A Special Kind of Hug

I look up. He is standing in front of me, observing me. “What’s up?”, I say, wondering why he hasn’t said anything yet. He sits down next to me and opens his arms. I grin. “Hugging time!” I love his hugs, they make me feel safe. And I love it even more when he just gives them to me for no other reason than that he wants to. He wants to embrace me, he wants to be physically close. He wants me. I breathe out. Safety.

His right hand wanders over my back, up and down, and then rests on my head, playing with my hair. Suddenly he squeezes my upper arm with his other hand, hard. He pulls my hair and makes my head jolt up. He looks me straight in the eyes. I hold my breath, already feeling how I am sliding, sliding into becoming mold in his hands. “Ah, it is this kind of hug!” I think to myself and smile. “What are you smiling at, puppet?” He is smiling too.

He pushes my head down and then against his chest. I can’t move, but I don’t mind. I float in his safe arms. He starts squeezing my arms, my shoulders, my back, my love handles. His hands slide down my dress and he massages my breasts, not holding back, hard, and then pulls both my nipples in a fast movement. I hiss, The pain overwhelms me, although I have been expecting it. He pulls my head up again and stares at me. “Open my pants, puppet.”

I turn my attention towards his nether regions and slowly first open the button and then the zipper of his pants. The bulge of his hard cock is very visible and I rub it a bit, using the fabric of his briefs to increase the friction. He moans. “Put it in your mouth and massage my balls, puppet! Now!” I love when he gives me instructions, when he tells me exactly what to do. I know what to do to please him, all I have to is to obey. And I really want to obey right now.

I free his cock from its fabric prison and lower my head. I first lick around the head, then up and down the shaft. And I cup his balls with my right hand, and massage them, I tickle them a little with my other hand, knowing that he really loves when I do that. I feel his cock twitch between my lips. Yes, he loves that. I open my mouth and take him inside me. His hands in my hair, he controls the rhythm, sometimes slower, sometimes faster, sometimes stopping for a few seconds. My jaw is hurting, saliva is running down my chin, my eyes are filled with tears. And down again, deep down my throat. I choke, feel like I can’t breath, tears are running down my face. And I hear him moan. I am a good puppet.

He pulls my head up by my hair. I must look like a mess, and he seems to like it, he is smiling. “Take off your dress!” I do as I am told and throw my black summerdress on the floor. He takes my hands, one on his balls, one on his hard cock. I know what to do. I softly massage his testicles while my other hand is rubbing up and down his shaft. We look into into each other’s eyes.

He is squinting now, his mouth half-open. I watch him twitch and seconds later I feel his warm cum land on my naked chest and breasts. I release my grip of his cock and balls, still looking at him. He opens his eyes and a satisfied smile spreads all over his face. He kisses me on the head. “Good puppet.” I watch him walk to the kitchen to get some papertowels to clean us up. I really like hugs like this.

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