I was afraid at first that she wouldn’t show up after I gave her my address. Afraid I came on too strong, had been too commanding with her. When she did everything I told her to do without resistance or complaint, I was excited, yet still cautious. Now that she’s here, and I’m seeing her wearing that dress just for me, I finally believe that she’s not trying to blackmail me. I had my doubts. But now it’s clear she doesn’t want my money. Just my cock. And it wants her too.
Seeing the way she looks at me, hungry and full of lust, has my balls about to boil over. It’s a good thing I rubbed one out before she got here so I can last longer.
She sits in the chair in front of me, hands trembling on the table. She’s nervous. For some reason that excites me even more.
“Unbutton my jeans,” I tell her. It’s more of a command than a suggestion. She doesn’t flinch at the order, just gets her quaking hands to work. She fondles with the button and zipper until they finally come undone. I stand to let her pull my jeans down. When my boxers are down too she gets this dreamy look on her face. Makes me think this girl hasn’t had sex in a while. She acts like she’s starving and my dick is the only thing that can provide nourishment. By all means, have at it. I have no intention of standing in her way.
“Stroke it,” I command.
Again, without hesitation, she reaches out, timid at first, before gently touching the skin of my shaft. Chills race up my arms and legs and a moan rumbles low in my throat. Her warm hands massaging my cock feel amazing. It’s been a long time since anyone has touched me like this. Last girlfriend I had was over a year ago. It had burned hot the first couple weeks then fizzled out within a month. Since then, I hadn’t really been interested in anyone and haven’t had much time for the dating scene.
Georgia seems to grow more confident in her ministrations, stroking with one hand and exploring my balls with the other. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation, but that doesn’t last long. I want to watch her work.
Each time she glances up at me, studying my face as if she’s worried she might do something wrong, I feel myself getting closer.
“Lick the tip,” I say.
She leans over, sticks her tongue out and begins to lap at the opening, drinking up my pre-cum. She then alternates between licking the rim of my head and running her tongue down the length of me. I bite back the smile I feel pulling at my lips. She’s enjoying this way more than I thought she would, making quiet sounds of approval each time she opens her mouth.
“Now suck it,” I tell her.
She tilts her head as if thinking about the mechanics and mathematics of such a task, measuring in her mind. She looks like she’s trying to solve a problem: how to get her tiny heart-shaped mouth over my large cock head. Eventually, she opens her mouth and spreads her lips, her teeth tucked safely behind them and begins to devour me. I don’t how she does it, but she makes it work. When the head is completely in, I see the shape of it in her cheek. I swear to God I’ve never seen anything that sexy in all my life.
“Yeah, that’s good,” I say, brushing my fingers through her hair while holding onto the back of her head. When my rod is halfway down her throat she starts to gag, lets up a bit, then bobs down for more, pushing herself to go deeper each time. The feeling of her throat opening then constricting around my cock is like heaven, and the sight of those red lips stretched to fit is like art. I don’t push her onto me, but I encourage her by moving my hips a little. I’m not bragging here; I have a large dick. It’s just a fact. And it would be difficult for any woman to take. Especially Georgia. Everything about her is small. From her mouth to her body. Still, she impresses me by being able to take more than I ever thought possible.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I chant, pulling quickly out of her mouth. I’m on the verge of unloading, but I’m not ready for that yet. So much for lasting longer. Maybe I should’ve spent all day masturbating in order to get ready for this night.
Though Georgia doesn’t seem all that experienced, she knows what she’s doing, and does it with aplomb. Fucking hell, she’s hot.
I take her face in my hands. Her eyes are watery and she has this dazed smile across her face. When I first invited her over, I told myself just a hand job, nothing more. When I saw those red lips, I shrugged and thought, okay, blow job, but that’s it. Nothing else. Now I don’t think I can stop. And judging by the look on her face, I don’t think she can either.
I push my lips to hers, kissing her long and deep. Hands running along her body, down her smooth curves, I grab handfuls of that plump little ass, kneading at the soft flesh. My fingers inch beneath her dress until I’m touching satin skin. She’s wearing a thong. I move the string to the side and slip my finger between her wet folds. I’m not talking about damp here. Not just a bit of moisture. I’m talking Niagara Falls, Slip ’n Slide, Hurricane Georgia wet. Clearly I’m having the same effect on her that she’s having on me.