“Don’t use your hands. I want only your mouth.”
I dropped my hands to my lap and scooted farther forward. My Master’s dick is thick, long and curved. Absolutely wonderful. I was glad to be given the opportunity to worship it. I took the head into my mouth and held it there, allowing my mouth to water. I tightened my lips around the head, making a very wet, soft home for my Master’s dick. I loosened my oral grip and let the saliva escape, coating his dick. The dark skin glistening in the candlelight. I lowered my mouth to his balls and took them one by one into my mouth. Rolling them on my tongue and moaning loudly. The vibration of my mouth resonating throughout him. I moved up again trailing my tongue along the underside of his shaft and then under the ledge where the head and shaft meet.
“If that’s the best you can do, then you might as well forget it.”
I could feel his scrotum tightening so his words confused me. I thought he was enjoying the tongue play, but if he wanted sucking, then he’d get sucking.
I dropped my mouth onto his hard dick, relaxed my throat and squeezed with my lips. I traveled the length of him. I raised, tilting my head sideways before sliding back down. This time, when I came up I was sucking and tilting the other direction. I worked myself into a wickedly, nasty rhythm. Down, Squeeze, Up, Twist, Suck. Down, Squeeze, Up, Twist, Suck.
“Mmm. Aw damn. You’re terrible at this.”
This time I knew he was full of shit. I could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing and jumping. His nuts had all but disappeared they were pressed so tightly against his body. I knew him well enough to know an orgasm was close. Real close.
“You stupid slut. Stop mangling my dick.” He pushed me away from him. Saliva covering my mouth and chin.
He pulled me to my feet and got up to trade places with me. I looked up from the bed on my back, waiting for instruction.
“Let’s see if your pussy is any better.” I spread my legs for him.
He was rock hard, and I was extra slippery. He slid into me effortlessly. It never stops amazing me how well we fit. He stirred my soup and I lifted my legs to his shoulders. His eyes closed and his head went back. But…
“Shit, this might be worse.”
“I’m sorry, sir, is this better?” I lifted my hips off of the mattress and began rolling them. Slow circles that usually get him to scream my name. I undulated as best I could, trying to make up for the ‘awful’ pussy.
“Mmm, This….shit….is….not….any…..good…at…all. Oh fuck – it’s terrible.”
His words and the breathless tone of his voice did not match. I knew we were both close to cumming, But I wanted my Master to cum first, to show him I knew my pleasure was secondary to his.
I lifted my ass even higher. My legs still resting on his shoulder, I moved my hand underneath me and played with his balls.
“Oh bitch, that’s not going to help.” But I saw the wrinkles in his forehead. He was concentrating on not cumming.
“Maybe if you fucked your slut from behind,” I suggested.
He immediately pulled out and turned me over. He found my pussy like it had a homing signal and was once again churning my butter. The curve of his dick hits a certain spot when he’s back there and my moans echoed off the walls.