In your mouth

You didn't stop. You couldn't stop. You wanted to give Matt as much pleasure as possible and you wanted to know what it was like... what it felt like... to bring a man to orgasm with your mouth... to feel everything... to taste everything.

When Matt understood that you weren't going to stop he grabbed onto the armrests of his chair, squeezing so hard he thought his fingers were going to fold backwards. "Urgggg ffffff Urggg!"

First you feel his dick pulse and a squirt of liquid hit the roof of your mouth. You carry on sucking up and down. Then another pulse of the dick and another squirt, and then the taste hits you. Oh, OK... That's pretty gross! you think feeling the cum attaching itself to your tongue, the back of your mouth. Ewww! Such a bitter taste, not what I was expecting at all! You fight the urge to retch. Taken out of your tracks by the sudden befoulment of your tastebuds you stop your head still, the dick still twitching in your mouth. You feel another big squirt and you can't help but let out a "nnnnnmm!" your face showing your displeasure. You were trying to say: no more - that's enough! but you discovered that it's difficult to talk with a dick in your mouth, and you just knew that if you took your lips off Matt's dick for one second there would be an un-holy mess to clean up as the cum would spill everywhere. God, he's still cumming! Matt sees your expression but he can't stop cumming. He twitches in the chair and moans again, letting out a few smaller squirts. Then another even smaller one. Then nothing. You feel the dick imediately start to soften. Fuck, I did it! I made Matt cum! The elation fills you and you feel like the sexiest girl alive!

You slowly pull your mouth up along Matt's dick, keeping your lips tight as the end slides out, noticeably smaller now. How weird! you think. You look from Matt's dick to his face. He is slumped in the chair, his chest panting, and the look on his face is something you will never forget. It was like a happy mix of amazement, lust, and utter gratitude. As if from that one act you had taken a friend, and now made him devoted to you, addicted to you. He was looking at you like you were the most incredible being in the universe to him at that moment! "Oh my fucking God Emily" he pants, "what the fuck did you just do to me?"

That feeling of being adored, desired. It made your pulse race. You felt light headed, or giddy rather. Your first taste of real passion, mixed with your first taste of cum! You sit back on your haunches, looking up at Matt in his chair. You want to impress him even further. You want to show him that you can do anything that the women in the video can do. Oddly, the taste of cum seems to no longer discust you, even as your mouth is full almost to the brim with it. Your mind is associating that strange gooeyness, that bitter, salty taste, with the pleasurable feelings running through your body. God, I want to touch myself so bad right now! but instead you decide that it would be pretty fucking hot to show Matt what it looks like inside your desecrated mouth.