I gulp and head back down to my knees to fulfill his request.
"Actually, come over here," he says as he strides toward the mirror. He stands by the wall directly across from it and then says, "ok, go ahead. Do a good job."
I lean further down to get my lips to touch the top of his toes. As I do, I realize why he moved over here. The position I have to be in to start kissing my way up to his cock is very vulnerable. To get my head down far enough, I have to stick my ass up high and that's when I feel air on my hole. I'm completely spread open facing away from the mirror, which gives him the perfect view of my open hole.
He must sense that I've now caught on because he wiggles his toes and says, "That's right. Feel how exposed you are?" My hole enjoys the taunt and pulses in response.
He chuckles. "Yeah, I thought you might. Your hole is very expressive and wow, it's almost gaping for me and I haven't even touched it since you came."
I feel it throb more as he continues snickering and wiggling his toes. "Let's go, slut boy. Get to kissing."
I comply and touch my lips to the top of his toes. I continue slowly up the top of his foot, to his ankle, to his shins and knees. I move onto my haunches to get the height I need to continue up his thighs. I strategically ever so slightly drift my way to his inner thigh as I go up, savoring the taste and scent of him. As I reach his balls, I feel some precum leak out of me. He either doesn't notice or doesn't react. I kiss his balls lightly and proceed up the base of his cock until I land a kiss right on the tip of his crown. At that point, I open my mouth and draw his head in. He immediately pushes me off.
"What the fuck?! Did I say you could suck this dick?," he probes. I shake my head.
He lightly smacks my cheek. "No, I fucking didn't."
"I'm sorry, sir," I earnestly reply as I look into
his gorgeous brown eyes. His smile ticks slightly up as he answers, "It's ok. You're such a slut for me, so desperate to get your next taste." I nod in agreement.
"Well, nevertheless, I didn't give you permission to take my cock head into that cum guzzler on your face, so look up at the ceiling and close your eyes."
I obey, anticipating another smack or two. Instead, he whips my cheek with his cock a few times as he says, "You want this cock so fucking bad? Have it right across your face."
He finishes and steps back. His eyes widen and his face sets. "Look at the floor between your knees!"
I do and am stunned to see a moderately sized puddle of precum. I feel heat in my cheeks as they redden and I hang my head low.
"Oh, now's not the time for embarrassment, baby... we've only just begun, but still it's a hotel room, control your damn self! I just made you cum a few minutes ago."
It doesn't matter. I'm on fire for him. Instead of countering his words, I nod and lean back on my haunches to await my next instruction.
"Ok, let's get back to it," he continues. I assume my position with my mouth near his cock head, but don't dare do anything more.
