The Naughty Stuff(3)

Suck & Blow




From the Art of Submission





Hard-On in 3D


Oh, heavens. The look in his eyes right now is staggering. Me – his submissive? Yes, I like the sound of that very much.

I pull him towards my bed and sit in front of him. I can feel how turned on he is through his pants. He’s so hard. The way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel… dare I say it? Wanted. I clumsily fumble with his pants button and zipper. I’m doing my best to look graceful and sexy, but really I’m just a feeble klutz. I finally get his pants undone and pull him free of his very sporty briefs. Cute. I wouldn’t have guessed him to be a brief man.

Holy hard on. What does he think I’m going to do with that? I mean… I’m game, but … it’s just so... big. Like hard on in 3D. I look up at him hoping he’ll explain how this is supposed to work. He touches my face, runs his hand through my hair and gives me look of pure pleasure, and that’s enough for me. I’ll just do my best and hope for a positive outcum. I inwardly laugh at my own no-pun-intended remark. I’ll start with the basics. A little licking, some gentle sucking. He tastes so delicious and he smells wonderful – clean and masculine. But just when it’s getting good, he stops me. No! Why?

“Stop… I want to try something,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I wonder what he’s planning. Something naughty I hope. He quickly scans my apartment and spies something on the coat rack. A scarf? What does he plan on doing with that? He walks back over to me, kneels in front of me, and gently starts blindfolding me. Oh, I get it now. Yes, this is nice. I’ve never done anything like this before. The scarf feels so soft around my eyes. I touch it, trying to get used to the feeling of not being able to see what I’m doing. Then I feel him in front of me, all his hardness in my hot and greedy hands. My breathing is so loud and I’m trying my best to control it, but it’s difficult because I’m so absolutely turned on right now. I can feel my own wetness and I shift uncomfortably on the bed. Let’s do this…

I start stroking him firmly and I can hear his breathing start to quicken. He puts his hands in my hair as I take him in my mouth and he gently pushes my head down. He tastes so good. I do what I know; I caress the head of his dick with my tongue and suck hard. He moans low and deep so I take him deeper. Can I do this? Maybe… I’ll try. I relax and take him to the back of my throat, trying not to gag… oh… yes… I can do it. I start to gag so I pull him out of my mouth completely and then quickly take him in again, sucking as hard as I can and concentrating on my breathing. My pussy is throbbing uncontrollably as I do it over and over. The sound is so sinful and naughty; wet and loud. Oh my god, I’m going to come…. I can’t believe this.

“Fuck!” His voice is filled with abandon as he curses into the air.

Without warning I feel his warm release at the back of my throat and I swallow quickly before I gag again. Then I come, too, and it feels so incredible.

***





Come for Me


I pull back from her and her cheeks have turned a lovely pink hue. Christ, her legs are a fine sight. All she’s wearing is a surprisingly pretty pair of pink ruffled panties, a matching bra and knee-high white socks. At least she has good taste in underwear. Very good taste, indeed. She’s looking down at the floor, her feet slightly pigeon-toed, and she starts twirling a lock of hair between her fingers. Her breasts are large and firm, her tummy soft, round and flat. Good lord Almighty, she’s fucking perfect – and I tell her so again, but she looks up at me as if disbelieving. We’re definitely not getting out of here if she keeps doing that with her hair.

She smiles shyly and her hand falls to her side. I’m standing directly in front of her. She’s little – with the top of her head only reaching my mouth. She’s looking up at me with sleepy half-closed eyes. Her skin is so soft and smooth, like satin. With my other hand, I grab her hair at the back of her head and pull it to bring her face to mine. Her eyes are closed and I kiss her forehead, her perfect little nose, and then her pouty mouth. She responds immediately. She tips her head to one side and kisses me deeply, her tongue probing my mouth briefly. I pull away from her so I can look at her one more time. Her eyes are still closed and she looks angelic.

“Dylan… don’t stop… more…” she whispers.

I can’t deny her. I kiss her long and hard, my tongue caressing the inside of her warm wet mouth. I move my mouth down her neck, onto her large firm breasts, biting as I go along. I want to taste her – all of her. I kiss her breasts through her bra, nibbling her stiff nipples as she pants softly. I glide my mouth down her belly, kissing and biting her as I follow the mouth-watering scent of her pussy. She starts to moan softly.