Authors note: My first attempt at a story. Short, fast paced action between two consenting adults. Semi-autobiographical, in that I took some artistic license.
Lots more to come: a variety of different scenes and partners, potentially some back story if readers request it or I'm so inclined. Enjoy!
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His hand curled into a fist around the hair at the nape of my neck. He broke off our kiss, his teeth tugging at my lower lip as he pulled away. He barely had to push me down. His low growl,
-On your knees, bitch
was enough to make them buckle- dropping me to the floor in front of him. Hand still on my neck, he forced my face up against the bulge in his jeans, and I felt him go rock hard through the fabric.
Not close enough, I thought, desperately trying to wrap my mouth around the enormous shape in his pants. Frustrated by the barrier, I began to scrape my teeth across the denim.
He pulled my hair, twisting my head back to look up at him.
-Tell me what you want, slut.
I looked into his eyes.
-Mmm, I want your cock, baby.
Still holding my hair with one hand, he slapped me across the face with the other.
-Beg for it, you little whore!
-Oh please, please, Sir. This whore needs your cock in her throat! Please give it to her, Sir!
-Good girl. Take it out.
I hurried to obey- unbuckling his belt, unfastening the button, his massive cock nearly busting the zipper as I pulled it down. I could feel the shape of it now, the warmth of it through his boxers. I pressed one hand to his balls, giving them a soft squeeze, as my other pulled down the waistband and pulled out his fully erect dick. My jaw dropped at the sight of it.
-That's right bitch; you begged for it, and now you're going to take all of it.
He pulled my head towards him again, pressed my face to his heavy sack.
-LICK!
He said it with such authority that my tongue was out, eagerly lapping at his balls before my brain could even catch up. I worked my hand up and down his thick shaft, still marveling at the size of it, until I was unable to resist any longer. I moved my tongue up the underside of his cock in one long, slow, lick, swirling it around the ridge of his glans before slipping my mouth around the head, and then back off, with a slight pop. I teased the tip for a moment, flicking my tongue back and forth across his slit, tasting his precum He reached down to grab his cock, and slapped me with it. It left a satisfying sting, and the beginnings of a red welt across my cheek.
-Are you going to be a good little slut and suck this dick? Or am I going to have to force-feed it to you?
Before I even had a chance to respond, he shoved the full length of it into my mouth and towards my throat, its girth stretching my jaw wide. I gagged as he forced his cock down my throat.
-Look at me bitch.
He yanked my hair again, tilted my watering eyes up to meet his. He smiled at the sight of my face pressed all the way up to his pubic hair, my lips wrapped around the base of his cock. He held me there.
-You like that, don't you, whore?
Still choking on his dick and staring into his eyes, I did my best to nod my head, sliding my tongue around his shaft in agreement.
