I Only Cum When A Dog Watches - Sex Stories

I Only Cum When A Dog Watches

... my throat goes thick – he yawns. It’s as if his body is telling him to go to sleep, even though he wants to stay with whoever is filming him.

Love beams out of my phone, and although Ginger laughs his eyes are wet.

“You’re very clever,” he manages.

I smile at him and prop my phone on a couple of old electric toys in faded boxes – Astro Wars and Merlin. A metre away, they won’t get knocked over by any imminent thrashing.

Ginger is breathless as the video starts again. He rubs the back of his neck and blinks rapidly, his eyes flicking from me to the screen.

My skin feels sensitive – even more so than before. I feel faint and my heart goes faster. We are both nervous, keen for Ginger to regain his power.

On the phone, Jack 2 wags his tail and dips his head. I mimic him, then go further and take Ginger in my mouth. I taste myself, which makes me suck harder.

Ginger moans and puts his hand on my head. The touch is pleasant, soothing even. He pushes down into my throat. His cock feels different this time – impatient rather than efficient, almost out of his control.

He twitches and moans, winding his hand into my hair until he can use it like a handle. Then he moves my mouth up and down him at the rhythm he likes, ramming it deep enough for me to manage my gag reflex, which I don’t mind doing at all.

Finally, impatience overwhelms him – I can sense it in an increased rhythm that’s bracingly, chokingly brutal. He yanks my mouth off his cock and lifts me ...

... so he can kiss me.

He forgets to breathe, gulps, then kisses me harder. I seem delicious to him, as if he must consume me. Despite how far he got his cock down my throat, he only kisses my lips, as if to push his tongue in would be too overwhelming.

My head gets light, and I shiver with pleasure. That beloved fluttering in my chest tells me I’m ready to go again – yes,yes!

Ginger lays me on my side facing the phone, where Jack 2 is yawning. It isn’t any less cute a second time.

“I feel this connection with you,” he whispers as he licks my neck. “That you came up with…” He points at the phone. “That level of wit, that level of care…”

He is breathless and when he pushes against my back he is so hard that the length of him thrums with erotic frequency. My nerve endings tingle and my muscles lose tension. I am melting, becoming inarticulate as new heat rises through me.

“Fuck me.” My voice is hoarse, desperate.

His hands are clumsy with desire, but he manages to rest the side of my head on his left arm. As Jack 2 wags his tail, Ginger pushes into me, seizing me tight to erase all distance between us.

His hand flutters down my shivering front and grips me between the legs. Gleaming veins snake along his arm as my sex is crushed until I squeak. For a breathless moment, I wonder if he will do me damage and if I should move.

He lets go. I miss his brutal grip at once. Then he slaps me there, a stinging flick of the wrist that jerks me further onto his cock, ...