Servicing His Slut (pt. 2)

“Fuck me…now.”

His eyes opened wide and he pulled his head back slightly.  He smiled, “where’s your new toy?”  I grabbed the we-vibe and set it down next to me while he laid back and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them over his slender hips.  HIs fat cock, waiting for me.  I leaned over and took him in my mouth.  Slowly, sucking on him, getting him hard, milking his cock… so slowly.  I slid his fat cock through my lips, slowly sliding him down, and then sucking and pulling back up.  Down, and up… slowly.  Hearing him moaning, his breathing labored and heavy.  His cock getting harder and harder with each upward pull.  My hand wrapped around the base of his cock, but I still pushed him as far back into my mouth as I could each time, holding it there they way I know he likes.  Until I am ready to choke, then I release just a bit, and then down again before coming back up.  I know he loves the way I worship his cock, but worshiping is the only way to do it.

His cock grew fat and hard.  So fucking hard I could feel his body trembling.  I knew that holding his cock in the back of my throat like that makes him want to cum right there- but I knew he wouldn’t.  I sucked him harder now, pushing him to his limit.  Feeling him shake, my hair pulling because he was twisting it in his fist so hard.  His voice shaking, “Suck that cock bitch.  Suck it…”

Sliding it down again slowly, suctioning it along the roof of my mouth and sliding down, down down.  I could feel his body start to tense up.  I had him, I knew it.

And then he threw me back.  “Fucking bitch,” he hissed at me.

He grabbed the We-Vibe and the pack of lube I brought.  He poured it on the toy, a lot of it dripping on my leg.  I turned it on and inserted it.  I settled for a second, feeling it inside me.  Positioning it right.  It was a little long for my clit as I am built kind of small.  He pushed inside me.  It wasn’t a smooth fit.  There was a lot of lube so I know that wasn’t it.  His eyes caught as the vibrations hit him.

It was awkward.  But, it felt good, I will tell you that.  With every thrust, the pad hit my gspot, making it burn in a really really delicious way.  I could tell though, that he was irritated with it.  He seemed to have to force his cock with every thrust.  It was just in the way.  He kept going, noticing that I was definitely getting off on the feeling filled.  He was not about to stop.  He was fixed on my pleasure.

Ahh this man, the more I think of his past, the more I see it in our fucking.  His natural instinct to serve.  His intense desire to give pleasure this way.  He is not selfish in this moment, he is determined.

My g-spot is aching and my cunt is gripping him hard and wanting more but my brain tells me something is off and it’s this toy that’s doing it.  I push him back and pull the We-Vibe out.  I tossed it aside.

“Sorry baby,” he whispered.

“No” I said, pulling him down on me again, taking him inside me.  Finally- feeling nothing but his cock.  Filling me, it’s all I need.

We are fucking now.  Really fucking.  He is thrusting into me so hard and I am grabbing on to him.  Fighting for something, reaching for an orgasm that seems strangely out of reach for us both.  He is not content with this, I can see it.  His face is concentrated but his eyes are low.  He is frustrated, his eyes almost show… guilt.  FUCK.

He pulls off me again and I immediate sit up and reach for him.  We are sweaty and desperate now.  Both of us ragged and aching.  He pushed me back down, and his mouth dives back into my pussy.  His fingers, dig into my cunt and he rubs against my aching g-spot.  Pushing and rubbing, stroking me expertly with his tongue.  I feel the tongue peircing, rubbing just above my clit adding the slightest bit of extra stimulation, and it’s all I need.  I grab his head, fucking his mouth and finding my center.  He moans as he laps up my cum.  He’s divine, I’m sated.

And hungry.

I pull him up and wrapped my hungy whoring mouth around his cock.  He was half sitting and watching me.  I wanted him so badly.  The sub in me needed to please him.  I wanted to savor his cock, choke on him like the submissive cock whore I am.  With him I am always torn between the desire to drink his cum and let him pretty my face with it.  This is not D/s.  This is just two people, fucking, serving, desiring each other.  Reaching for our core selves with each other.  It’s beautiful and rhythmic.  It’s raw and colorful.  I feel it in my skin when he touches me.

I ache to taste his cum as much as he aches to please me by giving it.  I tighten my lips around him, letting him press his cock into my throat again, again.

again.

again.

“Oh baby- are you ready for my cum?”

My body aches at his words.

again.

deeper.

thrusting.

fucking.

“Oh fuck my cock with that mouth.”

down and hold for a second, feeling his cum cursing through his cock.

“oh fuck. I’m gonna cum baby.”

wrapping my lips and pumping his cock with my mouth

deep

hard

he grabbed my back and pushed me down.

He was screaming this time.

I held him in my throat.  Swallowing as he pumped his cum into my mouth.  Feeling him thrusting.  Trembling.

I held him until the last shot was down my throat.  The slid my lips back over him.  Pulling back.  Savoring.

Tasting

Adoring.

We are breathless.

We are wrecked.

It is unclear just who has serviced whom.

And it doesn’t even matter.

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