Yours Ch. 04

I smirked at her attempts at dirty talk, knowing that it embarrassed her even now.

"You want me to cum?" I asked, "You want me to fill up that slutty cunt with my sperm?"

"Please!" she moaned, her hips faltering in their now frantic pace.

She kissed me suddenly, and threw her arms around me. This surprised me, and the shock caused my tight control to slip for just a second. But that was all it took. My orgasm was suddenly upon me, and it was a big one.

I practically roared into her mouth as the pleasure overwhelmed me, and she echoed both my voice and my pleasure as yet another orgasm assaulted her. I clung desperately to her as my cock fired spurt after spurt of my seed inside her. I'd so missed this, the intense sensation of cumming inside an orgasming pussy.

We came down from our individual highs together, breathing heavily in unison. We rested like this for a few seconds, my cock still hard inside her wet channel, and our arms holding each other tight. She sat up, lifting herself all the way off of my shaft, but then fell forward, having lost the strength in her legs and hips.

I supported her trembling body until she lay down on my thighs, her legs off to the side. She buried her face into the crook my neck, kissing my skin.

I pointed her face towards mine and kissed her, slow and deep. We pulled away from each other, and she smiled again. It was a difficult expression to interpret, a subtle mix of adoration and pain, a generous amount of embarrassment too.

"Are you Ok?" I asked.

"I'm... yeah, I'm good." she said.

I pulled her close to me and lay down.

"That was definitely worth waiting for." she sighed, relaxing against me, "Although I probably won't be walking straight for a while."

I ran my fingers into her hair, brushing it away from her face. I pushed my lips to hers again and we kissed softly. I thought she would want to relax after that, but I soon felt her slender fingers wrapping around my cock.

"Of course you're still hard." she sighed jokingly.

She ran her palm along my length.

"And we made such a mess." she said.

Well that was true. My shaft was coated in a layer of her feminine juices, not to mention a lot of my own sperm.

"I think you should clean it up." I said.

"You know, I was just thinking that." she replied.

She lifted her body away from mine and shifted her face down to my cock. Her eyes stayed locked on to mine as she pressed her tongue to the base of my shaft and slowly licked upwards towards the head, just like I taught her. I let out a satisfied sigh, lay back and closed my eyes, letting her pleasure me however she wanted.

She was thorough as she cleaned my cock, rapidly replacing the layer of our juices with her saliva. She'd really missed this, it seemed. She practically attacked my cock with her tongue. I let myself growl with pleasure. I'd missed this too, the heat and energy of her oral attention.

When she was satisfied she'd followed my command, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and back towards her throat. She teased me for a while, bringing the head towards the entrance to her throat without taking it deep, like I knew she could.

After a few longs minutes filled with frantic licking, I realised what she was doing. I looked down at her to see her staring up at me. When our eyes met she closed hers and sucked in her cheeks, increasing the pressure around my dick, but still not taking it any deeper.

She was waiting for me to take control.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her off of me. She sat back on her knees and waited silently. I got on to my knees in front of her and caressed the back of her head.

"You're doing well." I said, pushing her gently downward. She followed my guidance and lay down with her face in front of my cock.

"But, you know..." I continued, "I think if we really want clean this mess, we have to get a little deeper."

I pressed my cock head to her lips and she opened her mouth to accept it.

"You don't mind if I use your throat, do you?" I asked casually, forcing it deeper. She relaxed and I pushed harder, my cock slowly filling her until my balls were resting against her chin. She flexed her throat around my shaft, gagging slightly.

"Mmm... fuck. Such a tight little throat." I grunted.

I pulled out half way out of her slick throat, and then thrust back in. I groaned out loud and started to thrust in and out with a steady rhythm. I honestly didn't know which I preferred, her pussy or her throat. Regular sex was incredible, and somehow getting better each time. But looking down at her wide, green eyes staring up at me, drool covering her lips and chin... this was fucking addictive.

I grabbed her hair with one hand and reached down to lightly grip her throat with the other. With my hand I could actually feel my cock causing a bulge in her throat. She moaned with lust and shut her eyes tight.

"No, look at me." I ordered.

She obeyed, her eyes locking with mine again. She was tearing up at the discomfort. God, she was so gorgeous, so perfectly submissive.

"Look at me while I use your throat." I growled. "I know you love this."

She moaned at my words, and I felt the vibrations along my cock. I pounded harder into her mouth, enjoying how her tongue would curl around the shaft and head every time I pulled out. I could feel my second orgasm approaching already, and I knew there was no reason to hold it back, nothing to wait for.

But still, I made myself slow down. I could control myself even now. I had to know that.

"Throat or tongue?" I growled.

I slid my cock out of her mouth and let it bounce into the air, flinging a line of her own spit across her face.

"You choose. Do you want me to cum in your throat, or do you want to taste it?" I asked, stroking her face with my thick shaft, further covering her cheek with her saliva.

"My tongue!" she moaned raggedly, "I want to taste it!"

I laughed darkly, and forced my cock back into her mouth.

"Of course you do." I taunted, "You love my cum, don't you?"

She moaned as I resumed my frantic pace, driving myself back to the brink of orgasm in a few short minutes. As she requested, when it was time I pulled out until just my cock head was in her mouth, but then I got a better idea. I pulled out completely, with only the tip resting against her lips.

"Use your hands." I ordered.

She quickly shifted her weight off of her arms so that she could grasp my shaft. She jerked my cock as her tongue poked out and licked the sensitive tip, coaxing me towards ejaculation.

"Don't... swallow." I gasped, "Hold it... in your mouth."

She nodded, wrapping her lips around the head, and I came hard. I stared down at her, the pleasure and feeling of Dominance driving every thought from my head. My second orgasm felt even bigger than the first one, long powerful spurts each accompanied by a wave of mind-numbing pleasure.

My withering cock slipped from between her lips, and I sighed with satisfaction. I thought I'd seen her swallow once or twice while I was cumming, but now she was looking up at me with her cheeks bulged out.

I laughed. It was a big load, but not that big. Her puffed out cheeks were filled with mostly air.

"Open." I ordered.

She looked intensely embarrassed but obeyed, holding her mouth open to let me see all of my thick cum pooled on her tongue. There was more than I thought. I gripped her face, pushing in on her tight cheeks. I put my other finger in her mouth and pressed it against her tongue, sliding the sperm around on it.

"You like that, don't you." I stated, pinching her tongue with my thumb and finger. "You like how it tastes."

She gave a quick, hesitant nod.

"What do you say when someone gives you something you like?" I asked.

She closed her eyes tight, hesitating.

"Jessica." I said darkly, "What do you say?"

She made a barely audible murmur in the back of her throat.

"What was that?" I asked.

She let out a defeated whimper, and tried to speak with her mouth open and with me still holding her tongue.

"Fank ooo." she said, her tongue twitching in my grip.

I sighed as a rush of Dominant satisfaction passed through me.

I smiled.

"You're welcome, slut." I said, removing my finger. "Now swallow it."

She closed her mouth and swallowed my sperm with a loud gulp. She kept her eyes closed for a few seconds. I rested back on my feet, waiting for her to glare up at me with those big, green, vulnerable eyes. I was ready for her to "come down", to desperately cling to me after the intense high of humiliation and submission.

But that's not what happened.

Instead, she opened her eyes, and smiled. She leaned forward and kissed my cock again, gently taking it in her hand.

"Can I have more?" she asked, "Can your slut please have more of your delicious cum, Sir?"

I stared into her wide eyes and my heart pounded in my chest. My tired, sensitive cock was trying to rise again. I didn't answer at first, but kept my expression neutral.

"Please Sir?" she begged, "Please can I suck your cock again?"

She kissed the shaft again, and again. I'd expected this to be too much for her, but I was wrong. It looked like I'd be able to push her even farther than before.

"Go ahead." I sighed, as if this was an inconvenience to me.

I slid my legs out from under me and lay down completely, my head resting on my arms. My urge to dominate had calmed somewhat, so I figured I could relax and enjoy this.

She gripped my cock with both hands and started to bring it back to life.

Her attitude was different than the first time. She moved slowly, deliberately, letting her tongue explore and massage every inch of my flesh, licking and probing, occasionally taking my mostly limp shaft into her mouth for a few gentle sucks.

It was taking a while for me to get hard. After all, it was the third one that night. After maybe ten minutes I still wasn't completely erect. Then, she gripped my cock at the base and tapped it against her cheek. She let out an excited sigh and did it a few more times, bouncing my rubbery shaft off of her cheeks and lips.

My mind was filled with an image of brutally slapping her with my cock, using the weight and size of it to hurt her. Even at my size it wasn't like I'd really be able to hurt her with it, but just the idea of using the cock that she loved to punish her like that was enough to bring me back to full hardness. I'll have to try that some time, I thought.

She used her hands, lips, tongue, and cheeks to gently massage and caress my once again rock hard cock. At any one point there was at least two different sensations happening simultaneously, rubbing or licking or lightly twisting with her dexterous fingers. I let myself make whatever low growls or hums I wanted to, feeling no need to hide my pleasure. I felt myself reach a new level of relaxation, an almost sleep-like trance where all I could feel was the comfort of my body on the bed and the constant, yet wonderfully unhurried worship of my cock.

I don't how long this went on before she finally took me into her throat, but it was a surprising change. The ceaseless variations of pleasurable touches was replaced with one intense surrounding pressure.

She was really getting incredible at this. The first time she sucked my cock she could barely fit a few inches in without gagging, and didn't have the first idea about what would feel good other than just touching it. She'd learned a lot, and seemed to be learning still. She slid me out of her throat and immediately began swirling her tongue around the head, while at the same time bobbing up and down maybe two or so inches each time.

It caused me to groan out loud, which she echoed as if feeling my pleasure with me. I'd never instructed her to do most of this, and I wondered where she'd learned it all. If I hadn't already ejaculated twice in the past hour, I'd likely have reached my peak long before now. She was so smooth in her motions, almost graceful as she took me out of her mouth, only for her hand to immediately grip tightly around the head and start jerking it. From one second to the next I was still receiving some sort of pleasure, and I loved her seamless transitions from motion to motion.

"I realised a few things while I was away." she quietly, speaking for the first time in what felt like hours.

"Oh?" I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"One thing... was that I've been neglecting these." she said, her hand lightly caressing my balls.

I grunted with surprise and my body tensed up. She giggled and took my scrotum in her hand, squeezing ever-so-slightly, just enough to let me really feel the heat and softness of her skin.

"I mean, these have been so good to me." she continued, her voice low and erotic. "Always so full of that delicious cum I love so much."

She began to flex her fingers, gently rotating my heavy orbs. Then, again in one seamless motion, she took her hand away only for it to be immediately replaced by her tongue. Her hand went to join her other one on my shaft, where she hadn't stopped slowly but firmly massaging me with a grip so strong it might have hurt a thinner cock, but felt incredible to me.

She licked all along the sensitive skin of my balls, and the completely new sensation was incredible. She slipped one heavy testicle into her mouth and sucked on it hard before releasing it with a loud pop, then started to circle the other other with her tongue.

I couldn't help but look down at her. My cock was longer than her face, and it almost looked like she was clinging to the shaft for support while she explored my sack. She noticed me looking, and smiled shyly with her tongue still poking out. Blushing, she gave me a long, slow lick from base to tip, moving her hands down to cup my balls with one and grip the base tight with the other. She took the head into her mouth, and sucked hard.

I lay back and let my mind wander. My third erection in a row, on the rare occasion I could get one, usually lasted longer than the other two combined. Of course, that was always when I was alone, and she was doing things I'd never be able to replicate by myself. As it was I knew that I'd be able to climax again in just a few minutes, but I didn't want to.

I tensed my lower muscles and felt the need abate somewhat. This was something I'd always been able to do, and that I'd been practising even more since getting involved with Jessica. I couldn't hold off forever, like she'd proven earlier, but if she kept the same pace I'd definitely be able to last. And she didn't seem to be in any hurry.

The long minutes drifted into one another as she continued her beautifully slow worship, sucking, licking, taking me deep into her throat, and always massaging me a hundred different ways with her soft, slender fingers. I honestly don't know how long this went on for, only that it was probably the longest she'd ever pleasured me, with her mouth or her pussy.

But all things come to an end, and so eventually I had to allow myself release.

"Soon, sweetheart.", was all I said, my voice sounding deep and incredibly relaxed.

She increased the pace only slightly, and kept the tip right against her tongue as her hands gripped harder. A minute or so later I let out a satisfied sigh, and allowed the wave of my pleasure to slowly crest over me. The head was still pressed against her tongue, which was an interesting sensation. I felt her roll her tongue around the tip after I'd finished, cleaning every drop before she swallowed.

"Good girl." I said lazily.

There's really nothing like a long, slow blow-job to just take every ounce of anxiety and stress out of your body.

"Thank you, Sir." she said, still holding my cock.

I considered ordering her to lie down next to me so we could sleep, but she didn't seem to be in any hurry to join me. She kissed my cock a few times, almost tentatively, as if she wasn't sure she was allowed to keep going.

"Easy..." I said softly, "It's really sensitive right now."

"Should I stop?" she asked.

It was very sensitive, but I didn't actually mind the contact.

"No." I said.

I felt her lips bend into a smile against my cock, which made me smile too.

She held my soft, wet cock in her hand, just feeling it's weight. She pressed her lips to the base, where it met my scrotum, and kissed it before licking it firmly. I let out a sharp breath of pleasure. In response, she licked the area frantically then suddenly nibbled on it, causing me to jerk my hips forward in shock. She giggled and licked the sensitive spot again.

"I never get to see it when it's completely soft." she said thoughtfully, kissing along my shaft. "Not for long, anyway. It's still so thick, and so heavy."

She took the shaft in both of her hands, one above the other, and bounced it up and down as if weighing it.

"How did you ever keep this a secret?" she asked, gently massaging my well-used cock. "I mean, don't guys talk about this stuff? There's usually all sorts of rumours floating around about who's big or small, but I've never even heard of anything as big as this."

"Separate stalls... in the locker room." I said with effort, trying to focus on the heat and softness of her fingers.

"Oh, that makes sense." she said, before enveloping the head in her lips again.

I didn't know if she was even still trying to pleasure me any more, or whether she was just satisfying her obsession.

"I mean, I know I've only seen one other penis up close, but it was like..." she gently cupped my balls with one hand and started to caress them. "I don't know, like an infant version of yours. Like you and Mike are a different species or something." she said.

I sighed, and then gasped when I felt my exhausted cock twitch.

"Oh my God!" she said quickly, moving her other hand back to my shaft. "Was that... are you...?"

She sat back and looked down at my cock, then up at me.

"Four times?" she asked, grinning, "Are you going to get hard four times in a row? Is that even possible?"

She loosened her grip on my shaft and began twisting her wrists, creating a light circular pressure with her fingers.

"Lissie was telling us all about this guy she was with a little while ago." she said, her voice soft, "She was so impressed that he could get hard again right after cumming."

She suddenly took my mostly limp cock into her mouth, and into her throat. I couldn't tell if I'd be able to get it up again, and because of the sensitivity there was almost as much exhausted pain as there was pleasure at this point, but she seemed determined to coax me back to life.

"Two whole times!", she exclaimed after my cock slid from her mouth, "And everyone seemed so impressed! I had to stop myself from telling them I know a guy who doesn't even get soft after the first one!"

She kept up her work, licking and sucking and stroking me, and I felt myself stiffen ever so slightly more.

She laughed lightly, eyes fixed on my cock.

"I thought it was so weird how you didn't go soft the first time you used my mouth, that first night." she said, "Mike could never even dream of getting hard a second time. One time after a 30 second hand job, he spent two minutes jerking the little thing, trying to get it up again. I didn't really think anything of it at the time... but it was pretty pathetic now that I think about it. You know, in comparison."

I felt my cock twitch again at her words, and she noticed.

"Oh?" she said looking up at me, "Did you like that? Did you...did you like hearing about how much of a man you are compared to Mike?"

She kissed my cock head, and I felt myself stiffen further. She let out an excited yelp.

"Do you want me to tell you how small he is again, Sir?" she said excitedly, as if she'd discovered some great secret. "About how your limp cock is still twice the size of his hard one?"