You put a hand on my head, pushing your cock deeper into my mouth. For a second, I worry you will push too far and my eyes dart to yours, wide with alarm. But the confidence in your eyes reassures me.
Your hand presses my head a fraction deeper, just enough to let me know you are in control. That you decide how deep your cock goes in my mouth. Your display of power turns me on, but I'm grateful you don't push any deeper than I can handle. Your eyes tell me that you know I would let you do it even if it made me gag. Ohhh, I feel so embarrassed that I would demean myself like that, but it's true. It's so sexy that you know me so well.
You withdraw your cock from my mouth and I feel disappointed. I can still taste you. Your cock is wet with my saliva. You lift my chin up so I look you in the eyes and I realize I was staring at your cock. You smile at my realization. I shrink, embarrassed.
"Tell me," you say. "Tell me what you need, baby." I reach out to touch you, but you stop me. "I want to hear you say it, baby," you insist.
"I need your cock, baby," I whisper. Ohhh, why do you have to make me say it? It makes me feel so slutty to tell you, to beg for it.
"Mmmmm, you do, do you?" you tease. You are going to make me beg for it.
I swallow my pride, "Yes, baby, please give it to me."
But you are still not satisfied, "Show me how you want it, baby."
"Please, baby," I beg, my voice shaking. Ohhh... you know just how to make me feel slutty.
"Show me, baby," you demand. "I want to see how much you need it."
Defeated, I turn around and lower my elbows down so my face is on the bed. Then I spread my knees wide and show you everything. Ohhhh.... I know how obscene this looks. My ass raised in invitation, my head bowed in submission, completely exposing myself to you. I can feel your eyes caressing me. I'm so horny.
"Mmmmm", you say. "You really need it bad, don't you, baby?" Your finger touches my anus, sending an electrical jolt through my body. I can't help but moan. "Is that where you want it, baby?" you tease.
"Ohhhh," I moan. You want my ass. How did you know that's what I need? I didn't even know until you asked me?
"You like when I touch you there?" you say. It's bad enough you make me feel this way but you have to make me say it. It's so humiliating. You withdraw your finger and repeat the question, "Do you want me to touch your ass, baby?"