As I lay in bed face down, in that state between slumber and awake, my breathing measured, the thoughts floating through my mind. I can feel my arousal increasing ever slowly between my body and the bed. I sense movement and then the feeling of pert nipples raking across my back. The warm flesh of breasts pressing into me and a whispered voice in my ear, "Good morning handsome."
Gentle kisses on my shoulder with an occasional wetness of a tongue. I start to stir. "Shhh" the soft assuring voice says to me. As I become more conscious, I feel a soft caress on my ass, slowly gliding further down. Fingers probing, searching until they find my scrotum. Feeling my balls gently squeezed and fondled increases my arousal. My hips starting to move. I'm aware of the kissing lower and lower down my body as well as the breasts sliding skin on skin. The hand firmly grasps my balls and holds them tight for several seconds as I feel teeth bite into my back. My hips rise as my body tenses yet my arousal increases. Releasing my sack, I feel the fingers searching again, tracing the length of my shaft under my body. Complying with the request, my hips rise higher allowing the hand to envelop my hardness. Without thought, I take a breath and moan. The bite has given way to kisses. The hand squeezes the soft fleshy head as if a heart beating. Again, I release another moan of pleasure.
The soft voice breaks the silence, "Turn over." How could I resist, I obey the command. Turning over, my eyes glimpse the beauty before me. Then as if looking eye to eye at the devil, a hand slaps me across the face bringing me back to reality. A sharp pain on my chest as my nipple is pinched, reminds me of the rules, no looking. I fought the incredible urge to see. To see the wonderful pleasure that is taking place. "Please." As I begged. Followed by a stern reply of "No!" and another reminder, piercing into my chest.
My arousal has been left alone since I have turned over. I feel the air against my heated staff. Erect as if searching the air for what aroused it, twitching with anticipation. The pain on my chest is now replaced by the warmth and wetness of a tongue, soothing the inflammation. Then inch by inch the kisses work down my body. My arousal is undeniable as my body twitches and my cock released a flow of precum that drools out like clear molasses onto my stomach. I hear a moan but it didn't emanate from me. As I lay near paralyzed waiting, I feel a tongue on my stomach tracing, tracing my excitement. Another moan as well as another noise. With my eyes closed, and my mind in an erotic fog, It's everything I can do not to look or touch. Because I know if I do, it will all end abruptly and painfully. I try to identify the other noise. I gasp as my cock jumps and that wonderful feeling as more precum pours from my hole as I identify the other sound. The sound of something wet being sloppily worked over. My mind racing as now it comes to me, there was only one hand on my body. Just then that one hand grasps my tight balls and gently squeezes, eliciting more flow. I can feel it flowing like a river. The tongue lapping it up from the source. More moaning and the wet sounds getting louder and faster.