[M]y [f]riend reveals how much she loves giving head.

Manicured hands have always caught my attention. I don’t mean gaudy, acrylic monstrosities that look like claws. A simply well-shaped and groomed set of fingernails is damn nigh perfection to me. One of my friends has such exquisite fingernails that I can’t help from getting massively aroused when I catch a glimpse of her hands. I don’t know if she always knew this, but she sure seemed to always go out of her way to show me her nails.

I swear that one day when out for lunch with friends, she was intentionally flaunting her nails and outright teasing me with no other intent than garnering this reaction from me. Well, she succeeded admirably. She is normally flirty and coy with most everyone, though she was going slightly above and beyond on this occasion. She was not only letting her playful grazes linger their touch just a split-second longer than usual, she would subtly brush my skin with those lovely nails every time she finally released her touch. She had me so fired up that I nearly lost my mind. I think she was even getting naughty pleasure out of the effect it had over me. After our meal, we all bid each other adieu. When I made it home, I realised that I was now yearning for that wicked euphoria I had earlier tried to avoid. I wanted nothing other than that same pleasure to overwhelm me again.

But now I was beginning to wonder if she had meant to indulge me with such jubilation, or if I had simply let my thoughts wander into wishful thinking. I was so exasperated with desire at this point that I simply gave up on trying to be rational and logical. I just said fuck it and sent her a text asking if she would send me a photo of her nails. Her response let me know that she had done everything with lusty ambition. She playfully asked why I wanted this picture. Knowing this was my do or die moment, I told her that seeing her fingernails fills me with greedy desire and makes me unbelievably hard. She sent me two glorious photos accompanied with what is easily the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me, “Good. I love making you hard. It turns me on.” I didn’t even need the pics anymore. Reading that alone was enough to make me erect. I was able to refrain previously, but now it was eminent that I was going to pleasure myself.

As I stroked my stiff member, lewd and vulgar thoughts overflowed my one-track mind, causing my nuts to tighten up and begin tingling. In a hail-mary play, I managed to get my clutches on my phone before I exploded. I wanted to make sure she knew exactly what her pictures did to me. After seeing me erupt in a fit of rapture, she said, “I need you to do that in my mouth.” I nearly came again.

For some obnoxious reason, we didn’t immediately act upon our need to ravish each other. For a few days we would tease each other with texts and the occasional picture. I had to travel for a few days and my desire to get naked with her increased every time she found yet another way to tease me. It was during this holiday that I made it my objective to experience everything about her when I came back.

We went to lunch again. This time none of our friends joined us, it was just she and I. Although it left the bench on the other side of the table empty, she sat right next me, and got very cozy right away. She left no space between us was constantly brushing herself against me. Each time she would tease me with her body, I wanted to rip her clothes off and let our naked bodies finally touch skin to skin. She would drag her nails along my arm and every time she felt me tense up and quiver in anticipation she would slowly lean in as if she had a secret to reveal. Instead of whispering something naughty, she would play with my ear. Most of the time she dragged her wet lips along my ear before teasing it with her tongue. She knew that she was increasing the fury of passion inside me every time she did this. When I could no longer hide the growing bulge in my trousers, she leaned in one final time.

Pressing her bust into my chest, I could feel her nipples poking into her bra, trying vainly to be freed, as she finally whispered, “It excites me knowing how aroused you are. But now I want you to find out how much you turn me on.” She licked my ear again, but this time she quickly blew in it as she pulled away. My leg twitched and my kneecap smacked the table before I stood up, left what was hopefully enough money on the table, and grunted in her ear, “We’re leaving. Now.” With no care of hiding my erection, I took her by the arm, and dragged her out.

When we arrived at her apartment, my erection was still at full mast. She knew it, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She pushed me down on her bed and got on top of me. I felt the heat of a thousand suns radiating from between her legs. She unbuttoned my shirt and once my chest was bare, she she slowly dragged her nails up and down my torso. I needed to taste her mouth and pulled her down to me. I had trapped her hand between us and while our lips finally met for the first time she began playing with my chest again. My cock started throbbing in response to this. Feeling the pulsation between her legs made her so red hot and bothered that she quickly slid off of me in hopes of finally getting my cock into her grasp. The tension it was applying to my trousers made a difficult effort for her. Seeing her getting so frustrated aroused me even more and I needed to put my greedy mouth somewhere on her body. I sat up and buried my mouth in her soft neck.

I felt her body go limp for just a second. As I pressed my bare chest into her she tensed up. I pulled away just enough to be able to pull her shirt over her head. I teased her tender ear with my mouth as I slowly removed her bra. Now with both of us topless I pushed her back down on the bed and pinned her down. My mouth once again met hers, but this time she was defenseless as I had each of her hands in mine. As our lips and tongues tangled, I moved her hands above her head and kept them there, letting her know that she wasn’t to move.

Keeping my hands on both of hers, I got up from the bed. Placing my mouth upon her breast caused her to quickly inhale. I slowly dragged one of my hands down from her wrist and brought it to cup her breast. All I did was drag my tongue along her stiff nipple and she gasped as if she had seen a ghost. Keeping her hands uselessly pinned above her head I began to use the rest of my mouth to play with her nipple. Biting down on her would get such a lovely groan of pleasure mixed with pain. But it was simply circling her nipple with my tongue that made her start to squeal. The more she squealed, the more I would do it. I took my hand cupping her breast and began teasing her other nipple as I still had the first under my tongue. Her squeals turned to what sounded like cries of the ultimate pleasure. Were my ears deceiving me? Or had she actually started to come purely from toying with her nipples?

After her cries of pleasure stopped, she quickly begged me to follow suit, “Please. I need you to stop. I just came and everything is too sensitive right now. Please.” I took my mouth from her nipple and brought it above her face. Still pinning her arms down, I looked at her eyes and saw such a content expression on her face. I devoured her lips. Letting go of her pinned hands, we continued to kiss. We no longer wanted to torture each other, we just wanted to enjoy everything, and we both managed to remove the rest of each other’s clothing whilst we made out. I finally got up the nerve to ask, “Did you actually come before? Or were you just pretending?”

“Pretending? I would never fake an orgasm.” I began to kiss her again and said, “Oh, okay. Good.” She slowly pushed me away and I instantly knew that I messed up by asking her that question as we both lay naked cradling each other. “Yeah, it was good…” was the only thing she said. Then she rolled me onto my back.

Her mouth slid down my shaft. I was the one now gasping as if I had seen a ghost. She pulled back, leaving my head between her lips, and began playing with her tongue. All I could do was let her have her way with me. I was in no condition to try otherwise. She plunged her head back down and I again gasped. She started to play with my chest as she continued sliding me in and out of her mouth. I started throbbing again. This however was the first time she felt it inside her. I don’t know what she did differently, but the way she was taking me in her mouth now made my tummy feel special. I told her that I was about come.

She slowed down her speed. I could feel my load begin its journey as my scrotum once again tightened up. As the first blast erupted, she had her lips as far down as they could go. I coated her mouth. She kept in the same spot as I continued, letting me fill her throat as each explosion delivered more and more. I thought I had no more, but I was wrong. By the time I had finally finished, I had shot eight or nine times into her mouth.

“My goodness. I didn’t know if I would ever stop coming,” I explained to her. “I really wish you hadn’t,” she continued, “I told you from the beginning that I wanted you to finish in my mouth.”

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