Face Fuck

It was a smooth man oeuvre that pushed me down onto my knees. Even smoother was how quickly his trousers and boxers were down. Out from them emerged his large erection, bobbing in front of me, displaying the eagerness his calm face hid. His fingers spread out and massaged my scalp, curling and tangling in my hair. I sighed as I felt wetness smear across my head, my own wetness from moments ago when my own professor had dipped his fingers inside of me. His hands massaged but did not move me towards or away. We had swapped places, he was desperately holding on, knowing I couldn't possibly resist my urge to continue.

My head and hands moved forward like glaciers. Slow, but continuous, no obstacle would stand in their path. Smooth skin greeted me. Thick, warm and pulsing it dwarfed my right hand. With my left, I grasped onto his strong thigh, steadying myself and digging my hands into his small curls as if in retaliation.

His penis grew in my hand, I felt it harden at the simple eroticism of contact. My mouth was close and I exhaled naturally. I heard a gasp. Higher pitched than normal, so unlike the gruff Scotsman I knew. He coughed a few times likely to deepen his voice in shame but to me the complete change in him was electric. I had elicited that response. Without that little whimper gasp, I might have waited far longer to wrap my lips around his dick.

The head passed between my lips and I felt them lewdly being **** wide by his size. A guttural moan emerged from my mouth and vibrated his cock. It stiffened in my mouth and only increased my enthusiasm as my tongue lashed out to taste his head. Warm and soft, like the tip of a finger but infinitely more delicate. I felt concern for it. It's continuous reaction to everything I did, the way it sought out deeper depths of my mouth as if searching for comfort. My hand was unable to reach entirely around his cock now and my awareness of its size, now he was erect, only made me grip the base tighter to steady myself. My head pushed forward for what seemed like kilometers but when I opened my eyes, I could see that I was just over three-quarters of the way down his cock.

I flicked my eyes up to him and saw that his were shut tightly. The pleasure coursing through him causing his face to scrunch up. He must have noticed I had stopped moving, before I had realized, and he looked down. I can only imagine what he saw. Me, on my knees, his large cock opening my mouth up to accept him but the struggle clear and evident and likely fueling his self-confidence immensely.

He started to move his hands. I nearly fought him when he pulled me backwards but I soon realized what he wished. He was going to face fuck me. Moving my head backwards and forwards in time with his encouraging movements I felt the movement of his cock shift around my mouth. Filling some areas then emptying my mouth till only the head remained.

This carried on for a few minutes but I was rapidly losing track of time. He pulled me off his cock and I took a deep breath, suddenly aware of how out of breath I was. My face was flushed and I felt drool connecting my bottom lip and his cock fall onto my breasts. I sat on my knees looking up at him. His shining wet dick staring satisfied but intimidatingly ready for more.