Let Her Work

You remain still for the moment, letting Amelia keep her initiative. She licks her lips once her face is an inch from yours. "The passive type, hmmm?" she says, giving you a brief but even more forceful kiss, as if to further drive home the fact you have given up control to her, "Been a while since I've been able to make a guy my fucktoy, so I'm gonna make this feel extra mind-blowing just for you."

Another brief lips-to-lips kiss is given and then broken before Amelia starts to slide downwards, kissing and licking at the nape of your neck before trailing her tongue around the curve of your collar bone before continuing down to your chest. "Y'know," she says before making your entire body shudder from a single lick of your left nipple, "Most people talk about how girls are the ones who get their nipples sucked on but you'd be surprised how many guys are really sensitive here too."

To further illustrate her point, she laps at your nipple again several times before taking it between her teeth and tugging very gently. Jolts of pleasure shoot up your spine from the contact, compounded by when she pulls her mouth back to blow cold air on your now saliva covered tip, making it feel even better. "Yeah," she purrs, "You like that? Want me to keep going?"

You nod to her and her smirk only grows wider as she resumes her trip down your torso, placing butterfly kisses around your belly before impishly sticking her tongue into your bellybutton and swirling it around. Your back arches in surprise at the ticklish sensation (and a fleeting thought about how it is a good thing you are very diligent in your grooming habits passes through your mind) and Amelia's eyes glitter with mirth as she reaches the waistband of your pants, giving the straining bulge there a small kiss on the tip.

Her hands go to your belt and pants, undoing them and you lift your hips so she can pull them down. She gives your cock another small kiss through your underwear and, to your surprise, brushes her nose up against it, taking a small sniff as if she were enraptured with the smell. Seeing your confused gaze, Amelia gives you a small wink before she tugs down your undies, letting your hard member finally pop free. Looking it over, she lets out a small whistle before commenting, "Well, I see there's another field you excell in," she says, bringing a blush to your cheeks as her fingers wrap around your shaft, "you must really want me to suck on this monster. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like me jamming your cock all the way down my throat?"

Amelia punctuates her statement by lightly tracing her thumb over your sensitive cockhead, drawing a groan from your lips as you croak, "Yes."

Amelia hums and resumes her stroking as she says, "I COULD do that..."

She gives your crown a slow, soft lick with her tongue, her eyes locking with yours with an almost possessive glare. You shudder and groan again at her attentions, the warm wetness slathering over your rod a better feeling than you ever imagined it to be. "But," she says, "you're the kinda guy who wants to be made my bitch... and bitches don't ask for it. They beg."

Her intensity suddenly drops away, replaced by a toothy grin as she adds, "But since this is your first time, all you need to do is say the magic word!"

You cannot help but laugh in a mixture of nerves and excitement as you say, "Please."

Amelia chuckles as well but, instead of replying with words, she responds with action. Her tongue extends to press against the base of your cock in a long, slow lick to the very top where she then swirls the tip around the head of your rod. You are already groaning and those groans take on a deeper pitch as she pops your crown between her lips, tongue now flicking at the slit as she suckles on it.

She lets it pop free for a moment, blowing on the saliva slick head before taking it back in again, making loud slurping noises as she moves her hand down to fondle your balls lightly. She continues this way for a full minute, your toes curling and uncurling as she works. You start moving your hand to rest it on top of her head but, seeing the movement out of the corner of her eye, Amelia gives you a mischievous glare and then suddenly presses her head down. Before you realize what's happening, your manhood is enveloped in tight, wet warmth as she swallows you to the hilt in one go.

At that, any thought of doing anything is wiped away as you fall back, gripping the bed sheets helplessly as you whine in pleasure. You cannot even think about how good Amelia's gag reflex control and lung capacity must be as she holds you there for what feels like an eternity before sliding her head back until your crown is almost free of her lips. She then rapidly moves downward again to the hilt before starting a slow but firm rhythm, your first blowjob beyond anything that you expected it to be.

Amelia is not quiet in her ministration, slurping loudly and lewdly at your man-meat as her tongue scoops off the beads of pre-seed that form at your tip. A heavy tingling sensation begins to build in your manhood, your experiences with masturbation telling you that you are approaching your limit. However, before you can croak out a warning, Amelia suddenly pulls herself off of your rod completely, letting it flop free. "Bet you wanna come, don't ya," she says, "Wanna shoot your hot, thick load down my throat?"

She suddenly stands up and gives you a warning glare, causing you to stay down instead of sit up like you had started to do. "I could let you do that," she says, kicking off her sneakers and then pulling down her shorts and panties in one go, exposing a small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair and her glistening slit beneath it, "but you'd have to earn it by making me feel good first."

"Or," she adds, her eyes openly locking onto your member, "I can show you what my pussy feels like while I ride you like the living dildo you are."