“Gag you? You’d fucking love that too much!”
As I finish my sentence, I know I’ve pulled the trigger; your eyes flicker into life, and the mood behind them changes. So few words, but such an enthusiastic shift. Your thoughts are now visible in your demeanour.
‘Love it too much?’ I hear your mind qualm.
Your beautiful features and piercing eyes look into me with such intense inquisition, as you verbally probe me... “What would you gag me with?” your delicate lips inquire.
“Your damp, lacy panties... Take them off now... mmmm yes! They’re suitably soaked.”
Telling you to open your mouth, tongue out, I gently push them in. “Now close your mouth around them.”
“Can you taste your excitement on them? Do you like that? Fucking naughty girl!!”
No one has ever treated you like this. You love it. Your dirty fucking smirk as you suck on them. Nursing yourself on your sap.
“So fucking bad.”
Your playful fingers slowly pull them from your mouth, and you raise your elegant arm high to sway them above my face, inviting me to taste with you. Wild and willful, aren't you, sweet one?
I nod a subtle and deliberate nod, authorising you to lower the gusset into my parted mouth.
Looking deeply into your beautiful eyes as I taste your cunt on your panties. My pallet is bathed in you. Our intimacy is fusing. Your taste is divine...
Another delicate nod and you know my tasting time is over.
‘Remove them. Now.’ My stare instructs you.
You know the significance of my gesture. We’ve discussed such intricacies. Our online chats, witty and intimate, soon progressed into deeper and darker topics, one being your underlying need to be controlled. In such an extraordinarily brief time, a complete and utter understanding of each other has led us to this fascinating moment of truth. An understanding of the most caring and tender kind. The foundation of trust on which to explore your innermost deviancies, and to take me out of my comfort zone to fulfil your desires.
I cup your chin firmly in my command, holding your face just inches from mine, my fingers trace your pretty lips. You watch my every move. Your eyes taking in every movement; observing me with unbroken vigilance.
Smelling the erotic stench on your lips. Our mouths connect. Kissing, licking, sucking, and biting you like the dirty bitch you are. Launching my pulsating tongue into your compliant mouth, sweeping and overpowering your senses. A dominant warning of your oncoming assault.
You want to please me, to feel me, to taste me, obediently lowering yourself in front of me.
My cock is leaking uncontrollably, the enjoyment you get from being my slut overwhelming me. You want to taste my precum; my special sauce, my excitement. The instant your knees reach the floor, I smear myself over your mouth and cheeks. You lick your lips to taste me, wanting to savour the flavour. Then, looking into you, I force my throbbing hardness into your mouth.
You want it deep down your throat, making you gag. No fucking hands.
I slide sideways between your lips and vestibule, pushing firmly against your teeth. Testing your desire.
Widening your jaw my solid cock glides deeper into you. I begin working it in and out, far sooner than you’re used to, stroking my shaft against your cheeks and tongue. My slick cock dribbles. My taste driving you fucking wild.
You push your face closer to me as I drill deeper into you. Past your tonsils, beginning to stretch the opening into you. Eyes telling me you want more. Where the fuck are your limits?
Your whole body reacts as I travel further into your throat. There! Fuck! I hold it there.
“Dirty bitch,” I growl at you. Lodged in your throat, while you pull at your nipples.
You love how I speak to you. Your eyes sparkle as I assert my authority and surpass your soft palate. “You cockslut... you are my dirty... fucking... cockslut.”
Gagging on the intruder in your throat, drool appearing from the corners of your mouth. Instinctively you jerk your head back, omitting a cough. I allow momentary release for you to breathe. Gasping deeply, precum trails from my cock to your lips. Your chin glistens with drool.
I guide you to sit on the edge of the bed. I place my hands on either side of your head to hold you still, filling you again. You’re so utterly and completely crammed with me. Your throat envelopes my throbbing cock. I feel wrapped with heat ignited by your soul. You choke on me, yet you need me there, channeling to unite us.
Where did you come from? My mind wanders. Our passion matured rapidly from a comedy rapport. The speed and manner of our intimacy are breathtaking. Our clandestine meeting, a voyage of discovery for us both, and here you are, in the flesh....choking on my cock.
Your roaring eyes now burn dark with thoughts of being claimed by me, giving up everything you are to me. Handing over complete power to me is a blaze that storms within you. A fire that can only be controlled with complete trust and adoration.
You know you are entirely safe in my hands. My capable, prepared, warm hands.
I feel you guide me to what you need. Your need is direct and compelling. And it's here, in this location of absolute dignity, right at the heart of depravity, I begin to take what I need from you, as you give yourself up totally to me.
I move even closer towards you, pushing you backward. Your hands moving from your tits, and intuitively, searching behind you. Palms on the bed, locking your arms for support. You know the power I’m going to fuck your face with, you will need a sturdy brace.
Our senses stride; every delicate step you take closer to me, I take two intentional steps towards you....speed you don't recognise, executing all doubt from you. My sudden movements demanding speechless decision after decision from you. No time for overthinking; intuition prevailing. Impulsively feeding our cravings, finding ourselves in each other.
