impish_pixie
In the pink
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His slave
When he first moved her head, he frightened her. She was certain he intended to move away from her, away from her mouth. Perhaps, even leave her all together. She wanted to please him; she wanted him to stay.
But his hands drew her closer, his cock filling her mouth. He raised her hands, encouraging her to hold on to him. She moved her head slowly, gently gliding his cock between her lip, back and forth, in then nearly out of her mouth. She was certain this was the wrong thing to do to him, and was preparing to stop despite the comfort of being so close to him.
“Oh! Yes!” The harsh whisper of his voice did not scare her. The word was a positive but more than that, his words carried the sound of lust and desire that struck her body. Like a sharply pulled knot, the muscles in her belly twisted and for a moment, there was the feeling between her legs similar to when his fingers entered her secret place. The harsh strike of desire flashed through her and quickly subsided to a confusing throb.
“Harder and faster.” The words themselves meant little but again her body responded to his tone with a pleasure that made her moan, send vocal vibrations along his cock. Her secret place was warm and wet as she moved her head faster back and forth, dragging her lips along his shaft, her tongue pulsing against the head of cock. Her hands tested, not pushing harder but pushing deeper. At her own pace, in miniscule increments, she pushed him into her throat. At first, the choking feeling nearly raised a panic but with nothing forcing her to continue and her faith in the Master absolute, she relaxed and held still until it passed.
She started sucking again before she moved her head, her lips, mouth tongue and throat pulsing around his cock, as the aching throb between her thighs intensifies. She moves her head, and his cock slides partially out of her mouth before she pulls him back in. Rocking on her knees, her head moves back and forth as her hands pull him into her mouth, forcing him into her throat harder and faster with each thrust. She groans as her tight pink nipples brush against his thighs and she squeezes her legs together, fighting against her own strange feelings and physical desires.
When he first moved her head, he frightened her. She was certain he intended to move away from her, away from her mouth. Perhaps, even leave her all together. She wanted to please him; she wanted him to stay.
But his hands drew her closer, his cock filling her mouth. He raised her hands, encouraging her to hold on to him. She moved her head slowly, gently gliding his cock between her lip, back and forth, in then nearly out of her mouth. She was certain this was the wrong thing to do to him, and was preparing to stop despite the comfort of being so close to him.
“Oh! Yes!” The harsh whisper of his voice did not scare her. The word was a positive but more than that, his words carried the sound of lust and desire that struck her body. Like a sharply pulled knot, the muscles in her belly twisted and for a moment, there was the feeling between her legs similar to when his fingers entered her secret place. The harsh strike of desire flashed through her and quickly subsided to a confusing throb.
“Harder and faster.” The words themselves meant little but again her body responded to his tone with a pleasure that made her moan, send vocal vibrations along his cock. Her secret place was warm and wet as she moved her head faster back and forth, dragging her lips along his shaft, her tongue pulsing against the head of cock. Her hands tested, not pushing harder but pushing deeper. At her own pace, in miniscule increments, she pushed him into her throat. At first, the choking feeling nearly raised a panic but with nothing forcing her to continue and her faith in the Master absolute, she relaxed and held still until it passed.
She started sucking again before she moved her head, her lips, mouth tongue and throat pulsing around his cock, as the aching throb between her thighs intensifies. She moves her head, and his cock slides partially out of her mouth before she pulls him back in. Rocking on her knees, her head moves back and forth as her hands pull him into her mouth, forcing him into her throat harder and faster with each thrust. She groans as her tight pink nipples brush against his thighs and she squeezes her legs together, fighting against her own strange feelings and physical desires.