"Master Tom, I would like your dick between my breasts."
From Create Your Own Story
Tom smiled. "That can be arranged." He climbed onto the bed and maneuvered his body into position, careful to use his legs to support some of his own weight so that he wouldn't crush Alison's slim body. Tom took a small bottle of lubricant and drizzled a small amount in the valley between Alison's breasts. He added a dab to his right hand and spread it around his fingers.
Alison looked nervous as Tom's swollen pecker approached her chest. "Just relax, love," Tom purred in as soothing a voice as he could manage. "Lie back and enjoy. I'll do all the work."
"U-um..." Alison stammered.
Tom began sliding his dick in between Alison's jugs, simultaneously reaching his hand back and teasing Alison's labia with his fingertips. "I won't hurt you, dear," he husked. "You're very beautiful. I want to make you feel good."
Alison blushed at the compliment. Tom's sensitive fingers were sending pulses of pleasure through her system, and Alison was unable to speak coherently as she let out a series of soft moans. Tom moved his hips faster in response, his pole enjoying the feel of Alison's breasts. Alison's body quivered as she experienced the unfamiliar sensation of sexual excitement flooding her.
"Oooooh!" Alison gasped. "Uhhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Her body shuddered and trembled. Tom inserted two fingers into her box to the first knockle and teased her clit with his thumb. Alison let out a primal scream as her honey gushed from her body. Her climax set off Tom, whose pole shot jets of thick, ropy sperm onto Alison's face, neck and upper chest. Tom cleaned her skin with a moist cloth, still with his softening rod between Alison's mammaries. Alison, still feeling the aftershocks of her climax, struggled to reoxygenate her body as Tom cleaned his hand and his pecker with the cloth.
Tom climbed off Alison, stood up, and smiled down at his captive. "Well done."
Alison took a moment to regain control of her body. "Um... when... when I..."
Tom looked at her curiously. "You've never had an orgasm before? It's one of the greatest pleasures of life. I'm very glad I was able to introduce you to it. You'll have many more."
Alison's eyes met his. "An... orgasm? It... did feel... quite good."
Tom laughed. "They always do. Now, I'm sure you must be hungry. Are you a vegetarian, or do you include meat in your diet?"
Alison looked startled, but regained control of her emotions with an effort. "I do eat meat."
"Don't go away," Tom grinned. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Alison let her body relax. Her first sexual session had left her spent.
"Lift your head, love," Tom instructed. "Food's here." Alison lifted her head, and Tom fed her a succulent meal of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, and for dessert, a slice of apple pie. The meal was washed down with what appeared to be homemade orange juice.
"I didn't realize how hungry I was," Alison told him as she polished off the last bite of pie.
"It's been a while since you ate, dear," Tom responded. "I pride myself on my cooking skills. Now, why don't you rest, love?"
Alison, still softly bound by the scarves, closed her eyes. He actually seems nice, she thought as she started to drift off to sleep.
Wait a minute, another voice in her head sounded as Tom turned off the lights and left the room. Don't forget that he kidnapped you and is holding you prisoner!
Alison decided to sort out the situation later. When she woke, Tom once again blindfolded her and after her necessary biological functions, gave her a sponge bath. When the blindfold was removed and she was naked, bound with scarves and spread-eagled again, she noticed a device in Tom's hand. It was shaped kind of like a microphone, but when he activated the switch, it gave off a soft buzzing sound.
"Ready for our next session, love?" Tom asked with a kindly smile.
| Alison's Status | ||
| Memories | None | |
| Evidence | None | |
| Location | Alison is still in the cellar. There is only one door, and she can see that there is no way to escape other than through it. A small alcove leads to a bathroom area. | |
