If I were gonna deep-throat a bitch, here’s how I’d do it:
Early in the morning is a good time, or when she hasn’t eaten for a while. She’s always hungrier for it on an empty stomach.
First, I lie on my back and let her have her fun with it. Give her the control. Give her the illusion of control. Hopefully, she can suck a good dick and at least get me hard. She’ll need some general encouragement sometimes, like “You like that, don’t you, you dirty fucking whore.” Some instruction, some corrections, some positive reinforcement when it’s been properly earned: “Good fucking girl.” At some point, I grab her head in my hands and thrust just a little harder than I know she can take it, just to demonstrate her inadequacy.
But eventually, it’s time to change position.
I tell her to lie on her back. No matter how good she was, I say it like I’m impatient with her amateur attempt to get me off so she’ll be off balance and desperate to make up for it. I stretch out above her as if to do a sixty-nine, but with a pillow over her pussy. The pussy is not the point here and only serves as a distraction from the task at hand.
She’s well-trained and knows to tilt her head back, turned slightly to one side, but I don’t give it to her yet. I tease rus escort her lips with the head of my dick, giving her a chance to beg for it. “Please, Sir! I want your cock in my mouth so bad. I want to taste your cum. I want all of it. Please can I have some more?” She flicks it with her tongue and kisses it, her whole body twisting in anticipation.
Rocking forward, I give her just the head, in and out in perfect metronomic rhythm. She swirls her tongue around it like a pro, suckling and sighing with delight. She’s salivating in a very gratifying way, like a dripping wet pussy. As I gradually thrust deeper, she adjusts the angle of her head to take it, laving with her tongue and opening her mouth wide. I tell her to open wider, even though I know she can’t. But god damn it, she tries anyway. What a good fucking girl.
By this time, her mouth’s too full to beg for it verbally, so she does so with her hands, grabbing my hips and trying to pull me in deeper. But she’s not the driver here. I am. I’ll give it to you when I’m goddamn ready, you cum-thirsty bitch.
Her mouth is so wet, she can’t stop the slurping sounds. It gets warmer the deeper I go. Finally, I reach that tight spot. That point of resistance. sincan escort The one where she has to really relax her tongue and throat to let me through. The one where my rock hard cock has to twist just a little in order to fit. I reach my hand under the pillow to stroke her very, very wet pussy with one finger through her panties. She immediately, convulsively arches her back, moaning around me for a split second before I thrust into her tight fucking throat, blocking her airway.
Quickly, I pull back. Both the dick and the finger. Her hard nipples scrape against me as her chest heaves with longing. Mouth still full of my bulging cock, she tries to beg anyway. It sounds like some wet, muffled version of “Please, more. Please!” She tugs at my hips for emphasis.
“You want more of that, you cock-sucking whore?” She gives me a muffled affirmative. So I give it to her.
Simultaneously slipping two calloused fingers inside her panties, I push my dick into her throat with a pop. I pop it in and out, over and over, drawing circles on her pussy lips with my fingers and gently stroking her clit with my thumb. She’s so busy writhing in ecstasy that she convulsively grabs my hips and pulls my cock sıhhiye escort way deeper into her own throat.
Now I’m thrusting all the way in and back out. I mean, she’s gotta breath sometime, right? Her intermittent slurping/gagging/moaning sounds are totally out of control. And I’m beyond critiquing her. She’s taking it like a champ. All I can say is “Oh, fuck yeah, Baby. Take it. Just like that.”
As I get closer, I know she can feel it. She can feel the hardening. The quickening. She starts to vibrate with excitement. Her movements become more frantic with desperation for my cum. The first pump is deep down inside her. But I pull back a little for the second one. I want her to taste it. Then I just pump her hard until I’m done. I pull out slowly so she can suck off every drop.
I sit up on my knees. Her face is red and wet with spit and the sweat of my balls. Her hair is a tangled wet mess. I know she didn’t come and I don’t care. Neither does she. She smiles at me radiantly. “Thank you, Sir!” She sits up on her knees in front of me. “Did I do alright?” she asks with some genuine uncertainty, trying in vain to fix her hair and wipe her face with shaky hands.
I grab her face in one hand, squeezing her cheeks hard to make sure I have her attention. “Next time, don’t forget the balls,” I growl. Then, patting her face hard enough to make her see stars, I say “But it was a good effort.”
“I’ll do better next time, Sir. I promise.”
“Fuckin’ right you will, you dumb fucking slut. Go wash up, you filthy whore, and be ready to try again in an hour.”