Colby
I watched, transfixed, as she slowly sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, holding it there before releasing it with a pop. Fuck, she was good at this. Too good. My self-control was slipping, my impending orgasm threatening to consume me. “Fuck, open wider.”
Sally obeyed instantly, stretching her lips even wider, sticking her tongue out further. “Stick your tongue out more,” I ordered, my voice hoarse.
She did as told, her tongue extending obscenely from her wide, red lips, glistening with her saliva.
“Hold your tongue like that,” I commanded, my breath ragged. My cock hovered over her mouth, throbbing.
She maintained the position, tongue extended, lips parted perfectly.
“You look so fucking dirty like this…” A bead of precum dripped onto her tongue.
“… so fucking slutty,” I groaned, watching the precum smear across her tongue’s surface. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming – her debased pose, the filthy words hanging in the air, the tension coiled in my groin ready to snap. “Lick it clean.”
She stuck her tongue out further, catching the bead of precum on the tip. The action was so erotic that I lost control.
“Ah!” I shouted as my hips jerked forward. Streams of hot semen shot directly onto her waiting tongue, filling her mouth instantly. “Mmph!”
“Swallow it… fuck, swallow all of it.” I gripped her hair again as cords of hot cum continued to shoot out, coating her tongue and lips.
She choked slightly but obediently swallowed each pulse, her eyes watering. My thighs trembled as the final drops spilled onto her face.
I collapsed backward on the bench, spent, my chest heaving, and then put on my boxers and pants.
Sally remained kneeling before me, her face glistening with my release, her lips and chin sticky with it. She looked up at me with tear-streaked, sated eyes, her tongue licking her lips clean.
“Turn around,” I told her.
“What?” She signed, a look of surprise on her face.
“Do as I say!”
She slowly turned around, presenting her rear to me. The position thrust her ass out, her skirt barely covering it.
I leaned forward, grasping the fabric and roughly yanking it up over her hips. Her panties followed soon after, exposing her bare bottom. I brought my hand down sharply on a cheek.
“Ow!” She yelped, jumping slightly. The handprint turned a satisfying red on her skin. “You’re being so rough…” she signed, whining, trying to look back at me over her shoulder.
I just slapped her other cheek, harder this time. “Arrh!”
“Shut up and stay still,” I snapped, continuing my rough treatment of her bottom. This was to mark her as mine. I just hope it would stay there for a long time so any guy that sees her in this form will know she belongs to someone else.
I alternated between slaps and squeezes, leaving her skin reddened and warm to the touch. After several more slaps, I inserted a finger into her dripping pussy without warning.
“Nngh!” she whimpered.
I groaned, feeling her pussy squeeze my finger tightly. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” I muttered, flexing my finger within her depths.
As I pulled it out, it glistened with her arousal. I brought my wet finger to my mouth, sucking it clean.
Then, I dropped to my knees behind her, pulling her hips back so her wet pussy was open wide. I buried my face between her cheeks, licking along her swollen folds until I found her clit. I lashed at it with my tongue, feeling her shudder and moan beneath my touch.
I continued to focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, feeling it swell and harden under my attention.
Sally let out soft, desperate moans, her hips starting to roll back against my face. Her juices coated my tongue, her arousal dripping wet and slick.
“Mmmph…” I murmured against her pussy, licking deeper. “So sweet…” I muttered, sucking her folds softly. “Dammit, my favorite flavor…”
I stiffened my tongue, pushing it inside her briefly before pulling back to lap at her clit again. “Spread wider.”
She spread her legs wider, balancing herself by placing her hands flat on the floor. Her knees trembled slightly, inner thighs glistening with her wetness. The position opened her up completely, giving me full access to her pussy and ass. I dove back in, licking hungrily.
Then, I backed off and scooped her up suddenly, making her squeak in surprise. I sat her on the bench in our bathroom, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was clean-shaven, the lips swollen and wet. I dropped to the floor, pushing between her spread thighs, gripping her ass cheeks tightly.
She gasped as I spread her wide open, her small frame vulnerable against the bench. Her bare pussy was pink and dripping, the lips delicate. I wasted no time, burying my face between her thighs. My tongue found her entrance, pushing inside roughly, and she cried out almost silently.
I curled my tongue upward, hitting her sweet spot. She cried out, her small body convulsing as I hooked my arms around her thighs, pulling her closer. I could feel her trying to close her legs, trying to pull them together, but my arms held her open wide.
Sally whimpered, her hands grasping for purchase on the bench. I ignored her, my tongue relentlessly pushing deeper. Her pussy tightened around me, her juices coating my chin. I could feel her getting close.
Her hands finally found their target, gripping my hair tightly as she threw her head back. She screamed crackily, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
I held her open, my tongue buried deep inside her as she spasmed and writhed, her fingers tangled in my hair.
As her orgasmic convulsions subsided, I gently pulled my tongue out, giving her pussy a few soft licks to soothe it. Then I looked up into her flushed face, her chest heaving as she panted. I could see her pussy lips swollen and wet.
I rose up, my face slick with her juices. Glancing around, I spotted a soft towel draped over the bench. Snatching it up, I carefully pressed it against her sensitive mound, gently wiping away the remnants of her arousal.
“Hold still,” I murmured, cleaning her thoroughly yet tenderly.
She watched me, her eyes hazy with pleasure, as I carefully wiped her clean.
Once she was dried, I folded the towel neatly and placed it aside. Her legs were still spread wide, her pussy now clean and pink. Bending down, I pressed a soft kiss to her clit.
“Stand up,” I instructed, helping her to her feet.
Sally wobbled slightly, still dazed from her intense orgasm. I gently helped her adjust her clothes, making sure everything was in order. Once she was presentable, I led her out of the bathroom, giving her a smug smirk.
“You walk just fine,” I teased, opening the front door.
She frowned at my smirk, rolling her eyes.
As we stepped outside, I asked casually, “Was that your first time having an orgasm with a guy?”
She glared at me, her frown deepening.
“Was that really-
She scowled, looking away. “None of your business,” she signed.
I just chuckled, pulling out a letter from my long sock. I used it to gently wipe the sweat and dried cum from her face, treating her with unexpected tenderness.
“See you at home,” I said, and ran off to the nearby tap to wash my face. Wouldn’t want the guys finding out anything.