A filthy desire, vocalized.
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I winced.
In one fluid motion, he spun me around and flung me to the ground, so I was kneeling clumsily in front of him. I cried out as his grip tightened, and he worked with practiced skill to undo the front of his jeans. “Maybe you should show me what other dirty things you can do with your mouth.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, breathy. I licked my lips as I worked the waistband over his hips. He stepped out of the pool of denim, his cock hard and ready, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. I closed the distance between us on my hands and knees, trying to remember to arch my back to give him the best view. The hunger in his eyes was clear, and I smiled at him.
I impaled my mouth on his cock, savoring the stretch in my jaw. I licked the shaft up and down, dragging my soft tongue slowly over all the parts I knew he liked. His cock pushed down into my throat, and I felt the sting of tears as I breached my gag reflex.
He murmured huskily, and replaced his hand on the back of my head. He followed my motion until I had him completely swallowed, and then he held my head still with his cock fully down my throat. “That’s in, slut. Take my cock in your dirty little mouth.”
My tears dripped down from the invasion, and my lungs burned for air. Relax, I kept trying to tell myself. Just relax and let him use you. I loved the feeling of him in my throat, past the barrier of my comfort. I loved when he used me. Just relax. Just relax, I repeated to myself.
I got half a second worth of breath as he lifted my head up, but my relief was short-lived.
He began to face fuck me in earnest, all the way out and all the way in, opening my throat to him. Tears flowed freely down my face as he used my face to masturbate himself. I could feel my empty pussy clench, and I moaned; the vibration encouraged him to accelerate his efforts.
I felt him get even harder, and I knew he was close. He pulled me completely off of him, ropes of saliva stretching from my mouth to every part of his cock. “Slut,” he said, breaking the slimy strings and drawing them across my face. My pussy dripped, and I felt like there was a hole in my chest. “Do you like being my dirty little whore?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
I watched him draw back slightly, just before a thick ball of his own spit landed right above my right eyebrow. I quivered as I felt it ooze into the hollow of my eye socket. “Oh, gods… please, Sir…” I begged. “Can I touch, please?” I looked up at him, half my vision swimming in slime.
He laughed, the kind that made my insides crumple. “You’re disgusting. Later, maybe… if you’re good.” He palmed his cock. “Now get back to work.”
I watched him work himself expertly, covering his entire length with each stroke. I began to lick his balls, then gently sucking each one into my mouth.
He groaned. “Oh, good slut. I like that.” He slid himself forward on the bed. “You know what else I might like, whore?”
I looked up at him, my tongue working around his balls gently. “What, Sir?”
He put his hand on the top of my head and pushed me further down.
I froze. He never had asked me to lick him… down there. It was too dirty. Too much. I pushed back against his hand, slowly shaking my head.
“Sir… please, no. Not there,” I pleaded softly. “Let me suck your cock some more. Please.”
“Do you want me to wash your mouth out, or not?” he asked.
My breath caught, as I recognized where this was going. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then show me what a dirty little mouth you have. Get that tongue on my ass.”
A lump welled up in my throat as I let him push me all the way down between his legs. I found his puckered hole, and I gave it a tentative lick.
“Oh, fuck…” I heard him sigh.
Encouraged, I flattened my tongue and licked it over again. I felt so dirty, putting my mouth there. So dirty, and surprisingly… hot. The taste was different than the rest of him, but not awful. Once I felt like he was sufficiently wet, I dipped the tip of my tongue inside.
I was rewarded with another groan from above me.
I worked my way further inside him, alternating with swirling laps around the outside. He was smooth inside, and tasted musky and only a bit bitter. As I continued, I thought about what I was doing, and where my mouth was; emotions churned in my mind.
Arousal, humiliation, devotion, revulsion. More arousal. I picked up my pace.
“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d be such a natural ass licker.” He sounded hoarse. He grabbed my hair again and dragged me so I was again faced with his cock. I had never seen it so hard, it seemed ready to burst. I could trace the veins to its bulging purple head, and I reached with my tongue to lick it.
“No, not yet, my sweet little whore. You’re going to take your punishment, and then I’ll decide whether I’ll let you finish me off.” Lust and cruelty painted his face.
It was hard to breathe, I was so horny and so nervous. I loved when he toyed with me. Especially when he made it hurt. “Yes, Sir,” I said, a little too quickly.
“Are you ready, then?” He looked at me. I nodded. “Then take off those cute little shorts and lie across my lap.”
I swallowed, tasting the last remnants of his asshole on my tongue. When was he going to wash my mouth out? I wanted that, and I was impatient; more than a hint of brattiness must have shown on my face as I wiggled out of my jean shorts and pink panties.
His voice was dark. “Something wrong, darling?” He pulled me closer to him, so I was standing, half-dressed, between his legs. In this position, I was only a few inches taller than him.
“No, Sir.” I studied the floor to the left of us.
“Did you want to do something else?”
“No, Sir. Please give me a spanking.”
He paused, considering. “Well, that’s half the truth. Which –” he cupped my butt bare butt cheeks, “Means that you’ve told me half a lie. And how do I feel about you lying to me?”