ORAL SERVITUDE - redux

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Because Farawyn asked me to. Just a little tiny story...

Yes Sir, I Need It

"Babygirl," he says, his voice deep and soft.
One word. He has my complete attention.
"I want you on your knees."

Without a word, my knees unlock and I sink down before him.
"Remove my belt," he states quietly.

My hands obey, rising from my bare thighs to reach for the buckle as my eyes drop to his waistband.

"No. Don't look away from me. Look right at me. Look at Sir."
My green eyes lift instantly to look up at him. The intense focus of his returned gaze contradicts his low tone. My lips part in a silent exhale at that look. It's that look. The one that always turns my insides into sweet, melting syrup.

"Good girl."
Locked into place by his eyes, my fingers work the leather free from the buckle and pull it from the loops, placing it in his palm.

"Unbutton and unzip my pants."
I notice my fingers have started to tremble. His voice always does this to me. I complete the actions, my eyes still locked on his.

His left hand slides over my hair in a soft caress before his fist closes around a handful and my head is slowly pulled back, away from him. His right thumb brushes across my lower lip briefly. I know better than to do anything with his thumb although I want to, very badly.

His right hand leaves my lips and drifts towards the waistband of his boxer briefs.

"I want you to look at it. Look at Sir's cock. Because you're going to suck on it. You're going to take it in your mouth, devour it. Choke on it and swallow."

My mouth waters in anticipation and I swallow reflexively. My gaze drops to his waistband, where his beautifully hard cock has been released from his clothing. Precum coats the head, shining in the dim light.

He shifts his stance, his right hand wrapped around the shaft, and begins to coat my lips with his precum. I can barely stand it. I shake with the need to open my mouth, flick my tongue out. Taste him.

But I can't. He hasn't given me permission yet.

He paints my lips with his precum and then pulls away. The silky fluid becomes a slowly sinking bridge between my lower lip and the head of his cock.

"Open that slutty little mouth of yours. Good girl. Stick out your tongue."

Eagerly my lips part. My nails dig into the skin of my thighs as I silently remind myself not to lean forward.

"That's right, babygirl. You want Sir's cock, don't you? You fucking need it."

As he arches his hips and slowly eases his shaft into my mouth, I savor the tangy taste of him on my tongue. The surge of wetness between my thighs escalates.

Yes, Sir. I need it.

Thanks for this! and thank you Farawyn for the request :)
 
Because Farawyn asked me to. Just a little tiny story...

Yes Sir, I Need It

"Babygirl," he says, his voice deep and soft.
One word. He has my complete attention.
"I want you on your knees."

Without a word, my knees unlock and I sink down before him.
"Remove my belt," he states quietly.

My hands obey, rising from my bare thighs to reach for the buckle as my eyes drop to his waistband.

"No. Don't look away from me. Look right at me. Look at Sir."
My green eyes lift instantly to look up at him. The intense focus of his returned gaze contradicts his low tone. My lips part in a silent exhale at that look. It's that look. The one that always turns my insides into sweet, melting syrup.

"Good girl."
Locked into place by his eyes, my fingers work the leather free from the buckle and pull it from the loops, placing it in his palm.

"Unbutton and unzip my pants."
I notice my fingers have started to tremble. His voice always does this to me. I complete the actions, my eyes still locked on his.

His left hand slides over my hair in a soft caress before his fist closes around a handful and my head is slowly pulled back, away from him. His right thumb brushes across my lower lip briefly. I know better than to do anything with his thumb although I want to, very badly.

His right hand leaves my lips and drifts towards the waistband of his boxer briefs.

"I want you to look at it. Look at Sir's cock. Because you're going to suck on it. You're going to take it in your mouth, devour it. Choke on it and swallow."

My mouth waters in anticipation and I swallow reflexively. My gaze drops to his waistband, where his beautifully hard cock has been released from his clothing. Precum coats the head, shining in the dim light.

He shifts his stance, his right hand wrapped around the shaft, and begins to coat my lips with his precum. I can barely stand it. I shake with the need to open my mouth, flick my tongue out. Taste him.

But I can't. He hasn't given me permission yet.

He paints my lips with his precum and then pulls away. The silky fluid becomes a slowly sinking bridge between my lower lip and the head of his cock.

"Open that slutty little mouth of yours. Good girl. Stick out your tongue."

Eagerly my lips part. My nails dig into the skin of my thighs as I silently remind myself not to lean forward.

"That's right, babygirl. You want Sir's cock, don't you? You fucking need it."

As he arches his hips and slowly eases his shaft into my mouth, I savor the tangy taste of him on my tongue. The surge of wetness between my thighs escalates.

Yes, Sir. I need it.

WOW!!! Hot story
 
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