Christine’s fingers tangled in my hair and guided my head, though I needed no help or encouragement as I ate her pussy.
She begged me to let her cum. Calling herself a “cunt” and a “whore” and a “slut” – she was wonderfully the most warped virgin a man could have hoped for, or certainly that I could have hoped for.
She sat before me naked on the kitchen table, I leaned in and licked her pussy. And my cock throbbed below the table as I did.
Feeling her inner pussy squeeze my tongue as it probed her depths, knowing I was the first man to ever bring her to orgasm, it was driving me toward the edge.
I wanted to take her virginity right then and there.
I could easily imagine how good, warm and wet her pussy would hug my cock if I decided to just stand up and slip it in.
I had to fight not to do that, but I did want release, and decided it was my turn to take it.
*
I was sure she’d cum multiple times, when I finally decided to relent.
I just held my face against her pussy. I breathed her in. I relished what she’d given up to me and I heard her pant and catch her breath above me.
Her hands sat softly on my head.
Finally I leaned back in my chair.
She took her hands back and sat them behind her on the table, she leaned back too and stared down at me. Her face a bit of a mess. I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears or a mix that covered her cheeks but whatever it was it made for a beautiful afterglow.
Her mouth just hung open slightly as if she no longer even had the energy to smile.
But she did have the energy to stare at my cock.
I made a show of grabbing the base and lifting the shaft up from my body so it stood at attention between us, showing my full length and thickness to her.
*
I brought my other hand over and started gently stroking the tip as I considered what to do.
I suddenly remembered where I’d left off before I dove head first into giving her the first oral of her life.
“So you said this wasn’t the first cock you’d ever seen…”
Without taking her eyes off it she said, “No sir, but it’s the nicest I’ve seen…”
She meant to stroke my ego with such a remark, but I didn’t really want or need that. What I needed was control.
I stopped stroking myself and just left my hands sitting there.
After a long pause, strictly to build the drama, I set her straight, “Make another remark like that Christine and I’ll bend you over my knee and spank that far ass of yours… and if you like that too much, I’ll leave… is that what you want Christine?”
*
She was speechless, I knew she longed for a spanking, it was almost the first sex-bucket-list item she ever mentioned, and I was almost certain I could make her cum from the experience at some level. So my words were probably laced with both fear and fantasy.
“Now let me ask you again, this is not the first cock you’ve seen, is that correct?”
She said, “Yes sir.”
I said, “Yes sir, what?”
She replied, “Yes sir, I have seen another cock before.”
And as we went back and forth, I started letting my hand run back and forth over the tip of my cock again.
I made a motion with my head toward her vagina and said, “You can rub yourself some more while you watch, I did interrupt you earlier…”
She smiled and brought one hand up between her legs. This time she slowly and gently pushed a couple of fingers between her folds and started rubbing her clit. Slowly and seemingly gently this time and it made me wonder if she was raw from the attention my mouth had given her, or just sensitive from the aftermath of her orgasms.
She worked herself in time with how I worked myself.
I continued my earlier questioning, “So whose dick was it you saw first Christine? What was his name? How did it happen? Did you touch it like the horny little cunt you are? Did you suck on it like a whore? Did you eat his cum like a hungry little bitch? Well tell me Christine?”
And what was wonderful was watching her react as I asked her all the questions. Every bad name I used or dirty act I eluded to made her rub herself that much harder and firmer and faster for a second or two. I could see the effect my words were having on her in the most literal of ways.
She replied, “no I never sucked one, I never touched one sir.”
And her hand was speeding up at her own words too. It was wonderful to witness, and it drove me to jerk myself a bit harder too.
I saw in her eyes that she noticed it, and I was glad she did.
“So who was it then Christine? What was his name?”
She blushed, “I don’t know sir…”
I did not bail her out, I wanted my explanation, my silence demanded it.
She provided it, “He was a stripper. I went with my roommates last term.”
I started jerking myself a bit harder, “And did it make you wet watching him Christine?”
She said, “Yes sir.”
“And what did you imagine while you watched Christine?”
*
She went on at length.
She told me how she imagined the guy fucking her right there, on the table where her and her friends sat.
That the stripper just stepped down off the stage, walked over, pulled her by the hair and bent her over the table.
That he fucked her right there, hard from behind, while her friends all watched.
And as she told me she switched to fingering herself proper. As her story talked about the guy pushing his cock inside her, her fingers pushed their way inside.
I watched her lose herself in the fantasy.
And I got off watching her. And my cock was ready to burst in my hand. I’d stroked harder myself, absentmindedly, basically just following her lead.
I capped it off, “And in your little fantasy, did he cum for you Christine?”
And suddenly she snapped back to the present. Her eyes flung open almost as if she’d forgotten me.
“Did he cum for you Christine?”
Her eyes were fixed on my cock. She didn’t answer.
I wasn’t going to last so I said, “Well, I am going to cum for you Christine!”
She let out a genuine, “Oh God, sir, yes please, I’d love that.”
“Only question is, where do you want my cum?”
She begged, as I knew she would, “Oh please let me taste it…”
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