Something something giftwhores in the mouth.

As I stood before this wildly optimistic girl begging me to fed her cock or breakfast I was made keenly aware that there were three things that required my attention. The first was brought to my attention by the little anxious rocking motion she was making. It both confirmed and highlighted something that should have been obvious to me much sooner. She wasn't wearing a bra. I could easily see why watching them in motion or rather their relative lack thereof. While a more well endowed woman's heavy udders would bulge downward held firmly in place by gravity and momentum as she rocked forward then ripple and jiggle about in freefall during the backswing these tits each held themselves firmly in the shape of a tent I used to own. A short rounded off oblong triangle with a more circular and slightly darker cap. Though there were a few noticeable differences. For example my tent had been an ugly uniform grayish blue with a flat navy cap that sat upon a surface while the twin orbs hanging before me were a very warm and inviting cream accented with a light flush and faint cinnamon hints of faded freckles. Their smooth taut curves drew my eye and hand alike in to the small reddened disc adorning their lowest point with blunted daggers that lightly traced across the white canvas below.

She froze in place missing her forward rocking motion as my right hand **** it's way into her shirt. Her breath hitched as I palmed her breast. I twist my wrist forcing her nipple to drag across my palm as I edge her shirt down to frame rather than conceal her chest. My efforts are rewarded with a mewling whine and her taking a half step back. This was the second thing I had been made so keenly aware of. Every time she had rocked back she had inched almost imperceptibly towards the door. So I matched her natural rhythm slowly closing in on her. She'd rock forward and draw closer to me then I'd close in on her ever so slightly as she rocked back and we both moved towards the door. She really didn't want to get face **** before breakfast despite having offered it up and was trying to literally back out. However I've got a solid plan for discouraging her from backing out of her little offer. I slide my palm down to the base of her perky tit lightly lifting it. As she begins to arch her back **** to follow her teat skywards I release it. Before gravity can reclaim the heaven bound orb I tuck my thumb in grazing her erect nipple and spike her floating chesticle back down with a four fingered slap. I warn her with a firm tone "That was for backing away from me." then take the moment to enjoy the brief rippling sway of the small lump of flesh as she digest that little nugget of information. She turns her head towards the door and I continue while stepping into her personal space more fully. "It's your choice. You can let me catch you. In which case I will do my best to make it as enjoyable as possible for you in the hope that you'll actually want to do it again later on. Or you can dash for the door. In which case things will get a little more... caveman-ish."

She turns back to me with a resigned half wince and half whispered "Fine." finishing her terse statement with her head tucked down and eyes as firmly closed as her mouth. I waste no time in pulling her against my naked body. My right hand latches onto her shirt. Pulling it down to expose her more fully while forcing her to press her exposed chest against mine. Her left hand raises up in indecision as to whether it was meant to cover herself again or push me away. It settles on a compromise of doing neither and simply nestling in the limited space her cleavage provides. My left hand cups her modest rear pulling her lower body closer. Her right hand is far more decisive however and swats my left away planting itself firmly against the molested cheek. I trace my left hand up her arm but her hand remains committed to guarding her posterior. Her denim clad legs however seem to remember they can move as the left knee raises up to cross over the right briefly filling me with concern before repeating the motion confirming she was just grinding her thighs together and not about to crack the family jewels. Not willing to risk the 'accidental' tap anyways I move up her slightly. I release my right hands grasp of her shirt to palm her chest mound while my left palm landed firmly on her shoulder having finished trailing up her arm. Her chest rose slowly as she sucked in air readying herself for another strike but was **** back down as I pushed on her shoulder forcing her to her knees.

I released her entirely and stood back to admire her for a moment before I began. She shifted a bit and pulled her right hand out from under her seat. Having failed to release her ass before sitting on it being a most forgivable crime. Similarly her left hand was having trouble leaving her cleavage. Opting to tumble the loose fabric of her shirt rather than join the other hand which had taken up residence in the girls lap. After waiting for a moment I barked out a singular command. "Open." The effects were immediate. Her eyes and mouth pop open simultaneously. A millisecond later her back is straightens with sufficient **** to squeeze a yip out of her and lift her ever so slightly off the floor. Her knees take their airborne opportunity to open her legs another inch wider before touching back down. The shock of which sends her hands shooting out to her sides briefly before jumbling about trying to decide between folding behind her back, folding into her lap, or being held at her side. Finally settling into place on her thighs in a highly suggestive manner. I take hold of her head my left hand on the back of her head; my right on her jawline. I tilt her head up a bit and step in. My dick glances off her chin and slaps against her cheek. Her eyes panic as she tries to turn her head and catch the missed thrust but I hold her in place.

My erection now pressed firmly against her face holds her attention as I speak up. "Ah, ah, ah. You were very clear that I had to fuck your face. So unless I move you or tell you to move you don't do anything got it?" Her eyes leave my cock for a moment and I feel her attempt to nod. I slap her jaw as lightly as I can and repeat myself as she looks hurt and puzzled. "Unless I move you or tell you to move you don't move. Got it?" She failed to respond in any manner beyond rolling her eyes so I shook her head in a slow nod. "Good girl. But I've seen you swallow spit twice now. You need to save that up so you can drool all over my cock okay?" She remains still so I slide my hand along her jaw and shut her mouth. "And while your mouth is busy doing that I'll do something nice for you."

I release her head and grab her hands guiding them to the base of my cock. "I'll tell you what I want to do for you and if you want me to do it just fondle my dick with your hands. If you don't like that idea put them back on your thighs. Okay?"

She moves her hands back to her thighs.

"Good enough. I want to brush that one stray hair out of your face. It's gotta be bugging you."

No motion.

"I want to play with your tits."

Her right hand lifts off a bit, hovers around knee height, and then retreats back to it's thigh.

"Close enough." She hums some frantic little diddy as I squat down in the 'V' formed by her legs forcing them a little bit wider. I grab onto her sides and run my hands up her body delighting in the stifled shiver that it inspires. Then I cup both breast and slowly squeeze them. She stops humming and I pull them skyward. Like before she arches her back and follows them slowly beginning to rise. However now rather than release them to strike her I instruct her "Stay just like that for just a moment." and angle her face towards her chest. I mount her chest hooking one hand behind her head to help her aim and command her to release her payload. She hesitates for a moment tensed lips trembling before belching out her hot clear lube. It cascades over her chin and splatters over her torso as I begin to hump at the bare expanse. The wetness quickly funnels into her natural valley and surrounds me. My mission accomplished and cock dripping with spittle I back off her chest and return her to a kneeling position for the main event. I quickly thrust into her mouth and seated the head of my cock in the center of her tongue. "Close it." a perfect seal forms around me as soon as I give the command. I grab her head with both hands and rock it gently from side to side. Poking one cheek to make it stand out and then the other. I continue wrenching her head about as it remains attached to my cock just marveling at the amount of control I had. Committed to covering every nook and cranny of her mouth with dick. However despite not having been going at it very long or hard I was again made distinctly aware of the third thing I knew. It had been a while and as a result this was going to be a very fast, messy, and looking back on it tragic event.