It was too late. Humiliation had polluted my well of lust, as surely as the salinity level had risen in the Murray River to make it all but useless to man and beast.
"Look at me." He said in a soft but commanding voice.
Don't do it. Don't look at him.
"Oh um, I don't think…"
Too late.
He captured my eyes with his and my mind turned into a blur of lust/salinity/Murray River…who actually gives a damn about the Murray River and what the hell is salinity? In the face of all that man meat…who cared about anything at all?
He must have removed his leather and chain harness in the few brief moments where lucidity had tried to regain control of my thought processes, and he stood over me like a wall of muscle, all hard planes and sharp angles and maleness…
oh ye gads!
Normally I would have wondered if I was going to faint but in truth there wasn't much wondering going on in my mind at all.
Meow.
He'd left his leathers on but had undone the laces that held the fly together, which I thought was very considerate of him. As though in a trance, I reached for his hips and felt the hard ridge of corded muscle that framed them under the soft palms of my hands. I felt like I'd been starved for a month and someone had plonked me in the middle of a smorgas board of meat and muscle and soft, long hair stretching from the shell like swirl of his navel and down under his...
Before I knew it, I was combing said hair with my teeth, just as I'd wanted to do to Alan, and I ripped his leathers down over his rock hard, round arse cheeks until the piece de resistance bounced from the confines of his pants and nearly poked me in the eye again.
I gasped… it was the Holy Grail…
A long, throbbing shaft of straining meat and pulsating vein that rose above me and culminated in a glorious, flared, love-heart shaped head, the heat of which I could feel on the tip of my nose. I inhaled deeply, committing the scent of his maleness to memory and I nearly swooned as my senses were overcome with
him
.
He buried his hands in my long thick hair. He didn't push my face toward his dripping cock or anything as coarse as that, but I did know that I wouldn't be able to pull away. It turned me on so bad it wasn't funny. More than anything else, his hands on my head, silently letting me know that he wanted me to take him in my mouth pushed me to the edge of what little sanity I had left.
Unable to resist any longer, I flattened my tongue against the bulging vein that ran the underside of his shaft and dragged myself along it, as though it were a line leading me to better things. He hissed and a loud, long growl, wrung from between his clenched teeth, providing background music of the best sort to accompany my actions. It was better than Coldplay, and I could hardly believe that I was the cause of such a reaction. Me! Mousy, timid, boring Missy had made this fey, godlike creature groan! I wanted to do it again! So I did. I licked my way up the entire length of his straining cock, lapped deliriously at the come dribbling from his piss slit. He groaned again, a number of times and in varying pitches.
I felt like a conductor leading an orchestra, making a musical masterpiece with a mere swirl of my tongue, a nibble of my teeth. I felt…powerful for once, and it turned me on like nothing else. I warmed to the task. Well, that's what I would say I did if I wanted to be delicate. The truth is, that a damn of suppressed desire exploded in my core, literally - it was running down my thighs - and I set upon his fat shaft of throbbing man meat in frenzy. I mouthed his tight sack, wormed my tongue between the balls held within until I could suck one into my mouth and roll it with my teeth.
He was making strangled cries through his pleasure grimaced face, his hands weren't resting so gently on the back of my head anymore and I loved it. It was fascinating, it was almost overwhelming and I started gushing words that even now, I have no idea of their meaning. It was like some secret language of the forgotten Cock Cult and I was merely a devoted disciple. But it was more than that. It was his sheer maleness, so different to me, hard where I was soft, huge where I was well, not…
At last I gripped his dick firmly with both hands and impaled my throat on it. I gagged slightly but I could feel it pulsating and twitching in my mouth and I wanted to swallow as much of it as I could. I pulled off reflexively after my muscles ejected it.
"You're so big..." I murmurred to the one eyed monster.
The tang of pre-cum filled my tastebuds and I growled, I wanted more…and if he wouldn't give it to me I'd suck it out of him! I meant it! I dived over his cock again, relaxing my throat as much as I could. My cheeks hollowed and instinctively, I pumped the base of his cock with my hands, trying to coax more of the delicious stuff out…
Suddenly his hand fisted in my hair and he hauled me to my feet, crushed me almost painfully against his massive barrel like chest. He slammed his lips over mine in a devouring, soul stealing kiss that sucked my breath out of my lungs and my tongue from my mouth. It was possessive almost, if that's the right word, it was almost territorial. It was as though he knew I was his, if only in that moment anyway, and he was taking what he wanted, staking his claim like a dog pissing on a fence.
Ew, not a very romantic analogy…but there it was. And I wasn't going to protest, God no, I would have given it to him on a silver platter! My heart, my body…my soul.
You need to be a little more careful what you wish for, Missy.
Shut up. Go spoil someone else's fun with your meaningless warnings! It wasn't even original!
He shucked his leathers off his legs and pushed the now stretched neckline of my pink dress over the curve of my hips. His hands circled my waist and slid over my thighs. He squeezed my buttocks demandingly and moaned as though he liked what he felt, as though my curves were driving him nuts.
The sound drove me nuts. That's for sure. I had an overwhelming urge to crawl inside him; I just couldn't get close enough. I wanted to bite him, lick him, taste him, squirm all over him and more than anything I just wanted him to shove something inside me. Preferably his cock…preferably repeatedly… it was frightening and exhilarating at the same time. I'd never felt anything like it but while my lust fogged mind may not have known what was going on, my body did and thankfully, it was running on auto-pilot.
I slid my leg up the outside of his hard, ridged thigh and wrapped it around his waist until I could rest my calf on the jutting shelf of his hard round arse. He slid his huge palm under my buttocks and gripped my thigh, high enough so that he could hold it and tease my heated, swollen lips with the tips of his fingers. I moaned into his mouth and he lifted me until I could wrap the other leg around his waist too. I was delirious, overcome with pleasure and need. I thrust my pelvis forward until I could nestle his thick girth between my soaking pussy lips and then I brazenly ground myself against it.
"What do you want, Missy?" He growled in my ear.
Dazed, I lifted my head weakly and my eyes flitted over his beautiful face. His lips were peeled back over his teeth in a silent snarl and I traced them with the tip of my nose, noticing for the first time that his incisors were shaped suspiciously like fangs, but there was just too much to look at to be sure and my eyes settled instead on his pointed ears. Funnily enough, I hadn't noticed them before.