Under My Boss's Direction

“Six,” he said, stroking my face.

“One more to go.”

“Yup, how are you doing, pet?”

“Okay, I think. We certainly did a lot that first day.”

“We did indeed.”

“There are still other things we can do, while we’re waiting.”

“Without it leading somewhere else?”

“I promise,” I vowed.

Ryan pulled me to him, his hard cock pressing against my belly as he kissed me tenderly. Continuing with the theme, I returned his affections, slowly but surely migrating down to his chin and then along his neck, like he had done to me. I didn’t know if he’d had anyone do it to him before but going by his soft moans, of both pleasure and surprise, I would guess not. He tensed as I reached his cock, planting a kiss right on the pulsing head. He knew what was coming next as well as I did, and was apparently trying to prepare himself.

Playing with him a little more, I swirled my tongue around the tip of the head, working my way slowly down. Reaching the ridge, I went back up, making sure to cover every tasty inch of the surface area, savoring every sound he made. He hadn’t told me to suck him, not directly. I usually waited for direct orders from my master, particularly in the bedroom, but it was so clear what we both wanted no words needed to be exchanged. Either that or I was becoming telepathic to his needs. Either one was possible, really.

Giving his delicious head a sound tongue lashing, I took it in my mouth and started to suck. Light and gentle at first, adding intensity as I went along, easing my lips down his thick shaft. Similar to how he’d fucked me.

It surprised him as much as me when my lips brushed his balls, his cock well and truly in my mouth, to the point of also being a good distance down my throat. I’d never really attempted deep-throating before, at least not with so much gusto, and was very pleased with the results.

Ryan wasn’t exactly disappointed either, putting his hand on the back of my head as I eased back up toward the top and started to suck again in earnest. Only about half of his full length remained in my mouth. Despite my success, I wasn’t quite confident enough in my abilities to try sucking while he was fully submerged.

Not that he seemed to mind at all. Making sure to keep my head moving, so my jaw didn’t get tired, I worked his tasty load into my mouth, swallowing it down slowly, like it was the elixir of life. It had been so long, nearly a week, and I was determined to enjoy it a much as I could. It was almost certain I would get more the next day, when the birth control kicked in full force, but I’d been getting greedy when it came to Ryan. Wanting as much as I could possibly get.

I collapsed against him, softly kissing his pelvis, working my way back up his shaft to lick him clean when I’d rallied enough.

“Your turn,” he declaimed.

Like a shot I was on my back, my legs bent up near my tits, supported by my hands, giving him full access to everything I had. A submissive pose if there ever was one but also a very sexy one.

Ryan’s soft, wet tongue caressed my sensitive pink lips, making me moan, deep and honest. I loved his tongue and I loved him. Our mutual affection manifested in the sex. The phrase ‘physical love’ as literal as it could possibly be. I finally knew what all the songwriters and poets were banging on about.

After a few long, gentle licks to get me warmed up, he started to go fancier, tracing all sorts of interesting shapes and sigils into my tender flesh, making out messages to strange and secret deities, as I moaned out prayers and praise to the heavens. Ones that only intensified when he took it up several notches.

Taking hold of my quivering thighs, Ryan buried his face in my sweet pussy, devouring my sex for all he was worth. Licking, sucking and fingering as though my life depended on it. A pure white burst of pleasure igniting in my mind as he brought me to orgasm, tremors rattling through me like a freight train as I came.

“Fuck!” I panted, slamming back into the bed.

It felt like I’d just run a marathon, my entire being lit up with the warm throb of exertion. Something I’d never felt from receiving oral before, but that just spoke well of Ryan and his methods. He was, by far, the most astounding man I’d ever had the supreme pleasure of knowing. And I was all his.

Without even asking if I could walk, correctly guessing I couldn’t really, my legs were still far too weak and wobbly for that, Ryan raised me up from the bed and took me into the bathroom for a gentle scrub down, dutifully avoiding my pussy, which was still tingling with sensitivity by the time the water was run.