My little cumslut [MM] [Cock worship] [D/s]

There is boy I started seeing, about a decade younger than me, looking deliciously innocent and fooling almost everyone. Because he is anything but innocent. Quite the opposite, actually. Filthy even…

I’ve just come home from a business trip to Italy, freshly showered I drop down on the couch and turn on CNN when the doorbell rings. Twice in a quick, familiar fashion. It’s you. We’ve been messaging all week, sexting, mainly, so it hardly surprises me that you’ve decided to come over. I head to the door in a white shirt and black sweatpants, leaning against the door frame as I hear you climb up the stairs.

And then there you are. The dim light in the hallway gives your hair a brownish look, the stubble on your jaw looks fresh and you’re wearing your usual, casual clothes. I smile somewhat sleepily, leaning both of my forearms against either side of the door frame.

“Look at what the wind blew in,” I say as you step closer, your dark jacket open and the sound of your shoes soft on the carpeted hallway.

“I couldn’t reach you,” you reply sheepishly, your brown eyes fixed on me. I hum and tilt my head to the side, waiting for whatever else you wanna say. “And I’m hungry,” you add.

“Is that right?” I whisper, a smirk plastered to my lips. Oh, I know what you’re hungry for. “Then you might be in luck ’cause I’ve not gotten off in days.” Something flashes in your eyes; so hungry for my cum. I cup the back of your neck and pull you inside. The door drops closed and I crowd you against it. I love our difference in size, in build. While you’re rather slim and toned and on the smaller side, I’m tall, towering over you. Head angled back, your hands reach out for my stomach, and you place them flat against me.

“My eager cumslut,” I whisper softly, nothing but affection in my tone. “Couldn’t wait until later, hm? I would have texted you,” I go on, my finger hooking under your chin. I tip it up and then place a kiss on your forehead. Your fingers twist in my shirt; I can feel you tug me closer, but before you can do anything else, I step away and walk toward the couch. Bare feet on the hardwood floors, the noise of the TV still filling up the room. I hear you kick off your shoes and hang up your jacket by the door before you follow me swiftly, hurriedly.

Resting back against the large couch, I use my feet to push back the coffee table, stretching out. There is a finance magazine on the couch next to me; I pick it up as you take your spot between my legs. When I glance at you, pretending only to be mildly interested, you take off your glasses and place them on the coffee table behind you. *Good boy.*

I open my legs a little as you shift closer, hands on my hips. One more glance up and you tug down my sweatpants; I haven’t bothered to put on underwear before, so you’re immediately greeted with my cock, uncut and not hard yet. You gotta work for it. I turn my attention to the magazine, folded so I can easily read one page, while my other hand rests behind my head. You push up my shirt and get to work, soft lips closing around my right nipple. My lips part for just a moment as the sensation shoots right to my groin. Your stubble grazes my skin as you suck and nip, knowing that it will get me hard in no time. One hand on my other, hardening nub, flicking….the other cupping my balls, squeezing lightly.

Even though my vision blurs, I keep reading. Stocks, ETFs, good investments. But fucking hell, you’re really going to town. I can feel my cock thicken and grow in size without even being touched. I draw in a slow breath when I feel my cock slowly twitches to fullness, spreading from the base to the head. Your tongue twirls around while your lips are firmly planted on my nipple, lapping, licking, moaning. My hand holding the magazine trembles momentarily and then you switch to the other side of my chest. You glance down for a second, probably to check if what you’re doing is working. And fuck, it does.

My thick shaft grazes my thigh, foreskin still encasing the tip. I can feel a droplet of precum trickle out and nearly moan. But no, you need to earn my attention.

Instead of continuing with my other nipple, you seem to decide to change your course of action. You lower yourself, hands brushing along the insides of my thighs, slightly pushing them apart. I want to touch myself, want to feed you my cock, but this right here is about you taking what you want even if I am not paying attention. I flick my gaze over to the TV and drop the magazine, shifting a little on the couch. My cock moves as I lean over you to get the remote on the coffee table and suddenly something wet and hot closes around my cockhead. “Fuck,” I mouth, silently, placing my hand on the back of your head as I rest back to change channels.

*Look at you, so perfect…* And fucking eager. You’re not shy when it comes to sucking cock, especially not since I’ve taught you how to please me from the beginning. Head bobbing, fingers teasing my chest, saliva dripping down the shaft. My eyes flutter shut and even if I want to move, want to thrust down your deliciously hot throat, I don’t. You work your way down, fighting your gag reflex along the way, and when I look down at you there are rivulets of tears on your cheeks. You’re trying so hard and it makes for such a beautiful symphony. The way you slurp and suck and…whimper.

My fingers tighten in your short hair as you make that sound, sending me so much closer to the edge. My vision narrows until I cannot help but watch you. As though you can feel my eyes on you, you start to go faster, one hand following your lips on my shaft, up and down, twisting, squeezing, the other tugging on my balls. Hard, just the way I like it. There is only one more thing you can do so I bust my nut within the next moments, and *shit*, you do it. My body buzzes and my dick throbs as you wiggle one finger down my taint to my ass.

I won’t be able to last much longer. My vision is spotty at best and the tension in the pit of my stomach is coiling tighter-tighter-tighter. Then your fingertip starts teasing my hole and that tingly heat in my thighs and lower stomach fucking explodes, making me breathless. I’m right there, on edge, balls drawn up tight, breath held. My muscles tense all over, but I manage to grip your hair with both of my hands. Your glossy, teary eyes flick up even as you suck and jerk my rigid shaft.

“Fuuckk,” I growl, jaw clenched, voice much deeper than usual. Hot all over, balls tight. Right fucking there. “You ready for it, baby?” I manage right before I tip over into blissful release. I yank you off my cock, your lips swollen and slick. A whimpered complaint; you wanted it all in your mouth. *I know, baby, I know*. But I wanted to see you lick it off. The load of cum I promised you shoots up my shaft, erupting in white, thick, creamy spurts…*splat-splat-splat…*I curl forward, my whole body on fire, trembling, twitching. I swear out loudly when you snatch up my dick again, squeezing up from the base to the tip.

I gasp and moan, stars flickering in my vision. For a moment, I can barely see. My pulse pounds in my ears as aftershocks ripple through me. It’s been a big load; I can feel it on my searing skin, dripping down my chest and stomach. But then there is another sensation too. You. Licking it all up like a fucking hungry puppy.

I chuckle lowly, “Good boy. Such a good boy.” When I open my eyes, you’re licking your lips, but they are still covered in cum. You look impossibly horny, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated. *My little cumslut*.

Sated and content, still riding high on the last flickers of my orgasm, I smile and brush my thumb over the corner of your lips because you missed a bit of cum. This moment is my favorite. You look so utterly submissive with my seed smeared all over your lips. There is only one thing better than this…I drop my hand to grab your throat and drag you up toward me. Your hands push against my chest, trying to steady yourself at the sudden movement.

I want to taste myself on you. The ultimate claim.

Brushing my lips across your slick ones, I hum. Your dark eyes stare into mine and your breath is shallow and slow. I lick your lips and your eyes fall shut, your body tensing on top of me. You haven’t swallowed it all; I am sure of it. My hand on your throat tightens and I sit up so you have to angle your head back, hands skidding to either side of my thighs. I force your lips open with my tongue and taste my cum. *My God, you dirty little thing.*

Finally, as I drag you up onto the couch, pinned down, loomed over, I kiss you hard again. Cum, saliva…such a dirty fucking kiss. But I love it. It makes my spent cock stir with the promise of a second load. But for now, I kick off my sweatpants and pull off my shirt, naked over your fully clothed form.

I want to ruin you, want to fuck and breed you. Make you mine, claim my territory.

And perhaps someday I will.

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**Note:**

I hope you enjoyed this one. I wrote this for a rp partner of mine and I might post more. Follow me if you want to read more like this.

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