Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Now, though, recognizing she’s relaxed enough to remember her rituals, I reach out to stroke her soft cheek. “That’s my good little doll. Thank you for taking care of my things like you’ve been trained.”
Normally, she’d reply with “you’re welcome, Master,” but since it’s not part of her few “programmed vocal responses,” I allow it when she tells me, “Yes, Master,” instead.
Additionally, she’s not to come out of Nadu—the position she’s to start every scene in—until she’s given a very specific command, which I give her this time while still stroking the smooth skin of her beautiful face.
“And we begin.”
She launches forward, as if she’s been anticipating those three words for weeks. And maybe she has. Weeks of planning, training, practicing, and anxiously preparing to give me a birthday I’d never forget. The force of her impact, her palms flat against my overheated skin, one in the middle of my chest, the other centered on my abs, shoves my back against the seat, the air leaving my lungs. Not from the having the wind knocked out of me, but because as I was moving backward, she kept moving toward me, her mouth aligned with my cock.
That first moment, the sensation of my sensitive tip slipping right past those plump, smeared red lips and into her hot, wet mouth, was so exquisite it took my breath away.
I groan, watching her perform for me once again. Eyes now closed, she uses the techniques I taught her, the tender ones I love because she’s the one using them. Swirls of her tongue around the fat head. Running her closed wet lips or her tongue up and down my shaft like a popsicle.
Her blowjobs are teasing and sensual, slow and erotic. Always used as a form of foreplay and never the main event, because I’d need a lot more stimulation to actually reach orgasm than what I’ve ever been willing to take from her sweet mouth.
As she brings one hand down from where her palms always seemingly unconsciously stroke my hairy chest and stomach while she pleasures me with her mouth, she then grips the bottom of my rod before taking my tip back inside to suck me. Her second hand joins the first, and with her fists around my erection stacked on top of each other, my mushroom head and the few inches below it are all she needs to focus on with her mouth. Just enough to feel really fucking arousing for me without worrying I’ll go too deep and hurt her.
I taught her the stacked hands trick more as a way to block too much of my cock from slipping through her lips, for my peace of mind, than as a way to have the rest of my shaft included in the blowjob.
But now, after everything she said in the card, and after reading her instructions specifically pertaining to blowjobs, I know I’ve gone too easy on her and for too long. So long that my doll feels the need to spice things up in our sex life—which I cannot believe is something anyone would ever have to do when it comes to me.
My, how the mighty have fallen.
But not for long.
Sliding my fingers through her hair behind her ear, then around to the back of her head, I see her eyes open in surprise before they close again, feeling her movements falter for a moment before she continues her sweet teasing. But now that my hand is right where I want it, a place of power and control, I want more from my little sub. Knowing she wants to learn to give me more, I feel a carnal desire to teach her, then take it all.
“Let’s see how well this AI system works,” I tell her, and her nostrils flare as she steals a breath while she continues to suck on those top few inches. “Remove your right hand.”
As soon as the order leaves my lips, her top fist falls to the top of my thigh, but she keeps working that hot mouth of hers on the tip of my dick.
“Mmm, very good. Now that freed up several more inches of cock for my new doll to break in her pleasure sleeve with.” When she doesn’t attempt to put more of my shaft in her mouth, I tighten my grip at the back of her head, and she gasps. Just as her mouth opens around my girth, I pull her toward me, sliding deeper along her hot tongue. When her lips close again, she moans, and the pleasured sound is music to my soul as it vibrates down my dick and into my balls, making me match her with a groan of my own.
“There you go, little toy. Save that vocabulary for later. But I guess I need to be more specific in my commands than just mere suggestions. So now, I want you to drool. Release more with that lubrication system of yours, because I want to see you spit on my cock. And after you do that, I want you to jack me with that tight little fist,” I tell her.