-geisha.grrrl-
The Hunted
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I waited until he was asleep, until I knew he wouldn't wake up when I got between his legs and moved them apart. I waited and I held my breath while I hoped he wouldn't wake up and catch me getting ready to play with him.
I started slow, and I put his wilted cock in my mouth; Most of it. I opened as wide as I could and got all of it in, just a little left at the base I couldn't fit, and then I just lay there, breathing through my nose quietly, enjoying the scent of him.
I enjoyed the smell of him, the smell of home, and the smell of the man I love more than anything.
I let my mouth fill with saliva and drooping dick and I enjoyed feeling him inside me, seeing his stomach rise and fall with every breath.
I played with his balls lightly, while he slept. I felt them and touched them. I got to know his balls while he slept under my mouth full of his cock, full of him, the love I never thought I'd have.
Then I started sucking, lightly at first, sucking on his limp cock, feeling him sleep. I sucked my lips together and let his dick slither out of my mouth until the head came to my lips, then I opened and got it all back in again.
I must have sucked his limp tool for 20 minutes while he slept. I sucked soft, so he wouldn't wake up, but I got to know him like I wanted to get to know him. I hoped he was dreaming of a soft, wet mouth on him.
I needed him to wake up by then... I needed him to feel how much I wanted to suck his cock.
I rubbed his tummy, I raked my nails softly down his stomach, and then I did it again, harder. I knew he would wake up, but I needed him to wake up right then, so I did it as hard as I could while I sucked his lifeless dick as hard as I could.
I can remember how wet I was just then, dripping my honey onto the bed, wanting so badly to straddle anything and ride it to orgasm, but that moment wasn’t about me, so I tried my best to ignore it.
He woke up, and tried to move, but then, not a second later, realized that he couldn’t move because my mouth was locked onto his cock, my mouth was warm and sucking, it was hot and tempting; He took my invitation.
Automatically, his hand went to the back of my head, pulling me down closer to the base of his then hard cock. It was so hard, and so thick, I thought I might choke before I got half of it in my mouth.
Then, I heard him say, “Choke on it, whore,” as he pushed himself farther in my mouth.
I needed those magic words, and I let him pull my head down while he shoved himself up and deeper down my throat.
He moaned, “…wanted it so bad you had to suck it while I was asleep, didn’t you, slut…” and he began pistoning in and out of my mouth. The pre-cum and saliva drenched his cock and the base of it, sliding out of my mouth like a pornographic waterfall, and I moaned.
I couldn’t help it anymore and dropped one hand down to rub my clit, hard and fast, like he was fucking my mouth.
“Suck on the head of it, whore, suck the head of my cock,” He whispered, fever-pitched and ready.
“My sweet, nasty little cockwhore,” he moaned, jacking his cock while I sucked on the head of it and fondled his balls.
He told me then, that he was going to shoot his cum in my mouth, that he was going to give me so much cum it would gag me, it would choke me, that I wouldn’t be able to breathe because he was going to paint my mouth and throat with all his cum he’d been saving for this moment.
When he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my head down on his cock, I knew he was going to cum, I knew from the way his legs moved under me, the way his breathing was so ragged, the way he could only half-say the words I wanted so much to hear. I wanted to hear him stutter the word ‘whore’ and half-breathe the word ‘slut.’ That was all he could do, stammer and breathe; it was so good to him.
When he grabbed me, I shoved three fingers in my ready-to-cum pussy. I knew my pussy would be able to take it; I’d been alternating between finger fucking myself and punishing my little cunt with two fingers anyway.
And then he did it, god he did it… he pulled my head down as close as he could, until I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see or hear, I could only cum and take his cum. I took that load of sugar in my mouth while he praised my whorish ways. He screamed my name and pulled my hair with one hand, while he made sure my head couldn’t move with the other hand.
I screamed with my mouth wrapped around that monster of his, that thing that makes me do so many wild things. My hand was wet with my honey fluid all over it, and god my pussy was convulsing. My little cunt had never, absolutely, felt so empty and so good at the same time. I needed that cock in me, I needed him to punish my holes with that magic stick he has between his legs.
I waited, waited until he was finished. I let his cock go soft in my mouth again, and I sat between his legs with his softening dick between my lips and his hands in my hair. I looked at him, and let him stare at me, I let him memorise the photo of the woman he loved making love to him this way, with cum streaming from the sides of my mouth and his stick still so much inside me.
When he smiled, I knew he was finished and that was the time to do it. I sat up, and let his cock slip out of my mouth slowly. I leaned toward him, looked at him, and tilted my head down before I did it:
I let my lips part a bit, so he could see the cum and saliva inside my mouth, so he could see what he’d done to me. I let a bit drip down my chin, and I brought one of my hands up to my face to rub it in.
It was silent, so silent in the room, and I knew what was going through his head. I shook my head and smiled, both actions almost imperceptible, and I spit on him.
I spit all that hot sugar liquid and my saliva on his stomach. I turned my face completely down and let the rest slip out of my lips in the long line that cum and spit turn into when gravity is added to the mixture.
I spit on him with everything I had, and then when there was nothing more, I swished my tongue around inside my mouth, and I spit on him again.
I got up to brush my teeth and never made it to the bathroom. His dick was hard all over again, and he jumped up and took me against a wall in the room. Oh there’s more and I’m sure I’ll tell it, but just now, I’m thinking of how I spit all that sweet honey on my doll faced lover, and he treasured every second of it.
ty mami
