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Oh god. Oh god.

His cock hung in front of me. Long, thick, the skin smooth. The foreskin was already pulled back by the tension of his erection, exposing the pink mushroom tip.

“Tell me, kitten, have you ever been in this position before?”

“No,” I said honestly. The few guys I’d ever been with had been younger. All they knew was missionary position, and the only blow jobs I’d given had happened on couches, in dorm rooms, after parties where I’d had enough beer to dull my senses. I barely remembered what I’d done to get them off.

I breathed in, trying to slow down my pounding heart. What if he didn’t like what I did? Would he hurt me?

He pulled a pillow down and lifted my head to sneak it under me. All the while, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his cock. It twitched with his heartbeat at random times, and when he reached for the pillow it swung up, grazing my cheek.

“If you try anything to hurt me, I’ll kill you,” he said. “I’m being nice, kitten. I could just leave you here and go get my release elsewhere.”

“No,” I whispered, thinking of the man on the table, the knife dripping with blood. “Don’t. Please don’t.”

“Then make me want to stay here with you.”

With that, he cupped his hand around the back of my head and lifted me slightly. He slid his cock into my mouth and I panicked. Gagging, I coughed and jerked my head back. I looked up, worried, but he was smiling.

“Relax your tongue, kitten,” he said.

I did what he said, and when he put his cock into my mouth again it slid in smoothly. As he thrust farther in, the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered but I kept my tongue down.

“Ohhh,” he moaned.

I might have thought that he was faking, but his cock, already stiff, hardened and grew in my mouth. He slid himself out, and I let my lips cover his head as he rocked out of me just barely, then rocked back in.

The hand that he used to steady the back of my head spread out, his fingers twining through my hair. It felt like when he was giving me a shampoo, a gentle caress completely at odds with the hard cock that slid forward and filled my mouth. I whimpered when he thrust too far, and he grinned as he pulled out.

He took his cock in his hand and let the tip touch my lips, the sticky precum mixing with the saliva on my already moistened lips. I breathed in and could feel him tense as the cool air moved over his cock.

“Easy, now. You’re doing so well. Suck the tip, kitten.”

I accepted his cock eagerly, knowing now that I wouldn’t be gagged. I closed my eyes and moved my tongue in circles over his smooth skin. Trying to remember all of the tips I’d read in my sister’s dumb Cosmo magazines.Flick the tongue against the tip. Make a seal with your lips around the whole head and suck. Breathe through your nose.My tongue was starting to hurt.

“Kitten.”

I opened my eyes and looked up to see him frowning at me. My heart sank.

“What are you doing?”

“I—I’m trying…”

“Pretend that it’s me licking you,” he said sternly. “What do you want me to do to you?”

Everything. The word died in my mouth. Instead of letting me talk, he slid his cock back into my mouth.

Yes. What he would do to me. I closed my eyes again, thinking of how he’d teased me. How he’d tormented me. I let my tongue slide out, exploring the circumference of his thick cock. When I touched the bottom of his head with the tip of my tongue, I felt him tense up and gasp above me.

There. I pressed my tongue to the base of his head. There was a ridge, bumped underneath, and I slid my mouth down to that place, sucking hard, letting my tongue flick out again and again. I traced the ridge, following it in a circle. Letting it take me wherever it wanted to go. Soft kisses on the fleshy part of the tip, breaths to cool him down, then back to kissing.

I wanted him so badly now. Thinking about his tongue down between my thighs, doing what I was doing, I twisted with desire. My body was already hot under the dress, and I wondered if he would take it off when I was done, if he would take me. I sucked harder, the way I imagined he would, and it made him groan above me.

His weight shifted forward and I took him into me farther, letting my tongue slip down to the base of his cock. My throat jerked at the touch of his cock when he was so far in, but I forced my body to relax, to take him farther. He moaned and moaned. Tied up, I couldn’t touch myself, but I was getting so turned on by listening to his responses that I thought I could come in an instant if he’d touch me there, even once.

On top of me, he began to rock. I felt the rhythm that he wanted and matched it. His hand supported my neck, and I relaxed into his grip, letting him slide into me as far as he wanted, my tongue lapping at the base of his cock each time he withdrew. His fingers were hot and damp with sweat, and I could feel him grow hotter against my chest as well, even through the dress.

My legs were tied apart, and it killed me to not be able to push my thighs together, to have any pressure down there. His thick hard cock moved faster and faster and all I could think about was how I wanted him down between my legs, how I wanted his tongue, his cock inside of me. I moaned along with him and felt his shivers as my mouth trembled against him. My lips gripped him tightly, sucking and licking at the same time. This, this was what I wanted. Yes, this. This—

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