“You’ve wanked that cock of yours thinking about your sexy stepmom, haven’t you?”
As much as I didn’t want to answer, to admit the obvious truth, I was in no position to do otherwise. Even lying seemed impossible, given my half-naked state as well as her deep, penetrating gaze staring at me. “Yes…”
Within seconds her grip grew tighter, and I struggled against it. “Yes, what?”
I don’t know why I said what I did, but somehow, at that moment, it seemed right. “Yes, Miss Scarlet.”
Seeing as she relaxed her grip somewhat, and smiled those lovely red lips of hers, it seemed to be the correct answer.
“That’s right. You’re learning already…Now then, let’s see what we have to work with, shall we?”
Her other gloved hand moved towards my cock, and much as I wanted to look, to see what she intended to do, she refused to allow my head to move even an inch. All I could do was stare at her beautiful face as her hand explored my crotch.
After a few seconds of teasing, her hand gripped my cock, and I almost jumped as the sensation of slick, soapy rubber engulfed my erection.
“Hmm, not that much really,” Miss Scarlet said, almost dismissively. “It’s even smaller than your father’s. Must run in the family… Such a shame.”
I’d always considered myself at least average, but hearing her call my cock small sounded right. As if everything Miss Scarlet was saying was the truth. Her eyes kept staring into mine, and the more they did, the more I felt… tired? Yes… it was as if I were slowly being drawn into her gaze, like a moth to a flame.
“That’s right sweetie, keep staring. Don’t you dare look away…”
Her voice, with its incredibly sexy accent, crawled right through my ear and into my brain, and along with the gaze as well as the feeling of her glove around my cock, was turning me into complete and total mush. But she was only getting started.
Slowly, her gloved hand began to stroke the length of my shaft, making sure the slick rubber slid from the base to the tip and back again in an amazingly teasing motion. If she weren’t still holding tightly onto my chin I likely would have fallen to the floor from the sensation, but Miss Scarlet kept me firmly in place.
“Do you feel that sweetie? Bet it feels good… Up and down your itty-bitty dicklet. See, I only need one hand, that’s how pathetic your cock is…”
She was right, it felt amazing, and though I knew I should feel embarrassed, even humiliated at her words, I simply let them wash over me. They sounded right, were right. After all, Miss Scarlet would know- it was her hand wrapped around my cock.
“Keep staring into my eyes. You like staring into my beautiful eyes, don’t you sweetie? Just as you like feeling my gloved hand stroke your tiny dick…”
I moaned “Yes,” and nearly closed my eyes from the pleasure as well as the sudden tiredness that was overtaking me.
Miss Scarlet wasn’t having that at all. “Keep your eyes, open sweetie. If you dare to stop looking into my eyes I will stop touching you right this instant!”
Fighting back against my desire to shut them I forced my eyes open, much to her delight. “Good boy,” she said softly and continued to stroke my cock.