Page 304 of S is for SEX

“And you’re leaving your shoes on?” I asked as I looked up at his torso.

He was massive and tattoos littered his upper body, randomly placed on his arms, chest, torso and ribs. He stood in the center of the floor stroking his cock and smiling as he looked down at his Chuck’s.

“Well, I can’t Chuck Fuck without ‘em, now can I?” he asked.

“Uhhm. No,” I responded.

My pussy was uncomfortably wet.

I walked the few steps which separated Ripp from me, and kicked my shoes off as I approached him. With each step, I could feel the wetness between my legs. I’ve always joked a wet pussy knows what a mind won’t always admit. My wet pussy knew it wanted his pierced cock inside of it. As I closed the gap between us, Ripp smiled.

He was as big of a man as I had actually ever seen, and covered in tattoos. His head was smooth shaven, and his muscles flexed when he walked. I’ve been going to MMA fights for five years, met a lot of fighters and watched many fights. I have never seen anyone punch as fast as he did when he fought Monkey or hit as hard with the punches he threw. There was something about him, something was just…

Adorable.

“Can I suck it?” I asked as I knelt in front of him.

“Well, I sure as fuck ain’t gonna bitch about it if you do,” he laughed as he looked down at his cock.

“I didn’t know with all of the, well…the stuff in it,” I whispered as I reached out and wrapped my hands around it.

“It’s still just a cock. If you’re scared…” he began.

“I’m not scared,” I said assuredly as I carefully reached for his cock.

As I wrapped my fingers around his cock, I grinned. My fingers wouldn’t completely make it around the circumference of the shaft. I stared in awe, wondering if it would even fit inside of me - and if so - what it would feel like. Gripping it, I glanced at my wrist and compared it to the size of his cock.

The exact same.

“You know what’s cool about you having little bitty hands?” Ripp asked as he looked into my eyes.

“Huh? What’s that?” I stammered.

“Your little hands make my cock look huge,” he chuckled.

“Your cock is huge,” I laughed.

Unable to last another moment, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the shaft and flicked my tongue against his Prince Albert piercing. When I did, I looked upward to see his reaction. I watched as he placed his hands on his hips, leaned back, and began to moan.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Holy shit, girl. You know your way around a cock, don’t ya?” he groaned as he looked down and bit the side of his lower lip with his teeth.

Pleased he was enjoying my mouth on his cock, I slowly slid my lips up and down, feeling the little steel shafts bumping against my lower lip as I worked my mouth up and down the length of his cock.

“Did that sound bad? I didn’t mean it to,” he chuckled as he looked down again.

His cock still in my mouth, I shook my head lightly and opened my eyes a little wider. The little pieces of metal in my mouth were starting to make me even more excited. Feeling them slide past my lips and along my tongue reminded me they were there. The constant assurance made me start to wonder how good they would feel as they popped their way in and out of my wet pussy. Surely the girth of his cock would make the jewelry much more enjoyable. Sucking it was starting to make me extremely and uncomfortably wet. I reached under the hem of my dress with my left hand, slid my fingers into my panties, and rubbed my index finger against my clit. The excitement and intensity of everything made me shudder.

“Wet as fuck, ain’t it?” he half whispered as he rocked his hips back and forth.

I nodded my head and forced my tongue against his piercings. His size, muscles, tattoos, good looks, childish nature and huge pierced cock had become more than I could take. I forced two fingers into my pussy as deep as I could as I sucked his cock slowly. As my fingers slid in knuckle deep, I closed my eyes and moaned against his cock.

“Whoa. Bored? You fucking bored?” the question came out in a half angry groan.

I opened my eyes and looked up at his face.

“If you close your eyes when you’re sucking my cock, I gotta think you’re bored. That’s one of my rules, sister. Stand up,” he commanded in a sharp definitive tone as he reached for my armpits.

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