“That’s for not doing as I asked. I asked you to taste me. I’ll decide when your mouth gets coated with my cum, not you.”
Oh, he liked to be in charge. Well, I was fine with that. I’m feisty in real life but in the bedroom I could play a part.
He squeezed the end of his dick so another droplet appeared. “Now, taste me.” He demanded once again.
I swiped the bead of pre-cum with my finger and I sucked my finger into my mouth. My finger made a popping sound when I removed it.
“How do I taste?”
“Hmmm, like citrus and salt.” I said breathily. “Like the best tequila flavored milkshake I ever tasted.”
“Man milk. Nothing finer for you to drink.”
I undid my bra at the back as the fastener was digging into me. I put my hand at the waistband of my skirt and looked to him for direction.
He nodded his consent at removing it. I stepped out of my skirt, now left in only a lacy black thong and my black three inch heels.
“Leave those on for now.” He directed and then licked his lips.
I nodded.
“Now sit at the edge of the bed.”
The chemistry between us was palpable. It had been since the minute we set eyes on each other in the bar. I licked my lips greedily. He was going to fuck me good I could tell. He was going to fuck me hard. I guessed I’d be leaving this room hardly able to walk and exhausted. Thank god I had taken the rest of the day off. I would need a hot shower and my bed.
I positioned myself at the edge of the bed as he ordered. H stripped off the rest of his clothes and Jesus was it a sight to behold. I hadn’t been treated with such a display even when I had gone to see stripper shows. He removed his jacket first, folding it carefully and placing it over the back of a chair. His every move was meticulous. His eyes fixed on mine as he unbuttoned his shirt. His hooded eyes imprisoned mine. He did it oh-so-slowly, revealing a rock hard body with abs I could have bounced hammers off. The V down to his groin made me stifle a moan.
“You like what you see?”
I nodded and licked my lips.
“Touch me. See if it feels as good as it looks.”
He knelt between my legs and I ran my hands over the contours of his body. It did indeed feel like I had imagined it would. Taut. Smooth. I felt a drip of cum slide from my pussy out into the hem of my thong. I was soaking wet for him. He leant over and blew on a nipple, making it peak even further under his ministrations. I could have hung his fucking jacket on it. Then he sucked it into his mouth, the warmth from his tongue contrasting with the cold air he blew before. I squirmed in place, desperate to have him take me, my walls already contracting with the thought of him there. He swapped to the other breast and sucked. Jesus, I could
feel my pussy throb. I was so close to coming and he hadn’t even touched me there yet.
He sat back, leaving me deprived. “This wasn’t how my email started was it? If I recall, it started with you taking my cock in your mouth.” He stood up with his dick in his hand. I swallowed. I would have to fit that in my mouth.
“Open wide, Tiff.” He said with a devilish grin that pulled at his lips.
I opened my mouth and he pushed the tip of his cock in, pulling back out and repeating. In and out, in and out, teasing. I ran my tongue around the tip and up the underside, tasting his pre-cum again. I had to stretch my mouth wide for the girth. He pushed in a little deeper, then pulled back out, deeper again, then back out. The next time he pushed in, I sucked hard and he groaned. He rammed his cock in as far as he could, right to the back of my throat and I continued to suck as if my life depended on it. My jaw ached with the stretch and drool ran out the corner of my mouth. He collected it on his fingers and rubbed it into his dick. He positioned his hands behind my head and fisted one into my hair just like he said he would. “Make me cum.” He commanded.
I took over from his hand, holding his dick in my own hand. I wrapped my fist around the base of his shaft. I licked him from base to tip, swirling my tongue around his head and then I took him back in my mouth. I remembered some advice I read in a magazine about doing shorter and longer sucks. H groaned and rocked himself in time with the sucks, realising what I was doing. My jaw ached so much I was in pain but I didn’t care. It mixed with the pleasure. I looked up at H’s face and his eyes were closed, his face showing he had given himself over to my mouth. I might be doing his bidding but right now I held all the power. I used the fingers of my spare hand to tease his balls, cupping them in my hand one at a time, stroking them and then running my fingernails down each one.
“Christ.” He groaned.
He withdrew from my mouth and stroked the side of my face. “I’m not coming in your mouth today. I’m going to cum all over those gorgeous fucking tits.”
He used his fist in my hair to pull me onto my feet. My legs felt unsteady, I was so goddamn horny.
“Lie back on the bed and hold your tits together, leaving me a channel for my cock.”
I placed myself on the bed with my head on the pillows and did as he said. He knelt astride me and leant over, removing the pillows from underneath my head and instead placing one under my chest so that it was more pronounced than the rest of me. “Push them together now, that’s right.”
He pushed his dick between my large breasts and I held my boobs together as he began to move in and out. He slid in and out of the channel I had created for him a few times and then he stopped and withdrew. “Wait.”
He walked over to his jacket pocket and withdrew a small bottle of massage oil and then he returned to sitting astride me. Loosening the bottle lid he poured the oil into his hands, some of it splashed on my body giving me a hint of the cum that would shortly follow. He rubbed the oil between his hands and then rubbed it into my tits. They started to gleam as he massaged the oil in; my tits slipped out of his hands they were so greased up. “Right, where were we?” He asked.