It's you that I adore
We are lying together. Naked. She has given me shelter and a bed. A rest stop for a weary traveller, desperately needed. Her head wavers over my abdomen. She is absolutely explicit.
"I want to suck your cock."
Who am I to refuse? She brings her lips to my shaft, and I feel her hot breath all along it. I am teased for a few seconds, her tongue flickers about, and soon she forms that perfect O, encircles my glans, and brings her head down. She envelops me.
My hand rests on the mountain of curls gently rising and falling on me. I cannot resist expressing my approval with deep, guttural moans. I also vocalise. "Thank you," I gasp. She hums back at me. We both mean it. God, I needed this.
I test her, gently at first. My hand is no longer merely nestling in her hair, but is now insistent. There is an inexorable force at work now, not simply gravity anymore, but not entirely under my control either. She takes it well and accepts it. I daresay, she is enjoying herself more than I thought possible.
You will always be my whore
I decide to try to insist further. I get selfish, much more selfish, and still she seems receptive to it.
"Can I straddle your face?"
She smiles, and proceeds to explain the rules:
"If I gag, choke, or cough, don't worry. Keep going. That's just part of it."
There is obvious consternation on my face, so she adds, still smiling, "I'll be fine. Your pleasure will become mine."
I've fantasised about this, but I thought these things only worked in fantasy. To my surprise, it also works here. I think I understand.
My knees go astride her, under her arms. My thighs at first accidentally press her breasts at an uncomfortable gradient, but she quickly readjusts them. I bring the tip to her lips, silently requesting entry once more. She kisses it and twirls her tongue around it, which is all the encouragement I need. I bring my pelvis forward to greet her tongue and palate.
My hips thrust forward, as slowly as I can at first. I test the angle and depth, and still find welcome. Deeper. I am looking for her boundaries. I probe even deeper down. Her hands are along the back of my thighs, nudging me on.
So it is, then.
In you I see so dirty
I lean forward, looking for the angle that can afford me maximum access. I let myself go. The last remnant of gentleness fades away. I thrust, hard, profoundly, unreservedly. I bring myself to forget that this is a mouth, not adapted for the use I am giving it. My use, albeit under her invitation. Me. Mine.
For no more than a few seconds that seem like a blissful eternity, I am irrumating her fiercely. Then, through the messy slops of her saliva, my flesh, and other assorted indistinguishable fluids, I hear the first violent murmurs of a choke, followed by a gag.
In you I taste God
I quickly withdraw. Despite her warning, I have to check. "Are you ok?", to which she reassures me she is. And I don't want to stop. I plunge right back in, barely giving her time to breathe, although not before she manages to tell me how pleasing my flavour is.
We must never be apart
This proceeds for a while. I go on, acting out my most vile thoughts. A few seconds of hard pounding, interrupted by one of the foretold chokes, gags, or coughs, which make me withdraw for a few instants to let her catch her breath only to almost immediately go back to the motions that provoked this in the first place.
After I judge that she's had enough, I dismount and decide to give her a break. I thank her again, as I bring my mouth to kiss hers, using my tongue to explore the spaces I was just in.
A bit of a rest. She's earned it. But I'm not yet done with her.
Lovely girl, you're the murder in my world
After her break, I nudge her back down. I am again lying on my back, and I intend to work her even more. She accepts, and brings herself back to position. This is what she wants, and almost as importantly, it's what I want.
This time, there are no gentle introductions. My hands and hips bring her in deep. My entire body tenses in front of her face, gradually giving her less and less choice, or rather, gradually making my choices her own. My arms go from being suggestive guides to commanding officers. The breathing breaks she needs when her reflexes kick in are getting shorter and more spaced apart. I am losing all mercy, ramming at the back of her throat. It's violent.
She's gettting skullfucked. There's no better word to describe this. She asked me to do it.
Drinking mercury to the mystery of all that you should ever seek to find
I am getting impatient. My body wants release. It's been so long since the last time. I'm not even giving her a chance to keep her teeth out of the way, so they are rubbing against me a little, bringing me discomfort, pain even. It seems incomparable to the ordeal she has subjected herself for my pleasure. I decide to ignore the teeth. It's the least I can do.
"I want to come in your mouth."
"Do it," she exhales during a break.
This is it. I shove my way back in. She again becomes my toy, for me to use. I tell her what a good job she's been doing. My skin tingles and trembles. If you could see her motions without seeing my hands, they would appear unnatural, as if possessed by unholy forces. Then it arrives. As waves of hot pleasure course through my spine, I explode into her face, as she herself later describes it. She gets no truce yet. While she's swallowing every drop, her worship at last complete, I commend her for being such a good girl. How very generous. How very giving. I run out of words, so I bring myself down to where she is and seal my gratitude with a tender kiss.
When it's done, I lean back; every inch of my body goes limp. She goes to clean up, and will soon rejoin me. I am unable to move. My breath leaves me, and I don't even feel like reclaiming it for almost two minutes..
It's you that I adore
You will always be my whore