Your cock is beautiful – 6

She sat me down on her computer chair, and began to undo my belt buckle.

I stopped her hands with mine.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I said.

She was confused for a second, but then realized what I meant.

“Oh…right…” she said.

I nodded.

She slowly began to undress, not making eye contact. I thought she’d gotten used to stripping in front of me by now, but she seemed so much more nervous, more humiliated, than when we were in my room.

Her blinds were drawn, but not her curtains. Her body was even more unbelievable in the soft daylight.

She soon stood completely naked, hands by her sides, waiting for me to instruct her. Her earlier nervousness had disappeared, replaced by the strange gleam of confidence she usually had when she got naked.

I think she enjoyed undressing for me. I didn’t know whether it was the pride she had in her body, or just a desire to please me.

I gestured to my crotch, and she went back to where she was before, on her knees in front of me, unbuckling my belt. She pulled my pants around my ankles and my cock sprang free, almost fully erect already. Something about doing this here, in her room, was really turning me on.

She began by kissing and stroking my cock, like always. Every time it seemed to take her a little while just to get over how big it was. The way she stroked it with her fingers, and held it against her cheek, always so gentle and admiring, as if worshiping it.

She licked me until I was fully erect, then she started gently sucking around the head. Her lips had made a seal around my cock head, and she sucked in her cheeks and started bobbing up and down with a steady rhythm. This felt different from what she normally did, somehow. The pressure inside her mouth was just a little more intense.

She pulled back after a few minutes.

“I want to show you something.” she said.

She stood up and walked around her bed to her drawers. She opened the bottom one, dug around and pulled out a long object.

It was a cucumber.

“This is what I’ve been using for practice.” she said.

She grinned and walked back over to me, kneeling in front of me again.

She held the vegetable up against my cock. The cucumber was about 2 inches shorter, and a good deal thinner.

She laughed.

“I couldn’t find a bigger one.” she said.

She threw it on the floor and got back to work.

She started again with kissing and licking, and soon progressed to the new thing she’d been doing earlier, with her lips clamped firmly around the top and her head bobbing steadily up and down. This time she was twirling her tongue around the tip in time with the rhythm of her head. I groaned with pleasure and grabbed a handful of her hair. I didn’t pull it hard, just tugged on it.

Every few seconds she bobbed deeper, another quarter of an inch or so. After a few minutes of this amazing routine, she had about half of my cock in her mouth, and she wasn’t slowing down. As she continued, I felt my cock head push against her throat, and keep on sliding down. When she finally stopped, there was only two inches left of my cock outside. She inhaled sharply through her nose and pushed hard.

I couldn’t believe it.

She moaned loudly, the vibrations adding to the pleasure, as she finally took the last of my cock inside her.

Her lips were firmly wrapped around the base, and her tongue was licking against my balls. She’d done it. It felt insanely good, my mind was going blank from the sensation. I could feel every inch of my cock as I never had before, the whole thing was so warm and tingling with pleasure. I was suddenly so glad I’d made her do this.

She held this pose for maybe 10 seconds before slowly, but steadily, lifting her head off my cock. It looked bizarre, like a magic trick, all these inches of thick cock, drenched with spit, just flowing out of her hot little mouth. I groaned as she pulled back. When she reached the head, she pulled it out from between her lips with a pop, kissed it lightly, and rapidly swallowed the entire thing again. She repeated this a few times, swallowing, her lips sinking down to the base, then slowly sliding up.

I entered her completely over and over. I literally felt like I was going to pass out, I’d never felt anything this mind-blowingly good.

Just as my cock left her mouth for about the tenth time, I stood up suddenly and grabbed her head. I plunged my dick deep into her wet throat as hard as I could, and started thrusting in and out. She was moaning loudly, but didn’t resist. She brought her hands up to my sides, digging her fingers into my hips for support.

She kept her head still as I fucked her mouth. The sound of her hot, moist throat filled the room. My mind was completely blank as I came hard, pumping my hot cum down her swallowing throat. My hips continued on their own, making little jerking thrusts with each shot. When I was done, my knees felt so weak I could barely stand.

I fell backwards into the chair, grunting at the sensation of my still-hard cock sliding once more out of her throat. She stayed on her knees with her eyes closed, panting heavily.

The only sound in the room for a few minutes was our strained breathing.

When she opened her eyes, she seemed to be in some sort of trance. She slowly looked up at me.

“Did I do good?” she asked quietly. Her voice was a low purr, heavy with arousal.

I didn’t say anything.

“I wanted to do good for you…I wanted to make you feel good…”

She crawled towards me on all fours. My cock had begun to soften, and she leaned over to it and kissed it softly on the shaft. She closed her eyes and rested her head on my lap, like a dog would.

“I kept practicing, every night…I wanted to take your whole cock…I wanted to feel you cum in my throat…”

It seemed like submitting to me, being used or hurt by me, put her into this docile little daze. Fucking her mouth the way I did seemed to have a powerful effect on her.

I finally found the strength to reply.

“Stand up.” I said.

She slowly stood. She was relaxed, her eyes heavy lidded, and her lips parted. She stared straight ahead.

“Spread your legs.” I said.

She shifted her weight slightly and moved one leg out. Her pussy was so wet that the lubrication was literally flowing down her legs. Her inner thighs were completely soaked, and the liquid was continuing to slide down, some trails of it reaching almost to the sides of her knees. I reached out and gently ran my finger along her thigh, sliding it around in the slick moisture. She shivered at the slight contact, and let out a small moan.

“Why haven’t you made yourself cum?” I asked.

“Because…you said…I’m not allowed.” she answered, her breath catching.

“Does that matter? It’s your body, isn’t it?” I asked.

She seemed to consider this for a moment.

“But…I’m your slut.” she said simply.

“Yes…you are. And you’ve been a good little slut for me…”

She slowly turned to look me in the eye.

“I have? I wanted so badly to take your whole cock…did I do good?”

“It was good. And now you get your reward.”