The Baby Maker’s Club

I can tell how wet I am by the ease in which his fingers slide in and out of me. The flat part of his tongue moves in slow circles around my clit as he finger-fucks me. He reaches up my body and grabs my breast, playing with my nipple. I squeeze my eyes shut and ride this perfect wave of pleasure.

The feeling intensifies, and I grab onto his head, forcing him to stay right where he is. My hips grind, pushing my dripping pussy against his face. My frenzy seems to fuel him. He adds a third finger. My screams and moans fill the room and can probably be heard by everyone else down the halls. My body is electrified, ready to combust at any moment. I want to tell him to slow down, to wait. I want to prolong this for as long as I can. But my mouth won’t form the words. My orgasm is a freight train and there’s nothing I can do to stop it from barreling forward.

All at once my muscles clinch, and I bear down on his fingers.

“Come for me, baby,” he says.

My back arches off the bed. His fingers slip and slide as the wetness pours out of me. My body turns to jelly as I come down from this high. He kisses my clit and I jerk a little. It’s sensitive to the touch.

My orgasm does nothing to alleviate my hunger to have him inside of me. I impatiently help him out of his shirt, and pause when I see the ripple of muscles on his stomach. He has an incredible body. Muscular, but not over the top.

He stands up. I sit on the edge of the bed in front of him and unbutton his pants. They slide down his hips and puddle on the floor at his feet. The bulge in his boxer-briefs is enough to shock me and make me do a double take. My mouth starts to water.

I lean forward and kiss his stomach, reach my hands around and squeeze his firm, muscular ass. His fingers slide through my hair and grip a handful. He moves my head down toward his boxer-covered cock. I kiss it through the fabric. His cock jerks from the attention.

I hurry to get his underwear off of him. He chuckles at my eagerness.

I’m sure his underwear fit him fine when he put them on this morning, but now his erection fills them up and makes them far too tight. They look like they’re uncomfortable, like they’re digging into his skin. I’m more than happy to help him out with that.

Grabbing onto the waistband, I struggle to get them off of him. When I finally do, I feel triumphant. His beautiful cock stands at attention in front of me, the large head glistening with precum. I take a moment to appreciate its size and length. The man is hung. So much so that it’s a bit intimidating. Will he even fit? I have my doubts, but that won’t stop me from trying.

I take it in both my hands. Even with both hands wrapped around the shaft, there is plenty still exposed. He moans as I gently double fist him with slow, even strokes. When I open my mouth and circle my tongue slowly around the head, he tilts his head back and makes a sound almost like a growl.

I start bobbing up and down on his cock, taking a bit more each time, then pausing to swirl my tongue around the head and taste the precum pooling there. The muscles in his stomach clench, and he hisses through his teeth. I don’t know this man, not even his name, but I’ve never wanted to please a man more than I do right now.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good on my cock,” he says.

I look up at him to watch his face, and he’s looking back at me. His eyes are glazed over with lust. He’s more animal than man right now. I can tell he wants to rip my hands away and shove that giant cock down my throat. It’s taking all of his restraint not to do that. I want that, though. I want to gag on him, to choke on it.

I pull off of him and lick his salty wetness from my lips. “Fuck my face.”

His eyebrows raise. “Are you sure? The length of my dick is longer than your throat.”

“I want it,” I say, practically begging.

He doesn’t hesitate again. I open my mouth and he pushes his perfect cock past my lips. He’s right. He’s too big. He’s only halfway down my throat when I start to gag.

He pulls out quickly, and I gasp for air. He gives me a few seconds to catch my breath before pushing back into my mouth. We do this several times before my gag reflex settles. I’m able to take more and more of him each time. I breathe through my nose while he fucks my mouth. Even after getting used to his length, I’m only able to take a little more than half of him at a time.