Worship

So close. You are so close. Mere feet away.

Splayed on the queening stool, legs bent as if kneeling and ankles cuffed to the frame, my face is at the perfect height for your use. The splayed position emphasizes the untouched and vulnerable neediness of my pussy. Through the dim light and shadows, I can only watch as you slowly, teasingly stroke yourself. I am entranced by the veins standing out on your cock, your hand, your forearm. The movement of muscle under skin. The faint trace of your cologne and the scent of you are almost a drug.

My eyes are on you, lust drunk and hungry. The desire to nuzzle; to rub my face along your thigh is nearly overwhelming. I want to delicately lap the taut skin of your balls; suckle them gently into my mouth. I watch your fingertips lightly skim the smooth shaft of your cock. A bead of precum forms. Your grip tightens at the base and you stroke firmly upward, the bead filling, becoming a droplet. I am transfixed, lips parted, almost panting. Just as it starts to roll, you catch it. Smiling benevolently, you cup my cheek and your thumb caresses it over my lips, glossing them. "Don't lick."

I whimper at the cruelty in the command, closing my trembling mouth to better obey. My lips are tingling. One hand slides down your body to cup your balls as you stroke more intently. I am a mewling pathetic thing: cunt clenching, mouth watering, nipples achingly hard. Untouched and empty. I can feel the wetness of my arousal against the cool air caused by my position on the stool. Your voice is low, "Tell me what you want, Little Cat."

The words burst free from my glossed lips. My eyes are desperate and fierce as they meet your gaze.

"Let's me worship your cock. Please! I need to. It's so fucking beautiful. Please let me lick; swirl my tongue just as you like it. Let me suck, take you deep. I want to fuck my throat on it, choke on it. Let me pleasure you until you take control of me, of the pleasure you claim. Fuck my mouth. Hold me down, just please let me have your cum. However you choose! Throat, face, into my open mouth. Please?"

I close my eyes for a moment, steadying my breath.

"Fuck." So soft, said on a sigh.

Your hand cups the back of my head, bringing my face to your body; letting me nuzzle as I'd wished to. I don't have permission, so I don't even kiss yet. You tap the heavy weight of your cock against my cheek, moving my head, pushing against my face. My head is swimming. This is a continuation of the denial. A continuation of the tease, but somehow mortifying. Thrillingly so. A needy moan escapes. I want to plead again, but I can feel you throb and hear the excitement in your breath. I sense your rapt gaze, watching yourself grind against me.

Finally your hand tightens, gripping my hair and pulling my head back. I look up at you. Your face is flushed and your eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "Go ahead. Worship. You may cum, but hands free. Do you think you can cum just from my pleasure?"

Hell, I almost came at those words, so maybe?

I begin with your balls, laving them tenderly. Suckling one, then the other in my mouth to cradle them gently, tongue caressing. You didn't say I could use my hands, so your cock bobs above me, throbbing with each suckle. You thrust your hips, rolling involuntarily. Seeking. I lick. Flicking licks and open kisses painting their way up your shaft. I tilt my head, taking you in, letting you push against the inside of my mouth. I know the sight of your cock bulging against my cheek turns you on. You groan, hips rocking a little before easing back. I get the message.

I do everything I'd pled for. I suck steadily, voraciously. I swirl my tongue, caressing and pressing your spot, moaning as more precum flows across my tongue. I bob my head, sucking you down, deeper. You murmur encouragement, praise. "You take it so well."

"That's it, get it wet."

"Show me how much you need it."

I take you deeper. Gagging slightly, I adjust my angle. My hands remain on my thighs. My cunt is dripping. My clit is throbbing. I want to stroke you, touch myself, but I don't. There are indents on from my nails on my thighs as evidence of my restrained urge. Your broad tip breaches my throat. My eyes flick up to see yours close as your head falls back. Your hands rest lightly on my hair. I pull back, taking a deep breath before pushing further. Taking another inch, fucking my mouth on your cock. Each downward stroke is easier and gets me an inch closer to taking all of you. Your groans and muttered words mixed with the wet sound of fucking fill the room. Maybe I will come, I'm so fucking turned on.

Faster now. My nose bumps your belly without my realizing it. I breathe on the back stroke and swiftly suck you all the way down again. This time your hands tighten, holding me there. I keep you deep and fuck my throat with short strokes until you growl, pulling me all the way off your cock. Your balls are tight, cock twitching as you bend to kiss me deeply, uncaring of my tears, ruined make up, or swollen and messy mouth. Straightening up, you stare down at me. "My turn."

I can only nod eagerly, my mouth opening. Ready for you. Both hands are in my hair, using it to pull me onto your cock. You thrust, pushing steadily into my throat as if savoring every inch gained. You bottom out and hold me down. I sort of relax into it until your dick pulses in my throat, making me heave a little. Still, you hold me. A burbling protest drips down your balls. My pussy throbs. You pull back and I gasp for air. My hips rock, seeking some kind of pressure, some friction against my soaked and needy cunt. You notice, of course, and laugh at the futility of my movements. I'm so flushed that my blush is invisible but I can feel it.

"Good girl." These are the last truly intelligible words. All we can hear is the wet sounds of fucking, groans and heaving breaths, bubbling holds, mumbled oaths. It's at the longest hold, my face hot and wet against your groin, choking on you while you compliment me for being such a perfect cock whore that it rolls over me. I squeal around your cock as the orgasm crashes into me. You pull out quickly, saliva stringing, but I shake my head sucking in air before diving back onto your cock. A frenzied, needing, voracious cock whore. Needing your cock to stroke my orgasm, to coax your own. You are gone too, now.

"Perfect." Thrust.

"Little." Thrust.

"Cock whore." Thrust.

"Fuck!"

I'm held down a moment, you tug my hair enough to be perfectly painful. "Say it, tell me what you are."

Oh fuck. My brain says no, my clit throbs yes. My shoulders shift, struggling. You're waiting for my words. You're so thick, there's barely any capacity to move my mouth, but I try to say "I'm a cock whore". It is beyond garbled, but seems to be enough because you swear and pull your dick from my mouth. I am gasping, tears running down my cheeks when your finger under my chin tilts my face up to yours. "Time to make you a cum slut."

I barely have time to nod. Now you fuck. My open mouth is a hole for your use. The ruthlessness of the face-fucking makes me cum again. You pull back on a gasp.

"Open your mouth. I want to see it. Gonna watch my load fill your mouth. That's my girl."

One hand on my head, holding me in place, the other on your cock. One hard stroke. Your breath stills. I watch your dick pulse with the first spurt. I move to make sure I catch it. I'm stupidly, sluttily pleased when I do. I watch your fist on your cock, pumping shot after shot into my mouth. The last one though, you direct along my cheek. You squeeze the last drops and smear them against the other cheek. Your lips curve. You know your filthy girl likes that.

My mouth is still open and full of you, waiting for permission. You nod and I swallow, savoring the benediction from my worship.

You ease down, pulling me into your arms, my back to your chest. You tilt my face to yours and kiss me deeply. I'm moaning softly and squirming with my own needs. I may have come, but untouched orgasms are a pale comparison to what you provide. You guide my legs over yours, opening me to your touch. Your hand cups over my pussy, heel pressing, fingers curling as you fuck me. Your other hand is pinching and flicking my nipples. I give sharp yelping moans and gasps. My hips grind onto your hand. My jaw aches, my throat is sore, my raspy voice is babbling need.

"That's it baby, come apart. I have you."

And I'm gone, lost to a mind melting orgasm. Your thumb running circles over my clit while two fingers press my g-spot over and over. I fly into another orgasm, hoarse voice screaming out. My thighs are trembling and my hand drops to your wrist. Slowing now, you ease your fingers from me but keep them lightly stroking the lips of my pussy so soothingly. Your big hand cradles the weight of my breast. You pepper kisses on my face, neck, lips; everywhere you can reach, bringing us down gently. I shiver when one arm leaves me, but you draw a throw blanket over us. We're a tumbled pile on the floor of the living room, and perfectly content.