Wandering & Wondering

Her knees were the first to go.

Pinned to the wall, her legs already had limited movement as her pants around her ankles allowed her legs to spread just enough for the hand that was insistently moving inside of her pussy.

She was held up by that hand and the pressure of his other hand very lightly around her throat with enough room for him to leave his brand at the top of her shoulder with his tongue. One areola was out of her bra as he forced her to submit by sucking it until she relented. He kept whispering what he was going do to her later and her normal ability to turn words into irrefutable logic escaped her. She turned into a series of grunts and moans and a deep longing for him to turn off her mind and have him use her body for his fantasies.

Somewhere around the fourth (or was it fifth) orgasm, her knees could no longer hold her up and bucked under the weight of his insistence that she cum again as her body became jelly. He demanded her body’s response and like the musician he was changed his finger notes with each wave of her walls. She was overloaded. She couldn’t see, but felt his locs tickle her lips and could smell his cologne and his arousal. Whatever flashed through her mind as they had their exchanges that led up to this couldn’t even begin to compare to the actual feeling of his hands inside of her.

And her knees.

She slid down into onto them as she inhaled. Coffee…dark and expertly brewed. That is what the fold between his thigh and dick smelled like. His smell woke her up as much as her normal first cup in the morning. And just like when she took that first sip, she sighed deeply as she opened her mouth. What was it about feeling that mushroom head in her mouth that made her have yet another orgasm? She sighed again to allow him to get deeper inside letting all of her practice sessions drop her tongue. Back, around and shifting the pressure to create a wet, soft vacuum. Since he used his words to twist puzzles to beats, she wanted to hear him reduced to the feeling of her lips and his pleasure. To have him growl and sing her name along with her praises of just how much she was turning him on. She licked back and forth and covered her teeth so that she could use her mouth to fuck with him just as much as his fingers fucked with her a few minutes before. She tickled his balls and grazed the outline of his pucker with her wetting it with her initials. He grabbed her head and held it as he moved in and out. It couldn’t all fit, but she kept trying to take it in deeper and deeper because she was already on the floor and close to tapping out. She felt the pressure build in her pussy the more he grabbed her head. He pulled out with a ferocious roar and she sucked his balls as he came all over her face. She felt the build up in knees again. She looked up, licking cum from her lips, saying “thank you sir.” He smiled, snapped the picture, and replied “good girl.”