Your cock

“My cock,” you say.

She actually, physically gags, before standing and taking a step toward you anyway.

“No, no, dear,” you say, wagging your finger, then pointing at her feet. “Crawl.”

She clenches her fists and lifts her chin, drops to her hands and knees with the stoic determination of one suffering a defeat of the body, not yet the spirit.

She advances with the effortless grace of a wild cat. You imagine how nice she would look with a collar and nipple clamps. Maybe a cat-tail buttplug. All things to consider later.

For now, you’re content to watch her crawl toward your waiting cock. She sits back on her heels when she arrives between your legs, looks at you with those big, pleading eyes.

“Do I really have to do this?” she asks.

Ignoring her, you study the lean lines of her torso, the outline of her ribs below her breasts. She’s just a little thinner than you like, but you refuse to write a rule to change her physical appearance. True beauty is in the imperfections, after all.

Your eyes fall lower, to the tight folds of flesh that make up her outer and inner labia. To the prominent red nub of her clit, swollen with unwanted arousal.

“Do you like what you see?” she says. Her words are not a seduction, but a rebuke. Her hands rest haughtily on her hips. You can see in the hard set of her eyes that she acquiesces only to secure your help. You’re okay with that.

“Do you like what you’re doing?” you counter, eyes focused on her sex and thighs soaking with her juices.

Some of her prideful posture deflates, but she refuses to be defeated completely. You raise your eyebrows and tap your belt buckle.

With a sigh of irritation, she reaches for the metal clasp. Her delicate fingers unbutton your slacks and pull your zipper down. Her eyes open wide with surprise when she wraps her fingers around your substantial girth to pull your cock from your boxers.

You moan in long awaited relief as she strokes your hardening cock. Her small hands don’t quite wrap entirely around your shaft. Soon, she’s using both hands to stroke your length.

You can tell by her technique that she has done this before. Perhaps not with a man so well endowed, but she isn’t a beginner. You wonder how much experience she actually has.

She opens her mouth to take you inside, hesitates. Stalls by using her thumb to wipe away your precum. Her eyes find yours in one more silent plea. Determination replaced, finally, by defeat.