Your cock is beautiful – 28

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-28 Continues….

After a few long minutes filled with frantic licking, I realized what she was doing. I looked down at her to see her staring up at me. When our eyes met she closed hers and sucked in her cheeks, increasing the pressure around my dick, but still not taking it any deeper.

She was waiting for me to take control.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her off of me. She sat back on her knees and waited silently. I got on to my knees in front of her and caressed the back of her head.

“You’re doing well.” I said, pushing her gently downward. She followed my guidance and lay down with her face in front of my cock.

“But, you know…” I continued, “I think if we really want to clean this mess, we have to get a little deeper.”

I pressed my cock head to her lips and she opened her mouth to accept it.

“You don’t mind if I use your throat, do you?” I asked casually, forcing it deeper. She relaxed and I pushed harder, my cock slowly filling her until my balls were resting against her chin. She flexed her throat around my shaft, gagging slightly.

“Mmm… fuck. Such a tight little throat.” I grunted.

I pulled out half way out of her slick throat, and then thrust back in. I groaned out loud and started to thrust in and out with a steady rhythm. I honestly didn’t know which I preferred, her pussy or her throat. Regular sex was incredible, and somehow getting better each time. But looking down at her wide, green eyes staring up at me, drool covering her lips and chin… this was fucking addictive.

I grabbed her hair with one hand and reached down to lightly grip her throat with the other. With my hand I could actually feel my cock causing a bulge in her throat. She moaned with lust and shut her eyes tight.

“No, look at me.” I ordered.

She obeyed, her eyes locking with mine again. She was tearing up at the discomfort. God, she was so gorgeous, so perfectly submissive.

“Look at me while I use your throat.” I growled. “I know you love this.”

She moaned at my words, and I felt the vibrations along my cock. I pounded harder into her mouth, enjoying how her tongue would curl around the shaft and head every time I pulled out. I could feel my second orgasm approaching already, and I knew there was no reason to hold it back, nothing to wait for.

But still, I made myself slow down. I could control myself even now. I had to know that.

“Throat or tongue?” I growled.

I slid my cock out of her mouth and let it bounce into the air, flinging a line of her own spit across her face.

“You choose. Do you want me to cum in your throat, or do you want to taste it?” I asked, stroking her face with my thick shaft, further covering her cheek with her saliva.

“My tongue!” she moaned raggedly, “I want to taste it!”

I laughed darkly, and forced my cock back into her mouth.

“Of course you do.” I taunted, “You love my cum, don’t you?”

She moaned as I resumed my frantic pace, driving myself back to the brink of orgasm in a few short minutes. As she requested, when it was time I pulled out until just my cock head was in her mouth, but then I got a better idea. I pulled out completely, with only the tip resting against her lips.

“Use your hands.” I ordered.

She quickly shifted her weight off of her arms so that she could grasp my shaft. She jerked my cock as her tongue poked out and licked the sensitive tip, coaxing me towards ejaculation.

“Don’t… swallow.” I gasped, “Hold it… in your mouth.”

She nodded, wrapping her lips around the head, and I came hard. I stared down at her, the pleasure and feeling of Dominance driving every thought from my head. My second orgasm felt even bigger than the first one, long powerful spurts each accompanied by a wave of mind-numbing pleasure.

My withering cock slipped from between her lips, and I sighed with satisfaction. I thought I’d seen her swallow once or twice while I was cumming, but now she was looking up at me with her cheeks bulged out.

I laughed. It was a big load, but not that big. Her puffed out cheeks were filled with mostly air.

“Open.” I ordered.

She looked intensely embarrassed but obeyed, holding her mouth open to let me see all of my thick cum pooled on her tongue. There was more than I thought. I gripped her face, pushing in on her tight cheeks. I put my other finger in her mouth and pressed it against her tongue, sliding the sperm around on it.

“You like that, don’t you?” I started, pinching her tongue with my thumb and finger. “You like how it tastes.”

She gave a quick, hesitant nod.

“What do you say when someone gives you something you like?” I asked.

She closed her eyes tight, hesitating.

“Mia.” I said darkly, “What do you say?”

She made a barely audible murmur in the back of her throat.

“What was that?” I asked.

She let out a defeated whimper, and tried to speak with her mouth open and with me still holding her tongue.

“Fank ooo.” she said, her tongue twitching in my grip.

I sighed as a rush of Dominant satisfaction passed through me.

I smiled.

“You’re welcome, slut.” I said, removing my finger. “Now swallow it.”

She closed her mouth and swallowed my sperm with a loud gulp. She kept her eyes closed for a few seconds. I rested back on my feet, waiting for her to glare up at me with those big, green, vulnerable eyes. I was ready for her to “come down”, to desperately cling to me after the intense high of humiliation and submission.

But that’s not what happened.

Instead, she opened her eyes, and smiled. She leaned forward and kissed my cock again, gently taking it in her hand.

“Can I have more?” she asked, “Can your slut please have more of your delicious cum, Sir?”

I stared into her wide eyes and my heart pounded in my chest. My tired, sensitive cock was trying to rise again. I didn’t answer at first, but kept my expression neutral.

“Please Sir?” she begged, “Please can I suck your cock again?”

She kissed the shaft again, and again. I’d expected this to be too much for her, but I was wrong. It looked like I’d be able to push her even farther than before.

“Go ahead.” I sighed, as if this was an inconvenience to me.

I slid my legs out from under me and lay down completely, my head resting on my arms. My urge to dominate had calmed somewhat, so I figured I could relax and enjoy this.

She gripped my cock with both hands and started to bring it back to life.

Her attitude was different than the first time. She moved slowly, deliberately, letting her tongue explore and massage every inch of my flesh, licking and probing, occasionally taking my mostly limp shaft into her mouth for a few gentle sucks.

It was taking a while for me to get hard. After all, it was the third one that night. After maybe ten minutes I still wasn’t completely erect. Then, she gripped my cock at the base and tapped it against her cheek. She let out an excited sigh and did it a few more times, bouncing my rubbery shaft off of her cheeks and lips.

My mind was filled with an image of brutally slapping her with my cock, using the weight and size of it to hurt her. Even at my size it wasn’t like I’d really be able to hurt her with it, but just the idea of using the cock that she loved to punish her like that was enough to bring me back to full hardness. I’ll have to try that some time, I thought.

She used her hands, lips, tongue, and cheeks to gently massage and caress my once again rock hard cock. At any one point there were at least two different sensations happening simultaneously, rubbing or licking or lightly twisting with her dexterous fingers. I let myself make whatever low growls or hums I wanted to, feeling no need to hide my pleasure. I felt myself reach a new level of relaxation, an almost sleep-like trance where all I could feel was the comfort of my body on the bed and the constant, yet wonderfully unhurried worship of my cock.

I don’t how long this went on before she finally took me into her throat, but it was a surprising change. The ceaseless variations of pleasurable touches were replaced with one intense surrounding pressure.

She was really getting incredible at this. The first time she sucked my cock she could barely fit a few inches in without gagging, and didn’t have the first idea about what would feel good other than just touching it. She’d learned a lot, and seemed to be learning still. She slid me out of her throat and immediately began swirling her tongue around the head, while at the same time bobbing up and down maybe two or so inches each time.

Your cock is beautiful – 28 will continue on the next page