He stood at the doorframe of her room, watching her lying on the bed. The sight aroused him, for she looked so innocent and in total bliss.
Did she not realise her body was calling out to him? The way her breasts rose and fell evenly, the nightdress she wore had ridden high up her thighs, promising endless pleasure.
He held back a groan remembering earlier that evening. How normal it had been for him to call upon her for relief. This had been the 100th time that she had 'serviced' his dick. He gave her nothing in return, and she never asked.
He arrived unannounced, and when she opened the door, she could see the desire in his eyes, and the way he touched her cheek. This was his way of asking her for this 'special' favour. She took his hand and led her to the front room. Why? She didn't know herself, but this was the only time she had power over him.
She turned round, and tiptoed to kiss him, but he pushed away-as usual, and pushed her down onto her knees. She took hold of his belt and unbuckled it, then his pants. She stopped, and looked up seeking his permission. His eyes answered her hesitation. She pulled his pants down just below his flat belly, and pulled out his already throbbing cock.
The size always frightened her, and it was only semi-hard! Her fingers wrapped around the large girth and pumped it a little. She could see a clear drop emerge at the tip, and she got closer to lick it gently off. The instant her tongue made contact, he nearly came.
He knew she wasn't a virgin, but still her little experience practically made her one. She smiled inwardly and she slipped the engorged head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
She took hold of the base, and lowered her mouth further onto his thickening shaft. He was surprised he still had some control. Her hot, wet mouth tingled him with pleasure, and pleasure was what his was after. He begun to softly pump his hips against her mouth seeking deeper entry, but her firm grip stopped him. This was sweet torture, and that's why he went to her.
Soon after she picked up pace with both her hand and mouth. Bobbing her head up and down his shaft, she moaned around him. As much as it had aroused him, it had her too. She loved being in control, and pride overtook any feeling she would have afterwards.
He weaved his fingers into her hair, encouraging her to keep going. He was so close. All he wanted was to come in her lovely mouth and feel her swallow his cum.
She could tell he was close. And decided to end the torture for him, buy sucking harder around the head. Sure enough she heard him groan and push in a little more, before he flowed her mouth with thick ropes of cum. She begun to swallow, never missing a beat.