a steady rhythm that I handle like a five-dollar hooker. I look up at him, he is staring at me with his eyes alight, lust burns there. I reach up and tug at his shirt, slide my hands underneath and feel his hard abs; his body is out of this world. I tug his shirt up and he gets the hint.
“You want this off?” he asks and smiles. “How bad? If I strip for you, are you going to strip for me?”
I nod my reply and try to squeeze some words out around him; it’s the best I can do with him filling my mouth with his thickness. With a cock in your mouth, you speak only in vowels and gestures. He slides the tee shirt over his body and tosses it somewhere behind him. I am rewarded with the sight of his incredible body, out of this world, the best I’ve had the pleasure of being attached to. I was right, his tattoos encircle his pecs, beautiful black outlines with some bright colour. A Phoenix from mythology wraps around his ribcage, the fiery feathers edging down along the side of him, and disappear into his pants. I tug at the waistband, slide my mouth off his cock and tease, “Come on, aren’t these getting a little too tight?”
“I like your enthusiasm,” he teases back and pulls them down to kick them off. He’s apparently commando tonight, but if I had a dick that impressive, I don’t think I’d want it caged either. Actually, if I had that between my legs, I’d probably whip it out and show people on a continuous basis...when I wasn’t hiding in my room playing with it that is.
Our intermission is over, his face become fierce with concentration, he puts a hand back behind my head and drags me down onto his shaft. I no longer gag on his huge member when the head hits me deep in my throat. Like a sword swallowing sideshow freak, I am enjoying the theatrics of this performance. I moan and wiggle my ass, I wish I could be filled from both ends, but only want him, if only I could clone him.
He moves his hips faster, pushing himself in and out of me, he grasps a handful of hair, as much as he can get, and pins me against his cock. My mouth is so full I can barely breathe. I manage to get air through my nostrils as saliva and pre-cum ooze down my chin. I am on fire, electric current travels from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I can almost visualize my body’s response to his domination of me. I am his whore, his slut, his bitch and his Goddess, on my bare knobby knees in my bedroom. He has become the master, taking over my space and my body, and I never want him to go.
And that scares me. How normal this seems, how little I want to struggle and how much I want him to use me, to mess me up and destroy me...then pick me up and pull me back together in his arms. I run my hands up and down the backs of his calves, his legs are solid muscle and I feel them quiver with each movement, he’s keeping his balance as he prepares to shoot his load into me, my first taste of his cum.
I can’t break eye contact. He is breathing heavily, and although it feels like it’s been like this forever, I know it’s only been a few moments. I feel smug at how quickly he’s going to explode, how much he must want me, but a little embarrassed at how much I want him, how desperate I am to taste him.
“Oh fuck Jade, I want to fill you with my cum,” he rasps suddenly. “I want to see you crawling on your hands and knees, wrecked and exhausted, all your holes dripping…” He tenses up and I feel his balls tighten, I grab them in one hand and cradle them gently as he presses himself against my face, I smell sweat and a musky, masculine scent, it turns me on as much as him face fucking me.
He pulls out suddenly, grabs his dick and starts stroking it. I reach up to draw it back in my mouth, but he loosens his grip from the back of my head and knocks my hands away. “Take off your shirt, let me see your tits,” he commands, his breathing ragged. I wiggle slowly out of my tee shirt, a snake-like motion, and slide it over
“You want this off?” he asks and smiles. “How bad? If I strip for you, are you going to strip for me?”
I nod my reply and try to squeeze some words out around him; it’s the best I can do with him filling my mouth with his thickness. With a cock in your mouth, you speak only in vowels and gestures. He slides the tee shirt over his body and tosses it somewhere behind him. I am rewarded with the sight of his incredible body, out of this world, the best I’ve had the pleasure of being attached to. I was right, his tattoos encircle his pecs, beautiful black outlines with some bright colour. A Phoenix from mythology wraps around his ribcage, the fiery feathers edging down along the side of him, and disappear into his pants. I tug at the waistband, slide my mouth off his cock and tease, “Come on, aren’t these getting a little too tight?”
“I like your enthusiasm,” he teases back and pulls them down to kick them off. He’s apparently commando tonight, but if I had a dick that impressive, I don’t think I’d want it caged either. Actually, if I had that between my legs, I’d probably whip it out and show people on a continuous basis...when I wasn’t hiding in my room playing with it that is.
Our intermission is over, his face become fierce with concentration, he puts a hand back behind my head and drags me down onto his shaft. I no longer gag on his huge member when the head hits me deep in my throat. Like a sword swallowing sideshow freak, I am enjoying the theatrics of this performance. I moan and wiggle my ass, I wish I could be filled from both ends, but only want him, if only I could clone him.
He moves his hips faster, pushing himself in and out of me, he grasps a handful of hair, as much as he can get, and pins me against his cock. My mouth is so full I can barely breathe. I manage to get air through my nostrils as saliva and pre-cum ooze down my chin. I am on fire, electric current travels from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I can almost visualize my body’s response to his domination of me. I am his whore, his slut, his bitch and his Goddess, on my bare knobby knees in my bedroom. He has become the master, taking over my space and my body, and I never want him to go.
And that scares me. How normal this seems, how little I want to struggle and how much I want him to use me, to mess me up and destroy me...then pick me up and pull me back together in his arms. I run my hands up and down the backs of his calves, his legs are solid muscle and I feel them quiver with each movement, he’s keeping his balance as he prepares to shoot his load into me, my first taste of his cum.
I can’t break eye contact. He is breathing heavily, and although it feels like it’s been like this forever, I know it’s only been a few moments. I feel smug at how quickly he’s going to explode, how much he must want me, but a little embarrassed at how much I want him, how desperate I am to taste him.
“Oh fuck Jade, I want to fill you with my cum,” he rasps suddenly. “I want to see you crawling on your hands and knees, wrecked and exhausted, all your holes dripping…” He tenses up and I feel his balls tighten, I grab them in one hand and cradle them gently as he presses himself against my face, I smell sweat and a musky, masculine scent, it turns me on as much as him face fucking me.
He pulls out suddenly, grabs his dick and starts stroking it. I reach up to draw it back in my mouth, but he loosens his grip from the back of my head and knocks my hands away. “Take off your shirt, let me see your tits,” he commands, his breathing ragged. I wiggle slowly out of my tee shirt, a snake-like motion, and slide it over
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