Sexual frustration hits me as I lay in the hotel bed binge watching Orange Is The New Black. I won the suite for the entire weekend in a raffle at work. It doesn't make sense that I'm here bored...and alone. Alone! On a Saturday night, no less! And although I've made a promise not to have sex until I enter into my next committed relationship, I decide that tonight I need to blow off some steam...so to speak.
There's this guy Tony from one of my classes. We're study partners and have been on a few dates. He's smart, attractive, funny and respects the fact that I'm celibate. I appreciate those things about him, but it kinda irritates me that he's NEVER tried anything. Not even once. There's definitely sexual tension and I can tell it's on his mind, but he never acts on it. I've been pretty passive about it, but that's going to stop tonight. I'm not used to being the aggressor, but with my mind set, I send him a text. I keep it short and to the point..
An hour later, I finish rubbing the baby oil on my legs as his knuckles rap on the door. Wearing nothing but a baby tee and a G-string, I seductively pull a big red lollipop out of my mouth as I hold open the door, smirking. The look on his face reveals a mixture of shock and excitement as he takes in the visual of my semi-naked body. He's impressed. The approving smile that spreads across his face as he walks in sets my body on fire. He starts to say something, but I put my index finger to his lips to silence them.
I grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom, still unsure of exactly what's going to happen once we get there. I will my nerves away and keep my game face on as I shut the door behind us. It's now or never.
I take a deep breath before I turn to him; finally ready to do something I’d been dreaming about for months. Showing him how much I want him is a mission I can’t afford to fail. The opportunity has presented itself and I’m prepared to see it through…to completion.
The minute I turn to Tony I know he can see what’s on my mind.
“Oh yeah? I thought you was tryna be a good girl? You bout to get yourself in trouble. You betta put some pants on, turn on Netflix and stop playin'...”
I take the lollipop out of my mouth and playfully run it across his lips.
“Fuck Netflix. Now shut up and open your mouth.”
I want him to know that I'm running the show. He seems to be on board as his lips part and accept the sweet treat. I giggle as I push him up against the wall. I’m going to enjoy this.
I tell him to lift up his shirt. He obliges, revealing a wave of tight, rippled abs with a patch of hair around his belly button. I lick his stomach, groping his growing erection before sticking my hand down in the waistband of his sweats, fishing out his dick.
He doesn’t have on any underwear. I’m impressed by both his boldness and what I feel. It’s heavier and thicker than I imagined. My heart begins to race and I inhale deeply to calm it. The excitement remains. I see his eyebrow rise as I pull both his sweats and his boxers to the floor. I was so mesmerized by the sight of his long, hard dick bobbing and pointing right at my mouth, that I didn’t even notice his shirt and jacket hitting the carpet.
He steps up in front of me. His dick is heavy and excited, its tip already leaking sweet, sticky strands of pre-cum.
“You think you ready for all that lil' girl? It’s alot bigger than this shit you used to.”
He took the lollipop out of his mouth and tossed it into the nearby trash. I ignore him as I take him into my hands, squeeze it at the base, then lift up his balls and gently squeeze and bounce them in the palm of my hand. Then I run my thumb over the slit of his dick, rubbing his lust over the head.
“You like playing with this dick, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan, licking my lips in anticipation. I look up at him, then kiss and bury my face into his groin. The coarseness of his pubic hair tickles my nose. I inhale his scent, taking in his manliness. I cup his balls, kissing then slowly licking them, wetting them with my tongue.
“Damn, girl. Mmm…Oh, shit.”
I replace my tongue with my fingers and fondle his balls, tracing a slow sensual path over and behind his heavy nuts. A part of me can’t wrap my head around the fact that I'm doing this...that this is finally happening.
I lost count of exactly how many times I’ve imagined soothing him, relieving him, sucking away his stresses, worries and frustrations, enveloping and riding his dick with my wet lips and warm tongue. So many thoughts of flicking, tickling, and probing all around and over it. Images of swallowing him down into my deep, pulsing throat, contracting around every inch of his dick like a boa constrictor swirl in my head. Squeezing his thick dick in a vice-like grip until it spasms, convulses and erupts a tidal wave of hot foaming cum just for me.
Mmmmm…too many times to count. My imagination causes me to let out a deep moan.
“I hope it tastes as good as it looks. You ready for me to taste you?” I ask, looking up at him as the eye of his dick continues to leak a stream of clear, sticky nectar. He’s ready, but I force myself not to run my tongue over it just yet.
“Whatchu mean?! Don’t it look ready for you?” He reaches and squeezes my titties through my shirt. I almost lose control when I feel him touching me. It just feels…right. Like it’s where his hands belong.
“Go lie down in the middle of the bed,” I order him.
I get up from my knees as I watch him walk over to the bed. I lick my lips taking in his broad shoulders, his strong back, his muscled thighs and amazing ass. The moment I see his chiseled frame stretched out in the middle of the bed, his dick eagerly pointing upward, I confirm what I already knew. He's fantasized and anticipated this moment just as I have. But he made me wait all this time…so now I’m enjoying turning the tables.
“I’m about to make all that dick disappear down in this hot, wet throat. Would you like that?”
The more I talk the harder and thicker his dick gets. I’m working him up, but I am also working myself up as I imagine him pressing the inside of his muscular thighs on either side of my head and slow-fucking my face, spreading open my throat, stretching my neck, sliding his dick in and out and it getting all slick from my spit. I lick my lips again to stifle a moan.
“Look how hard you got this dick girl. Stop playing and come over here and make this shit yours.”
“Oh, you ready to have this throat wrapped around that dick, huh?”
“What you think?” he said, grabbing his dick and stroking it while gazing at me.
I slither over and onto the bed seductively. I slowly crawl between his spread legs and flick my tongue across his huge balls, slurping each one into my mouth.
“Gawtdamn,” he cries out in between a low moan.
“Aaah...shit girl. Fuck! You got my nuts tinglin’ and shit!”
I grin triumphantly knowing this is only the beginning. I take his dick in my hands, squeeze it at the base, kiss the tip, slide my lips back and forth, up and down along the shaft, then slap the center of my wet lips with it. I allow it to make smacking sounds against my lips for several minutes until my mouth overflows with saliva, and then…looking right into his eyes, I slowly slide his dick into my mouth.
He moans. So do I. My mind is made up. Tonight him and his dick gonna GET ADDICTED!
He told me to make it mine…and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
“You like that Daddy?” I ask, slipping his dick out of my mouth, then sliding it back in. He nods feverishly and moans again.
“Girl, I love them lips on this dick. Ah, shit. Don’t stop baby.”
I grab it at the base with both of my hands, then gently stroke it while bobbing my neck up and down along the length of his thick shaft. I start making loud slurping sounds with my mouth, then hum as the tip of his dick pushes past my tonsils.
As he moans, I increase the suction on his dick, wrapping my hands along the back of his muscular thighs, then grip his calves, giving him my no-hands-all-neck-and-throat action, ramming his dick in and out of my throat, which immediately causes his legs to shake. I slow down the pace, lick the underside of his dick, flick my tongue across his balls and then pucker my mouth around the head, twirling my tongue ring around it. I suck him in slow motion, moaning as I look up at the look of sheer ecstasy on his face.
I’m pleasing him. That pleases me. Immensely.
I swallow all of him, each and every inch…over and over...again and again…down past the back of my throat. No gag, no hassle, no fuss, no problem. This is what I wanted. It’s what I’ve been waiting for. So I continue to lick and suck all over Tony’s dick until his entire body shakes. The feeling of power and control I feel is so intoxicating. Invigorating even! Hearing him moan my name and say through his incessant swearing that what I am doing is fulfilling his desire is beyond satisfying.
I decide it’s time to shift my position so that I can really show him something. I pull up off his dick. It wasn’t easy. I didn’t want to let go.
“Yo, what the fuck? Why you stop?” he asks, sounding all desperate and confused.
“Don’t ask me no questions. Just do it,” I say aggressively, turning around so that I am lying across the bed. Being in control is agreeing with me.
“Damn…excuse me miss lady!”
“Stand up over me,” I tell him, resting my neck on the edge of the bed so that my head is hanging upside down.
Tony jumps out of bed with his stiff dick swaying side to side like a sword preparing for battle. He hovers over me with his dick twitching. It bounces in anticipation of what’s to come. I grab his dick, open my mouth, extend the tip of my tongue past my bottom lip, then guide the head in, forcing the back of my throat open as if I’m yawning.
“Oh, shit,” he moans, trying to push more of his dick in.
But I am the one in control and he knows this. I’ve learned that an overenthusiastic man will try to ram his dick down your wind-pipe if you let him. And I’m not the one, which is why my hand stays on it to guide it at my pace. Not his.
I tighten my grip on his dick, then take a deep breath and slowly slide the length of his pipe all the way into my hot, hungry mouth, along my tongue. The head of his dick hits the back of my throat. I swallow. I can feel his dick block my airway and the snugness of my throat while licking his balls. My eyes water but I don't dare gag. Can't give him the satisfaction.
Gurgling sounds come from the back of my throat. He has his groin pressed up against my nose, grinding himself into my mouth.
“Ah, fuck…damn, you suckin’ this dick so good baby.”
I reach out and grab his ass, pulling him deeper into my throat. I remember to breathe through my nose so that I don’t choke half to damn death. He is skull-fucking me lovely. I'm wetting his dick with my throat and the spit that dribbles out of the sides of my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts. “Aah, shit...I’m getting ready to cum...” He’s riding my face like his dick is on fire and he’s trying to get my throat to put out the flames. “Oh, shit...uhh...fuck...”
I push him away and get on my knees on the floor in front of him. I start sucking and jerking him simultaneously. He moans again and I’m afraid his knees will buckle.
“Aaah, shiiit…uh…damn, babe…ohhh, fuck…Gawtdamn, girl…you know howta suck a mean dick…Uh…fuck…you ’bout to make me nut…”
I pick up speed, sucking and slurping and making popping sounds with my mouth. Loving the way his rock-hard thickness feels in my hands, in my mouth, down in my throat. I suck him as if my life depends on it and lick him as if he's a dripping ice cream cone. He's my ice cream man and I won’t stop until he gives me every last drop.
I alternate from throating him to sucking him to jerking and sucking him to licking him to throating him all over again until he hums and moans and chants and grabs the back of my head, palming it like a basketball, bouncing it up and down on his shaft like a MVP.
“…I’m…uh…gettin’…oh, shiiiiit…ready…mmm, fuck…to…yeah, baby…uhhhh…”
He lets out a loud grunt and then I can feel his balls begin to shift and tighten in my hand. His dick starts pumping his white hot nut and it feels so intense. Like he’s feeding me. He tastes so good to me and I'm relishing and savoring every moment. The entire time he is cumming down my throat, he keeps mumbling how he needs to stay away from me because I’m trying to kill him with my head game. With a mouthful of dick and nut, the only thing I can do is suck and swallow. So I do just that while he grunts and groans and busts his thick load. I smile on the inside as he clutches to the bed to prevent himself from collapsing.
Then when I am completely convinced that his nuts are on E, I slowly release him from my throat. My tongue tickles him and he shudders as I guide him along the path from my mouth. I look up at him and stifle a snicker. Yeah, I practically sucked the life out of his ass. Mmmph. Serves him right making me wait! Thought that nigga knew. Now he knows firsthand! Mission Accomplished.
I look up at him as he attempts to catch his breath and ask, "Now what movie you wanna watch?"