KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
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I've been writing again. I just thought I'd torture any of you unsuspecting bb browsers as well as myself. You can thank me later. 
He lifted his head and locked his eyes on mine. His hands went hesitantly to the buckle of his belt. My eyes followed them. He paused, then undid it. Then the button and zipper on his khaki pants. He moved slowly, diffidently. I guessed that he'd never stripped for a woman before. I licked my lips when he started inching his polo shirt up his belly. He yanked it off of his head.
Oh my. With his shirt off he looked like some pagan warrior. My sex started to throb. I shifted in my chair, hooking one leg over the arm and pressing my fingers into my pussy. He took a deep breath and dropped the shirt. His gaze settled in the same place my fingers did.
He toed his shoes off and pulled off the socks. He hooked his thumbs into the trousers and the waistband of his underwear, then shoved them down his legs. He kicked them off and stood there, before me, legs slightly spread, cock pointing towards his belly. I groaned in appreciation. He was utterly beautiful.
The delicious naughtiness of the entire situation caught up to me. The very idea that one of the most forbidden men was standing naked for my pleasure sizzled down my spine. Beautiful, taboo, and all male. My fingers moved faster on my clit. He took a step forward and his erection bobbed. I squeezed my eyes shut, burning the picture of him like that forever into my brain, just before I came all over my hand.
"Holy fuck," he murmured. I opened my eyes again, feeling boneless. He was right in front of me, his hand slowly working his cock. Long and thick, the head of it burned reddish purple. As I watched, drops of precum oozed from the slit. My eyes followed his thumb as it spread the wetness across the broad head of his penis.
I considered going up for a taste, but thought the better of it. I wanted to watch, to see how far he'd go. Under my wet fingertips my pussy hummed to life again. I watched his fingers, noting the places they stroked and squeezed. Lazily, I matched his rhythm inside of my pussy.
His hand moved faster and the head of his cock turned a deeper red. "What are you thinking about Wright?" His voice was rough and unsteady. It wasn't a question, it was an order.
"Your penis, sir."
"What about my dick Wright."
"What it tastes like, sir." Lust washed over me again, making my voice husky with it. "What it would feel like on my tongue. How hot it is. How it would fill me. My pussy is so jealous of your hand, sir."
He must have like the idea too because he groaned and dripped precum. I licked my lips, barely restraining myself from licking him. Watching him masturbate was entirely too arousing to stop, I wanted to see him cum. To that end, I goaded him on with the words he wanted. Instead of with my fingers and tongue, I caressed him with my voice. I told him of my lust, how my nipples always seemed to get hard whenever he was near and how I soaked my panties when I saw him. I gave him little snippets of the sexual fantasies that had been tormenting me for the past few weeks. Like the one where, instead of inspecting my uniform as usual, he unbuttoned his pants and let me blow him in the middle of formation.
With a sexy howl, he came. His fist flew back and forth on his erection, huge spurts of cum landed on my face, breasts and belly. It was hot and creamy with a musky smell that made me drool. His eyes were shut and he was breathing heavily. He squeezed the full length of his shaft one last time, milking out the last few drops of cum. Leaning forward, I delicately licked at those last few drops. His taste exploded on my tongue. Oh fuck, he was delicious.
He sucked in a breath and his belly tightened. I pulled my fingers from my pussy, pruned from being wet so long, and cupped his balls with them. "Well?" he demanded. His voice was a little shaky.
"Well what, sir?" I asked again, not really paying attention. My tongue flicked out to lick at the juncture of his thumb and forefinger, where they rested on his cock, he had cum there.
"How do I taste, private?"
"Mmm." I glanced up his body to meet his eyes. "Delicious."
He lifted his head and locked his eyes on mine. His hands went hesitantly to the buckle of his belt. My eyes followed them. He paused, then undid it. Then the button and zipper on his khaki pants. He moved slowly, diffidently. I guessed that he'd never stripped for a woman before. I licked my lips when he started inching his polo shirt up his belly. He yanked it off of his head.
Oh my. With his shirt off he looked like some pagan warrior. My sex started to throb. I shifted in my chair, hooking one leg over the arm and pressing my fingers into my pussy. He took a deep breath and dropped the shirt. His gaze settled in the same place my fingers did.
He toed his shoes off and pulled off the socks. He hooked his thumbs into the trousers and the waistband of his underwear, then shoved them down his legs. He kicked them off and stood there, before me, legs slightly spread, cock pointing towards his belly. I groaned in appreciation. He was utterly beautiful.
The delicious naughtiness of the entire situation caught up to me. The very idea that one of the most forbidden men was standing naked for my pleasure sizzled down my spine. Beautiful, taboo, and all male. My fingers moved faster on my clit. He took a step forward and his erection bobbed. I squeezed my eyes shut, burning the picture of him like that forever into my brain, just before I came all over my hand.
"Holy fuck," he murmured. I opened my eyes again, feeling boneless. He was right in front of me, his hand slowly working his cock. Long and thick, the head of it burned reddish purple. As I watched, drops of precum oozed from the slit. My eyes followed his thumb as it spread the wetness across the broad head of his penis.
I considered going up for a taste, but thought the better of it. I wanted to watch, to see how far he'd go. Under my wet fingertips my pussy hummed to life again. I watched his fingers, noting the places they stroked and squeezed. Lazily, I matched his rhythm inside of my pussy.
His hand moved faster and the head of his cock turned a deeper red. "What are you thinking about Wright?" His voice was rough and unsteady. It wasn't a question, it was an order.
"Your penis, sir."
"What about my dick Wright."
"What it tastes like, sir." Lust washed over me again, making my voice husky with it. "What it would feel like on my tongue. How hot it is. How it would fill me. My pussy is so jealous of your hand, sir."
He must have like the idea too because he groaned and dripped precum. I licked my lips, barely restraining myself from licking him. Watching him masturbate was entirely too arousing to stop, I wanted to see him cum. To that end, I goaded him on with the words he wanted. Instead of with my fingers and tongue, I caressed him with my voice. I told him of my lust, how my nipples always seemed to get hard whenever he was near and how I soaked my panties when I saw him. I gave him little snippets of the sexual fantasies that had been tormenting me for the past few weeks. Like the one where, instead of inspecting my uniform as usual, he unbuttoned his pants and let me blow him in the middle of formation.
With a sexy howl, he came. His fist flew back and forth on his erection, huge spurts of cum landed on my face, breasts and belly. It was hot and creamy with a musky smell that made me drool. His eyes were shut and he was breathing heavily. He squeezed the full length of his shaft one last time, milking out the last few drops of cum. Leaning forward, I delicately licked at those last few drops. His taste exploded on my tongue. Oh fuck, he was delicious.
He sucked in a breath and his belly tightened. I pulled my fingers from my pussy, pruned from being wet so long, and cupped his balls with them. "Well?" he demanded. His voice was a little shaky.
"Well what, sir?" I asked again, not really paying attention. My tongue flicked out to lick at the juncture of his thumb and forefinger, where they rested on his cock, he had cum there.
"How do I taste, private?"
"Mmm." I glanced up his body to meet his eyes. "Delicious."
