She Wants Me To Orgasm

"No, but I have a good idea." I respond, feeling up her bust as she grinds up against me and props her perfect mounds against my body.

She pulls my hand away from her crotch and licks my fingers clean of her dampness before she speaks. "Not yet. I just want you to lay back and let me please you... and when you cum, close your eyes and listen... and then you will know why I spend so much time on my bed with a wand on my clit. And why I am so damn curious about this building." She crawls down my body and pull my pants and underwear down, causing my rock hard cock to smack against my chest as it releases from its covering. She is wide-eyed at the size."Wow, cowboy. You're packing for a normie."

I'm not sure what she means by 'normie' maybe that she's seen bigger... but I was honestly above the curve from what I know and I was hard as fuck right now. She grips my cock and starts to stroke slowly. She eyes my monster with untamed desire. She had lips that were made to suck dick and she was biting them like they had missed their calling for quite a while. She stuck her wet tongue out and give it one perfectly slow lick up my shaft. I felt like I was in heaven, but she looked as if she was tasting a popsicle stick that made you climax. Her eyebrows pinched as she couldn't help but savor my taste. She caught me staring at her and reached a hand up to my forehead to push me back down. "Eyes closed, mister. I don't want you to miss it."

I closed my eyes again and just focused on the pleasure: the warm hand coaxing my cock, the wet tongue slobbering on the tip, and her pillowy bussom morphing against my legs. Her lips split against my shaft like butter as she gave kisses up my length and suddenly I was plunging into her throat. My lips thrust up into the pleasure of her throat and she took me down to the base in one fell swoop as I felt my crotch tense. She kept me there in the back of her throat as she **** her face into my root with undulating pulses. She wanted me to feel the contractions at the back of her throat. She started to **** and her throat contracted with irregularity around my cock, but she didn't let up. Spit **** its way out onto my skin, but she kept me there. After untold seconds passed and her contractions finally relented to seek air she pushed her face all the way off of me and gasped for air, spitting the copious amounts of saliva onto my cock to stroke up and down with a singular hand. I would expect two to handle my beast, but I could barely hear the 'schlick, schlick' of fingers plunging in and out of her soaked pussy over the sounds of the voices, now returned to the forefront of my mind. **** that bitch. Make her gasp for air. Take control and make this whore your bitch. That throat was made to gag on your cock.

As I felt the warm wet pleasure of Shai's tongue return to swirling around my cock I could feel that these voices were familiar... like they were thoughts I might be having if I was a bit more dominating. I could now hear two distinct voices, like it was me and Shai... but many other me's and many other Shai's. And with my eyes closed a picture emerged; I was staring at Shai slurping on my cock, but she looked different, her hair was blue... and then her eyes were golden... and then her tits were ginormous. Every time I focused on an aspect of her or even my cock it was like the picture changed. It was big... it was blue... it was covered in tattoos... it was two squeezed together and stroked by hands which felt like the inside of a vagina. And the versions of me were different bodies all overlaid until one popped out to my consciousness... mine, on the verge of orgasm by the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw them.