This week the prompt was the following;
The signs were there. Right from the moment she opened the door to him. His voice quavered with nerves as he spoke to her, when she invited him in, he shuffled awkwardly as she lead him down the hallway to her chamber. She knew that her instincts had been right; this one was exactly what she had been looking for. Once inside she turned and stood in front of the bed facing him. Without speaking she slid out of her robe, letting it whisper to her feet into a pool of shimmering silk. Unconsciously she noted the nervous bobbing of his throat and the straining of his cock against the zipper of his jeans. A smile played around her lips as she sat on the edge of the bed with her knees spread wide apart. Looking him in the eye she traced the outline of her lips slowly and dipped her finger into herself before lifting it to her mouth to lick it clean.
His eyes opened wide and he shuffled uneasily on his feet,
"Perhaps you should show me what you have," her voice broke the silence making him jump slightly. He looked at her face, confused for a moment before he realised what she meant. His hands shook as he fumbled with his belt and unzipped himself. She could see his cock straining against his boxers as he pushed his jeans down his legs. His boxers joined his jeans in an untidy pile on the floor and he stood in front of her with his cock jutting out in front of him.
Her red lips parted to reveal her white, straight teeth. A warm feeling of pleasure filled her as she reached out to wrap her long fingers around his cock. She loved this moment, when she touched them for the first time, feeling the hardness, the pent up energy, the ache for release combined with the terror that they will make a fool of themselves in front of this creature that was more beautiful than any of their late night fantasies. This was the reason why she chose these boys to entice into her chamber, something about their awkwardness and inability to control themselves properly turned her on more than the most skilled love makers, it was her fetish. His eyes closed and his ragged breathing seemed loud in her ears as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. A bead of pre cum formed at the head of his cock. She could feel his thoughts whirring desperately trying to hold back the surge. A note of panic pushed its way through the energy she was picking up from him. Watching his face she leaned forward and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, licking away the bead of moisture.
He whimpered in desperation, but she was relentless, she ached to prove her power over him. The excitement of knowing that he was so close to crashing uncontrollably over the edge pushed her almost to the edge herself. Something about the look in his eyes softened her a little.
"Please," his voice cracked like a teenager. She paused momentarily in her stroking of him.
She pondered for a moment deciding if she would save him some of the humiliation that was about to follow. She decided to be a little kind, not too much because she wanted her own pleasure but a little. Her mouth opened and her lips slid down over his shaft. He groaned in desperation as her tongue slipped over his head. She could feel his tension as the orgasm threatened her own pussy clenched together quivering as it waited for the heat of his explosion. She kept her head tilted watching him as his cock slid over her tongue and touched the back of her mouth. The first pulse came as her lips touched the top of his balls. His eyes opened wide in surprise as she wrapped her arm around his ass, stopping him from pulling away in shame. He groaned as his body spasmed uncontrollably and the second salty jet filled her mouth. Wetness streamed out of her as she felt her own shuddering climax in response his cock muffled her own grunt of pleasure as he pulsed and quivered inside her.
"I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry," he repeated over and over like a mantra as the waves of pleasure died away. Only when she felt him start to soften did she release him, letting his cock slide over her lips to hang limply in front of her. Awkwardly he bent to pick up his clothes.
"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do that but you were so sexy and then you sucked me…."
His voice trailed away as he stood in front of her holding his clothes over his member, hiding it from her gaze.
Her smile was enigmatic, one moment she looked like a kind, older sister, forgiving her brother for stealing her candy, the next she was like a cat, willing the bird to come just a little closer so she could pounce on it. He stood rooted to the spot, desperately wanting to flee and hide in shame but unable to move. Slowly she reached over and picked up a phallic piece of glass from the bedside table and passed it to him. She lay back on the bed with her legs spread open,
"Put down those clothes, come kneel here and show me what you know about women's vaginas."
It wasn't a request.
Awkwardly he knelt beside her holding the glass wand in his hand.
"I want you to touch my outer lips with the wand," she commanded.
Awkwardly he reached down and stroked her tentatively with the smooth, cool glass. She shivered at the faintness of the touch, aching for more.
"Have you ever tasted a real woman?" She smiled kindly.
"No," He still hid his face from her, embarrassed and afraid of not measuring up.
"Bend down and suck just that one little lip," she instructed. "Don't get carried away and try anything else just the lips," she warned as he bent awkwardly.
The feel of his lips on her was electric. His first touches were tentative like butterfly wings, she bucked her hips against his face, titillated by their fluttering touch. Eventually he became braver and sucked her labia into his mouth. Wetness streamed out of her as she moaned in pleasure.
"Now show me where you think my clit is," she gasped. He sat back and touched the swollen hard node with the cold glass wand. She gasped at the change in sensation. He jumped back a little startled. She noted that his cock was already starting to stir and unable to stop herself she reached between her legs and stroked herself before spreading her lips wide, expertly displaying her hard node for him. She noticed his cock hardening again. Soon he would be ready to mount her so that she could pull his climax from him again. She shivered a little in anticipation. It was always better when they spurted uncontrollably inside her. Her clit throbbed feeling a little naked and exposed away from its protective hood.
"Suck me!" she commanded.
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He didn't hesitate kneeling between her legs before taking her node against his lips with the same tentative licks and sucks as before. Her hand reached down to cradle the back of his head for a few moments before she pushed herself against his mouth encouraging his tongue to touch her firmly.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. A jet of liquid spurted over his face and he pulled away, surprised.
She smiled at him, warm from her orgasm but still hungry for more,
"Now we are even,"
He smiled disbelievingly touching his face. Not sure what to make of the juice coating his chin and mouth.
She arched her body towards him, "I want you to fuck me with that big hard cock," She wriggled a little in anticipation as he lowered his body over hers. His cock pressed against her opening for a moment before it suddenly slid inside her. His eyes opened wide as she clenched around him. His ragged breathing was loud in her ears. The signs were there again, she knew he wouldn't last long but she didn't care. She was confident in her ability to arouse him over and over again so that she would be able to pull orgasm after orgasm out of him all night until he was spent and drained in the morning. The thought tipped her over the edge again.
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