The Taste Of Love

The Taste of Love

By Voyeur

Answering the door, I found a stranger staring daggers at me. She was cute, petite, a mop of blonde hair with an undercut on one side, thick-framed glasses and a checked shirt over a Pride t-shirt. But I've rarely seen such hate in the eyes of any girl, save once where I'd just ruined her long-awaited annual orgasm. I was tired, clad only in a dressing gown and slippers. It was midday, but after a late night, it still felt too early to me.

"Don?" she queried, through near-gritted teeth?

"Yeah- that's me." I responded, nearly yawning.

"I'm Anne. My wife, Cat sent me. Cat Greenwood."

"Oh?" - faces were starting to fall into place. I started to recognise her from a year ago- a brief glimpse down a crowded church aisle before I'd sent her wife-soon-to-be, my ex-slave, waddling down the aisle with a plug-stoppered ass full of my cum and the taste of my cock on her lips to kiss her new wife with. They'd both been wearing veils.

"Look, you fucked her up. You and your fucking 'training'. Do you know how much harm you've done? How messed up she is sexually?!"

"Cum Slut loved it." I replied, my mind going back to those halcyon 5 years where I'd had 3 live-in sex slaves- my own BDSM harem. I'd favoured the other two more and Cat had vexed me earlier in our relationship, so despite her elegant beauty she'd drawn the short straw and been lowest on the totem pole, under Little Pussy and Hot Lips. Dominating 3 needy subs had been exhausting- but such combinations and play we could do!

SLAP!

 - My reverie was cut short by a stinging slap to my face. Anne glared at me, red faced and furious."Her name is Catherine Greenwood-Smith... not that awful ... nickname" she said, refusing to repeat it. Though I suspect she'd had probably needed to use it in bed- her wife's humiliation and shame-kink went deep

Rubbing the sting from my cheek, my other hand went to shut the door on her. It was too early for being yelled at by an angry lesbian.

"No, wait..." she suddenly pleaded. "I'm sorry." I paused. "I need your help. Cat needs you help. We need your hep. She's struggling. Still struggling, after what you did to her. How you conditioned her. She can't experience... pleasure in the normal way. Will you help us? Please!" she begged.

"Oh! She still cant cum?" I said, realisation dawning. "Even after a year? Not without my...."

"Yes!" - her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. "Your 'conditioning' worked. It's given her a huge hang up. No matter what I do, no matter how much I love her... she just... cant…"

I was quite proud of it. I'd been fascinated with the concept of Pavlovian training in humans and even at the start of our Master/slave relationship I'd started incorporating little restrictions and conditions into our play. It'd taken nearly 3 years to become reliable - poor Cum Slut was rarely fucked, but my rule had been that she had to ensure that every load of my cum ended up in her stomach or she would be punished. I left it to her as to how she'd convince the other 2 slave girls to give up my load when (as was more usual) I fucked them. Part of my sadistic cruelty was that there was no rule obliging them to give Cum Slut my cum, so she had a weak bargaining hand.

I rather suspected that begging for all those cream pies and pleasuring the other two girls had changed her formerly hetero-flexible orientation into the wife-marrying lesbian she now was, or perhaps I'd just ruined her for all other men? - but I digress. Once she was used to hoovering up my spunk from kisses, breasts, orifices or the floor I'd brought in some chastity play. She had to edge at different times- even endure a Sybian sometimes, but she could only cum when she had a mouthful of my spunk- when she had the taste of me on her tongue. Any other orgasm was immediately punished with sharp pain. Her increasing desperation and horniness had delighted me and the other two girls as we teased her by threatening to withhold my cum till she had suggested new ways to shame herself and amuse us. Only when she could taste me, feel my sperm coating her tongue and mouth, filling every taste bud, could she subconsciously relax and come in rare paroxysms of unleashed bone-shaking orgasm. Nothing else would do it, even if vibed, licked, kissed, rubbed, pleasured or fucked- the taste of my seed was the trigger, her gateway to true happiness.

Rubbing the sting of Anne's slap from my cheek, my sadistic self awoke. "So what exactly do you want from me Mrs Greenwood-Smith?" I asked formally, looking for her to say the dirty words she'd been avoiding.

"Well.... er... your semen. Please? Maybe you could er... make a sperm donation maybe? Jack off into a condom?"

"Why should I do that?"

"Because you caused this!" she spat, then calmed herself with visible effort. "Because my lovely, beautiful wife hasn't been able to have er.. er... a moment of pure joy for our whole marriage. No matter what I do, no matter what we try, what I do... she just cant... CANT! Not for a whole year of trying! We even... brought in a ... a... male friend... into our marriage bed! Ugh. But it didn't work. It has to be you. Your essence. Something about how you taste triggers her. I want to give her this. An anniversary gift. She deserves it!"  I ideally wondered what kind of guilt trip Cat had subtly laid on her wife to get her here. She could be very manipulative when she wanted to be- part of why I'd split up with her. 

"Hmmm.... No."

"Why not?!"

"I'm not a teenage boy who touches himself any more. I've no need to do that. I'm a man." ('And a sadist.' I added mentally) "and, anyway, I don't have any condoms."

"Well neither do I! I'm a gold star lesbian"

"Well that leaves us at rather an impasse" I drew out my refusal, tormenting her

"Please.. what do you want? I can pay you?" she begged.

"Please! This isn't some stud farm." then I smiled, cruelty in my eyes and continued "But novelty amuses me. Seeing how far people will go. And I've never had a blow-job from a gold star lesbian before"

"What!? No... ugh. I've never even kissed a guy" - her face screwed up in disgust

"Well that's what would make it special! Look- you've clearly not thought this through Anne. You need to get my cum and transport it back to your insanely frustrated love of your life - and you didn't even bring a condom! Plus you need to keep it warm - at body temperature, or the taste will change!" I lied. "And right now I want a warm, hot, lesbian mouth around my cock, or I can't cum. So suck me off, keep my sperm in your mouth and drive all the way back home without swallowing, then give your lovely lesbian wife a nice big kiss surprise!"

"No!"

"How else did you think this was going to go? I guess poor Cum Slut goes another year without cumming, no matter how much you lick her"

"A year? Couldn't I just come back with some condoms? I wont be long. Please!" she promised.

"I wont be around later. Going out with my girlfriend. She's the jealous type." I lied again, delighting in her desperation. "It's now or never!"

She froze, mind racing, mind turning over possibilities- weighing up Cat's desperation, her desperation, and doing what she had never thought possible. The gears clicked together. She looked at her wedding ring, and set her face.

"Fine OK. Whatever. I'll do it. Let me in".

"Nope."

"What!? I just said I'll do it."

"Yep, but my girlfriend is sleeping inside. So you do it here and right now." I lied again, delighting in her humiliation. What can I say, sadistic humiliation is a kink of mine too. "If it helps, I haven't showered yet, so you'll probably still be able to taste pussy juice on my cock?"

The laser blast of hate and revulsion from her eyes told me that didn't help at all. She looked around, cheeks flushed in embarrassment., but the road was quiet and no one seemed to be passing.

Resignedly she kneeled down in the door way, looking up with those blue eyes and bitterness at her predicament. Once her knees hit the ground, her shoulders sagged a moment, this position in front of a man unfamiliar, if not unimaginable to her. At least my front door was shielded from the neighbours on 3 sides, but she had her back to the driveway and it must have felt to her that the whole world was watching her. Her hands fumbled with the belt to my gown and my half-erect semi bobbed in face, brushing her lips and nose. Her mouth opened, tongue flicking out hesitantly. 

Now I don't know if you've ever had head from a gold star lesbian or even a virgin before- but the first time is never great. Sure they remember school girl tips to cover their teeth with their lips, but they lack finesse and confidence. Their tongues are too rough, they just suck too hard, keep their lips as tense as rock or worse are too passive and there isn't enough contact- just your cock in a yawning, vaguely warm void. Yes, there is excitement for the suckee in the knowledge of breaking in a new mouth, but it often takes weeks of patient teaching and experimentation before a girl can master it. I'd gone through it with all my subs in turn. Still, the look of shame in Anne's eyes made me harden for a moment.

"Hmmm... this isn't working" I said after 5 minutes of her tongue flailing and determined yet

unarousing hard sucking. "You don't mind if I drive do you?"

"Mmmphnnno" she mostly spluttered, her mouth full or member.

My hands settled in her mop of blonde hair, gripping it between my splayed fingers. Hips drove forward into her mouth as my hands pulled her in tight rhythmic strokes in and out.

"GAK... GAK... GAK!" - she made the most delightful sounds as my cock punched the air from her throat.

"Yes!" I murmured in triumph, revelling in the transgressiveness of it all. Even I rarely went from meeting a stranger to having them choke on my cock in under 5 minutes. Certainly a new personal record!

"GAK... GAK.. QAK!" She struggled as the cock head pummelled her tonsils, then gagged as I slipped into her throat. Her eyes watered, cheeks reddening, the tendons in her neck tensing as drool dripped off my cock.

"Mmm... yeah, thats good" I lied again, keeping up the face-fuck

She scrabbled to push me away, so I gave her a few moments inhalation of breath

"Aww.. don't you want my cum? For your darling wife? She took could take this while rubbing one out. I'm sure you can take it if you really loved her"

Another glare, but she pursed open her lips again and determinedly took my cock back into her mouth, forcing herself to surrender her instinctive resistance and go at the pace of my hammering facefuck.

GAK-GAK-GAK!

I rode that gagging, throat and rasping tongue, my cock more excited by the desperate hot breath on it and the wet, quacking sounds of a gold star lesbian losing her oral virginity to my cock.

I started to come, but in a moment of altruism I resisted my natural urge to slam my cock forward into her throat to go where it's hottest and tightest, and pulled back, spilling my seed across her tongue. I wondered if that is what a ruined orgasm felt like, so unnatural it was? Still despite my generosity she almost choked up on the unfamiliar, unpleasant bleachy taste of semen and all the drool that had gushed from her throat. She was about to spit, before she too overcame her natural urge and remembered the point of the exercise. Her lips grew ever more tightly pursed, cheeks welling up with retained liquid.

She rose to her feet.

"Drive safe!!" I wished her brightly "And if you want to give your lady-love an orgasm for her birthday or Christmas, then drop by and I can teach you some other ways to transport my taste to her!"

Her predicament prevented her from getting the last word. But from the muffled sounds I'm sure she was telling me exactly what I could go do with my cock. She settled for another glare, then turned and left- cheeks bulging, mouth filled with an unfamiliar, unpleasant male taste.

The things we do for the taste of love!

FINIS

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