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Crazy Lenny: The Obedience Class with Omolara II (18+)
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Crazy Lenny: The Obedience Class with Omolara II (18+)

And just like that, Omolara became hysterical. She began to scream and yell as she thrashed beneath me, in the throes of one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever seen from her. Just as she was coming down from hers I felt mine building and I announced it to her with a grunt.

“You’re going to make me cum slut!”

Hearing that, she quickly spun around in my grip and when she was facing my cock she begged, “please cum on my face, sir. I deserve to have your cum all over my face.” Now, my wife has never asked me to do this for her before. In fact, she’s never even tasted my cum and yet, here she was begging me to blow my load all over her face.

Needing no further encouragement, I stroked my cock several more times and then began shooting strand after strand of sticky cum all over her pretty face. I hadn’t cum that much ever, as the cum seemed to spurt out of me in a never-ending torrent. When at last I was done and had wiped the last drop off on her lips, I sat back to marvel at my handiwork. Her face from hair to chin was covered in white strands of cum. I don’t think there was a spot left untouched.

Shocking me further, my wife replied,

“thank you, sir,” and began to wipe off the strands of cum with her index finger and lick it clean. When she had eaten all of my cum, she laid her head in my lap and suddenly got shy on me again.

“Did you mind that Hakeem?” she asked quietly.

“Mind it? I was completely blown away!” I exclaimed, as I gently stroked her hair. “That was the most intense sex we have ever had. Dare I ask what prompted all of that?” I was a little frightened to ask, for fear that she would decide that it was a one-time-only sort of thing.

She took a few minutes to gather her thoughts before answering me.

“I’ve read your stories Hakeem, so I know what things excite or turn you on. And it isn’t that those things don’t excite or intrigue me either because they do. But to be honest I’ve always been too afraid to relinquish control to someone else. 

The thought of not being in control of myself terrifies me.” She swallowed hard as she thought about what she was going to say next. “But with my new job, I’m finding the pressure is sometimes too much for me. I’m expected to be on top of everything all of the time. 

I’m expected to always have all of the right answers and to know how to do anything.” She paused again to lick her lips. “Now, don’t get me wrong or anything Hakeem. I do enjoy my job and certainly don’t regret taking it, but the pressure is sometimes overwhelming for me.”

She paused again as she considered what she was going to say next. I didn’t want to interrupt her as I knew this had to be difficult for her, so I just continued to stroke her hair soothingly and waited patiently until she was ready to continue.

“After reading your stories again, I decided I wanted to know what it felt like to not be in control of myself. To relinquish control to someone else, someone I trusted.” Looking up at me for the first time since she began explaining things to me, she continued,

“And though I was terrified this morning, I have to say the experience was amazing for me. I have never felt so free in all of my life. Free from stress; free from anxiety; free from the pressures of work; and free from always having to make all of the decisions and to always be right all of the time.”

The last statement seemed to come out in rush. She paused to catch her breath before continuing.

“I can honestly say that I have never had an orgasm as intense as that before.” She looked away in embarrassment after admitting that.

I cupped her chin with my right hand and gently lifted her face up until I was looking into her eyes again. “I can also say that it was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced as well.”

Smiling at my words of encouragement, she continued.

“If you’re willing, I would like to continue to explore this further. I think I am ready to try not being in control all of the time and to let someone else take the reins, as it were,” she said with a wry smile.

“Having someone else call the shots was an amazing feeling and I want to experience that again. I need to experience that again,” she elaborated.

“What exactly are you saying Omolara?” I asked, wanting to be absolutely clear on what it is she was implying.

Nervously she replied, “I’m ready to give you control over me. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. And you can do whatever you want to me.” The last was almost a whisper.

This was like music to my ears. I had long dreamt of this moment and, until now, it had only been fanciful imaginings. But now here was my very sexy wife offering to be my sex slave. I didn’t know what to say at first and had to take a moment to compose my thoughts.

Finally, I managed to blurt out, “I accept. And we can go as slowly as you wish. I’m very excited about this and I don’t want to frighten you off Omolara. If at any time I ask you to do something you don’t want to do, then know that you are free to say no.”

“I know Hakeem. But I trust you and I don’t want to say no. I want to know what it feels like to be truly NOT in control of myself. The only way I can experience that is to give myself completely to you.” 

“Well, alright Omolara. If that’s what you truly want, then I am willing to try this. Together we will see what your limits are and we will explore many different experiences together.” Taking a handful of hair, I twisted her head until she was looking up at me from my lap.

“First thing’s first though. It’s time that you learned to suck my cock like a proper slut,” I ordered. My wife had never had much interest in oral sex and had only done it on several occasions when I made a point of asking her for it. Usually, it involved her stroking it with her hands and sucking on the head and 1 or 2 inches of my cock at any one time. She would only do this for several minutes before stopping and wanting to proceed with sex.

This time we were going to do things differently.

“On your knees slut.” She promptly scrambled to her hands and knees in front of me and looked up at me for further directions.

“From now on, when you suck cock, you will not use your hands – only your mouth. Your goal will be to try and get my entire cock in your mouth on every stroke. I will want to fuck your mouth just like I would your pussy or ass.” I could see the fear in her eyes with my last statement.

We had talked about having anal sex before, but she was always too scared to do it because she thought it would hurt too much and thought the act was too dirty.

“Now get your mouth on my cock and start sucking like a good little slut,” I ordered. At that, she bent her head down and tentatively took my cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock and once it was completely lathered with her saliva, she began to move her head up and down, slowly taking more and more of my cock into her mouth.

I could tell she was nervous, and I had to bite my tongue several times as I felt her teeth occasionally grate along the side of my cock. She was new to this and I thought it best to let her get her bearings at first before I started forcing things.

Soon she had worked 3/4 of it into her mouth and I could feel the head of my cock bumping against the back of her throat. I began to murmur words of encouragement to her as she continued slurping loudly on my cock. “Mmmm, that’s it my little cock slut. You’re doing great sucking that cock. Yeh, just like that. 

Now start working more of that cock into your mouth.” I placed a hand on the top of her head and began to gently push down each time the head of my cock bumped against the back of her throat. Now along with the slurping noises, Omolara was beginning to make gagging sounds around my cock.

She didn’t resist though and allowed me to push a little harder with each downstroke until eventually it popped past the barrier at the back of her throat and slid in several inches.

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