My Fuck Toy Gets A Reward

You look up at me and see the need in my eyes. I've been waiting for this for far too long, and my desire is palpable. You lay on the bed, sideways, your head hanging off at just the right angle. I edge closer, and you take my cock in your hand, slowly stroking, working your thumb over my head. You pull me to you, mouth opening just enough for your tongue to dart out to flick the drop of nectar that's formed as a result of your manipulation.

The teasing bit isn't going to work for me tonight, however. Whereas I generally enjoy it, tonight I want it all...and I want it now. I lean in, wrapping my fingers in the hair on either side of your head, and slowly slide my cock past your lips, over your tongue, till the head is brushing the back of your throat...and then I push some more. I give you a moment to adjust, whisper, "That's it, and baby...take it all. That's my good girl," and you purr your appreciation of my praise. I keep edging further into your throat, until my cock head is firmly jammed back there, and I have you just where I want you. "Ready?" I ask, and you give the slightest nod as indication, as that's all you can manage.

"Good girl. Now just lie there and let me fuck your mouth."

I grasp your hair tighter and start to move, slowly out, and you can feel the ridge of my cock as it glides past the very back of your tongue. You time your breathing with my rhythm, inhaling inhaling when I pull back, licking my shaft as I push my way back into your throat, and then exhaling on the next backstroke. I moan my pleasure aloud, whispering words of encouragement as I start to pump faster, each stroke taking me deeper into your throat.

"That's it, baby. You love my cock, don't you, you hungry little slut? You love having your mouth fucked, used like the fuck toy you are. You like being my dirty little girl? I know you do. When I'm done fucking your throat, I'm going to work as many fingers as I can into that tight little pussy and make you squirt for me. That's my girl...mmm, yeah. I fucking love the way you suck my cock, baby."

You shift just a bit to give me better access, and that's all the encouragement I need. I hold your head in a vise grip, and now my cock is all the way in your mouth, the skin of my balls rubbing your nose. At this point, there is no way you can time your breathing with my thrusts, and you struggle to keep up, trying your best to continue licking along my shaft as I plunder the depths of your mouth. I shift my hands now, cradling the back of your head with one while the other moves along your throat so I can feel my cock sliding in and out. My hand begins to tighten ever so slightly on the tender flesh of your neck, and suddenly it's as if someone has attached electrodes to your pussy. You can feel the juices running down your ass crack now, and you ache to touch your clit, but not yet. No, this is my time, and you are here for my pleasure. You relax, content in the knowledge that I will soon take very good care of you.

My breathing becomes more shallow, almost ragged as I fuck your face faster, my orgasm looming. Instinctively, you moan your desire, and that's all it takes. "Hungry, baby? You want my come, don't you, pretty girl? You want my load down your throat?" Another sound from you: a low, needy growl, and my hands move back to the sides of your head, fingers tangled in your hair, gripping, holding you there, and I'm ready to explode. I push further into your throat than even you thought possible as my release overtakes me. I grit my teeth, grunt loudly, and time stands still as wave after wave of my cum jets down your throat. You reach up and take the base of my cock in your hand, squeezing from the root up the length of my shaft, and pull back, running your tongue along the still-hard flesh. As your tongue snakes across that sensitive spot on the underside of my cock, I jump a little, and you smile, loving the fact that I'm putty in your hands right now.

You continue working my cock with your hand - long, slow, deliberate squeezes up the entire length, hoping for a glistening pearl to emerge from the head. You emit that sound I love - the one that drives me crazy...the pouty, needy little whimper-moan that never fails to stiffen my cock -- and I am finally able to talk. "What's wrong, baby? Not enough come for my hungry little slut?"

"Oh, there was plenty of cum; I just didn't get to taste it because it went down my throat!"

"There's always next time, doll...now, and come here. Bring that needy little pussy to me. No, not like that. Up. On all fours. I want it in my face."

You can feel how wet you are as you assume the position I've commanded, and your clit is on fire before I even touch you. This pose makes you feel extra vulnerable and exposed, and I'm well aware of it; that's part of the attraction for me. The other benefit is that I have better access to you; your pussy is wide open and ready for my ministrations.

I exhale slowly, and though my breath is hot against your skin, a shiver runs along the length of your spine. "What's this?" I ask playfully, running just the very tip of my finger along your outer folds. A soft moan escapes your lips --a long, drawn-out sigh of a moan that urges me to continue my exploration. "This," I say, "this looks like a hungry little fuck hole. Am I right?"

"Yes," you manage to utter.

"Yes, what? Tell me, slut." you can hear the taunt in my voice.

"Yes, it's a hungry little fuck hole."

"Good girl. Now, tell me what it's hungry for."

"Your fingers, your tongue...anything. Please?"

"Ooh, spoiled little princess said 'please' even. That must mean you really need it. Do you, baby? Do you need to come?"

"Mmhmm." You wiggle your ass in anticipation.

Without warning, I plunge two fingers inside you, to the hilt. There's no resistance because you are literally dripping by now. You gasp at the unexpected move, instinctively pushing back against me, inviting me to probe deeper. I curl my fingers to hit your g-spot, rubbing gently up and down, side to side, applying more pressure every few seconds. Just as you're getting used to the sensation and beginning to settle into my rhythm, I pull my fingers out of you. A groan of frustration hisses out of you, and I'm suddenly there, beside you, my fingers probing your mouth.

"Suck your pussy juice off me. Tell me how good it tastes before I lick it myself." This elicits a growl from deep in your throat. I know how much you love to taste your own juices. I force my fingers into your mouth and you suck them hungrily, swirling your tongue around the same way you did with my cock just moments before.

"Good girl. Clean them off. Get all that sweet cunt juice off my fingers, baby. Now, tell me how it tastes."

"Mmm...It tastes sweet," You practically purr. "May I have some more, please?" I arch my eyebrow; you can see my eyes twinkle in the candlelight. "You are a hungry little girl tonighta long, drawn-out sigh of a moan that urges me to continue my exploration. "This," I say, "this looks like a hungry little fuck hole. Am I right?"

"Yes," you manage to utter.

"Yes, what? Tell me, slut." you can hear the taunt in my voice.

"Yes, it's a hungry little fuck hole."

"Good girl. Now, tell me what it's hungry for."

"Your fingers, your tongue...anything. Please?"

"Ooh, spoiled little princess said 'please' even. That must mean you really need it. Do you, baby? Do you need to come?"

"Mmhmm." You wiggle your ass in anticipation.

Without warning, I plunge two fingers inside you, to the hilt. There's no resistance because you are literally dripping by now. You gasp at the unexpected move, instinctively pushing back against me, inviting me to probe deeper. I curl my fingers to hit your g-spot, rubbing gently up and down, side to side, applying more pressure every few seconds. Just as you're getting used to the sensation and beginning to settle into my rhythm, I pull my fingers out of you. A groan of frustration hisses out of you, and I'm suddenly there, beside you, my fingers probing your mouth.

"Suck your pussy juice off me. Tell me how good it tastes before I lick it myself." This elicits a growl from deep in your throat. I know how much you love to taste your own juices. I force my fingers into your mouth and you suck them hungrily, swirling your tongue around the same way you did with my cock just moments before.

"Good girl. Clean them off. Get all that sweet cunt juice off my fingers, baby. Now, tell me how it tastes."

"Mmm...It tastes sweet," You practically purr. "May I have some more, please?" I arch my eyebrow; you can see my eyes twinkle in the candlelight. "You are a hungry little girl tonight, aren't you, baby? Such a good, sweet little slut."

I snake my arm back down between your legs and gather more of your wetness onto my fingers, stopping to squeeze your clit between them before bringing them back to your waiting lips. Rather than depositing them back into your mouth, however, I spread the liquid across your lips, running my fingers slowly back and forth across your mouth. Just as you are getting ready to stick out your tongue to taste the gift I've bestowed upon you, I lean in and kiss you fiercely, rough enough to take you by surprise. The stubble on my face is like sandpaper on your smooth skin, but it doesn't bother you; rather, the hint of pain urges you on, and you return my ferocity, reaching up to grasp the back of my neck to pull me in closer to you. Your passion fuels mine, and mine, in turn, brings yours to a fever pitch.

Our kisses are like a beautifully choreographed ballet in which the dancers can anticipate each other's moves. Tongues flick, dart, and probe in time, lips insist on attention of their own, teeth find purchase and tug, nips alternatingly gentle or rough. I could draw blood and youyou wouldn't flinch, though.

Suddenly I'm gone again, and I reappear behind you, lifting your hips to my mouth, fingers digging violently into the flesh of your thighs. My tongue finds your clit and I suck it tenderly between my lips, stroking it with my tongue even as I pull you to me. You've heard men say that their technique for making a woman come with their mouths involves tracing the alphabet on her clit, and a thought flashes through your mind that if I'm writing something now, surely it's the most delightfully dirty composition ever known to man.

You can feel my fingers again, curling down to hit that spot although rougher this time, insistent...on a mission of sorts. Sinking into your wet hole again and again, battering your g-spot with an intoxicating message of lust, begging it to answer in kind. You push back against me, canting your hips to allow me to probe deeper, and I respond by adding a third finger. You love that feeling of being filled, and you moan as I explore deep into you with my fingers, the angle, pressure, and sheer girth of them conspiring to send your body into shockwaves of bliss.

"Come on, baby. I want to feel that hungry little pussy tighten on my fingers. Make her come for me. Make her squirt like a good little girl. That's it...right...there." I work into you harder, faster, and my fingers are like a battering ram inside you. Nothing else exists in the world at this moment -- just my fingers in your pussy and my voice in your ear. "Squeeze my fingers. Do it now. Gonna come for me? Gonna be my good little slut? Come on...I know you can. Spray me with your come. I said 'Now'."

Then, here comes that tingle. The official signal from your g-spot that if I keep doing what I'm doing, you're going to get soaking wet. "Right there. That's it. Please don't stop. Please keep fucking me. Fuck, I'm so close!"

I seal the deal by getting up on my knees behind you so that I can get better leverage. My new position changes the angle of attack somewhat, and just as you can feel the walls of your pussy begin to tighten around my fingers, I swat you on the ass with my other hand. You whimper, and I know you love it. "Want it again? Do you?"

"Yes, please!"

"Stick that ass up here for me." Slap! You can feel the handprint blossoming red on your ass cheek "Now come."

And you do. The tingle becomes a full-fledged alarm, taking you over completely. "Yes. There. FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!" As you give yourself over to the current of your climax, you push back against it, and my fingers are expelled from your pussy as a stream of juice splashes my hip and thigh. You cry out in pleasure now, a stream of purely unintelligible words and syllables emitting from you like so much babble, but you don't care. I don't understand a thing you say until the one word I wanted to hear comes: "More?"

You feel my sardonic grin as I slide a pillow under your hips and then pin you with the weight of my body. Three fingers again, hard, fast, insistent. The second time never takes long after I've pounded your g-spot into submission. "Gonna come again, baby? Gonna make that little pussy squirt all over me again? Come on. Now, you fucking gorgeous little slut!"

Again, your g-spot sounds the alarm, and again you push back. You're still screaming

"That's it, baby. You love my cock, don't you, you hungry little slut? You love having your mouth fucked, used like the fuck toy you are. You like being my dirty little girl? I know you do. When I'm done fucking your throat, I'm going to work as many fingers as I can into that tight little pussy and make you squirt for me. That's my girl...mmm, yeah. I fucking love the way you suck my cock, baby."

You shift just a bit to give me better access, and that's all the encouragement I need. I hold your head in a vise grip, and now my cock is all the way in your mouth, the skin of my balls rubbing your nose. At this point, there is no way you can time your breathing with my thrusts, and you struggle to keep up, trying your best to continue licking along my shaft as I plunder the depths of your mouth. I shift my hands now, cradling the back of your head with one while the other moves along your throat so I can feel my cock sliding in and out. My hand begins to tighten ever so slightly on the tender flesh of your neck, and suddenly it's as if someone has attached electrodes to your pussy. You can feel the juices running down your ass crack now, and you ache to touch your clit, but not yet. No, this is my time, and you are here for my pleasure. You relax, content in the knowledge that I will soon take very good care of you.

My breathing becomes more shallow, almost ragged as I fuck your face faster, my orgasm looming. Instinctively, you moan your desire, and that's all it takes. "Hungry, baby? You want my come, don't you, pretty girl? You want my load down your throat?" Another sound from you: a low, needy growl, and my hands move back to the sides of your head, fingers tangled in your hair, gripping, holding you there, and I'm ready to explode. I push further into your throat than even you thought possible as my release overtakes me. I grit my teeth, grunt loudly, and time stands still as wave after wave of my cum jets down your throat. You reach up and take the base of my cock in your hand, squeezing from the root up the length of my shaft, and pull back, running your tongue along the still-hard flesh. As your tongue snakes across that sensitive spot on the underside of my cock, I jump a little, and you smile, loving the fact that I'm putty in your hands right now.

You continue working my cock with your hand - long, slow, deliberate squeezes up the entire length, hoping for a glistening pearl to emerge from the head. You emit that sound I love - the one that drives me crazy...the pouty, needy little whimper-moan that never fails to stiffen my cock -- and I am finally able to talk. "What's wrong, baby? Not enough come for my hungry little slut?"

"Oh, there was plenty of cum; I just didn't get to taste it because it went down my throat!"

"There's always next time, doll...now, and come here. Bring that needy little pussy to me. No, not like that. Up. On all fours. I want it in my face."

You can feel how wet you are as you assume the position I've commanded, and your clit is on fire before I even touch you. This pose makes you feel extra vulnerable and exposed, and I'm well aware of it; that's part of the attraction for me. The other benefit is that I have better access to you; your pussy is wide open and ready for my ministrations.

I exhale slowly, and though my breath is hot against your skin, a shiver runs along the length of your spine. "What's this?" I ask playfully, running just the very tip of my finger along your outer folds. A soft moan escapes your lips -- a long, drawn-out sigh of a moan that urges me to continue my exploration. "This," I say, "this looks like a hungry little fuck hole. Am I right?"

"Yes," you manage to utter.

"Yes, what? Tell me, slut." you can hear the taunt in my voice.

"Yes, it's a hungry little fuck hole."

"Good girl. Now, tell me what it's hungry for."

"Your fingers, your tongue...anything. Please?"

"Ooh, spoiled little princess said 'please' even. That must mean you really need it. Do you, baby? Do you need to come?"

"Mmhmm." You wiggle your ass in anticipation.

Without warning, I plunge two fingers inside you, to the hilt. There's no resistance because you are literally dripping by now. You gasp at the unexpected move, instinctively pushing back against me, inviting me to probe deeper. I curl my fingers to hit your g-spot, rubbing gently up and down, side to side, applying more pressure every few seconds. Just as you're getting used to the sensation and beginning to settle into my rhythm, I pull my fingers out of you. A groan of frustration hisses out of you, and I'm suddenly there, beside you, my fingers probing your mouth.

"Suck your pussy juice off me. Tell me how good it tastes before I lick it myself." This elicits a growl from deep in your throat. I know how much you love to taste your own juices. I force my fingers into your mouth and you suck them hungrily, swirling your tongue around the same way you did with my cock just moments before.

"Good girl. Clean them off. Get all that sweet cunt juice off my fingers, baby. Now, tell me how it tastes."

"Mmm...It tastes sweet," You practically purr. "May I have some more, please?" I arch my eyebrow; you can see my eyes twinkle in the candlelight. "You are a hungry little girl tonight, aren't you, baby? Such a good, sweet little slut."

I snake my arm back down between your legs and gather more of your wetness onto my fingers, stopping to squeeze your clit between them before bringing them back to your waiting lips. Rather than depositing them back into your mouth, however, I spread the liquid across your lips, running my fingers slowly back and forth across your mouth. Just as you are getting ready to stick out your tongue to taste the gift I've bestowed upon you, I lean in and kiss you fiercely, rough enough to take you by surprise. The stubble on my face is like sandpaper on your smooth skin, but it doesn't bother you; rather, the hint of pain urges you on, and you return my ferocity, reaching up to grasp the back of my neck to pull me in closer to you. Your passion fuels mine, and mine, in turn, brings yours to a fever pitch.

Our kisses are like a beautifully choreographed ballet in which the dancers can anticipate each other's moves. Tongues flick, dart, and probe in time, lips insist on attention of their own, teeth find purchase and tug, nips alternatingly gentle or rough. I could draw blood and you wouldn't flinch, though.

Suddenly I'm gone again, and I reappear behind you, lifting your hips to my mouth, fingers digging violently into the flesh of your thighs. My tongue finds your clit and I suck it tenderly between my lips, stroking it with my tongue even as I pull you to me. You've heard men say that their technique for making a woman come with their mouths involves tracing the alphabet on her clit, and a thought flashes through your mind that if I'm writing something now, surely it's the most delightfully dirty composition ever known to man.