"I know." I alternated licking the head and down the shaft, using my hand to keep up a slow, steady, maddening stroke. "I don't know what's better… the thought of making you come like a naughty girl right now… or fingering myself tomorrow while you're at your appointment and imagining you jerking off…"
"You're so fucking irresistible." He sighed, shaking his head and running a hand through my hair.
"You say the sweetest things." I tugged gently at his cock, rubbing the wet tip against my cheek. "Will you be thinking about me when you get yourself off tomorrow?"
"Yes." His voice was low, his eyes heavy lidded as he watched me stroke him toward my lips.
"Liar." I let my hands go to his hips and aimed him, opening my mouth for the thrust of his cock. I welcomed the length of him, not doing my except opening my throat, his body doing the rest, unable to stop thrusting into the warm, wet cocoon of my mouth.
"Ohhh fuck… believe me…" His hands went to my hair, his eyes closing, using my mouth now. It was so hot I couldn't help but slide a hand between my legs, my clit swollen and demanding attention. "I'll be thinking about this very moment… and how much I wanted to shoot into your little mouth…"
I moaned around the length of him, unable to do anything now but take his cock and rub myself off. I had no control. He was fucking my mouth, slow and easy, restrained, keeping himself on some impossible edge. Watching it made me tremble with lust.
"I can't come, baby," he whispered, looking down and seeing himself disappear between my lips. I shook my head, murmured, his cock moving against my cheeks with the motion, making him gasp and hiss. "Oh fuck… your mouth…"
My hips were moving now, too, grinding against my hand as I fingered myself, my thumb focused on my clit. His cock felt swollen to gigantic proportions in my mouth, the precum taste in my throat strong, an acrid sting. His balls slapped against my chin as he began to drive in a little deeper, faster, his breath a steady indication of his desire to fill my mouth with the cum he was supposed to keep simmering in his balls all night.
"I can't…" He begged, his fingers buried in my hair, his thighs spreading wider as he used my mouth and tongue like a pussy, the fuck growing more intense with every thrust. "Oh fuck, I can't… I can't… I…"
I knew what I had to do. My whole body writhed beneath him, my fingers bringing me to the sweet edge of climax. I knew if I sailed over that delicious cliff, I would take him, too. He was trying so hard not to come, his face twisted. His restraint brought my
orgasm to the surface, pushing it up and over with a wicked, forceful drive. I moaned and bucked under him as I started to come, my body shuddering with the sensation.
"Ahhh! No, no, no!" His voice was pained and he tried, at the last minute, to pull himself out of the sweet clamp of my mouth and tongue, an involuntary squeeze mimicking the spasms of my pussy. It was too late. His cum flooded over my tongue, spraying in hot bursts again my lips and chin as he tried, in vain, to pull back. There was no stopping it now and I sucked him back in, eager to feel his finish. I swallowed the last few waves as he shot them, hot and thick, into my mouth, finally giving in, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with that precious, saved seed.
"You…" he panted, rolling off me and throwing an arm over his eyes. "… are evil!"
I grinned, sliding my thigh over his as I turned toward him. "Guess you'll have to reschedule."
He sighed, but it wasn't an unhappy sigh. "I guess so."
I decided right then and there that I was going to attempt to sabotage his efforts every month. It felt so good to be so bad! As it turned out, though, his sperm, quite lively while hot and fresh, didn't survive the freezing process so well. Unfortunately, donating wasn't going to be an option. I think we were both disappointed. He never got to see the infamous porn room, and me — I never got to tempt him in the same way again.
Not that I didn't try. When he called to reschedule that appointment, I was at a class, and when I asked about it, he refused tell me when he was going in!
He was afraid to tell me, he said.
"Why?" I pouted.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Because I know you! You'll jump me the night before!"
Now I ask you… how can you except a girl to resist such a temptation?
It's probably a good thing he never went back!
I swear I can smell cunt. I feel like a goddamned dog, or maybe a wolf, yeah, maybe a wolf-downwind of some delicious, vulnerable prey. I don't belong here alone, this wasn't my idea, but here I am, and there is pussy everywhere. I can't get away from it. Little ones, big ones, bald ones, hairy ones-and I'll be damned if I don't want them all. I know there's an off switch in my damned head somewhere, if I could find the thing…
