I blew him

I kissed up and down his shaft, just feeling the power of it. He groaned appreciatively. I pleasured him with one hand while I took his balls in the other. I buried my nose in his crotch, inhaled as hard as I could, trying to get as much of his musk into my system as physically possible. My eyes fluttered. He could set me on fire, and I’d thank him.

He has set me on fire.

Unable to wait any longer, I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock. He tasted of salt and sex. We moaned in unison. I worked my tongue, spreading my eager saliva all over him. I wanted him to love it. I wanted to please him.

He put a hand on the back of my skull, not pushing me, but encouraging me to go deeper, to take more. His cock touched the back of my throat, and I saw stars. “That’s it, good slut.”

My pussy dripped at his words. I grabbed his legs and **** his cock all the way down my throat.

“Holy fuck!” After a few seconds, he tore me off of him; I sputtered for air. “You are insatiable, aren’t you slut?”

I nodded. He picked me up and tossed me back onto the bed. I landed, legs spread, body begging for more.

“Please fuck me, sir. Please.”

He stood over me, his cock taunting me.

“You’re a good slut,” he leaned in for a kiss. I gave him all the passion in the world. He kissed all down my neck, breasts, and stomach, leaving tiny wildfires behind. He unbuttoned my shorts and yanked them off, leaving me exposed in just my red panties.

He knelt on the floor: I could just make out his eyes over my tits. He smiled at me, “I have one rule.”

I nodded, hanging onto every word.

“Every time I make you cum, you have to say thank you.”

“Yes, sir.”

He pulled my panties to the side and put his mouth on my clit.

“Holy FUCK!” I screamed. His mouth sent a direct current of ecstasy to my brain. I’d been aching for contact like this since I saw him that night, since I transformed, since I first saw a woman shake with orgasm. That current widened until my entire body was in its path.

“Fuck–fuck–fuck, thank you!” I tipped over the edge into a resplendent free-fall. I bucked my hips into his face, and he redoubled his efforts. “Oh my god, oh my god!”

I’d experienced plenty of orgasms as a man, but only a handful could rival this one’s intensity. My toes curled. Just as the first wave of orgasm crested, another came up behind it: he was going to make me cum again.

“THANK YOU!” My whole body arched like I’d been shot.

How is this even possible?????

I caught a glimpse of him through my cum-addled haze: he’d repositioned himself, still absolutely locked onto my pussy, but at a slightly different angle for some reason–

The first finger went in, and I thanked him.

When the second went in, I thanked him again. I thought I did. It was hard to notice anything but the orb of throbbing pleasure where my pussy used to be.

After he stopped, it took a full minute for my legs to stop shaking. My clit was on fire. If someone touched it, even for a moment, I would collapse into dust.

“Do you want me to fuck you now, slut?”