As the wind was still… [m/f]

He knew. He could smell it on me. I was so horny, so willing, barely containing my excitement as we walked along the grass, holding hands. His thumb running across my knuckles. I would have fallen to my knees right there if he would have allowed me to. But he kept tantalizing me. Letting me get close, to kiss his neck and then pushing me away.

I could feel my face on fire. All I could think about were his fingers and his cock. And his thumb, circling on my hand, driving me crazy. I would have begged him to put his hands between my legs, but I am not allowed to ask for things. It is forbidden. I must learn patience and how not to go out of my mind while waiting for him to decide what my next torment shall be.

He pulls me to a secluded area. I can hear the trees rustling in the passing wind. I can hear some crickets and birds. But I see only him. My hungry eyes will not stop taking in his body. In the shade of the afternoon he tells me. "You will get down on your knees and be prepared to swallow every last drop." "Yes, Sir."

I kneel in the grass, my knees scraping on the ground from time to time, as I push my head back and forth. My hungry tongue is tasting all of him, running across his length, licking everything. He moans and throws his head back. "Are you sure you want to make me cum so fast?"

I don't know what to say. I don't know what to answer… I want to suck his cock forever. To taste it and smell it and serve him. I don't want that to stop. But I also want to see him in ecstasy, his legs tensing as he cums deep inside my throat. I want to offer him that kind of consuming pleasure that will make it impossible for him to move… I don't know. So I smile as he grabs my hands and holds my wrists on his legs. With only my mouth available, I decide to show him I can be a good slut even with limited resources.

So I move my tongue in circles, let his cock slide deep in my throat as I choke on my own drool and I feel him close… so close… He releases my right hand: "You will use this hand to touch yourself". I do as I am commanded and I can feel how wet I am. And as the wind stops blowing through the leaves for a moment, the only sound is the sloppy, hungry sucking of my mouth and my wet pussy being touched quicker and quicker. He hears it too, I know it, and his cock starts pulsing. He squeezes my wrist painfully as he fills my mouth with his cum. The taste of it pushes me over the edge and I cum with his cock deep in my throat.

A warm breeze gently caresses my wet pussy, as he strokes my hair and I lick the last drop.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3woveg/as_the_wind_was_still_mf