Both Sides Of The Coin

But you haven't been up close. It was warm--hot to the touch. It smelled, strongly. "It smells like a dick," was the odd thought to run across my mind.

"Say it." He said. Again, he was simple, no nonsense.

"I've been a bad girl." I intoned, in a voice that hazarded dangerously close to sultry.

"And what do bad girls do?" He asked, pulling me back the back of my head in closer....closer.

I gobbled up his cock. It felt at home in my mouth. I went to work--bobbing up and down as fast as I could. But I was too new. I tuckered myself out. For a breather, I rested with just the head in my mouth, teasing him with my tongue.

"Enjoy this. You're mine tonight, and I will get off knowing that you're loving this, like the slut that you are." My eyes opened and looked up at him as he was saying this. "Take your time. Touch yourself too."

I stared at him for a moment longer, hardly moving. This perfect situation, me on my knees, his cock in my mouth, staring at each other. I slowly reached down to my own dick, and rubbed it through my panties. Letting out a girlish moan, I began to explore.

I don't know how long I was down there. I remember licking his testicles, sucking one and then both into my mouth. I remember my eye makeup running and seeing lipstick smears on his shaft. I remember the feeling of absolute bliss as I worked him over.

I started a long, slow, building motion with my mouth and throat. Slow and shallow, heading towards fast and deep. He grasped my hair by the root, and I could feel his balls tightening with my hand. I was rubbing myself furiously.

I looked up at him. My eyes screamed at him: "Please cum in my mouth."

He stared down at me "Drink it all" he grunted, and exploded into me.

I swallowed as quickly as I could, and got the first few bursts down. He continued grunting and holding me by my hair. There was too much. I lost his cock from my lips, as he continued bursting and covered my face, splurting on my nose and cheek. My own cock exploded in my panties.
He released his grip, and sat back on the couch panting. I fell back on my haunches, covered, in a state of shock.