What it Sounds Like: Part III

Continued from What It Sounds Like: Part II

He leans back and watches her, expressionless. She takes a deep breath, climbs to her knees and crawls over to him, shaking. Her lip trembles; her eyes are cloudy with lust and her lids heavy. She opens her mouth and slips his hard cock deep into her throat.

He groans, watching her, “Ummm.”

In front of him, her hips shake; her pussy is still leaking and she can taste herself on him, warm and saltysweet. She slides her mouth up and down his dick, sucking him hard and rhythmically, lips and chin soaked.

He smiles and watches her, running his fingers through her hair. She moans, palming his balls and squeezing them gently, digging her nails into his thigh to steady herself.

“Good girl,” he says, as she slurps and gulps, taking jagged panting breaths while her tongue circles his dick. She can hear nothing, see nothing, feels only a full mouth and deliciously used pussy.

“Come on girl, don't hold back, suck it hard,” he orders her. She whimpers and sucks, swallowing difficultly around his huge dick, sliding him deeper. He continues to stroke her hair, his hand flat on her head, fingers stretched out, slowly massaging her scalp. Eyes watering, she squeaks, not wanting to stop for air.

“Ohh, don't hold back, slut, do it right,” he says, exasperated. Suddenly her head is forced down, his cock pushing against the back of her mouth and sliding down her throat. She whimpers.

“Do it right now, like a good girl.”

He grabs a handful of her long hair and guides her head up and down his cock, sadistically scrutinizing her as she squirms and gasps for oxygen. She digs her nails deeper into his thigh, sure she's broken skin, her cheeks pink and hallow, blushing. She shakes her head, looking up at him, terrified.

He snorts in disgust, but pulls her head up sharply, tugging her hair, and letting her take a few breaths.

“Breath now, slowly,” he nods, as she gasps and coughs, sucking air quickly. Too few moments pass but he pushes her head back down forcefully, his cock sliding past her lips and to the back of her throat, “If I'm not satisfied, you'll pay, little one.”

She leans back down, mouth dripping and nods, strangling his cock with her tongue cruelly. He bites his lip and moans; she has to please him, has to, her release depends on it. She sucks violently, saliva dripping down her neck, tasting herself in the back of her throat.

“Mmmmm,” he groans, his cock swelling and throbbing with the warmth of her mouth, wet as her dripping pussy. She cups his balls, holds them, rolls them between her fingers, slurping him noisily.

“Ok, I'm close. Stop,” he demands. She groans, pussy swollen. His hands sink into her hair and he drags her head up; she gasps loudly, wiping her mouth.

“Sit on it. Quickly!” he instructs. She doesn’t need to be told twice, her pussy numb with craving. She climbs on top of him and grabs his dick, eagerly. He smiles.

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs, stroking it firmly, twice.

“I won't let you be on top often, little one,” he promises, “So, enjoy it. Now. Quickly.”

She whines shamelessly, steps around him and crouches down, sliding his thick, hard cock into her juicy slit, “Ohhhhhhhh. Ye-yes yes Sir.”

She rocks gently on his lap, feeling him deep inside of her, tremblingly close. He is infatuated with her lust; he looks down at his cock sliding into her pussy, and watches as the juices run down onto his balls and lap. She wants him deeper and leans forward on her knees, placing her hands on his chest and grinding against his dick.

“Oh fuck, oh fuckfuck,” she cries as he explores her lips grinding against the base of his cock. He smiles, thinking she’s never looked so slutty or so incredible. She moans, head back, ass softly slapping against his balls.

He rocks his hips against her, pushing deep into her willing cunt, deftly fucking her as she grinds against him. She rides him diligently, squealing and whimpering, easily near cumming all over his wet lap. He can tell; he sits up slightly, his ass moving up the bed, bringing her with him.

“Fuck, Sir, I can't last…fuck fuck,” she whines; he leans his head against the wall and watches her.

“No!” he insists, “Not yet.”

Continued with What It Sounds Like: Part IV