Slutty? Because I'm Kinda Going For Slutty Here

I wanted to give this man an experience that not only would satisfy but one that he would never in a million years forget. I wanted him to not only have the best handjob he'd ever had, but the best one he would ever have.

I wanted him to never forget me.

I wanted him to want me.

I wanted him to be completely unable to resist me.

Stroking my hand slowly up and down the length of him I started to concentrate. Testing and teasing and watching and feeling for his reaction, seeing what drew the very best reactions out of him. Seeing what made him jump and what made him moan and what made him twitch and tick.

Running up to the head of him and slowly circling my hand around and around it. Squeezing and tensing around it as I felt him throb against me, as I felt the pulsing and pounding of his heartbeat thrumming through my hands into the belly of me.

Pushing down to corkscrew around to the base of him and slowly, achingly slowly, drawing back up. Only one hand this time while the other swung down around him and pressed up beneath his balls, pushing them up and then slowly drawing over them as I fondled them with my palm and lightly stroked them with the tips of my nails.

Staring up at him while I did that. Looking deeply into him and locking eyes with him as he did his best not to break eye contact with me.

But god I made that hard for him, hard in every possible way really. Achingly hard to tease his gaze away from me and to my lips that were pursed and achingly close to the throbbing head of him and hard not to notice the way my tits were starting to bounce with every stroke of my hand as I started to speed up my pace and draw closer and closer and fucking closer to a blindingly fast speed.

"Fuck you're beautiful," he grunts for me, "So fucking cute. So goddamn..."

"Slutty?" I tease him, "Because I'm kinda going for slutty here. On my knees. Stroking a cock. Hoping that it'll explode. That it'll cover my face. That it'll coat my lips."

"Jesus fucking christ," he groans, throbbing even harder for me, "You're unbelievable. Too cute to be slutty. Too slutty to be believed."

"Good," I mewl, ducking forward just enough that when I speak my lips brush against the head of him, "That's just what I like to hear."

I move even faster now. Still maintaining eye contact with him but starting to race so fast that it makes his cock bump into my lips with half the strokes and when I feel something linger on my lips afterwards, something wet and slightly slick, my tongue licks out and runs over them instinctively.

I taste salt and I taste warmth and I realize that, oh my fucking god, it's precum. I've just licked precum into my mouth and I've just tasted it.

And somehow that clicks something in my mind. The crazy impossibility of all of this. The fact that I was a man only yesterday and now I was a woman on my knees stroking cock and tasting precum and getting off on a guy being so fucking turned on by me. Tasting the salt and the heat of him and realizing that he's getting closer, with each stroke, to cumming from me.

Tasting him and realizing that's what cum tastes like.

Tasting cum for the first time in my whole damn life.

Tasting it and knowing and understanding.

As my eyes light up and my heart leaps and my whole body vibrates and my belly aches for more. Knowing that it's fucking delicious.

Because it is fucking delicious.

Because I love the taste of his cum.

And fuck, I want more.

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