“Get naked,” Vic demanded.
Hurriedly, I obeyed, stripping off my tank top and underwear.
Vic lied on the bed and gestured to me. “Come here.”
I crawled over to him, and pressed my body against his. He gave me a deep, long kiss. I could feel his pre-come on my inner thigh.
“Let me taste you,” I whispered against his mouth. “Please.”
“Whatever you want, babe.” Vic grinned, squeezed my ass, and then let me go. I crawled down his body until I reached his cock. I took all of it into my mouth, sucking it back until it reached the edge of my throat, and then going further. I never did have much of a gag reflex.
Vic groaned, stroking the hair out of my face. I stared up at him, bobbing my head up and down. His eyes locked with mine, and I sucked all the way to the top, smiled, and went all the way back down to the base.
“Fuck, Lennox . . .” I could feel him tensing, so I upped my pace and I placed my left hand on his balls, rubbing gently. Vic let out a hiss, tugging my hair.
Vic came in my mouth. I sucked him back, relishing the feel of his cock as his body shivered beneath me. I sucked him, but I didn’t swallow.
I would love to swallow; too bad it ruins my stomach. The last few times I’ve swallowed a guy’s semen, I’ve spent the rest of the day in the bathroom with a manufactured flu. It’s not that I don’t like the taste; it’s that the acidity doesn’t agree with my stomach. Literally, not ten minutes after swallowing semen, I’m in the bathroom. It’s horrible. I hate the saying that “good girls swallow.” I’ll swallow if you’ll make me chicken soup, turn the heating pad on, and leave me alone to watch my favorite TV shows. Is swallowing worth that? Probably not. So, I spit.
One time I gave a guy road head. He came in my mouth. What was I going to do? Roll down the window and get semen all over the car behind us? So I swallowed. Naturally my stomach revolted. We were on a road trip and two hours from home. I sat, holding in vomit for two hours. That is simultaneously one of my greatest achievements and biggest failures.
So, yeah, I don’t swallow.
“Swallow,” Vic said sternly.
I shook my head.
“Swallow.”
The longer Vic pulled his ‘I am the boss of you’ routine, the more semen leaked down my throat. His dominant routine was not sexy when it had the side effect of a very upset stomach.
“Swallow!” Vic demanded.
I glared and got up, about to run to the bathroom.
He grabbed me, forcing me down on the bed. “Swallow me inside of you.”
Clearly, he wasn’t going to let me go. I spit his semen back at him, covering his chest. Daintily, I wiped the corners of my mouth, like some vampire who’d just feasted on blood.
Vic stared back at me, nonplussed.
I shrugged.
“Semen makes me sick,” I said flatly.
“You should have told me. We could have avoided . . . this,” Vic said, indicating the semen all over his chest.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I like the point this makes.”
Vic’s eyes darkened. “Go get a towel and clean me up.” His tone sent shivers down my spine.
“Or what?” I couldn’t resist baiting him. I loved making him angry. It was sick, I know; but, he was just so magnificent when he was upset.
Vic reached down and pulled me up by the forearm, his fingers wrapped around my flesh. He pressed me against his chest so that I became sticky with his semen.
Vic seized my mouth, capturing it so fiercely that I couldn’t breathe. He tightened his grip on my arm and I cried out into his mouth. He swallowed my cry with a guttural sound of approval. I melted, molding onto his muscular frame.
When he released me, I was breathless, panting, and drenched between my legs. I whispered, breathless, “Your punishments make me want to disobey.”