Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Imagine my teeth on your cock,” I sigh breathily. “Imagine how that’s going to feel.”
Suddenly, the big man stops all motion. His body is rock hard, and that huge dick is pointed straight at me. I guess he’s getting desperate – perilously close to the edge – because there are no longer any full sentences being used.
“Clothes … off,” he commands, his voice hoarse and his eyes ravenous.
With a giggle, I obey. I shimmy out of my skirt, pulling the fabric sensuously over my hips before kicking it away. Then, I play with the waistband of my panties, lightly tugging at it. I’m purposefully teasing him, making the big man salivate. But it’s not just his mouth that’s salivating. Stone’s dick is literally weeping now. There’s a steady stream of sperm dripping from the tip to the floor, a pool of pre-come that I long to taste.
“You want to see?” I breathe, snapping the waistband. My fingers creep down to my cunt, and I lightly trail them over my fleshy lips. The material there is soaking wet. “You want to see?”
Before he has a chance to respond, I hook the material in one of my fingers and pull it to the side, showing him my pretty pussy – the swollen lips and my clit so stiff and achy that it’s pushed out between my labia, begging to be touched. Leaning back a little, I cant my hips forward so that he can get a better view. I even spread my legs a bit, squatting so that my hole is opened up, winking at him.
“See?” I purr throatily. “My kitty wants you.” At that moment, a bead of pussy cream coalesces at my vaginal entrance and slowly drips off, a long string of ooze dropping from my cunt to the floor.
“I’m creaming for you, Mr. Phillips,” I whisper. “My kitty’s dying for you.”
But the big man hasn’t forgotten his original instructions.
“Clothes … off,” he barks. “On your knees.”
I don’t hesitate to obey. I wiggle out of my panties, leaving the damp lace a ball on the floor, and kneel completely nude before him. My pussy is sopping wet, and my boobs are heaving with short, indrawn breaths.
“Open,” he commands, and instinctually, I obey. My pink, pouty lips part, and that big dong kisses my mouth. It’s just a butterfly kiss at first. My teacher teases me by running his glans over my lips, tracing the outline of the Cupid’s bow, and trailing his pre-come over my softness. But I can’t resist. The feel of his semen on my lips has made me hungry and desperate for more, so I twist a bit and catch the head in my mouth. The stiff, rubbery crown is so tasty, so meaty, that I moan with pleasure as my eyes roll back in my head.
“That’s it,” Mr. Phillips pants, his eyes fixed on the dirty sight of a nude girl with her lips on his dick. “Keep going.”
And I moan again, one hand going up to play with his balls while the other seizes his dick at its base, holding it steady for a good suck. I go at it like a crazed girl, desperate for cock, desperate to get it in me, somehow, somewhere.
I flatten my tongue and lick up his length, trailing a bulging vein along the bottom. The vein is beating so fierce and so hard that I think he might come right then. But Mr. Phillips apparently has better control than that. His gaze is hard with desire, and his breath is quick yet controlled as he stares at me. So I lean in for another long lick, this time trailing my tongue along a huge vein on the upper side of his shaft. I spend a minute playing with it, just feeling the blood coursing through his penis and savoring the musty taste of man. And it is so good, so yummy, that I pop him in my mouth after that and suck at the tip. I let the pre-come run down my throat, swallowing as much as I can.
I love it, love every second of it. It feels so good to have this huge piece of man meat in my warm cavern, thrusting against my tonsils. His cock is so enormous that my mouth is stretched wide, even to the point of being a little uncomfortable. I feel tears coming to my eyes as the saliva pools uncontrollably, but I’m too hungry to care. Continuing to suck, I push his dick even farther down my throat until my nose hits his pubes. His personal scent is musky and all male in my nostrils.
“Ohhhh fuck, little girl,” groans the big man, his head thrown back and his eyes closed as I deep-throat him. “Fuck, you’re good.”
His praise only makes me try even harder. Experimentally, I begin bobbing my head up and down while my hand plays with his balls. His mighty shaft runs up and down my throat, visibly going into my esophagus. After a minute or two, his balls seize in my hands, going higher and tighter, before he begins to cream.