Man-Child Pt. 04

Yes, I realize it has been some time since I had posted anything, you'll just have to forgive me. Sometimes life has a tendency of getting in the way and I'm not immune to such. I'm sure that there are times you are not able to get on this website, read all the filth that we writers post and masturbate until you're satisfied. An ugly fact of life, folks - we can't always be immersed in our sexual fantasies, perversions and fetishes - though deep in my heart I feel this world would be a much better place if we did. Suffice it to say, I am back though for how long you have me remains to be seen - life just might snatch me up and disappear with me deep into the woods again.

So where did I leave you....ah yes, my beloved man-child - my greatest work of art. It's not everyday that we stumble across such a specimen worthy of our time and energy, someone willing to shed years of sexual misconceptions and misdirection - someone eager to learn all that you can teach them thus creating the ultimate fuck toy for you and an incredible attentive lover for their future partners. He relished being under my guidance, never questioned my direction once I showed him what can truly be offered and as for myself - I would be remiss if I lied to you, I reveled in his newfound prowess.

I often think back to that massive blow I had given him in my previous story and grin at the fact that I didn't just ease that door open, I blew the fucking hinges off of it. We never spoke about it in the days, weeks and months after I had slipped my fingers deep into his ass, but I made it a point every time I had my mouth around his meat to repeat it - each time getting the same response. His loads were getting enormous as I continued to stroke and caress that one very intimate spot on a man's body - their ultimate g-spot as I am fond to call it. There were times I wouldn't be able to swallow it all and would have to pull my mouth away, allowing him to finish off on my tits, face or in my hair. He certainly wasn't quiet about it when he did blow that way, screaming, moaning and panting to the top of his lungs he would string together incoherent sentences in some desperate attempt to convey that not only was he liking what I was doing but that he wanted more. And who am I to refuse that kind of ecstatic release to my Greek god, I would give him more and more - completely drunk and stoned out of my mind when my mouth was full of cock. I did say in my earlier pieces that I am an oral fiend, didn't I? If I didn't, well - you should have known that by now or at least had some thought that I was.

It was very late one hot summer night that I was alone and craving his cock that I called him and told him he had ten minutes to get to me. I didn't even get a 'bye' or 'see you in ten minutes' - the line simply went dead and I grinned as I hung up the phone. I slipped into the shower to quickly rinse off before his arrival when an unsettling thought crept up in my brain and sent a shiver down my body - I think we all know that being addicted to something has its merits, I love hot cock in my mouth and down my throat - so much so that it is an addiction and as crazy as this sounds, there's a quiet sense of relief when I'm able to wrap my lips around one and suck it until it explodes. But what got me to stop was one simple fact....

In my work all these months we had become addicted to each other - almost to the point of obsession. The question that still remains in my mind was who had the deeper obsession?

I looked at the time and noticed only a couple of minutes had ticked off - clearly this was going to be the longest eight minutes of my life so I quickly wrapped a towel around me, ran a comb through my hair and padded into the living room....five minutes to go. I lit a cigarette, slipped into the kitchen and contemplated where in the house I wanted to suck him off - leading up to this moment there wasn't a room, floor, wall, piece of furniture that wasn't marked by our incessant fuck sessions. For a moment, I thought about meeting him outside and suck him off in the front yard - as late as it was the chances of getting caught was slim to none and even if we did have a voyeur or two, it wouldn't have stopped me from fucking up his little early morning world. I can be quite the exhibitionist if I am in the right mood.

My thinking obviously took me out of reality for a bit, I was standing in the kitchen when I heard the door suddenly slam and my name called out. I looked at the time - he had two minutes to spare...good thing he wasn't known to be a quick shooter under extreme circumstances, such as my mouth wrapped around him or he was sinking into my tight, wet pussy. I then made a mental note not to give him that small of a time frame for future reference - under mundane circumstances it takes him fifteen minutes to get to me, he must have broken a half dozen laws to get to me. Granted, there probably wasn't a helluva lot of traffic at that particular hour but he could have gotten into an accident. Unacceptable behavior you cock crazed bitch - get your act together, would you please!

It was then the question popped into my head again - who had the deeper obsession?

The only light on in the house was the hall light so when he stepped into the kitchen, I almost lost total and complete control of my facilities - ALL of them. My Greek god's darkened silhouette ramped up my need for him by a thousand - he clearly jumped out of bed and straight into his car without getting dressed, he wore his nighttime boxers and I could clearly make out the outline of his gorgeous cock as it strained against the thin material. It was a beautiful sight, awe-inspiring and downright lethal.

I needed a few long seconds to gather my wits and thoughts about me, so I made him stand in the kitchen doorway while I worked on cooling myself down enough to keep control of the situation. I look back on it now and realize that at any moment he could have taken all control away from me and even of me - remember that I said early on that I usually am not a dominant person in bed. To the contrary, under the right pair of hands (and gorgeous blue eyes) - I am extremely submissive, very much enjoying the role that my man-child had been in those early years of our relationship. Truthfully, I had it in mind to groom the perfect dominant for myself, relinquishing command of the situation when I felt the time was right. It would come years later, however as I would eventually understand the full extent of what being dominant entails. The role reversal definitely played a deeper part to my submissiveness after we parted ways, I saw the almost spiritual meaning to the subtle give and take in a dominant/submissive relationship and an understanding why it is that dominant men can turn me inside out.

He finally spoke in the deepening silence between us, I was again lost in the question that plagued me in those early morning hours and would continue to plague me even now. Asking if I was okay and hearing the quiet concern growing in his voice, I felt a guilty tug in my brain that I was losing myself to the not so quiet voice in my head. I looked over at him, taking in the sight of my shadowy obsession and gave myself over to it as I said nothing to him, I merely grasped a firm hold of his cock and quietly led him down the hall to the bedroom - snapping off the light as we passed the light switch.

Just as we entered the bedroom, he again asked if I was okay and I responded quickly by pushing him gently onto the bed and mounted him. The voice in my head finally silenced as I pulled his boxers down, releasing his amazing cock in full glory as he pulled the both of us up to the top of the bed. I wasted no time as I crawled down his legs, positioning myself between them and quickly sunk my mouth onto his hardness - moaning deep as I finally felt that relief. I heard him inhale sharply and then curse the situation as I began to work as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, his legs already beginning to tremble beside me. I was determined to feel the tip in the back of my throat and was making substantial progress when I was suddenly derailed as I felt his hands tighten in my hair. The thought of being distracted from my goal irked me enough that I quickly released my mouth hold and climbed back up his legs as I reached for the belt of my robe. Before he could react, I tied his hands to the bedposts, pulled my towel from me in a huff and repositioned myself between his legs, my mouth again wrapped around his cock.

Finally free from his distracting hands, I worked his cock in and out of my mouth for several long moments as he moaned and trembled under me. I would occasionally feel him pull at his hands, attempting to break free as he cussed me out, then beg for more almost in the same breath. My mouth watered constantly as I sucked and licked his cock, driving the both of us mad as I would mouth fuck him in one instant then lick his entire length and tip in another. I dipped down occasionally to lick and suck his balls then quickly plunge down on his cock and when I was finally able to feel the tip tickling the back of my throat, I started to tremble, moan and pant with him.

I kept this assault on his cock for almost a solid hour, bringing him to the brink of a massive orgasm before I would pull back and let it subside. He started calling me a bitch under his breath as I teased him relentlessly, his body trembling so hard on so many occasions that the bed would vibrate against the wall and floor. As much as a blow-job is for men, for women like myself that are obsessed with it - in those instances it's more for us than you - sorry to burst your bubble....or in his case, not burst his.

I took a quick breather, lifting my head completely from his cock as I took it in both of my hands and worked them up and down. He cussed me out as I let my hands work over his heavy meat as I caught my breath, grinning in the dark as I felt him lift and lower his hips. I had him so worked up that when he spoke, it was completely incoherent - words were missing or out of order and when he realized he wasn't making sense, I reduced him to mere grunts and groans. His cock was entirely too hard, too thick and throbbing so much that I knew when he did cum, it was going to be the longest, deepest and loudest he had ever experienced. It was then that I did something that he certainly wasn't expecting and I knew the neighbors were going to hear all about it. With my hair down to my waist, I released his cock and gathered it in one hand, carefully bent over him and wrapped it around his cock. He did as I expected, shouting loud enough the neighbors three blocks over could have heard if they had been awake and I began stroking his length with a firm grip. His trembling transformed to violent shaking and bucking as I kept stroking his cock with my hair and he seemed to get some form of rational thinking going and begged me to stop teasing him and that he was going to cum in my hair if I didn't.

It was then I wrapped my mouth around his cock and if there was ever a time you can actually hear a person's brain snap in two, it was that moment for my man-child. He grew incredibly quiet save for deep, rhythmic panting and I knew I had efficiently scrambled his brain, I knew he was trying to concentrate on which sensation was driving him insane - the soft feel of my hair, the feel of my hot, wet mouth or both. It mattered only softly to me as I mouth fucked him, my hair covered hand working up and down at the same time. He would withstand this onslaught for only so long, when I felt his cock begin to thicken, I quickly released him and sat up.

I would keep this up for a very long time - first wrapping my hair around his cock, stroke him, then wrap my mouth around it and fuck until he was about to cum and then release him entirely to cool down. He stopped talking completely at that point, giving himself over to the higher power that was sitting between his legs and torturing his cock repeatedly. I was actually surprising myself that morning, even under the best circumstances I would have finally shown mercy and allow him to blow his load wherever I felt it appropriate then promptly crawled up his body and sat on his face, but I hadn't yet. He would have shown his gratitude by eating and licking my pussy until I had several orgasms, relishing the feel of my clit exploding in his mouth or the way my muscles would contract and release around his tongue as he buried it as deep as he could.

I briefly looked out the window at that point and saw just the faintest of light in the sky, I knew that dawn would be breaking soon and I had tortured him long enough. He was actually due to spend the morning with me helping me paint my office and I pushed that chore to the afternoon - he was going to need some time to recover. I looked down at him for a brief moment and smiled - his body still trembling under me I could just barely begin to make out the tension in his arms, chest and torso as I listened to him pant and moan. I ran my hand up and down his belly and chest, marveling at his well defined muscles and tickling the prominent eight pack. It was a gorgeous specimen of man I had in my bed and I couldn't help but feel a small swell of pride over the fact that I had lured him into it.

I wasted no more time and quickly swallowed his cock again, listening to him growl as he pushed his hips up. I settled into my finishing rhythm, punishing my mouth, jaws and back of my throat as I fucked him as deep and hard as I could. Realizing that this time he was going to cum, he found his voice and began thanking god repeatedly and loudly, his hips rising high as I pushed my mouth down, the bed now swaying and banging the wall. Even at the pace I had set, it was still going to take a little more time than he had anticipated so I quickly moved into position while we fucked, settling deeper between his legs and reached under my pillow to retrieve the last weapon I was going to use on him that morning.

Still a minute or two away from his orgasm and more than enough time to get myself ready, I slipped it gently up to his ass and applied gentle pressure. No bigger than my two fingers and round, he assumed that it was my hand and relaxed as I had taught him. He grunted hard as he felt it slip past his spot and I began easing it in and out as I worked my mouth up and down. He growled deep that he was going to cum and I fucked his cock and ass deeper and longer - milking the mother load out of him at a steady pace. The very second his cock thickened I pushed into his ass one final time, angled my hand to apply pressure to his spot, turned it on and held onto him tight.

I know what you're thinking - how rude of me to insert a small vibrator into his ass but as I said in my earlier story, you honestly do not know what you are missing if you've never had your spot stroked by expert fingers and you are clearly missing out on one of the most explosive and complete orgasms of your life if you've never felt a vibrator tickle that very same spot. Before our relationship was over, the man-child grew not to just appreciate that spot but crave the sheer power of his orgasms when I stroked it - as I said earlier, the prostate is the man's g-spot and I know how to manipulate it quite well. Very lucky for him if you know what I'm talking about - no?

The force of his orgasm was impressive when it hit, he let out a loud scream as his hips hit the bed hard and his cock literally exploded from the sheer mass of his load. I swallowed as much as I could as he continued to cum, then tore my mouth away, grabbed his cock and allowed him to finish all over my tits which took some time as his balls would continue to empty their contents for several moments. He gave up the last remaining drops with deep groans and his entire body slicked with sweat.

I didn't give him any time to recover, now that I had gotten my fill of his cock it was time for me to stop playing around. I slipped the vibrator from him and quickly climbed up his body and straddled his head. He knew what I wanted and groaned deep to give him my pussy and I did, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head towards my open legs as I settled myself down. I moaned loud and shivered hard as I felt that glorious tongue of his slip across my clit and I pulled his head deeper into my pussy as I grabbed the headboard.

It wouldn't take long for him to have me moaning and panting above him, my hips suddenly taking on a mind of their own as I rocked them back and forth across his tongue. I told him I was going to cum and he immediately shoved his tongue as deep as he could into my slit, tongue fucking me with every inch of excitement he could give me before he slipped it free and began beating on my clit. I came hard and heavy, almost losing my grip of the headboard as I arched my back, my orgasm threatening my sanity and every last inch of my body. I shivered and moaned as he kept licking my exploding clit, spreading my legs wider to accept his beating tongue and holding onto his head for dear life.

He would eat me off to a couple more orgasms, each one wearing me out and wearing me down, finally satisfying the ever present lust for the man I had that morning. When I finally climbed off of his face and untied his hands, we both collapsed on the bed hard, our bodies still deeply throbbing and covered in sweat. The sun finally broke on the horizon, bathing both of us in the warm red glow of a new day. We both were exhausted and it didn't take long for him to slip to sleep, almost in the same position that I had put him in. I could have slept myself but I am one that once the sun breaks and I am awake, I am up for as much of the day as I can take. I slipped off of the bed gently, retrieved the clothes that I wanted to wear for the day and quietly walked into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

Wonderful doesn't describe how the water felt that morning and I would spend almost a half an hour languishing in its feel. I didn't want to get out when the time came but I did anyway - the sudden need for iced coffee was too powerful to ignore. I dressed in a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a tank top, piled the endless wet curls on top of my head and slipped into the kitchen to start my day. I got the familiar cold chill across my skin and down my spine as I sipped on my iced breakfast and smoked a cigarette, the voice that had been silent suddenly beginning to whisper that same fucking question.

It still haunts me to this day.