Greedy slut

She stands before him, looking into his tear stained face, his eyes brimming, he holds her gaze and she sees his adoration, his surrender in them, and she has never loved him more. She brings her face to his and licks the tears she has caused from his cheeks, kisses his mouth softly, tenderly, feeling his tongue tentatively reach for hers, she sighs into his mouth with pleasure.

As he watches, she slowly takes of her panties. She holds the wetness to his lips, he can smell her, his tongue already licking at it, trying to suck it into his mouth. She laughs softly, “Greedy slut”. She shoves her panties hard into his mouth, down into the back of his throat, he tries not to gag, making a coughing sound.

She runs her palm across his inflamed arse, and feels him twitch. “Every time you sit or move I want you to think of me” she whispers. He already does. He hardly breathes without thinking of her.

She walks behind him again, reaches around his chest and pulls him into her body from the back grinding against his burning arse, reaching around him to torture his nipples. Pinching, pulling, twisting until he moans and squirms, trying desperately to push back harder against her, to increase the contact. She feels his desperation as he tries to fight his bondage.

She reaches for his cock, and strokes it, just once, hard, and is rewarded with a groan as he tries to thrust against her fingers. She swipes the precome at the end of his cock onto her fingers and smears it around his lips. “Lick it clean, boy”, she whispers, and watches as he tries to comply, her panties in his mouth preventing him from bringing his tongue to his lips, he shakes his head, his brow furrowed, he grunts at her softly, she thinks she hears ‘I’m sorry Ma’am’.

She pushes up against him and puts his cock between her legs. “Can you feel how wet you make me?” she whispers. He can barely nod, he groans into the panties, the sensation is so good. She rocks her hips back and forth stroking her clit with his cock, reaching up to him, offering her mouth. He leans down to her, the panties in his throat stop him from kissing her, but still he moves hopefully to her mouth, she can hardly breath, panting into his mouth, concentrating on her clit rubbing against him.

She hangs onto him as she quickens her pace, her soft sounds being swallowed by his mouth. She leans back a little so she can reach his nipples, pinching and twisting them hard enough to make him wince with a sharp intake of breath, his hips thrust forward, fucking against her, he pulls against the cuffs, he is moaning into his gag. She suddenly steps back from him, both of them breathing heavily.

She holds his gaze, catching her breath, she half smiles, he tilts his head, his chest heaving, his look a questioning. She leans down to his nipples, this time with her mouth, her teeth sinking into his flesh and pulling at them, he gasps, she strokes his cock gently with her fingertips, just enough to be frustrating and she is rewarded with a groan and feels him tensing to get more. She pulls her wet panties out of his mouth, grabs his face and pulls him to her, kissing him hard, he strains to get more of her tongue, her face, any part of her into his mouth, on his body. He begs with his grunts and moans and the tension in his body, all of him reaching for more of her.

She releases the kiss, undoes the cuffs at his wrists and ankles and he sinks to his knees in front of her. She walks away from him to the corner armchair, and calls him to her, “Here, boy” he crawls to her, kneels at her feet and waits. He feels her hand in his hair, she pulls his head up to her, he looks her in the eye and runs his tongue around his lips, she smiles, he is teasing her.

She slowly widens her knees and directs his face to her pussy. He moans softly and reaches for her, his mouth slightly open, his tongue out, he can smell her. She holds his face inches from her. “Lick me baby”, she whispers. He reaches forward with his tongue, just touching her wetness, straining against her hand in his hair. He groans in frustration, pulling against her grip in his hair. “Please Ma’am, please”. She holds her grip for what feels like forever, feeling him pulling as hard as he can to get his mouth on her. She finally relents and releases the pressure, and his lips and tongue are immediately on her and it’s soft, hard, rough, sweet, perfect and she thrusts into his mouth, against his tongue and his hands are under her arse holding her into his mouth and she is lost and it goes on forever.

When she comes she arches almost out of the chair, crying out, obsessively repeating a moaning ‘oh oh oh oh…’, he moves with her, keeping her cunt hard against his mouth, and he keeps licking until the waves are finished and even after that and she has to force his face from her. She lies back, her hand in his hair, she catches her breath, holding his face against her thigh, she pets him absently.

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  1. Wow. As usual, I am left a quivering mass of desire. You make it so hard for us, those boys who aren’t able to deal with what arises.This will be one of my particular favorites. Thank you, Ferns.

    1. *laugh* Well thank you, but trust me, my writing is much more perfect than I am. It is the strobe-light version of me that lights up only the most interesting bits in quick-fire flashes.

      Ferns

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