DIRTY GIRL extract

 

"You want it rough, slut?"

Sir Antoine asked quite nonchalantly as he stripped off in front of his watching wife.

"Anyway you want it Sir, any fucking way at all."

Emily, this sweet looking young girl almost growled her words back at him. Her use of the F word, and her tone was driven by the utter undiluted arousal she felt raging through her. She wanted sex, she needed it and she had to have it now. And her eyes widened when she saw Sir Antoine's cock - a thick, rigid pole of bulging vein infested gloriousness, in her eyes. And that thick pole topped with a mushroom shaped head that had been circumcised and was ready to penetrate her. Sir's cock was the kind that invoked more obscene hunger in an already needy girl.

"Crawl over to me, and sniff it slut. Don't touch it with your lips or your tongue until I tell you. Think you can do that for me?"

And without further invite, Emily slid off the chair she was on and down to her knees. This was a girl who might have pushed back at such an instruction had she not been under the influence of a trigger word.

This would have been a time when she would most certainly have felt the humiliation of such an instruction. But right now what she would have felt the most was the restraining instruction of being able to sniff but not suck. What she needed to do the most in the world right now was suck that glorious cock and taste it's pre-cum oozing into her mouth. And then feel it inside her, penetrating her and pounding into her cervix.

Instead of that though, she had to get down all feline like, and crawl to him like some sex starved female animal. And because of her state of mind, because of the arousal, even her crawl was like something that conveyed her hunger and filthy mind state. But she did it because she needed it. She did it because she needed it badly. This would be something that would come back at her in the future. Like when she was out of the influence of those trigger words. Like when either Miss Margaret, or Sir Antoine uttered the phrase 'sex stop', and it was all gone, leaving her raw and at the mercy of her emotions that would be able to flood through her at will.

But all of that wouldn't be in her mind right now. Nothing would be further from her mind in fact. In her sights now was that glorious, magnificent cock that she needed to be inside her mouth and throat and ultimately, inside her body. She needed that cock badly in as much as right now it was the only thing that existed for her that was important. This raging horniness she felt, and this need for sexual gratification was something that wasn't a passing thing. It wasn't something that wouldn't fade away. It was something that needed a resolution. Something that could only be resolved, she felt, by what she was craving and that was Sir Antoine's cock.