You are sitting on the couch, the latest book you’ve been pitched sitting in your hands as you read. The sunlight through the window dapples your long, smooth legs which are curled beside you on the couch as you read. It has been a few hours now, and the book is fine. It will not win any awards, but if you waited for the next Rowling or King, you’d never get anything published. That said, you could definitely use a break.
You call my name, and my voice carries from the kitchen, “Yes?”
“I need your help,” you say, and because of your tone and the words, I know what kind of help you need. I quickly toss a towel over the masa dough in the bowl and wash my hands. Then I hurry into the room.
“Come here,” you say, curling a finger at me and then putting it at the floor beside you. I blink and raise an eyebrow, my cheeks burning and kneel in the spot.
“Good boy,” you say and my cheeks burn hotter and my cock strains against the denim of my jeans.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“I am bored,” you say. “Would you like to help?”
“Oh yes, please,” I say instantly.
“Such a good,” boy you say, smiling before we both share an awkward little laugh because we’re new to this but it’s so hot. We laugh a little longer then compose ourselves. You look down at me smiling.
“How can I help,” I ask, head tilted down a bit but eyes on yours. My voice is eager.
Instead of answering you uncurl your legs and hook your thumbs in your shorts, pulling them down your legs and over your socks. Your cunt is already visible wet, and I let out an involuntary moan when I see it. Then I bite my lip and look away, not wanting to be over-eager.
Then I feel your hand gently on my cheek. “Look at it,” you say in a husky voice, turning my head to look at your cunt. I tighten my core and make fists to keep myself from making a noise.
“Do you like it?” You ask pleasantly.
My eyes are huge and pleading as I manage a hoarse, “Yes, very much.”
“Do you want to lick it?”
“Oh please, yes, ma’am. More than anything.”
“I know, baby,” you say, running your fingers through my hair. Then I feel something change as your hand tenses on the back of my head. There’s a moments pause, for me to say something – do something – to stop you, but when I just continue looking into your eyes it is consent for…
For you to pull my head towards you pressing my warm, eager mouth against your cunt. “Do it,” you say, and your voice has your own need in it now, your own lust. It drives me insane and I can’t help letting a happy moan out as I hungrily press my mouth into you.
I want to devour you, to make you cum immediately because it is the little power I have. But I know that isn’t what you want. Isn’t what you deserve. And so I worship you, moving my tongue slowly but firmly up the lips of your cunt. I savor their softness on my tongue, the slight difference in taste between the outside and the inside. I suck and slurp, desperate to taste more of you. My mouth is busy and all I can do is breathe through my nose and drink in how fantastic you smell. I try to keep my eyes open, looking up at you like I’m supposed to, but when you curl your fingers in my hair, pulling it until my scalp tingles and burns, I can’t help my eyes rolling back. I am in heaven.
“Good boy,” you growl, pressing me into you as I begin to suck on your clit, continuing my long licks up the length of your pussy as I do. At your words I let out a little whimper, my cock throbbing in my pants, your praise making me so hard. You push me down, forcing my tongue to swirl inside of you. I push myself in as far as I can go.
“Use your fingers,” you say, pulling my mouth up to your clit again. Immediately I slide two fingers into your dripping cunt. I moan again, feeling how hot and wet you air, at the way your cunt grips my fingers as soon as they enter. I curl my fingers up, brushing the upper walls of your pussy. I curl them and stroke inside of you as my tongue presses against your clit and I hum my need into you.
“Oh, oh fuck,” you moan, shuddering. Then you cum and it is hard because this is thrilling and new and because you have a hot guy sucking on your cunt like he’ll die if he doesn’t. I moan out, not bothering to hold it in, still sucking and fingering, looking up at you and waiting for the twitching and gasping that tells me you are too sensitive and I should stop.
“That looked like fun,” a man’s voice says behind me. You look up and smile.
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You came in to find me kneeling between your wife’s legs. You were quiet and we were caught up in the act, my face pressed to her cunt as I pumped my fingers into her and she came all over my face. When you spoke, I froze in place. She smiled at you and curled a finger your way.
“It was very fun,” she says, her face flush. “Want a turn.”
I swallow hard. I hear your footsteps as you move closer. “Yeah,” you say.
I sit up slowly and then turn towards you. In that time you have crossed the room and I am kneeling at your feet as you stand over me. “Did you eat my wife’s cunt good?” you ask me.
As nervous as I was with her, I am more nervous now. My cheeks are burning and I have the urge to stop this but my cock is aching and as I look at your grown and the long, thick bulge pressing against the fabric my mouth waters. “I tried, sir,” I whisper in response.
“You did a very good job,” she tells me. Her legs are still spread wide and her face is flushed.
“Good boy,” you say and my eyes bulge and my cheeks burn as I look down.
“Th-thank you,” I stammer out.
“Would you like a reward?” you ask, and I hear a zipper.
I look up and you have your cock out, just inches away from my face.
“Jesus,” I breathe.
“Do you like it?” you ask.
I nod, licking my lips.
“Sucking it would be a nice reward, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.” I say. “Please sir.”
You smile down and let the weight of your cock fall onto my face. I blink with a start and everyone snickers at how mesmerized I was. I lift your cock with my hand and swallow my last titters of laughter before looking up at you, stroking you softly. Your cock is much like mine, well above average and thick. I close my eyes and lick the head.
It tastes like I imagined, like skin and sweat and the slick salty-sweetness of your precum. I lick again, using more of my tongue. Then I look up at you as I lick from the base of your shaft up to the tip. I let out a little moan.
“Oh damn,” she says. We both glance over to see her touching herself. “Do NOT stop,” she tells me. Hell, she may be telling us both.
But she doesn’t have to, cause I don’t want to stop. I’ve been wanting to suck a cock for 20 years. I’ve been wanting to suck your cock for months. I keep licking up the sides, getting it nice and wet as I look up at you.
“Tell him you like licking his cock,” she tells me.
I look up at you and stop licking only long enough to say “I like… licking your cock… sir.” My cheeks burn again but hey, I wanted this so we’re doing it.
“But you want to do more than lick, don’t you… slut,” she asks. A thrill goes through me and I shiver. Christ, she called me a slut and I LIKED it.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, drawing out the ‘a’ sound as I lick up the underside of your shaft. Then I move to wet kisses with tongue, slurping on the ridge on the underside of your cock, from the base to suck and lick a bit under the head, before slurping back down again.
“Suck his cock,” she says.
“Jesus,” I breathe, but nod. I bite my lip as I hold your cock in front of me. I look up to you.
“Hey, you’re doing great,” you say and I almost laugh again because that sounds like I’m riding a bike for the first time, not sucking a cock. But the humor helps me get past the trepidation. I smile, then open my mouth and slide the head in.
I bob my head fractionally, getting used to the feeling of you in my mouth. I have to stretch because you’re fucking huge. I dismiss a wave of pity for my ex-lovers and focus on the texture of your cock on my tongue. I rub it along the underside, and push it deeper.
I’m only a third of the way down when I gag for the first time. I come up coughing and teary eyed, drool dangling in a bridge between my mouth and your cock.
“You okay?” you ask.
I nodded, gulping air even as I start to stroke your cock with my hand. I had been neglecting to do that. Now your cock is slick and I can feel your cock get a little harder at the easy friction. I’m still a little scared from gagging so I lean in to lick your balls. I wasn’t worried how your cock would taste but these I was pretty nervous about. But they aren’t bad and soon I’m sucking softly and flicking my tongue over them lightly.
“Fuck,” you say, your hands making fists at your side. “And you were worried you wouldn’t be any good.”
I let out a surprised chuckle and back away from your balls, pointing your cock back at my face as I stroke. I look up at you again as I slide you back into my mouth, and moan.
“Good slut,” she says, still on the couch playing with her cunt. Her words make me moan even more and my hand is halfway to my aching cock before I remember I’m not supposed to touch myself yet. I move my hand up to instead rub your balls as I bob my head more.
I can get halfway down now, though there’s still a watery-eyed, near-gag feeling when I take it that deep. I am stroking in time with the bob of my head, focused on licking on that sensitive spot under the head. I feel your cock twitch and swell.
“I’m getting close,” you whisper, tilting your head back.
A thousand thoughts rush through my head, accompanied by every flavor of excitement and anxiety and anticipation and “Aaaaah.” But I keep bobbing on your cock, keep stroking.
“If you swallow his cum for me,” she says from the couch, “we’ll swallow yours.”
No one asked you about that but my mouth is sliding up and down your cock and you are about to cum. My moan of assent to that need, combined with vibrating my tongue on your shaft, pushes you over the edge.
I make a surprised noise as the first jet hits the back of my throat, harder and faster than I had expected. I almost gag but I pull back so just the head is in my mouth, stroking you as another salty rope of cum shoots into my mouth. I angle my head a bit so they hit my tongue instead of the back of my throat. I start sucking and swallowing as you cum – I don’t want to imagine trying to wash cum out of my beard. So I stroke you and swallow until you pull your throbbing, twitching cock out of my mouth and grasp.
I blink then, a little dazed that I had just done it. I turn to look at her. She is cumming down from her orgasm, which she had paced to time with yours. “Good boy,” she tells me. “Very good boy.” I blush and grin and run my hand through my hair. She beckons me over with her finger and I shuffle over on my knees. She leans in and kisses me, tasting you in my mouth.
“Very good boy,” she says, resting her forehead on mine.
“Permission to speak freely, ma’am?” My voice is much more like my normal voice, deeper and rougher.
She laughs, “Permission granted.”
“That was fucking hot,” I say, moving up to sit beside her. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” you say. “That was great for me. How do you two feel?”
“Good,” she says. “It’s different being in charge… especially THAT in charge.” She caresses my face a little. “But he’s SO good at the begging.”
“Yeah he is,” you say and you are both looking at me and my face feels like it’s on fire.
“Uh, thanks,” I say with an awkward laugh. “I…uh… really like doing it. Never thought that would be me! So.. thank you guys for making me comfortable enough to, you know, try this.”
“You’re very welcome,” you say, sitting on the other side of me from your wife.
“Yes, very welcome,” she says, before leaning across me to kiss you. She puts out her harm to brace herself, only it’s not to brace herself it’s to grab my cock through my pants. I let out a little gasp of surprise. “And we’re thankful. So thankful in fact, that we’re going to suck your cock.”
I am busy looking at her as she says it, eyes wide, that I don’t notice you moving over to pull my pants down…
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