Dominate her pretty mouth.

You almost lose it, right there.

It’d be easy. Right now, you could have your jeans around your ankles and your dick buried in her mouth up to your balls. Your fists could be clamped in her hair, your cock pistoning in and out of her face until you spray your cum down her throat and **** her to swallow every god damn mouthful. She’d do it. Fuck, she’d probably thank you for it. Your hands go to your belt before you even realise you’ve done it.

But then your brain starts working again. No. That’s too simple. Stacy Diamond is too rare an opportunity for that. You need to go a little further.

“Take my belt off.”

Stacy’s irises dilate. That shuddery breathing intensifies again, just for a moment. Then she nods. She sits up just enough to be level with your hips, and reaches out her delicate fingers. Your cock is clearly outlined against the fabric of your jeans. She brushes it like she can’t help herself. Gasps a little. Then she’s unbuckling the belt, pulling it through its loops, putting it down gently.

“Was that-“ she begins. You push a finger against her lips, and she goes instantly silent. Her lips are soft. Smooth. They give a little as you press them.

“No talking now. I got better things for you to do.”

She nods, eyes locked on yours.

"Good. Now unbutton my pants.”

Stacy’s shaking more now. She does what you tell her. Your jeans spring open, and your cock springs up inside your boxers. You move your hand from her lips to the back of her head.

“Now my boxers. Open them. Don’t take them off.”

She unbuttons the front, and threads your cock through. As soon as it’s free, you can feel her eyes drawn to it like iron filings to a magnet. Her lips part a little, suddenly dry as arousal sweeps through her. She starts to lean forward, opening her mouth…

And stops, yelping in sudden pain as your hand makes a fist in her hair.

“Didn’t say move, Stase.”

“I- but-“

“Didn’t say talk, either.”

It’s intensely hot, watching her like this. She’s pulling feebly on your hand, trying to loosen your grip, but at the same time she’s still leaning forward too. Those fat, gorgeous lips are almost grazing the head of your cock, and those nearly-touches seeming to hit her like lightning each time, driving her wilder and wilder. She’s hungry for it. ****, even.

A wicked smile starts curving over your mouth.

“Beg me.”

She looks up. For a moment, confusion surfaces in those big brown eyes.

“What?”

“Beg me to let you suck my cock. Go on. Beg.”

She blinks. Then there’s another shudder of arousal running through her. For a moment it’s too much. She can’t speak. Until her eyes lock onto your cock again and the words come flooding out.

“Please,” gasps Stacy. “Please, let me suck your cock. Let me suck on your big, fat dick. I want to taste it. I want to feel it on my tongue, I want it to fill up my mouth, I want you to shove it down my throat and make me gag on it until I ****.”

The grin on your face sharpens. Your cock’s somehow getting harder with each word. Stacy keeps going.

“I need it. Please. I need it so fucking bad. You don’t know. You don’t know how badly I want it, you don’t know how long I waited. Every day. Every day, at school, I’d look at your pants and I’d think about what it’d be like. Every boy, all of them with dicks I could suck and sit on and worship and I just wanted it so bad I thought I’d go crazy. Please, please, just let me suck on your cock, I promise I’ll do anything you want, only please let me taste it just once…”

You growl appreciatively.

“Anything?”

“Yes. Yes. I swear. Anything you want.”

“Hmm.”

She goes quiet while you make a show of thinking about it, gaze darting frantically back and forth between your cock and your face. She's genuinely terrified you’ll say no. You’re half tempted, just to watch her break, but no. Why turn down a blowjob and a favour?

“Alright.”

You let go of Stacy’s hair, and she lunges forward, dragging your prick into her mouth and as far down her throat as she can fit it. There’s the briefest moment where you marvel at how willingly she deepthroats you.

Then she starts to bob her head, and your thoughts go a little bit hazy.

Your hometown’s small. It's not in the middle of nowhere, exactly, but still far enough from anywhere else that you know most everyone by first name. Stacy’s been here since she was a kid, and you know no-one ever got into her pants because honestly it was all the guys ever talked about. Her blowjob proves it. This has to be her first. No-one would ever have managed to keep their mouth shut about getting their dick sucked this fucking good.

She’s leant forward further, taking hold of your hips to balance herself, and by the look of it she’s closed her eyes so she can focus completely on you. Her tongue and cheeks are wrapped so firmly around your cock you’re not sure where it ends and she begins. You don't wonder for long though, because the pleasure’s driving every other thought out of your head. Holy shit This is perfect. This is the kind of fucking blowjob you’ve only ever dreamed about.

You can feel your balls starting to tighten, the first warning of your orgasm.

Fuck. Fuck. No. You’re not ready for this to be over. Not already.

…But at the same time… how good would it be to just cum, right now? To spray her face with it? Or fill up her mouth and make her swallow every drop?