Regaining outward control, I entered the bedroom, and BJ was standing with his back to me. He was naked, illuminated by a single dim light in the corner. His long black hair, that cute, tight little ass, his lean, muscular body, almost the body of a young athletic boy, but it was his penis. Without it, he'd be just another man, but the phallus...that made him a god, my Baal, and I was it's pagan whore.
I approached him quietly, my bare feet sinking into the thick white carpet, and when I got close enough I reached out and touched his shoulder. He remained motionless, "Kneel."
I knelt down before his buttocks, and without being told, I licked, nipped, and kissed his ass. I rubbed my breasts against the backs of his thighs and stroked his legs with my hands, occasionally touching myself. After a few moments, he hooked the drawer of the nightstand with his toes and pulled it out, stepping onto the folded linens with one foot which exposed his testicals. Words were not needed, I knew what to do.
I took his scrotum with my hand between his legs and massaged him, first one ball, then the other. I reached around him and ran my other hand up and down his stomach before moving to his erect cock. After I played with it briefly, he leaned forward. That was my cue to move behind him, so I could lick his testicals and jack him off between his legs from behind. My face was right in his asshole while I pleasured him, but he was clean...always clean. Whenever we did this, we'd joke about it after fucking, with him calling me "the trombone player," and me calling him Sgt Pepper.
After a few minutes, he sat on the bed, and I knelt between his legs to use my mouth on his cock. With his erection the tip of his dick had slightly emerged from its thick, dark foreskin covering. I began by grasping him and licking and kissing up and down on the shaft, gently pushing down the thick, dark foreskin and exposing a large, pink glans, wet from a steady flow of clear pre-ejaculate. I flicked the tip of his dick rapidly with my tongue before taking him in my mouth. Eager to please, I sucked on him while he held my head in his hands and stroked my hair, telling me how pretty I was, and how much he was going to enjoy fucking me. He told me he loved my tight cunt. He asked me if I was happy to be selling my body and giving him the money. He told me he was pleased that I had given my ass to the man he picked for me. He asked me if I liked it when Jack put his dick in my ass, and to all this I just nodded, "Yes," while I pleasured him. He told me he was going to sell my ass to ten sweaty, dirty men, and he would watch them fuck me. He asked if I would be okay with that, and I nodded, "Yes." I tried to masturbate while I blew him, but he caught me and pulled my hand away from my cunt, "No little whore, just your mouth. Don't touch without permission."
When he was ready, he laid back on the bed, and I crawled on top of him, smothering his body with kisses, and bites. He enjoyed it when I dragged my titties over his torso and genitals, imagining my nipples were little paint brushes, and when he let his guard down, I attacked his nipples. He was extremely sensitive there, and when I got one of those little "mammaries" between my teeth, I tortured him with my tongue until he overpowered me. He punished me by tickling my feet.
We soon ended up in the 69 position with me on top...show time. I positioned myself so the light on the night stand would illuminate me, and I began to move my ass to an imagined rock beat, flexing my vaginal muscles and sphincter, making a show for my lover. I was sucking his cock and at the same time teasing him, keeping my sex just beyond the range of his tongue. Occasionally i'd reach back and finger fuck or spread myself, so he could see the wet, pinkish warmth that awaited him.
He could take just so much in the way of teasing, but It wasn't long before he locked his arms around my hips and pulled me to him. With his nose pressed against my butt, he used his mouth on my clitoris and vagina. While he plumbed my pussy and licked my clit with that long tongue, he used his upper lip on my anus. Being the male animal that he is, he tried to penetrate my ass with his tongue, but I tightened up. I didn't mind having my ass licked, but that was my limit.
With BJ's tongue elsewhere, I pressed my genitals hard against his jaw, grinding my sex on him while I gave him head. His cock was a thing of beauty, and I was gagging myself trying to take it all in. I couldn't get enough of him. For a change of tempo, I would rub it all over my face and drag my long black hair over it, bathing myself in pre-cum.
When BJ was ready to take me, he rolled me onto my back and moved between my legs, opening me wide by holding me behind my knees. I felt pressure from his cock pressing against my vagina and drew in a deep breath as he looked into my eyes and entered me. I drew in a deep breath and whimpered, clutching my nipples...it was like his penis was charged with electricity. When that thing was buried all the way inside me, he put one hand under my shoulders and held my ass with the other, and we fucked.
I clamped my legs around him, digging my heels into his hips and hugging him tightly, locking my hands together with my arms under his armpit and around his neck, meeting each one of his rhythmic strokes with gasps, moans, and pelvic thrusts of my own...taking in all of that big dick and fucking like my ass was on fire.
While he was doing me, he would be saying all kinds of shit, like telling me. "Work that hot pussy, yeah that's my girl...oooh so fucking tight." Then he began French kissing me and using his tongue on my neck. He knew from experience where I was most sensitive, and it wasn't long before he latched onto my neck with his teeth, just below my ear, and breathed softly through his nose into my ear while he sucked on my neck like a vampire. That drove me to my erotic limits, and I moaned and gasped loudly, fucking harder and faster.
BJ knew my preferred position of intercourse was with me on top. Sometimes he accommodated me...sometimes not. Sometimes I would force the issue, and on this occasion, when his balance was just right, I used my martial arts skill to flip him to his back. Now on top, I arched my back while grinding my clit on his pubis. BJ fondled my breasts, occasionally pulling me down to him, so he could suck my nipples and finger my anus. He had me in this position when my orgasm hit, and I climaxed with a series of spastic contractions, thrashing wildly atop him while he held me.
I was still coming down from my orgasm when BJ put me on my back. He put my feet against his muscular chest, held my ass up off the mattress, and continued to fuck me with long steady strokes. As he approached ejaculation, he collapsed on me, driving his throbbing cock into me as it spurted and filled my cunt with his thick, white sperm.
We both dozed off in each other's arms after our love making session, and when I awoke, it was getting dark out. His limp penis was still inside me. I wiggled free from his unconscious embrace without awakening him, and dressed quickly. Before leaving, I went to the bathroom, wetted a washcloth, and returned to clean him.
I gently dabbed his penis with the warm, wet cloth and wrapped it around him. He was awake now, and just laid motionless on his back while I took care of him. I stopped abruptly when I felt him regaining an erection, finished with a couple of quick kisses, one on his mouth, one "down there," and I was on my way. Weird thing though...as I walked through the living room, the red eyes of Baal seemed to follow me. Christ, I needed to sleep.
