Tossing You Off

You are so hard. Lying there naked, you know cock straining, pulsating. Your stomach muscles tense as I run my fingers down your muscled arms, your chest. My nails scrape the insides of your thighs.

This is just for you. I know you yearn to reach out and touch my naked tits, but you just need to lie back and enjoy. You have been such a good boy, said such nice and complimentary things about my dirty stories. This is your reward. 

My fingers move upwards and lightly tickle your bald. You moan. I lightly cup and then stroke them. Your hips rise right up off the bed. You’re very excited aren’t you baby? Dying for me to touch that throbbing cock.

Your excitement makes me wet, as it always does. I lightly run my fingers up your thick shaft, lightly tapping, teasing. Ohhh that low, guttural moan. So sexy. You want me to toss you off? Just ask me baby.

I put my hand around your aching cock. It is hot and hard to touch. Throbbing. I just grip, tight. It throbs. Each time it throbs I give it a squeeze. You moan again.

Are you looking at my tits? Can you see my nipples are hard, doing this for you turns me on so much. Your balls look so full and ready to burst. You need to cum, don’t you?

I start to move my hand up and down, my grip still tight, still squeezing against each throb. You like that, don’t you? Tell me. Tell me you like it. Tell me how lucky my husband is. Tell me I am a dirty slut, you know you can. Say whatever you need to make yourself even more excited. Let it all out. I don’t mind.

I am wanking your sexy cock in a steady rhythm now. It is sexy, you know. It is so sexy that it gets hard for me, from just my words, thoughts and fantasies. You want me to stroke your balls at the same time? Slide a finger up your arse? Sit astride you so you can look at my cunt? Just ask, baby. This is for you.

Your breathing is getting a bit raw. I can hear your heartbeat and feel your cock pulsing. I have done this so many times

for so many guys. I speed up, grip tightening a little. Talk dirtier.  What will get you there? Me talking about my cunt being soaked? Me telling you about all the guys who have cum in my hand, my mouth, my cunt? Me admitting that I masturbated thinking about this?

You are getting close, aren’t you? I speed up. Your hips are thrusting wildly now, like you are fucking. You’re going to explode, aren’t you baby? 

I stop. I hold your throbbing dick right there, on the edge. You moan, frustrated but excited. I kiss your chest, your nipples, your stomach. You thrust against me. I kiss your thighs. I lick your full, aching balls. Your shaft. I take you in my mouth. I taste your hot cock. I wank it slowly, so slowly, into my mouth.

Then I stop again. Your hips rise right up again, your whole body a seething mass of arousal and frustration. Your cock quivers. Has it ever been so hard, so needy as this?

I smile. I put my hand between my legs. I am so wet. I let my juices soak my fingers. Then I grip you again, with real intensity this time, you know I mean it, you know I am not going to stop, that my pussy-soaked fingers are going to let you cum all over them. I grip tighter and wank you faster, watching your face contort, your hips thrust, feeling the throb of your straining erect cock. Go on baby, cum for this dirty little bitch, let go, cum all over me, oh fuck here it cums, good boy, there now, cum in my hand, I love making you cum.

Nice? Let me get you all cleaned up. Relax baby. That was for you.

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