He says my tongue is one of my fortes!
It was very late – of course it was!
He wasn’t feeling too well – and I felt tired. He knew I’d wanted it very badly the night before and hadn’t got any – but I didn’t want to put any pressure on him…
I thought my best ploy would be to play coy and ‘pretend’ kind of that I was going to sleep.
“Are you going to sleep?’ he said, ramming his fist into my pussy and then grabbing my ass until it hurt some…
“Mmm – maybe,” I manage to say – in between gasps.
“Condom! Where is it?!” I dive for my little box next to the bed. Realising too late that I don’t look demure anymore – just rather desperate…
Anyway, we’re fucking and he just feels absolutely so hard – a little too big – achy – but this turns me on of course…
“Whore,” I say. “I’ve always loved that word ever since I was little.” This is true – but I’m being a bit contrived and not asking him outright to use the ‘term’, but hoping that he knows what I want without me having to spell it out… I can be a little shy you see – even when fucking!
It feels like I’m close to cumming, without much effort – but it has been a couple of days I guess. My mind keeps flitting to the time before when he opened my pussy lips as if he were checking them before inserting his cock. In my mind he’s doing it again and I cum hard. No 2 cums very shortly after.
I tell him he needs to save his energy and ask him to pretty please withdraw. I get his wank cloth from under the pillow and begin to suck his nipple and play with his balls, whilst he works on his lovely cock.
He pushes my head gently down to his balls.
“Lick!” I’m very obedient.
He pushes me further down. I continue licking and then I’m pushed to his ass.
‘Are you licking my dirty sweat?”
“Yes, I am.”
“You know I haven’t washed for a couple of days…?”
“Yes I do,” I stifle a giggle. Luckily I don’t mind his taste at all and his smell turns me on…
“Your a dirty ass licking whore! What are you?”
“I’m a dirty a..”
“Sorry! I’m YOUR dirty ass licking whore!”
“That’s better. Good Girl!”
“Thank you Sir!” I stop for a moment to get a piece of hair out of my mouth.
“Come on! You’re not doing very well are you! Make me cum!” My tongue is getting tired, but I’m circling around his ass hole, sticking it in and out for all I’m worth. Scratching his balls and then rubbing his nipples.
“In! As far as you can!” I’m sticking my tongue up quite far – in little pumping movements and I’m so into it – that I don’t even realise that he’s cum. He’s stopped moving and he’s laughing now – which he is apt to do on or after orgasm
“Such enthusiasm! Thank you!” I crawl back up to his chest and he looks at me with almost wonder in his eyes.
I smile broadly back feeling completely ravished (even though it’s maybe me that has been doing the ravishing!) Sweat and spit smeared all over my hair and face.
I smell of sex.
I am indeed his whore…