Marley takes care of Sadie

As I feel Marley grip my fingers around his hardness and start guiding my wrist up and down, making me jerk him off, I can’t move. Everything seems to freeze except for my hand on Marley’s cock. How stupid could I be? How naïve could I be? Of course, everything looked like I was into this. Not just accepting it, but desiring it, wanting it, seeking it out on my own. And after the day he’s had, why wouldn’t Marley let this come as well? Having a girl he’s admitted he’s attracted to declare that she’s interested in him. She tattoos it onto herself for everybody to see, and then lies on his lap and lets him feed her chocolate covered strawberries and champagne.

And why do his lips feel so amazing as they kiss on my neck?

How exactly do I get out of this. I’m absolutely not going to let this happen. I’m not going to have sex with a man. I’m not giving a man a blow job. I’m not giving a man a hand job… well, technically I’m already doing that, but I’m not doing it on purpose. How do I get out of this?

As I feel my hand continue to glide smoothly up and down Marley’s girth, I focus on not freaking out. I don’t think he’d hurt me, but Marley is a huge man and is physically my superior in every way. He can **** anything on me, and he can beat me to within an inch of ****. Or just outright kill me. But beyond being afraid of him, I don’t want to hurt him. It’s my stupidity, my naivety that got us here. So how do I get out of this and still preserve some sort of honor for Marley?

Marley, while I stiffly sit next to him, continues kissing up and down my neck. Up to my earlobe where he nibbles it for a bit just below my earring. Down to my collar bone that’s moving rhythmically with my hand job motions. Back and forth. Up and down. And it’s driving me mad.

I have to say something. Simple. Keep it simple. Marley has never shown me that he’s irresponsible. He’s forceful, but not forcing. There’s a difference. I should just start with ‘No’. State that I don’t consent. That should burn through any fog and at least make him stop and question me.

Turning my head I open my mouth and say, ”No…” but the word is fed right into Marley’s waiting lips. I certainly made a noise, but I’m not sure I’d even call sound a word. It most certainly didn’t sound like a denial of consent. With my mouth open Marley drives his tongue in and keeps kissing me passionately. I try to pull back, but he brings his hand to the back of my neck and holds me there. I close my eyes again, feeling that magical sensual aura surround me again, being kissed, being held, being taken care of, feeling smaller, feminine, loved. All the while I can’t escape the lava like feeling of his manhood in my hand. I feel like my hand will burn up from shame if not outright physical heat. And as high and low as my hand is moving, I haven’t reached the cock head or Marley’s balls yet. My hand is traveling farther than it ever has on my own manhood and I haven’t even felt all his shaft yet.

And then literally, Marley’s cock spurs me to action. It throbs. It feels like a hose when the water gets turned on. It was big and strong before, but somehow that throb makes it bigger. Stronger. My humiliation-colored arousal, skyrocketing as it is, can’t stop me from standing up. If I can’t say something to stop him, I’ll just move out of the way. The standing and ending of the kiss, getting my hand off his girth, will burn through any fog and make him stop. It will make him question me.

Standing up, my hand slips off Marley’s cock. I have a brief moment of clarity as I realize his hand wasn’t on my wrist. I don’t know exactly how long it had been since he removed it, but for that in between time, I’d been jerking him off on my own. Me. Marley’s hand relaxes behind my neck and I’m able to easily slip away from his lips. The separation of our lips makes a loud wet noise that I have to admit is sexy as all get out. It’s not just the sound of a kiss, it’s the sound of a passionate wet kiss.

As freeing and helpful standing makes me feel, I’m immediately reminded why I was happy to not be standing earlier. The whole room feels like it’s balanced on a needle and is slowly circling around, dipping, rising, wobbling, and making me feel like I’m less going to fall down and more that the floor is going to come up and hit me. I hold my arms out and close my eyes to try and get some semblance of balance. Or even something closer to balance than what I’m feeling at that moment. I feel Marley’s fingers touch the back of my thigh and it hurries my plan to the next step. I take a step to the side, away from Marley. Then another. These are small, scootching steps, but it’s still distance between us.

Even with my eyes closed, even with my arms held out, the standing and the steps away from Marley are too much. The room’s balance gets worse and pushes me, then pulls me, then tilts me, then turns me. I don’t even know where I’m falling, but I move my hands in front of me, scared that I’m going to face plant the glass table in front of the couch. I feel softness under one knee while the other hits the floor. My back is twisted, but both of my elbows land on softness, my forearms landing on something higher.

One moment goes by. It’s quiet, but I can hear Marley breathing, deep and relaxed. Another moment goes by. It’s still quiet, but I can hear my own breathing harsh and nervous.

Two things happen at the same time, both shocking enough to steal any sanity I have left. I hear Marley say “Here…” as I feel his hands on my wrists, guiding both of my hands to grip around his cock. At the same time, I open my eyes and see that I’m staring down the barrel at Marley’s cock. Down. The. Barrel.

As Marley jump starts the two-handed jerk off motion of my hands, I try to not fall further. The room is still pushing and pulling and making me move to the right and left. Through that work of balancing, I assess my body’s position. One knee is on the carpeted floor while my other leg is extended out behind me on the couch. My poor caged penis is balanced on the edge of the couch cushions, although the pressure there isn’t anything worse than the ache I’ve been feeling form the restraining for over an hour now. This position leaves me practically lying down, face down in Marley’s lap. My elbows are on the couch cushion, right next to his bare muscular leg, holding me up. My back is arched, like a modified cobra stretch Marley and I work on. And of course, my elbows placement leaves my hands just the right length to reach up and able to grip Marley’s cock. Now jacking him off, with my lips inches from the tip.

I can feel the strain on my neck and back. If we hadn’t been working out with this very stretching motion for weeks, my back would have gone out already, pushing me forward or down on his cock. As is, my upper back and neck are trembling, and I start breathing like I do during my stretches. In, 2, 3, out 2, 3, 4, hold.

My teeth clench together, fearing the next steps here. I can see it clear as day while my neck and back screams. I open up to say ‘stop’ or ‘no’ or ‘marley’ but either my back gives out and I dip forward, Marley presses his hips up, or both happen. Either motion would have his long thick cock sliding into my open mouth. Nope… opening my mouth would be an invitation to disaster.

At the same time, I can feel Marley’s leg relax under my arms, I feel his hands come to land on me. One hand emphasizes my fear as it’s on the back of my head. Marley isn’t pushing me down, but it’s resting there, adding its weight to my already strained muscles. His other hand grabs the tie of the dress behind my neck and quickly undoes it. I feel my dress fall exposing not just my breasts, but my entire torso. With my breasts now hanging freely, Marley’s hand briefly moves under them and cups them individually, as if weighing them. Measuring them.

The feel of his palm on my hard nipples is intoxicating. Every fiber in my being wants to open my mouth and moan and gasp and cry out in pleasure. But I struggle and keep my mouth shut. NO, I WILL NOT!

Marley, seemingly unaware of what I’m going through, slips his hand out and moves it to the back of my thighs. I let out another whimper as it feels really good when he slips his hands up my bare legs, bunching the skirt of my dress up over my ass, letting it pool in the small of my back.

His calm words tell me he’s looking down at my newly exposed rear, “Damn girl, you should wear sexy panties like this all the time!”

I feel him slip a couple fingers under the waistband of my white lace panties and pull them downward. When he has them out of the way he slides a finger between my cheeks and moves it forward until he touches my scrotum where it’s crushed into the couch cushion. His voice again floats down from above me, “You’re caged right? Can’t get out to play?”

I close my eyes again. I realize that by falling into this position, I’ve not only made my condition worse, I’ve made him believe I want to be here even more. And with my face so close to his manhood, Marley has no way to see the despair on it. Now he’s asking if my penis is able to ‘come out and play’.

My inner monologue is shattered as Marley shows he really was just resting his hand on the back of my head as he suddenly pushes me down. He’s not too rough or mean or even pushing me forward all that much, but in my position, I have no defense and move as he wills it, which is just far enough forward for my lips to hit the head of his cock… kissing it. His voice shows that he’s being playful, fun even, “Come on Princess, I want to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel. Are you locked down there?”

I strain to lift my head but don’t believe I move even an inch, just enough to separate my lips from Marley’s manhood. I have to do it. And if I have to open my mouth to say it, I may as well try to say more. To let him know I’m not happy, not willing, not consenting. I take a deep breath in through my nose, reeling with the strong manly musk smell I get from Marley’s groin, and say “Yes bu…”

I barely cut my own word off as Marley again presses me down. My teeth clack together and my lips purse, again kissing the tip of Marley’s cock. Marley truly sounds like he’s enjoying himself, and worse, truly sounds like he’s trying to help me. Help me feel as good as he thinks I’m trying to make him feel, “Shh shh shh… that’s okay baby, I can make you feel good in other ways.”

I honestly don’t know if he’s pressing my head down or the strain is just getting to my neck and back, but I can’t lift my lips from his manhood. I’d have thought it was from my drool that’s pooling in my mouth, but my lips are absolutely sealed, which leaves the precum I saw on Marley’s cock to explain the slickness between us. And whether it’s my straining muscles or his directing hand, the result is the same as my face is moved and my full plump lips are slowly painted with this slickness. My humiliated cry through my sealed lips sounds…. It sounds high pitched and so downright sexy that I feel myself throb in my cage as much as I feel Marley throb against my lips.

I realize that the view I have is similar to the point of view videos I’ve been watching during my devotionals which likely explains why I’m finding it difficult to impossible to close my eyes. It also explains why that any time I consciously stop my hands, they start back up on their own. By my own request, my asking for the devotionals to not focus on Louis, I’ve requested to be trained for this very moment.

The next cry is almost enough to make me open my precum slicked lips as I feel what Marley meant by making me feel good in other ways. His finger, moistened by his own mouth I assume, presses against my asshole and without much fanfare, pushes in. By the time I can even think about clenching down, he’s inside of me. And as his finger starts to side in and out of my rhythmically, I again hear his calming voice float down, “There there, let it happen, I know you’re a virgin, only my finger back here, nothing more, shh shh shh, just focus on you, be the girl you want to be, make me feel good, you’re beautiful, you’re making me feel so good, you’re so sexy Sadie, Princess, you rock my world, I’ll make you feel good…”

Marley’s words just continue in his slow, smooth, baritone, hypnotic voice. I’m a good girl, I’m his good girl, he wants me to feel good, I’m making him feel good, I’m doing a good job, I don’t have to do anything more, my lips feel like heaven, he loves me for this, he’ll never forget this… on and on. Meanwhile my hands keep up with their trained trick and keep jacking his girthy manhood and his finger works its way in and out of me. Soon he can go in past the knuckle and curve the finger inside of me. And he finds it, he finds that magic place, that go button.

My moaning and mewling and crying through my shut lips combined with his deep voice sound beyond sexy, the room sounds like sex, feels like sex, smells like sex. The room, everything IS sex. And just as I feel that I’m close, closer than Sarah has ever gotten me with my plug or her toy, close to my first orgasm in almost two months, I hear Marley’s tone above me shift, change to one that’s more tense, “Oh Sadie…. Girl, Baby, Princess, I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum!”

I want to back off his cock, but I can’t. I want to thrust my hips into his finger, but I can’t. I want this to be over, but not in the way that it’s going to be over soon enough. And there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. I’m just here for the ride at this point.

Marley does his best to hold it, making the moment last, but while I get closer and closer to the magical moment myself, I’m cut off when his finger stops halfway inside of me and his cock starts to throb and shoot. His hot sticky cum shoots right against my plump full lips and is redirected to the right and to the left. It’s directed down my chin and up my nose. It goes everywhere. I have a front row seat to watch his big heavy balls constrict and clench as he shoots again and again and again and I’m left to wonder how long it’s been for him, as he seems to just keep going and going.