I teased him mercilessly with my finger with the scent of my pungent juices underneath his nose. He tried to grab it with his mouth, but I was too quick. It did make his cock begin to show those telltale signs of diminished capacity. His knob was huge and drooling with this thick white liquid drooling from the eye of the storm.
I had to keep my eyes open not wanting to miss one single moment of the action.
“I’ve never seen a man jerk off for me. It’s truly a pleasure for you to be my first. I did spy on you with my assistant the other night. I thought about your cock and what kinds of naughty things you can make me do to get my hands on it. I could easily grab it and suck it deep like I did in the office, but that would be too easy,” I said with my voice hoarse and straining to break the sound barrier with my scream of unrestrained passion.
His bed sheets became soaking wet leaving a stain which I wasn’t sure how he was going to explain. I could only hope he knew how to do the wash and didn’t rely on his mother to do everything for him catering to his every whim. It would be just like him to feel entitled and I had heard stories about his father which left me shaking my head. He was of the sentiment a woman’s work was in the kitchen and on her back, but my best friend was learning to stand up for herself with the help of those girls in her pack that knew better.
“I could be persuaded to give you the benefit of my tongue when you are near to the point of exploding,” He indicated with a flutter of his tongue to make my legs visibly twitch with the possibility of him laying hands on me.
I took a hold of his hair and kissed him with my lipstick leaving a ring around his mouth. I was coming on like a hurricane and I knew that he was willing to listen to my words of encouragement. I was getting to him by making those chills run up and down his spine. It was time to take no prisoners chaining him to the insistence in my eyes and the way that my tongue was tickling the roof of his mouth.
He was a little slow on the uptake, but he soon found a pleasing rhythm. His hand had stopped momentarily, but it had started again with his shaky resolve evident by the way that his fingers were actually trembling along his length.
“It’s tempting and I’m certainly not going to say it isn’t, but we need to keep it in our pants. I know it’s hard and I can see that for myself with my mouth watering for the opportunity to consume you down to the balls. Forgive me, I didn’t mean to give you ideas, but rest assured your next appointment is going to be memorable,” I hinted letting the words of the devil spew from my mouth unencumbered by a filter to censor what was coming out.
“I’m ready whenever you are. I would really love to see you cum all over your fingers for me. I could die a happy man watching you get off and hearing your screams of joy when the pressure is too much for you to take any more. I can imagine what my cock would feel like deep within your convulsing walls. How you would squeeze down on me begging me to give you my cream, but I would hold back to make you wait with that anticipation blazing in your eyes,” He said purposely turning up the heat between my legs until the temperature was at the boiling point.
“I’m willing to finish you, but you are going to have to finish me. Take it or leave it,” I encouraged and found him more than susceptible to my suggestion.
I grabbed his hand and placed it against my bald mound. He was a little awkward, but one finger had me breathing heavy, but I couldn’t concentrate on my own pleasure when his was raging out of control.
I grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount into the palm of my hand. I had a unique understanding of what kind of pleasure a man could have by somebody else’s hand. It was fun to tease the boys when I was old enough to realize they would pant after me like puppies on a leash.
His technique improved with slight whispers of instruction into his ear. He was able to fit in three fingers making me feel full, but there was always room for more. His thumb took the initiative by rubbing my clit and my legs jerked with the toes pointing in response.
I knew from tasting him that he was a good combination of bold flavors to excite my palate. At any given moment, he was going to spew with his hot cream into the air wasting it which was something I couldn’t condone.
In the background, I could hear his pornography, but it was merely white noise drowned out by the real-life version playing out on his bed. The very feel of my fingers wrapped around him with my blood red nails playing along his flute had him looking up at the ceiling with his eyes closed.
“That is exactly what a good boy should know what to do when they are with a woman. It’s not all about… It’s not all about your pleasure. It has to be a mutual exchange and you are certainly restoring my faith in man.” I was falling quickly, feeling energized with sparks of electricity running from my fingers scattering all over my body.
I was close, biting my bottom lip and then my eyes flew open. I screamed, but I did grab a pillow to put over my face with one hand while still jerking him with the other. He was leaking like a faucet and there was really only one way to plug that leak.
I came down with my legs jumping every so often from the aftermath of the orgasm. I didn’t think I had a problem and other women would’ve given anything to be in my shoes. I had to admit I was addicted to his youthful enthusiasm and his willingness to play along.
The little head was doing most of the thinking for him.
He was about to go off the launching pad and I was more than happy to take him by surprise with the vacuum force of my mouth. My lips formed a tight seal and his balls erupted with moans of complete surrender. His hot man juice squirted all over my tongue and I didn’t want to say anything, but my body responded with a mini-climax of my own.
I left him smiling on his bed, wiping my lips and sticking my finger in my mouth to get that final taste before walking out of the door.
Chapter four
I dressed to impress in a form-fitting white leather dress to make his tongue fall to the floor when he first saw me. I gave Amanda the afternoon off claiming I was going to be tied up going over files and wouldn’t need her until the next day.
The apparition of his body in my dreams all night had me tossing and turning restlessly. He was always there smiling and holding onto his cock with those thick fingers.
I met him at the door with a wet and sloppy kiss to catch him off guard. My hand easily engaged the lock to make him a prisoner of my advances. I grabbed his hand and led him back to the examination room where he had ironically been with Amanda in the Biblical sense.
He unbuttoned my shirt, squeezing my tits and then he leaned in a little closer with his hot breath followed by his mouth enveloping one of my nipples. We hadn’t said one single word to one another and it didn’t seem necessary when our bodies were doing all the talking for us in a different way.
He was sucking on one nipple after the other, really getting into it and showing them the respect they deserved. I moaned and pressed his head against my chest to feed him my breasts which he eagerly accepted. Those nerve endings on the tips of my nipples strangled any good sense to know what was right and wrong. I was beside myself, dripping into the crotch of my panties soaking through to the other side.
“I would like for you to try what you attempted to do with Amanda,” I whispered hotly into his ear and he gazed into my eyes with the mischief of a young boy looking back at me.
The words were hollow and would mean nothing if he didn’t follow my directions to the letter.
I let him nurse, taking pleasure from giving me a tongue lashing I was never going to forget. He was a little too enthusiastic and I wasn’t sure that was even possible, but he was proving me otherwise.
“I remembered when I was little and wanted more than anything to suck on these. How a few years make a big difference is beyond me. I have never truly gotten you out of my head.” Speaking of heads, there was one practically calling out to me from the tight confines of his pants.
He was pinching my nipples and I probably could’ve had an orgasm without any kind of manual stimulation. I stopped him and the way that his tongue moved had me at a loss for words.
I had him sit in the dental chair and shuffled his pants down until they were around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any underwear coming out large and rising to the occasion. I gave him those seductive bedroom eyes, curling my hand around the base and drawing him closer to the heat of my lips.
I was bobbing my head learning those little things to make him squirm to my touch. It was fun to make that blueprint of his pleasure for further use in the future. It was easy to discover how his body responded to little nips and nibbles to keep him on the edge of his seat.
He got this look in his eyes like some kind of animal on the prowl. It was almost feral and he used his muscular body to manhandle me until I was lying in the same position he was in.
He spread my legs and the dress was unzipped all the way down from the front until he was able to spread it open with his hands. He did the same thing to my pussy lips, but not before he pulled the panties to the side to expose them to his eager leer.
“You are a very good student,” I moaned when he drove his face into my pussy with his tongue outstretched spearing me with one fluid motion.
I let out a long drawn out moan of satisfaction throwing my body at him and pressing my hand on the back of his head. He was right about his tongue and the man had some raw talent to be cultivated in the right hands. This was his secret weapon and word of mouth was a good incentive for women to come calling to see if the stories were true about him. It was the same thing with Amanda and she had succumbed to curiosity with surprising results.