The Sweet Talk... Sell Job

This was how he ended up, this muse of mine. Before this he had been standing with his arms very firmly crossed over his chest. The chains he ended up in aren’t heavy and they look like he could just pull out of them. Trust me on this. He couldn't.

He was unhappy, my muse. He has enjoyed being the main “boy” in the stable. The new boy, Jacob, hasn’t really threatened him in any significant way. He likes him even. Evan knows what he is good at, what we like to do together, both in and out of bed, and he has been comfortable, cocky even, about his status.

Until earlier this evening when I mentioned that I would like to use the two of them as my sandwich. That met with a scowl, quickly recovered and the beginning arm movement toward the chest.

But that wasn’t what did it.

What sent him over the edge was when I brought up the idea of teaching Jacob to do that thing I taught Evan and that was when the scowl and the arms turned to steel.

My amusement did nothing to help this situation, so I switched tactics.

I walked over to him, ran my hand down the side of his face, onto his shoulder and down his tightly muscled arm.

Leaning in closely, my nipples brushed against his forearms. I thought I detected a softening in his demeanor and stance.

“Just think” I began. “While he is fucking me, your cock can be sliding between my pussy lips, getting me off while we kiss.” I kissed his cheekbone and leaned back and looked at him, trying to keep my eyes off his now bulging crotch.

“Go on” he said, slowly, but kept those arms in place. Still, he leaned over a little closer for me to continue.

“And as I get closer and closer, I kiss and lick your neck and beg you” I paused. A long pause. His arms fell to his side before grabbing me around the waist and yanking me to him, hard.

I could feel his cock in his jeans, begging to be let out.

“Go on. Please” he whispered hoarsely.

“Just when I hit that peak, when my pussy swells inside and my clit is begging to explode… you know that part when that happens?” I asked but knew the answer. He knows it. He is inside me when it happens.

“Yes” he answered almost inaudibly, nodding simultaneously.

“That’s when I’ll beg you to come up and grab my hair and slide your cock into my eager and hungry mouth.” I reached down, grabbing his hard cock and squeezed it, eliciting a low moan from deep within his chest.

“And fuck my face.”

He threw his head back, his hips thrust forward as if imagining his cock sliding into my mouth as I cum. Muffling the carnal screams I am unable to suppress when I cum this way.

“Don’t you want to be part of my sandwich?” I cooed into his ear as I deftly picked the chain up off the bed.

Walking around behind him, my right hand never lost its grip on his cock.

I rubbed my body against his naked back.

And as I did I quietly took his wrists and chained them.

Something told me he’d be eager to listen and more interested in my proposition when I was finally finished. Telling him about it, that is.

Of course I told him while kneeling in front of his naked body.

And yes, he is much more “responsive” to the idea now.

I might even say he is looking forward to it.