Tell her to blow me

I stand up and go back to working Scarlett’s tits and clit. One hand lightly strokes her pearl while I pull and twist a quivering pink nipple with the other. I suckle the other sweet peg with a wide mouth, flickering my tongue across it and licking all around. Soon her eyes flutter open with a moan. “Oooooh, yeah, Mr. Harrison, play with my boobs,” she murmurs. “Suck my nipple—mmmm, that’s good . . . rub my little button . . .”

I step back from her, and Scarlett moans in disappointment. “You want this cock, sexy girl?” I ask. She nods fervently. “You want to get fucked like you deserve?” More nods. I point at the floor. “On your knees. Suck it.”

She drops eagerly to her knees and her eyes widen as she takes her first look at my quivering erection. She licks her lips and purrs, “Ooooh, Mr. Harrison, it’s beautiful. Nice and long, and so . . . thick . . .” She reaches out with one hand to feather her fingertips over my cockhead. I groan deep in my throat at her light, sensual touch. She collects a couple drops of pre-cum on her fingers and holds them up to look at them, then slowly licks them off. I groan again at the sight.

Scarlett hums in pleasure, then cups her hand around my glans, caressing me with hemispherical motions. She looks up from my prick to gaze into my eyes; she licks her lips again and starts slowly wanking my shaft, varying the pressure irregularly as she goes. Without stopping her hand, she leans forward to give my knob a delicate lick. I moan, and my dick twitches hard in her grip, which makes her moan, too. Her free hand slips between her thighs as she closes her lips around me and sucks gently. I put a hand possessively on the back of her head.

“Oooooooh, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett coos, “you taste good. I love the taste of a good cock.” She lets go of my shaft and grabs her tit, pinching and pulling her nipple. Eyes locked onto mine, she sticks her tongue out . . . and out . . . and out . . . It’s the longest tongue I’ve ever seen, either in person or on screen. From the way she spirals it around my prick, it’s also the most flexible. She’s even able to bob her head up and down and fuck me with just her tongue. I don’t know how she learned to do that, or how much practice she must have had . . . I don’t care, either. She pulls off, giving my cockhead a quick lick all the way around, and asks huskily, “Does that please you, Mr. Harrison? Do you like having your daughter’s friend down on her knees worshiping your man-meat like a naughty little slut? Do you like having her slutty little tongue all over your big, thick cock?”

“You’re a good little cocksucker,” I tell her roughly, and her eyes glow. With my hand holding her head, I thrust my glans back between her lips. “Now wrap your dirty mouth around it and show me how much you want it.”

Scarlett lets go of her tit so she can fondle my balls. She plants little kisses all over my knob with her full pink lips, caressing it and applying just a little bit of suction. When she gets to the tip, her lips part and she delicately licks the hole, just brushing it and teasing it with a bit of pink tongue. I groan; she makes a small sound of pleasure and opens her mouth, taking in just a bit of my glans. Her tongue extends to lick up and down the groove on the underside, then further to stroke my shaft. She slowly pushes her head down, her lips sliding down the slope of my mushroom, until she has all of it in her mouth. She pulls in her tongue to trace the ridge at the base; that lets her get a good seal on my shaft so she can suck my cockhead like a lollipop. “Fuck, you’re a good cocksucker,” I moan.

Scarlett’s eyes glow with pleasure, and the hand in her snatch works faster. She pulls her head off mine with a slurp and starts kissing up and down my shaft, caressing it hungrily with her lips. “Such a fucking beautiful cock,” she murmurs. “It’s all thick, and veiny, and powerful—a perfect cock to teach a naughty little slut a lesson . . .”

“That’s right, baby girl,” I tell her. “Now get down and suck on my balls like a good little slut.”

Scarlett ducks down eagerly and starts wanking me with her hand, freeing my ball sack for her mouth. She licks it all over with that amazing tongue, then captures one ball with her lips and sucks on it gently. She rolls it around in her mouth, then does the same to the other one, licking it all over as she sucks on it. Then she opens wide and sucks them both in, pulling on them and painting them with her tongue. I try to say something, but all that comes out are groans and variations on the word “fuck.” Finally she pulls on them until they leave her mouth with a lewd plop. “I like your balls, Mr. Harrison,” she coos. “They’re nice big balls, all full of sweet, salty cum, all for me.”

“If you want my cum, baby girl, you’re going to have to earn it,” I growl. “I think a naughty slut needs her face fucked.”

Scarlett’s eyes blaze with lust at that. She shifts around on her knees, pulling the hand out of her pussy to cup my wet ball sack and frigging herself with the other one, then abruptly deepthroats me, swallowing my prick until her nose is in my pubic hair. She extends her tongue to lick my balls as she fondles them; she swallows once, twice, three times, squeezing my cockhead with her wet, pussy-soft throat. She pulls off and says, mock-demurely, “Yes, Mr. Harrison. Please fuck my face and make me a good little slut. I’m a big girl, I can take it.” Her voice suddenly smoky with lust, she adds, “In fact, I fucking love it.”

I grab Scarlett’s head with both hands as she returns her mouth to my prick, then thrust with my hips. It takes a couple thrusts to establish a good rhythm, but soon I’m fucking her mouth with long, vigorous strokes. The drain-clogging noises she makes sound uncomfortable, but her eyes are shining and her fingers are clearly working furiously in her twat. The way she works my cock with her throat with each thrust feels incredible—better than almost any pussy I’ve ever felt. Maybe better than any pussy, even. It’s not long before I can feel my balls start to boil.

“Baby girl,” I rasp, “I’m gonna shoot my load right down your fucking throat.” I hold her head hard and thrust my cock as deep in her mouth as I can go; my balls boil over, hosing her down with cum, as ecstasy blows my circuits and overwhelms my senses. I see stars and strange lights, and I swear I hear angels singing. Through an orgasmic haze, I realize that the combination of my climax and her own busy fingers have brought Scarlett to her own climax. Her face still impaled on my still-firing cum cannon, she shakes and trembles on her knees before me, her eyes leaking tears.

When sensitivity fades, I pull out; my deflating prick leaves her throat with a gurgle as her muscles clench at it, trying to keep it. Just that sensation is enough to start me hardening again. Scarlett looks up at me, eyes shining with blissful lust, and asks, “Did I please you, Mr. Harrison? Was I a good little cocksucking slut for you? Will you fuck my slutty teenage pussy with your big grown-up cock now? Please fuck me, Mr. Harrison. Please . . .”

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright, baby girl; I’m not going to stop tonight until I’ve fucked your brains clean out of your head,” I growl. “By the time I get done with you, you’ll be walking funny for a week.”

Scarlett hums in pleasure, then suddenly giggles naughtily and says, “Thank you for fucking my face, Mr. Harrison. I love it and I don’t get it very much. Most of those boys are too clumsy, or too shy.”

“I’ll be happy to oblige you any time you want,” I tell her; her face glows with lust. “But right now . . .”