1. The first cock I deep throated


    Date: 11/6/2015, Categories: First Time Author: Naughtynursejennifer 

    ... pulls back. I manage to stifle all but a slight jump, resting my hands on his knees. &#034Good girl&#034 he tells me. Hearing those words makes me want to do the same a thousand times over. I suppose everyone has a phrase or two that sends them reeling. That's one of mine. Unable to control my urges, I suck at his fingers now, my way of begging for more. I push forward on his hand until I hit that spot again, and feel my eyes tear up. I hope that he can't see that, I don't want him to stop, and I am afraid I'll look like I'm crying. &#034Ok now, that's enough... &#034 he tells me, and slips his fingers out of my mouth. I feel sad at this, slightly empty. He plays with my hair, touching my face, my neck, and making me even more needy for him. I lean forward to rub my face and lips against his belly. The hair there tickles my nose and lips, and I smile now too. I reach for his waistband, tugging gently, hoping to free his hardness. I work carefully, slowly, kissing and nuzzling his warm skin. &#034Do you want my cock?&#034 he asks me. &#034Yes&#034 I reply, whispering. &#034In your mouth?&#034 I nod, whispering again. &#034Yes.&#034 He rises from the chair, allowing me to slide his pants down his legs. He steps out of them, and now I am face to face with his manhood. I rub my face against it, wanting to feel him close to me. His hands come to rest again on my head. &#034You're gonna take all of it tonight,&#034 he assures me. I don't answer, I'm engrossed in what I'm doing. I ...
    ... start to kiss his shaft, licking and teasing. His hand wrapped in my hair, he gently pulls my head back. &#034You're gonna take it all the way tonight. Do you understand me?&#034 I blink into the darkness, suddenly coming out of my fog. I've never taken the whole thing into my throat, never gotten all the way down on him. Now I wonder how I'll manage, and he sounds like he's never been more serious about anything. Trying desperately to think of something, anything to say, I am suddenly aware of my heart pounding rapidly in the darkness. &#034Answer me,&#034 he demands. &#034I... I... I...&#034 my head reels, and my mouth stutters. &#034Are you my little whore?&#034 he asks me steadily. &#034Yes&#034 I utter nervously. &#034You like being my whore, don't you?&#034 he inquires. &#034Yes&#034 I whisper, quite honestly. &#034So you'll take what I give you then, won't you?&#034 &#034I'll try&#034 I answer. &#034You will baby... you will.&#034 He knows that it bothers me that I can't deep throat, even though he says it doesn't matter to him. We talked about it long before this night, and I had even suggested getting some spray to desensitize my throat. Now it would seem he doesn't feel I need it. I'm sure that I appear hesitant to him, but deep down he understands that I am wildly excited at the idea of him making me do this. I have expressed on more than one occasion my desire to be pushed, to be controlled, and him doing that for me is an act of love. &#034Take your shirt off&#034 ...
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