There was a knock at the door. She looked up from her drawing, and idly wondered if that was the delivery she had been waiting for.
She got up from the sofa and opened the front door. It was him. A jolt of surprise and excitement ran through her and she could feel her quickening heart beat. He was here? Now? It had been months since they had discussed this, she had started to wonder if he would ever actually follow through.
‘I err, wasn’t expecting you’ she said and then, slightly belatedly as her head caught up to what was about to happen, she added ‘…Sir’
‘Surely that’s part of the fun?’ he said walking into the house. ‘Now be a good girl and show me how pleased you are to see me’
As usual, a small giddy thrill had shot through her at his use of ‘good girl’. Why did that affect her so much? Her initial surprise at him suddenly appearing at her house was fading and being replaced with a sense of mischief. This is not how she had planned to spend her Sunday afternoon, but as he had said, that was part of the fun. She felt slightly flushed and was aware of growing feeling between her legs, a pleasant warmth but also a kind of yearning ache.
‘Time to be a good girl’ she thought.
She smiled at him and walked over until she was just in front of him. She looked into his eyes, said ‘I’m always pleased to see you, Sir’ and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him.
She undid his jeans and pulled them down enough that she could slide is cock out. It was warm and already quite firm. He plays things cool but he’s just as turned on by all this as I am she thought.
She brushed her cheek against his cock, took a moment to breathe and take in his scent, then slowly turned her head and took his cock into her mouth.
‘There’s my good girl’ he said. ‘I knew you’d missed me’. She responded by sucking harder and starting to move her mouth more quickly along the length of his cock.
She always found giving head strangely rewarding. You started with something small, put some effort in, and got something long and hard as your reward. The increasing stream of praise and occasional groans of pleasure coming from above her head weren’t a bad reward either.
He was rock hard now and she was enjoying running her tongue up and down the shaft of his cock between bouts of sucking. He had moved his hands down onto her head, not forcing her movements but complementing the rhythms she was using. She suspected he was close to coming but even as the thought occurred to her he gently but firmly moved her head up off his cock. ‘Your skills are as impressive as ever, but we don’t want things to end too quickly do we?’ he said.
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