10-7-2014 Fiction

A Talk

She tried to keep her distance, hesitating to look at him so she could better control her arousal. She knew she needed to behave, though the reasons for behaving seemed to dwindle the longer he was there. The cadence of his voice got to her. The look in his eye got to her. The faint smell of his cologne got to her. She couldn’t stop thinking about wrapping her lips around his cock. Then, he reached for her; his hand caressing her leg through her jeans. Her “iron clad will” faded fast.

“You have to stop that,” she whimpered as his hand drifted towards her pussy.

She wondered if he could tell how wet she was through her jeans. Could he feel the heat of lust meeting his fingertips? She forcibly stopped him. He chuckled and settled back into his chair.

“I don’t want to start what I can’t finish,” she confessed.

“It’s fine,” he said and touched her again.

He leaned in close to her chest and she started to unzip her hoodie. She wore no shirt underneath, just her bra. Hesitating, she remarked about behaving again. As she said it, however, her hand didn’t stop and she unzipped. Exposed, he immediately pulled out her left breast and started to suck.

“Jesus,” she moaned.

The pressure was perfect; a blend of pleasure and pain instantly. Lips and teeth sucked her nipple in further and further as her cunt began to pulse. It throbbed as if giving orders, she had to fuck him. Now!

“Stop,” she said and pulled away.

He eased back into his seat again, grinning. Her face blushed pink and she tried to steady her breathing. Words wouldn’t come to her, at least not so easily. She stammered around a bit. He watched her bumbling.

“We should make them even,” she relented and removed her right breast.

“We must,” he agreed.

The more he bit and sucked, the closer she got to orgasm. She fought it. Her wetness was already running down onto her inner thighs. His hand seemed to notice and shot forth to rub at her. Leaning forward, she bit his ear and traced it with her tongue. Then he stopped.

“We really need to stop this,” she said.

How she wished she could just shut up and let it overtake her. She wanted him so bad and it was obvious. Still, she fought it. His hard cock beckoned to her through his shorts, and god did she want a taste. She bit her lips, trying desperately to yank herself out of her lust. It made it worse. She felt so goddamn horny, she could barely see straight.

Then he took her breast again, leading up to kissing her. Instinctively, she sucked on his tongue as if it were his cock. Oh, how she wanted that bad boy inside her mouth. He bit into her lower lip and gently tugged. Quickly, she began to rationalize things, her reasons to resist falling away.

“I can at least touch it,” she said as more a statement than a question.

“Yes,” he said.

He stood up for her and she ripped his belt off. She gently pulled out his hard dick and it was beautiful. The head—perfect for suckling on. She pushed the thought from her mind as best she could, but found herself getting her mouth closer and closer.

I’ll only kiss the shaft, she thought as she wrapped her hand around the base. She felt it throb and grow harder as she breathed near it. She let her lips drag around its length for a bit. Then, she could no longer stop herself.

She swallowed him up. She was about to stop herself again but he was growling; short little growls and she couldn’t stop now. His noise got to her and she no longer though, she reacted. She pushed her chair out from underneath herself with a leg and hit the floor on her knees.

He grabbed the chain around her neck and controlled her movements. His other hand grabbed up her hair. She could barely notice anything other than his cock in her hungry mouth and her choker chain pulling her forward to glory. She didn’t slow down, she didn’t try any technique; she only wanted to keep him in her mouth forever.

“Cum,” he said.

That was all she heard, the word “cum” right before he dumped his seed down her throat. She swallowed hard several times. He had come a lot and it was delicious. She greedily sucked harder hoping for even more. She licked his right ball playfully and hugged his leg for a moment. There, at his feet, she felt calm. She didn’t want to let go or move.

“Good girl,” he said.

“We’re gonna have to talk again real soon,” she smiled, reluctantly getting up.

He watched her squirm. She had never been so weak to resist someone before and it felt funny. She told him, but knew he really had no idea how powerful that was. Embarrassed, she avoided his eyes. When she did look at him, she could see his satisfaction and she knew that he understood the power he had gained over her.