Your cock is beautiful – 31

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-31 Continues…..

“Yes you are.” I said simply.

“This… this is…” she stuttered, “You can’t just…”

“Stella.” I said sternly, “This isn’t a debate. This is where you’re sitting tonight, because I want you to. That’s it.”

“That’s just it, is it?” she scoffed.

I slowly slipped my beer.

“That’s it.” I said.

She glared at me, and for a second I was sure she was going to stand up and storm out. I wouldn’t have minded, really. But something inside her seemed to fold, and she let out a long, frustrated breath. She turned around and crossed her arms angrily, pushing her back against the couch.

I finally found something on TV worth watching, but I kept glancing down at her. She seemed to slowly relax, and after a while even seemed comfortable down there, sitting at my feet.

Where she belongs, I thought with a smirk, trying not to laugh at how much like a cartoon villain that made me sound.

And just like that, I was in a good mood again. Nothing like humiliating the source of your anger to help you get over it.

I decided to reward her for her obedience. She stiffened at my touch, but all I had to do was run my hand through her hair and I could see her relax again. I kept stroking her, sometimes just sliding along her hair and sometimes gently massaging her scalp with my fingers.

The show I’d settled on was some sort of real life cop drama which I found interesting. I was stroking her for a while, just enjoying the feeling of dominance and watching the TV, when she let out a little moan of pleasure.

I smirked, and swept her hair back forcefully before increasing the strength of my grip. Again, as I stroked her she sighed with pleasure and leaned her head against my leg.

“See?” I said gently, “Isn’t it easier if you don’t question what I want you to do?”

She turned to look at me, frowning.

I smiled.

“You can just do what you’re told.” I said, “You don’t have to think, or ask questions. Just do it.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and again I stroked her hair.

“I mean, that’s what you want, isn’t it?” I asked. “Not having to think, or make your own decisions. You just want some orders to follow.”

She didn’t respond, and she didn’t turn away. She seemed surprised at what I was saying.

“If I want you to sit at my feet because that’s where I feel you belong, you just do it.” I said, “Right?”

She nodded, her eyes still wide.

I ran my fingers down her face, and cupped her jaw. I pressed my thumb against her lips and she opened her mouth to gently lick the tip. I pushed it in and she immediately began to suck and lick it seductively.

My cock twitched at her total submission. I gently thrust my thumb in and out, sliding it along her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and swirled her tongue around it, as if to show me what my cock was missing.

“Clothes off.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

She smiled and immediately yanked off her t-shirt, and she didn’t even bother to stand up to yank off her jeans and panties. After that she whipped off her bra and knelt in front of me, her head between my legs.

I slowly unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-hard cock. Wasting no time, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward. She moaned with lust as she took me into her mouth and started to pleasure me.

I sighed loudly and leaned back, running my fingers through my hair. It was almost worth keeping her waiting just for the feeling of relief I got from finally letting her touch me, even without the added bonus of frustrating her.

She was on top form tonight, using every trick she knew to worship my rock hard cock, as well as a few new ones. Every now and again she would forcefully flick her tongue against the head of my cock, so hard it was almost painful, but then immediately gave a long, slow lick before sliding me into her throat. She started to do this over and over, a quick routine that quickly became practiced. The second I was getting used to the feeling, however, she slid my shaft out of her mouth and gripped the head hard, slowly jerking it while licking the base.

Where did she learn this stuff? Seriously, I’d watched porn specifically dedicated to impressive blowjob techniques that didn’t have stuff like this. I guess that’s what happens with a creative, intelligent girl who genuinely wants to pleasure you.

She reached in and wrapped her soft fingers around my balls, and gently pulled them out of my underwear. She quickly pulled them into her mouth and licked them, and again my mind was overwhelmed with the sudden pleasure.

I lay back and sighed again, but I jumped with surprise when my phone started to vibrate in my pocket.

I frantically pulled it out while Stella backed away from me. It was Mia.

I thought for a brief second, then grabbed Stella and led her back to my cock.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” I grunted.

She looked at me, surprised, but she slowly smiled, and started to lick me again.

I took a deep breath and answered the phone.

“Hey little brother.” Mia said loudly into my ear.

“Wow, hi.” I said, stopping to clear my throat, “Someone’s been drinking.”

“Ooh, wellll maybe a li’l bit.” she said, a slight slur to her words. “You two having fun without me?”

“Oh yeah, plenty of fun.” I said, “You know, I think Stella and I are really becoming close.”

I put my hand on Stella’s head and pushed down hard, forcing her to take me to the base.

“Really?” asked Mia excitedly.

“Yeah, I really think so.” I said, “In fact, she’s sucking my dick as we speak.”

Stella let out a yelp of surprise but Mia just laughed, thinking I was joking.

“Haha, oh yeah?” she asked, “Is she any good?”

“Better than you’d think.” I said, “I’m balls deep in her throat right now; your friend can really hold her breath.”

“Ew gross.” Mia laughed.

Stella moaned and tried to move back, but I held her in place.

“Can you put her on?” Mia said.

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