Log inWatch me suck him, sweetie. Watch your mistress crawl on all fours, up his body, breasts dangling, nipples dragging across his thighs as I climb, until my wet lips meet his swollen head in a red hot kiss that sends waves down my spine and makes my backside flex and bow, my pussy lips spreading wetly with a smack directly in your view, opening into a cavernous "O" as I bend down and take his fat head and thick shaft down my hungry throat, contracting and pulling and spitting in time with my dripping pussy. Is your cock hard, my pet? Are the veins popping out like his? Haha:) Could they, even? Do not touch yet-- I'm not done. The crown of his head is digging into the pillow, his eyes shut tight, his face tranforming, shifting from pained frustration to joyful laughter as I swirl my tongue around the tip, suck him down, and work my neck to suck and skid up and down his slopes. I grab his overstuffed hot balls and tug-- he screams in a giggle till I'm slurping my way to the tip, running my tongue along his slit scooping up his precum while I look him in the eye, till I smile and say, "Yum."
"Lay down.
Spread your legs," he says,
but I stay still.
I fix him with my stare.
I crawl up his body,
letting his stiff cock
drag down my stomach,
past my pubic hair,
splitting my pussy lips,
but I keep going,
until he is the one
flat on his back,
my knees on either side
of his face,
my pussy descending
and stopping his mouth
with a kiss.
I arch my back,
further,
deeper,
until the top of my head
is on the bed,
between his legs,
my eyes are staring at you,
my hard pink nipples
are stretching towards the ceiling,
and you can see
across the planes of my body,
his mouth open wide,
engulfing my curly, hairy pussy,
sucking me senseless.
"Stroke your cock," I say to you
in a breathy moan as he presses
his fat tongue into my clitoris.
You do as your told.
You stroke steady,
even,
just as I've taught you.
"Are you jealous?"
I smile.
You stroke harder and say,
"Yes, Goddess,"
Say "Yes, Goddess."
Say, "Yes, Goddess."
Good boy.
He slides his tongue inside me,
deep.
I suck in my breath
and close my eyes
and start to lose control.
"Not yet--" I moan,
and he stops
on demand.
"I want to cum on your cock,"
I beg.
I crawl off of him, down to the edge
of the bed,
staring at you,
my breasts on the mattress,
my ass in the air,
presenting to him.
"Feed his big cock to my pussy,
sweetie," I purr.
Like a good boy,
you rise, in a bowed,
humble, hunker,
and approach
his massive erection.
You take it lightly in
your hands,
aim the tip at my
winking fuckhole,
and stroke him
into me,
until he is
swelling me
with his massive cock,
until he is stretching
and expanding
my inner walls
into meaninglessness,
and I begin to quake
and sing like a siren.
You fall to your knees,
and praise me.
"You're a goddess,"
I feel the red hot charge
of his thrusting cock
vibrating through me.
I am limitless.
I am shimmering.
I am gushing.
I am growling like a beast
while he fucks
me into oblivion.
But I have the wherewithal to
fix you with my gaze
and say,
"Suck up
the mess,
like a good
little bitch."
You nod,
dumbly.
I look over my shoulder
to watch him
as he grips my ass
and pumps
athletically,
steadily.
"I'm going to cum
on your cock, young man.
But don't you dare cum--
not yet."
I turn to you.
I want you looking me in the eyes
when they roll back in my head.
He dips and pins me
to the gushy place
with his perfect cock.
I clamp down hard,
stick him to the place,
and gently rock,
then faster,
and soon my ass
is rising and falling,
my legs sprawled and spread,
the sheets are drenched,
and your tongue is licking
the hot glaze from my plump cheeks.
I twitch on his cock and
each time I feel myself
dripping between my thighs,
your tongue eagerly searching
for every drop,
until at last he
withdraws
and I'm empty and hollowed.
"Suck up the mess," I pant,
gesturing at his rigid prick.
"Open your mouth,
and keep stroking."
You close your eyes,
and open wide.
He slides inside,
grabs you by the hair,
holds you firm,
and fucks your face.
You gag and spit,
but you try your best
to take him,
do not run,
do not panic,
only open wider,
and try to please him
"Such a good
little cocksucking slut,"
I say, standing over you,
my pussy still wet with him
inches from your mouth.
"keep sucking, little slut."
You feel the surge,
begin to panic,
but I grab you by the shoulders
to soothe and hold you through this.
He floods your mouth.
You suck it down.
I cover the hand that is pumping
your cock with my own.
I guide your hand up and down
and whisper in your ear,
"Good boy,
swallow again.
Make sure every
last drop
is in your tummy."
And when I'm satisfied
that you've obeyed
like a good boy,
I whisper wetly,
"Cum for me, sweetie.
Cum for me, good boy."
Spread your legs," he says,
but I stay still.
I fix him with my stare.
I crawl up his body,
letting his stiff cock
drag down my stomach,
past my pubic hair,
splitting my pussy lips,
but I keep going,
until he is the one
flat on his back,
my knees on either side
of his face,
my pussy descending
and stopping his mouth
with a kiss.
I arch my back,
further,
deeper,
until the top of my head
is on the bed,
between his legs,
my eyes are staring at you,
my hard pink nipples
are stretching towards the ceiling,
and you can see
across the planes of my body,
his mouth open wide,
engulfing my curly, hairy pussy,
sucking me senseless.
"Stroke your cock," I say to you
in a breathy moan as he presses
his fat tongue into my clitoris.
You do as your told.
You stroke steady,
even,
just as I've taught you.
"Are you jealous?"
I smile.
You stroke harder and say,
"Yes, Goddess,"
Say "Yes, Goddess."
Say, "Yes, Goddess."
Good boy.
He slides his tongue inside me,
deep.
I suck in my breath
and close my eyes
and start to lose control.
"Not yet--" I moan,
and he stops
on demand.
"I want to cum on your cock,"
I beg.
I crawl off of him, down to the edge
of the bed,
staring at you,
my breasts on the mattress,
my ass in the air,
presenting to him.
"Feed his big cock to my pussy,
sweetie," I purr.
Like a good boy,
you rise, in a bowed,
humble, hunker,
and approach
his massive erection.
You take it lightly in
your hands,
aim the tip at my
winking fuckhole,
and stroke him
into me,
until he is
swelling me
with his massive cock,
until he is stretching
and expanding
my inner walls
into meaninglessness,
and I begin to quake
and sing like a siren.
You fall to your knees,
and praise me.
"You're a goddess,"
I feel the red hot charge
of his thrusting cock
vibrating through me.
I am limitless.
I am shimmering.
I am gushing.
I am growling like a beast
while he fucks
me into oblivion.
But I have the wherewithal to
fix you with my gaze
and say,
"Suck up
the mess,
like a good
little bitch."
You nod,
dumbly.
I look over my shoulder
to watch him
as he grips my ass
and pumps
athletically,
steadily.
"I'm going to cum
on your cock, young man.
But don't you dare cum--
not yet."
I turn to you.
I want you looking me in the eyes
when they roll back in my head.
He dips and pins me
to the gushy place
with his perfect cock.
I clamp down hard,
stick him to the place,
and gently rock,
then faster,
and soon my ass
is rising and falling,
my legs sprawled and spread,
the sheets are drenched,
and your tongue is licking
the hot glaze from my plump cheeks.
I twitch on his cock and
each time I feel myself
dripping between my thighs,
your tongue eagerly searching
for every drop,
until at last he
withdraws
and I'm empty and hollowed.
"Suck up the mess," I pant,
gesturing at his rigid prick.
"Open your mouth,
and keep stroking."
You close your eyes,
and open wide.
He slides inside,
grabs you by the hair,
holds you firm,
and fucks your face.
You gag and spit,
but you try your best
to take him,
do not run,
do not panic,
only open wider,
and try to please him
"Such a good
little cocksucking slut,"
I say, standing over you,
my pussy still wet with him
inches from your mouth.
"keep sucking, little slut."
You feel the surge,
begin to panic,
but I grab you by the shoulders
to soothe and hold you through this.
He floods your mouth.
You suck it down.
I cover the hand that is pumping
your cock with my own.
I guide your hand up and down
and whisper in your ear,
"Good boy,
swallow again.
Make sure every
last drop
is in your tummy."
And when I'm satisfied
that you've obeyed
like a good boy,
I whisper wetly,
"Cum for me, sweetie.
Cum for me, good boy."
