Ever since I realized what I was (A Dom), I made it a point to stay in control of myself at all times. For me to be an effective Master it boiled down... to one thing; If I can't control myself and/or The Demon, I have no right to try and control anyone else.Yes, just that simple.So what the Demon wanted, was the same as playing checkers. You know the rudimentary moves, and you keep playing until you win. Read that as "Cum".But as for me, I delight in making the Demon play Chess. I barely know the. I looked in the mirror an saw my face and hair caked in dried cum, it made me suddenly nauseous. I could feel my stomach bubbling, between the beer an all the cum I was not well. I turned on the shower warm not hot, I knew hot water would burn my chapped ass. I stepped in an sat down letting the water wash over me for a while before I began trying to get the cum out of my hair, I could never get it all it took days to be rid of it. It is quite disgusting letting the caked dry mess turn back to. She was popular enough to have more than one "tribute" site dedicated to allowing fans to jerk off on her pictures."Hey baby," she whispered as she slid into bed and cuddled up next to him.He wondered how many videos and pics her fans would post of they could see her now, and he felt his recently spent cock start to stir.Ricki was an 18 year old sex symbol, and he'd had to pop a magical little blue pill just to get it up long enough to fuck her in the ass. The whole time he'd been imagining she. Then one night, I awoke to him with his hand actually up my pajama top, playing with my nipples. I was so turned on I started to moan softly. It was then - in my brother's bed - that I had my first orgasm as the result of someone else.As time went on, I became more bold. We had grown accustomed to sleeping with me on my side with my back to him, and him spooning me with his hands around my tits. Sometimes I would just grab his hands when I felt them by my sides and place them on me.Sometimes I.