying he wouldn’t lose it, disappoint his queen. Problem was the pain, how could he resist? His cock shuddered and jerked. He tried to focus on the texture of the white wall before him, on his fingers, wedding band, dark hair growing just below his knuckles, but it was all too relentless. A strangled moan caught in his throat, semen splattering on the plastic covered cushions.

The snarl of rage from his queen said he’d be fucked this time, and not in the way he wanted.

 

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