All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

So, as soon as all of my co-workers were gone, I got up from my desk and hurried over to the elevator. I purposefully pushed all conscious thought and any apprehensions aside. Two weeks of internal wrangling convinced me that even the slightest doubt could push me away, send me back home for a quiet Friday night of intense frustration.I have no actual memory of driving to the pet shop. It was about fifteen miles from my office building, which in Friday rush-hour traffic would take around and hour. But I don't remember any of that. I had complete tunnel vision. I don't remember anything except parking in the lot in the somewhat abandoned strip mall area where the pet store was located.It is hard to describe what I was feeling at that moment. My muscles felt like jelly, each movement felt like it was taking up three times the normal amount of energy. My head was spinning, my stomach was knotted up tighter than I'd ever felt it before, and I actually felt uncomfortable by how fast my h

Pent up weeks without masturbation combined with years of intense sexual frustration conspired to ensure that I didn't last very long. I felt my lover's hand once against wrap around the base of my cock. I bit down on my finger, feeling that I was getting close. My lover pulled my cock out of their mouth, flicking their tongue against the tip while they started to vigorously stroke me. I felt my partner's lips seal around the tip of my cock as the stroking got faster and tighter.Then it happened. I bit down so hard for a moment I thought I'd draw blood. But then, the small amount of pain I felt in my finger was completely overwhelmed. It started with my balls seizing up, sort of pulsating. Then, I felt the laser-like jet of sperm move through my urethra, so backed up and over-stimulated that it felt like it was stretching me out and moving a million miles an hour. And I felt it burst through the tip of my cock, with my shaft now pulsing as well. And with this mechanical release of my

I gave my hips a quick thrust just to see what would happen. I heard a little gurgling noise and my lover gagged again. But now I was much deeper in her throat that I'd been before. As she gagged, her muscles in her mouth and throat tightened, squeezing my cock and making my mind go blank. It was an incredible feeling, like my sex was wrapped in a warm, loving blanket.When her throat loosened, I pulled my cock back out and gave her a chance to breath. My cock felt almost as electric sliding out of her mouth as it had going in. Her tongue kept up its careful contact. She kept amazing pressure and control, even as she must've been desperate for air. Finally, she squeezed her lip together around my tip, willing me to stop. I heard her breathing deeply, but then she was sucking again. She wanted me to go back in! But she was sucking harder now. I thought I knew what she wanted.I slammed my cock hard through the little barrier between us. I don't know what I was expecting, but the woman

I leaned back on the toilet now that my body was starting to respond to me. I leaned back against the tank and took a deep breath. The swirling emotions and sudden changes in mood were a bit disorienting. I stared down at my lap. I saw my now flaccid cock, slightly reddened from my experience, lying limp against my thigh. There it was, the source of my problems. I reached down gently and cupped it in my hands. This was the thing that kept me trapped inside my own walls. I didn't understand this part of my body. I didn't understand my body in general. It had the power to make me feel that transcendent pleasure I'd had just a few minutes before but also the source of my isolation. My body was so mysterious and confusing, I could never really tell what it wanted or needed. I just knew that it was hateful to others and deeply conflicting to me.It seemed that I understood less about my body even that the person who'd just given me so much pleasure. She seemed to know how to get pleasure f

At the last stop before the end of the line at the bus depot I was starting to lose hope. I looked behind me to see if she had somehow disappeared. She was still sitting in the back, no one else was around now. As the bus stopped she rose. I was ecstatic, I couldn't take anymore driving. I waited for her to pass me and then got off the bus as well.Now I was a little worried. I had to follow her and I was afraid of how to do that inconspicuously. I guess I didn't have anything to worry about. As we stepped off of the bus we were at an intersection. There was a large red brick apartment building right on the corner near the bus stop. Michele immediately started walking towards it. My already speedy heart rate started to race. There was only about twenty yards between the bus stop and the front door. Michele was only a few steps away from making it inside, I needed to act now."Excuse me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. She was getting closer to the door. I needed to get loude