Back home with Blair

Blair chases you into your house. As you unlock the place, she slaps your ass to hurry you up. You fumble with the key. You fumble with the alarm. By the time you’re in, your ass is already starting to chafe, and your dick is already hard. A fact Blair doesn’t fail to notice.

“Ooh, looks like someone’s raring to go,” she smirks. “You like this, don’t you?” She smacks you again. You’d like to say no, but you know it’s a lie. A lie the strain in your pants clearly unearths. “I’ve half a mind to keep you teased.” She runs her hand over your trousers, feeling the length and hardness beneath. “But I don’t think I can resist this.”

You’re stumbling up the stairs, Blair’s grip tight on your cock. She almost spins you into the bedroom. Her blue eyes devour you. “Strip,” she orders.

If you didn’t, your cock would probably rip the cotton of both pants and trousers. While you’ve stripped Blair has found the leather manacles from the Snetterton Collection. You’d place them to one side but not removed them from the bedroom. She saunters towards you, exaggerating the sway of her hips and the bounce of her breasts. She’s fully clothed but your dick still bounces in response to each jiggle of her body. She licks her lips. Then bites them. Her eyes glued to the solid flesh pillar jutting at an angle up from your groin. The feel of her soft hands on its length is more intoxicating than any ****.

“Get on the bed. Arms up.” Each order is uttered in a low, sultry tone than brooks no denial, backed up by the burning lust in her blue eyes. She wraps the manacles around your wrists again. Once she’s confined you, she steps back.

“Ever since Saturday I’ve been dreaming about this,” she states, running one finger along the length of your engorged member. “And this.” She taps her finger against your lips. “It’s time I get your lips working again.”

She’s already removed her trainers. Now she pulls off her lycra shorts. Then her red g-string. Then she’s scrambling onto the bed. She positions her ass above your face. You have a great view of her shaved slit, already starting to pinken in anticipation.

“Prove Saturday wasn’t a one off and I’ll let you cum.”

She lowers her hips and all you can see is ass. All you can smell is her. You feel her plump lips against your lips. You can already taste her arousal.

You kiss her folds and taste her sex. There’s the sweat of her exertions. There’s the sharpness of her arousal. Not a bad taste. A taste you’re growing used to. You kiss it again. You trap some of her folds between your lips and suck.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” Blair chides, and she wiggles her ass, so its cheeks brush your nose.

Yes, you can do better. Part of you wants to probe her slit with your fingers. Currently impossible. The manacles hold your hands far from her sex. You’re going to have to use your tongue.

You flick your tongue out and run it along the length of her pussy. Has your tongue grown longer? It feels that way. Has it grown over the week? You don’t remember it being this long before. You don’t remember it being this long on Saturday. Now it can cover more of her sex. Now it can probe deeper.

You run its length through the fleshy folds. You dig it in deeper to find the sensitive flesh beneath. “Now you’re getting it.” You start flicking the flesh away. Then your tongue hits a little nub of flesh. It tastes different. It responds differently. Above you Blair involuntarily shudders. You know what that is. It’s the clitoris. You never found it in Samantha. You’ve instinctively gone for it in Blair.

“That’s it, good boy.”

You return. You flick it with your tongue. You entice it closer, by only just brushing it, forcing Blair to adjust her stance. As soon as it’s close enough, you’re wrapping your new long tongue around it, you’re pursing your lips to smother it, you’re sucking on it.

And Blair responds. “Oh that’s it, good boy, good boy.” Are you a dog?

But any thoughts like that are quickly forgotten, as Blair spits on your cock, then descends to lick it, kiss it and finally suck it. And the pleasure she gives you just spurs you to increase the pleasure you’re giving her.

You’re wrapped together in a 69. All you can think about is swollen, puffy, gorgeous, tasty pussy before your lips, leaking Blair’s excitement onto your tongue, sending quivers of excitement through her thighs. All the while the bliss of Blair’s lips on your straining member send equal waves of pleasure through you. You could last like this forever, if it weren’t for the fact that both of you are trying to end it as quickly as possible in a quivering, nerve-shredding climax.

Blair comes first. Her body shakes. Her thighs spasm, tightening their grip on your head. Her pussy gushes her enjoyment all over your face. Too much to lap. It spills from your mouth. It runs down your cheeks. You’re bathed in Blair’s pleasure.

For a moment she forgets your cock to scream an accompaniment into the room. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Yes. Yes. Yes.” She kneels, immobile but full of shivering motion, her panting breath the only thing teasing your shaft. A couple more deep breaths before she sees it there. “You want your reward now?” You both know the answer. Your purple shaft is straining for final release. She leans down to give it.

Only a few more sucks and you cum, blasting down her throat. She didn’t warn you she was cumming. You’re not warning her. The first blast makes her gag. By the second she’s ready, and eager. You heard a hum of satisfaction as she tasted your cum. By the third she’s greedily sucking it all down. Her lips are like a suction pump trying to drain you. What she doesn’t realise is that you’re now a sex god. You’re impossible to drain.

She pulls off. She shifts off you so she can lie beside you. She’s still wearing her top. You turn your face to look at her. There’s a dribble of white at the side of her mouth. Her tongue reaches out to lap it clear. Her blue eyes are dazed with pleasure. Her face is flushed with enjoyment.

“I wasn’t mistaken. I could swallow your cum for every meal. I’ve never tasted anything better. If only…” for a moment she fades away, before looking at you again. “The only thing better than swallowing your cum is feeling it blasted inside my snatch. I’ve never met a man with so much potential. You look a mess, though.”

“This is all you.”

She laughs, leans in, and kisses you. “So it is. Tasting myself on you, is almost as delicious as tasting you.”

She rolls over to snog you. And somewhere in that snogging she unwraps the manacles, releasing your arms to wrap around her, to pull her close, to guide her head for more personal, more passionate kisses. When you pull away, you’re both panting.