Then I get up to that big head and open wide.
There is nothing so glorious as the sense of a shaft like this entering my mouth. I take it all the way back into my throat and just hold it there.
Ah, heaven.
I press it deep into me, feeling that choke that I know how to control so well. My eyes tear up a little as the pressure mounts in my blocked off nasal passages as I just relish the moment in all its rough intensity.
Then I let it travel out again, now fully engorged and shiny with my dribbles all over it. I let it hover on my lips and kiss it, allowing my breathing to get back to normal.
Then I kiss it all over, from the front to the sides and all the way down to the sack while squeezing it with my right hand.
“Very good move,” he says. “You like cock, don’t you, dirty girl?”
“Uh-huh,” I say with a wet slobber.
Then it’s back in my mouth and I’m choking on it again. God, so wide! It fills me completely. I can barely get enough suction going. I could suck Chad’s easier because while decent, it was smaller. I can’t seem to get enough going on this monster.
At least it’s not as big as Karissa’s. That one could be seen from space.
Even though it fit in my dad’s mouth. How is that possible? Wait, TMI. Don’t want to know.
Shut up, Abigail! Shut the fuck up! No thinking allowed here! Let go and enjoy!
Which I do. I suck and suck and suck. I hear him groan.
Oh, I love that . . . when a man groans while I suck him. Such an affirmation of my power as a woman.
I taste some pungent pre-cum as I continue my suckage. I love pre-cum too. Kelly, one of my friends back at Wellesley, hates cum and believes that no girl can possibly like it.
Kelly is so fucking ridiculous! (Not to mention one of those hoity-toities I told you about way back in the beginning.)
I love its thickness, its saltiness, the gooey taste as I suck it through my teeth.
I look up at him as I bounce. His eyes are closed as he moans. What a sight! I love the fact that I can give him such pleasure.
He catches me looking up at him and matches my gaze. Then he reaches down and strokes my hair lovingly again.
Please be me. Please let me be the one you’re thinking of. Nobody else. Not her, whoever she is. Some supermodel or some other party girl.
“Okay, time for your reward. Do you want my come in your mouth?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I grunt as I bounce harder.
“Good girl.”
He re-positions himself so he’s better aligned with my mouth straight on. Then he starts thrusting.
God, yes!
My orgasm fires up again, but only to the edge. I’m not even touching myself. This is just so fucking hot that it sends me there just by having his cock in my mouth.
I feel like I’m drowning in him, the hot wet combination of my mouth and the way he’s intermittently cutting off the air supply at the back of my throat.
God, I’m going to have a sore throat tomorrow . . . but it’s so fucking goddamned worth it!
“Mmmmm,” he says as he increases his ramming speed.
God, this is good but I’m going to choke soon. Then a few rams and something goes the wrong way. I choke and pull away, going into a coughing fit.
I’m about to dive back on, when his fingers graze my cheek.
“Okay?” he says, just like he did before, stepping out of the scene to check on me.
I nod.
“Sure?”
“Yep.”
Then he pats my cheek firmly and I take him in again.
He’s a little reticent about speed and thrust this time, but I look up at his face with a squint to tell him Hit me, pal! Hit me hard!
And so he does.
He really unleashes on my mouth this time. I drift into a blissful sea of ecstatic servitude.
Then he explodes in my mouth with a grunt and an “Oh God!”
Oh God definitely.
It’s like a volcano, cum erupting everywhere. It flows down the back of my throat, out of my mouth, through my nose.
Yep, I’m a cum slut. And I love it.
A few more thrusts and he’s done and out, the monster flopping around with a little extra nectar dribbling down in a long rope.
I dive at it, sucking it into my mouth, allowing it to dance between my teeth.
“Gah!” I say, covered in a white sheen. I choke and cough a little again, the sweetest choke and cough I have ever known.
“You are amazing,” he says, again looking down at me with . . . that look. Like he recognizes me.
Then, he zips up. My reward is gone. I miss it already. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief. It has the moniker “1716” inside a little circle woven into it. That looks familiar. Where have I seen that before?
I take it and wipe my face.
“Up,” he says. “You have now had your reward. It is time for mine.”
God, this man is perplexing. Most guys would consider a blowjob the ultimate reward. But this man reverses that on me.
That was indeed truly my reward, though. I can get off anytime I want. Can’t suck the cock of a man like this anytime I want, though.
What does he have in mind for his reward?
It doesn’t matter. I will do whatever he commands.
He takes the transmitter out of his pocket and turns it back on. I hear the click in my ear as the red light comes on.
“Test,” he whispers. “Did you hear that? Answer freely.”
“Yes. Loud and clear.”
“Good.”
“Now walk out the same way you came in. Take a left down the street and head toward the water.”
Again, I do as I’m told.
Chapter 15
The streets are alive with people celebrating. It seems to have kicked up a notch since I was out here last. The jungle drums beat in a steady rhythm.
“Go down to the dock,” he says in my ear.
There is a large crowd assembled by the dock. Three makeshift stages have been set up.
On the first is a magician in a shiny purple suit. He is making things appear and disappear, including his large-breasted blonde assistant who he seems to wrap in foil, then scrunches up the foil into a little ball. Then, she comes running up to the stage from near me.
On the center stage is a woman with braided auburn hair and a long flowing dress playing a harp. While I’m not a big harp music fan, she’s got quite a thing going with rhythm and tempo. It’s kind of amazing, actually.
On the third stage are two very muscular guys painted silver. One kneels on one leg with his arm resting on his thigh. The other takes his hand and then proceeds to do a handstand on the other guy’s hand.
Wow, that’s a lot of bulging muscles. They hold that pause way too long for mortals. Yikes.
The magician is wrapping up, bowing to the applauding audience.
“Jump up onto the first stage,” says Lukas in the earpiece.
He wants me to what?
But I don’t hesitate. I’m here to follow commands.
As soon as the magician and his assistant are onto the pavement with their cases, I’m up on the first stage.
Apparently, someone else had been waiting for it and shouts, “Hey, I was next!”
“Now dance for me,” says Lukas. “Just like you did in front of the house.”
I strike a pose to start, and the crowd gets very intense around me. The guy who was supposed to be next is still shouting, but orders are orders. I have to do what Lukas Thorn tells me.
I begin my seductive dance, not quite sure where he is. It doesn’t take long, though, to pick out the white flowing shirt next to a short bald man with a plump woman in a big yellow hat.
I lock eyes with him. Same mildly amused half-smile. Damn that man.
I kick my dance up to “full stripper,” even though I have nothing to strip. I wonder if anyone can tell. A quick glance to the faces around me, including the sudden migration of guys, confirms that yes they can.