Your small hands undo my belt while I watch, lightly stroking your hair with my fingers while you slide the jeans down my waist and thighs, to the floor. I step out of them, and my body is even closer to where you sit on the edge of the bed. You look up at me with naked eyes, asking for permission. My own eyes drink in your lust as I pull myself through the opening in my boxers. Your eyes are on it now, hungry. But you're not allowed to do it unless I tell you to. You're not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to.
With one hand in your hair, I pump myself to hardness. Inches from your mouth, my swelling tool pulses, warm and smooth and stiff for you. Your mouth is open slightly. I watch your tongue move. My hand in your hair holds you while I tease you with my prick.
"Touch yourself," I whisper, and you look at me again with pleading, watery eyes. "When you're ready you can have it."
I see your hands at your sides, floating with uncertainty. "Take off your panties," I say, and you push them down around your sitting hips with a slight squirm that makes me want to throw you back and nail you then and there, but I don't.
"Put your hands between your legs."
You tuck your fingers into your lap, anxiously finding the dampness of your sex.
I step forward, putting my legs between yours, spreading them wide. My erection brushes your cheek. I pull your hair back gently to make you look at me again.
"Do you want to suck me?"
You whimper and nod. I grasp myself tightly, relishing the tight feeling of arousal jutting from my body. I put it close to your lips, and your tongue dances over them in anticipation. I release myself for a moment, reaching out to touch the pretty face I want to fuck. Wrapping my fingers back around my thickness, I guide it toward your waiting mouth. I take my hand from your hair to pull your chin down...your mouth opens wetly, and I hear your breath coming heavily from an empty throat.
With one hand cradling your cheek, I feed you my manhood piece by piece, savoring the feeling of your pretty lips around my candy cockhead.
You open and close your mouth around the thick tip, then slide your lips down the shaft. I feel your tongue flutter around me, slipping deeper, until you swallow me whole and I fill your throat with cock.
I stroke your neck with my hand, feeling my hardness. I touch your lips with my fingers, feeling where I end and you begin. For a while I let you blow me, watching your wonderful head twist and bob and suck around my rigid flesh. I look down on you, your legs spread wide, your hands between them, fingers curled inside yourself, wishing they were me.
Your pussy wants me and you moan for it, and my breath comes deep and hard as your slutty sounds excite my flesh.
I want it harder now. I put my hands on your head and thrust. Your breath rushes against my skin as I curl my fingers in your hair. And I stop letting you suck me and I fuck your mouth with long, slow thrusts.
Your body quivers while I use it. Your hands are on my legs, on my waist, up your shirt, between your legs.
And then I pull it out, and you gasp a little when the wet, glistening length leaves your open mouth. I let you gasp, and then I firmly lay you back, spread your legs around my waist and take you, all of you. I stretch your arms above your head and bind your hands in mine. I crush your flesh into the bed with heavy strokes, my body taut and hungry, muscles stretching hard and humping crazy rhythms on your curves.
I fold your fuck doll body like a paper flower, opening and closing, opening and closing till it bursts into confetti pleasure, piñata deathstrokes bursting sharply in your loins, the joyous heat of you bringing me to boiling. I express the thrill inside you, stuffing your ecstasy with my bliss. My excited boy explodes between your legs, pumping liquid lust through solid flesh, into your clutching womb. And I have my high moment above the world, while my body confesses to your depths. Hot waves crash loudly, then recede. I pant and sigh and rest my spinning head against your neck, and my mind feels light and clean.
And when the tremors cease, we sleep.