Begging for my cock

Begging for my cock


I’d like to get us to a place where your orgasms are a little bit under my control. Where you ask me if you may come, where, perhaps, I instruct you not to, to hold back for a bit,
Not now
But soon
Now – come for me please.
Hard
Imagine kneeling, nude, in a hotel room, waiting for me.
Knowing I’m on my way, but not knowing if I’m 5 seconds or 5 minutes or an hour away.
Your instructions are, simply, wait.
On your knees, nude
Hands behind your back
Mouth open
Looking at the door
Imagining each noise in the hall might be me
Your pussy twitching, aching
And then, you hear my key in the door.
The door starts to open.
And I walk in
I instruct you not to look at me, to look down at the floor
You are a good girl, so you do as I ask
And you look down at the floor
Moments later, you see my shoes in front of you. The bottom of my jeans you hear me unbutton my jeans. And you feel my cock, hard, trailing across your lips.
“Close your eyes,” I say.
And I push my cock deep into your mouth, gripping you by the back of your head and pushing you onto me as hard as I’m pushing my cock into you.
I hold you there for a moment.
Your tongue finds my cock. You swirl your tongue around it.
And I let go of your head. “Go ahead,” I say. “You do the work. I’m going to relax.”
And I sit on the bed, and ask you to crawl over to me.
You are a good girl. You do as you’re told.
Now, you kneel in front of the bed, between my open knees. And, again, take my cock into your mouth.
“Use your hands, too,” I instruct you.
And so with one hand, gently, you hold my balls.
With the other, you help your mouth, stroking my cock with your hand as your tongue licks the tip.
And you are a very, very good girl.
I tell you this, over and over as your mouth is on my cock.
Until, finally, you start to hear, to feel that I’m going to come.
And my hips start to move a little, thrusting a little differently.
And I grab the back of your head again, holding your down forcefully on my cock as I buck, as I fuck your face, harder, harder.
And then, you can feel my cum shoot out of my cock, deep in your mouth, down your throat, so hot. So much
And you swallow hungrily, greedily, as I hold your cock down, down, down on me, until my spasms are done. Until you need to breathe. Until we both need to breath.
And then, slowly, slowly, I ease your head up off of my cock. You look up at my eyes, and smile, with a question mark.
“Good girl,” I say. “Good girl.”

By nutbuster