This is an excerpt from one of my erotic short stories.
Please, I've shared because I trust you. Don't disappoint me.
Part 1 – "My Mouth"
Moving onto my knees, my hands subconsciously move behind my back. I see the glimmer of his pre-cum that I palmed over his head as he slowly moves toward my moist lips. I’m throbbing and leaking in anticipation. In perfect synchrony, my hot, wet mouth opens in time to accept his huge cock. I roll my tongue around the head the pre-cum is my first taste of what’s to follow. My lips clamp around his rock-hard shaft and begin sucking. I’m moving my head forward and back taking more and more of him into my hot, wet mouth, but his alpha cock knows what it wants and it’s not this.
I feel his strong hands on the back of my head to ensure I swallow every inch of him. He pulls my head closer and closer as he slowly works his dripping head into my throat. Then, without a thought I casually take a deep breath, my last breath as he pulls my face against his body. His hands feel my head trying to pull back in desperation for a breath, but he won’t allow it. My gag reflex starts uncontrollable coughing that is muted by his cock in my throat. My stomach spasms and my eyes begin tearing an eventual waterfall. Thick warm sputum boils up from my stomach filling my mouth. He feels the hot spit encapsulating his cock, exactly what it wants. His balls feel the juice leaking from my mouth, and I feel it dripping onto my bra, thighs and swollen cock. He loosens his grip on my head and I instantly back off and gasp for air. He doesn’t notice because he is focused on the messy, thick sputum dripping off his huge cock and the long thick ribbon of spit that bridges the gap between his cock and my mouth keeping a symbiotic connection. Seconds later he forces my face back against his body and the erotic cycle of gagging, tears, spasms, sputum, and the important visual he sees when he pulls out. Each time, my body and lingerie are drenched with thick sputum, and it becomes more difficult to catch my breath. I become more and more oxygen depraved which becomes strangely erotic and my leaking cock feels on the constant verge or orgasm.
After what seem to be an hour, he pulls out and starts stroking his soaked cock. My wide-open mouth and my long tongue are waiting to receive his gift. After all, I earned it by allowing him to abuse my mouth and throat. In a completely selfish act, I beg him to allow me to suck him dry. I don’t want to risk letting a single drop of his cum get away. He doesn’t say anything and continues to stroke his cock at a feverish pace. Suddenly, he slows down. I can see his huge cum filled balls pull up and get tighter. He thrusts his cock into my soaked waiting mouth. I close my lips, begin sucking and moving my head forward and back. I immediately feel his hard cock swell, and the first small ribbon of cum enters my mouth. I keep my lips sealed tightly on his shaft as his throbbing becomes more intense. I hear him moaning as each throb releases huge ribbons of his hot cum into my mouth. I realize that the size of his cock and the volume of his cum won’t fit in my mouth! I press my tongue on the underside of his cock and I swallow what I can. The slop on my face, the wonderful taste in my mouth, the feeling of swallowing his cum puts me into a euphoric place and my entire body feels like it’s having an orgasm! I continue to suck as hard as I can. His hands are holding my head tight in his grip as the last huge load of cum is moaned into my mouth and down my throat. As he pulls out, I don’t miss a single drop licking my lips and chin with my long, wet tongue. I look up at him and uncontrollably say “please”! I stick out my tongue and he grabs his cock at the base tightly pushing out the last drops of cum onto my tongue and backs off. I savior the last taste of his sweetness and then turn my head to begin licking the mix of spit and cum from this balls and cock.
When I finish the cleanup, he knows me well enough to know what to do next. He turns around, bends slightly, and uses his hands to spread his sweaty butt cheeks open revealing his manhole. I lean forward and use my exhausted tongue to lick the sweat and stink from his ass as I press my cock against my abdomen with my fingers and start feverishly rubbing the underside with my fingers like a woman desperate for an orgasm rubs her clit. I’m so hot and horny, all I can think of is my own orgasm. My brain which switches from the erotic details of his blowjob to the erotic desperation of my licking and tongue fucking his asshole. Those thoughts are my “mental visual” driving me to a much-needed orgasm from my swollen, leaking cock. I feel my balls tightening, more pre-cum is leaking, my cock swells ready to explode. I moan and I’m a few seconds from release and cup my other hand to catch my cum. When he see this, he reaches around, grabs my hair with one hand and pulls my face tighter into his ass. His hole is well lubricated with my spit. I thrust my tongue, and it is completely engulphed inside of him. I keep it there and as the familiar taste floods my tongue, my cock explodes in ecstasy. I continue rubbing the underside with my fingers as ribbons of cum flow into my hand. As my orgasm subsides, I can feel both my hands and my thighs wet with cum and pre-cum. My obsession with cum is so intense, I’m not the least bit embarrassed as he watches me lick up every drop of my own cum and whatever other fluids were there. I drop to the floor and lay down covered in sweat and breathing heavily as I wait for the rest of my body to catch up, calm down, and cool off. He lays down next to me keeping his distance so that we can both cool off. I’m a happy girl and I feel absolutely wonderful!
Then, my brain starts to move on thinking about what’s next. I love foreplay and hot passionate kissing, but I know he’s not really into that. Almost as if he was reading my mind, he whispered in my ear, “roll over” and helps by gently pushing me onto my stomach and in the same motion, he smoothly rolled on top of me. That was the first time I realize how much bigger than me he is. I felt like a helpless ragdoll pinned underneath him. (to be continued…).