The rhythmic perfection of this dance continued, quite independent of me, I really had no idea for how long. I was in an altered state of consciousness. That Black and white image before me now blurred as she continued to work my cock, somehow hard after all these orgasms and body shaking spasms that moved me about. My hands were now behind my head, comfortable on the pillows, more just 'being' than directing or even watching. It felt real good. Freedom. Completeness, yet clearly the theater was not over.
Wishing for some clarity, I asked, "Did my girl shoot a load, or is that cock ring holding you back?"
She answered, without missing a stroke, "Oh Daddy, I am so in the moment being your girl, a hard working Black bitch, loving your cock's capacity for so many orgasms--I think I'm saving mine to feed Daddy. Just tell me when you want it, I'll straddle your face politely, and feed you real good."
"Feed me now cunt, ease off my cock giving the head one last butt squeeze, then turn around and suck every last drop out of it. Let your hair fall forward while you milk my dick. I want to see that white hair in motion when you bring your cock up to my mouth and let go. Straddle me, hands on the wall. Just give your cock permission to finally let go, and let it feed your Daddy on its own. Later I'll tell you to stroke its full length, and pump the rest of your come straight into my mouth." I was growling softly, quietly, but she heard and she moved with immediacy, and delicate feminine grace. First to suck my cock, then to start the feeding.
The vision was new and incredible, her white hair falling on my stomach as she sucked my cock of its last drops. A good hard suck. As she moved up to feed my face, the stockings rubbed either side of my chest, while a giant Black cock with a heavy chrome cock ring was aimed at my now open mouth. The head of her cock felt my breath, and replied shooting a load straight in. For a minute I gulped, what a taste, and it just kept coming as she periodically twitched and jerked, shooting on my face. I pulled her butt toward me with both hands, and took the head in my mouth and sucked. Her hands were planted on the wall, she was groaning with relief as her pelvis shook and gyrated, while the unloading continued. I kept a tight suck hold on that fat Black head, but watched the Black shaft and that monster chrome ring inches away the whole while. A delicious taste and vision, all new, so pretty. And the come kept coming, now dripping from my mouth, face splattered as I gulped and sucked hard.
As her gyrations slowed down, and the shots subsided, out of her whole being came a sound of happy exhaustion. She knew she had butt-jacked me real good with her pussy, what a girl, and still fed me the load of a lifetime. Time passed. Slowly she slid down from the wall. That Black cock slipped out of my mouth. Her white hair grazed my face as she fell into my arms, after licking the come off my face. "Oh Daddy, I hope I was a good girl, I so loved jacking your cock with my pussy. I never came so good, the wait was both difficult and exquisite. I hope I didn't drown you?"
I too was spent, but responded, "Honey, you were Daddy's best girl ever, and that load was epic. I loved that role-play, your stockings, so pretty, and that white hair against your strong lean Black body. Just lie here, catch your breath, be my girl." She snuggled up to me, just like a girl. And though she was one tall girl, I sure didn't feel that in bed or at this wonderful winding-down moment.
"I'm starving honey, lots of food waiting for us. I haven't even had a joint yet, but it's time. You could have a beer, or maybe we have coffee together." I was hungry and ready to somehow get up out of this amazing bedroom-moment. "Get yourself cleaned up, you should be able to get that cock ring off without too much effort now--and yes take that incredible wig and stockings off too. Come out naked under your bathrobe, when my girl is ready for dinner. Actually no, put on those crotchless panties underneath. Got it? I'm going to brew coffee."
"Got it Daddy, the panties will be fun, and I need coffee too!" Spot on always, what a sweetheart. It was going to be strange transitioning back to calling her Zach, or my son, or my boy. What an evening.
