Kitten roleplay will always be one of my favorite. I won’t even try to lie here. As dominate as I can be, there has always been a side of me that would love to bend for the right man. No, that’s not you, but you can always dream that it is. Below is a taste of seduction from a very dominate man. Enjoy my story.

“Open your mouth, dammit,” he said.

I shook my head from side to side. It wasn’t until he pinched my nose did I open wide. One, then two, and then another. What the hell was he trying to do? He pulled his fingers back, spitting on them before forcing them back in my mouth. What he did was what he called training for the perfect little Kitten. The tall, handsome man had eyes that penetrated the soul each time he looked my way, which he did often. He knew he was making me his puppet, and I let him teach me how to pleasure a cock using his fingers as the instrument of oral pleasure.

“Ah,” I moaned.

“Good little Kitten. I’m going to push deeper, do not gag, or I will start all over again. Do you understand?” he asked.

Nodding, I opened my mouth as wide as possible, his fingers pressing down on my tongue, stopping when he reached the back of my throat. It seemed like forever as he held the tips of his slender digits at the end of my throat. It was a test of my endurance, which I quickly failed. Gagging, the fluids building in my throat, I felt as though I would vomit. A quick slap to my cheek brought me back from the brink.

“We do not choke, gag, and if you vomit, you will regret that for the rest of your life,” he scolded.

As he lovingly stroked my cheek, his fingers moved once again, this time deeper into my mouth. I felt the struggle to choke but held back. I wanted to take his fingers as deep as possible, and though my breathing quickened, he ran out of fingers before I ran out of space.

“Such a good little kitten. Purr for Daddy,” he whispered.

I looked up at him, still with his fingers down my throat, and slowly vibrated my windpipe into a low and seductive purr. Immediately I could tell that he wished his cock was the training tool and not his fingers. I wanted it to, but I’m not yet worthy of having the real thing. For a man to offer a cock to a woman, he must first trust her, and second, she must be worthy of taking one. I am not, well, not yet.

His hand retracted, the saliva smeared across my cheeks, he bent down lovingly kissing my forehead.

“Kitten, you did well. Daddy left something in your bowl,” he grinned.

Once gone, I crawled to the little silver bowl in the corner of the room, licking the contents of the bowl, savoring every drop of my kitty treats.

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I almost turned lesbian. My little epic tale of my sugar daddy took a new turn this weekend. He wanted me to go away to Vegas for a conference. Little did I know, he was going to share me with his wife. I’ve never met her till this weekend, and now, and I need to make this clear, I have never touched another woman, so this was a first for me.

When he asked me, I was a little put off because I don’t know what a woman wants from another woman. Instead of going in blind, I spent hours watching lesbian porn and learning how to pleasure a pussy. 

I’ve always been bisexual, but she could make me a lesbian.

This event was all set to make her feel like it was an accident, but he planned this affair. I don’t play with women, but she was an exception. He told me that she had a girlfriend in college, so he wanted to make it happen again for her. Arriving at their room wearing nothing but a long coat and a pair of heels, I couldn’t help but smile. She was a hot blond with big tits and a nice fat ass—sort of the mommy type, but the dirty mother. I’ve always preferred older men, so why not older women as well? 

We had a couple of bottles of wine before the clothes came off. My client sat in the corner and stroked his dick while I ate his wife better than he ever has. A woman doesn’t have to be a lesbian to eat pussy the right way. I learned that tonight. Mimicking what I saw on the screen, I crawled between her legs, nuzzling my nose against her sweet bald pussy. Now I know why men love it bald.

The scent alone was intoxicating.

She tasted like peaches and cream, and the moment my tongue collected its first dose of cream, I shivered with excitement. I don’t think there has been a more defining moment than the one where she screamed and forced my head into her dripping wet pie. Finding her clit was the second. I sucked that little bundle of nerves as though it was a magnificent cock. Licking, sucking, and slurping up her pending mess.

Sex toys laid out on the table, I picked a strap-on for my weapon of choice. I love using one on her husband, but his wife felt so much better. I lined the head up to her opening, slapping it until the cream splattered. She was so wet that my thighs soaked from the cascade of pussy juices. 

“Fuck me, of god, please fuck me,” she screamed. 

I pounded her pussy with such a force that the bed moved, and the headboard hit the wall. My sugar daddy sat in the corner with his dick in his hand, pouting that he never heard his wife react like this.

That didn’t stop him from stroking his cock. He pumped and tugged while I thrust and jackhammer his wife into a wild frenzy of orgasmic bliss. Her body shaking beneath me, I pressed my lips to hers, and we ended the night with our tongue completing an erotic dance and her husband getting a messy hand. I almost feel guilty that he paid for this fuck fest. Almost. Click the link below to find the exact scent. God, that was intoxicating.

peaches and cream

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