Greedy Cunt

I can barely detect the change in the air. A subtle shift in the scent. A light creaking of foot on carpet-covered floor.

Its pitch black from one corner to the other. I’ve been here for … I don’t know. Has it been an hour? Or fifteen minutes?

I pull on the ropes tied around my wrists and they bite back, digging into my skin, reminding me quite clearly that I have nowhere to go.

I know she’s hovering somewhere just beyond my ability to reason. Watching me. Gauging me.

The bed shifts beneath her weight and I gasp without warning. My senses strain for the smallest stimuli. She hums and to my ears its like a sex freight train, short circuiting every nerve in my body.

My back arches off the mattress as her fingers brush my cheek and comb through my goatee. My entire body is alive with HER.

Her thigh brushes my chest as she sweeps it over me and I feel wonderfully textured fishnet grazing my nipples. Her fishnet-clad thighs settle above my shoulders and beside my neck. I can smell her scent. Its overpowering.

Her skin glints in soft slivers of moonlight from the nearby window and I realize that she’s not just wearing stockings, but an entire fishnet bodysuit. My body reacts as her fingers delve between her thighs and brush against the only inch of her skin not covered in black netting.

I hear her moan as her fingers brush against her golden lips. Her back arches and her hips quiver as she strums the puffy mound that flanks her lips. I feel her thighs tighten around my neck as she lowers her hips toward my mouth.

I stretch my neck upward, poking my tongue out as far as it will reach. And she chuckles. She hums as she continues fingering her greedy cunt mere inches above my tongue. Her fingertips tickle the edge of my chin playfully and I try to kiss them, growling as she pulls at my goatee.

“Do you want it?” She purrs, toying with me.

“Yesss.” I hiss, biting at her retreating fingertips.

“I’m not so sure I believe you.” She taunts, lowering her hips against, mashing her clit against the tip of my noise. I moan without the inclination, or ability, to restrain myself, kissing her silky smooth lips as she grinds them against me.

And just as suddenly she pulls away, leaving me gasping for breath. Trying desperately to settle my pulse. I want her so bad, I’m hanging on a cliff just short of insanity.

I can hear her giggling and it’s another piece of straw on the camel’s back. She hums again as she traces her finger down my nose.

I twist my face away. I’m in a fever now. Going mad slowly.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” She teases.

“Just fucking give it to me.” I grind the words through my teeth. She coos.

And suddenly I’m overwhelmed in darkness as she slams her hips down onto my face, working her juicy lips over my mouth like a fresh-squeezed orange. I feast on her, literally, sucking her lips and her clit into my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue.

She squeals and I can feel her full weight bearing down on me. And its heaven. My whole body strains to get more of her into my mouth. My nose devours her sweet, musk scent and I’m dizzy with it. She hums again as I feel her weight lifting from me and I’m near to howling in a rage.

But she’s not teasing me anymore. I feel her weight resettle onto me, this time spreading out onto my chest and stomach and I think I know what she has in mind. Her fingers dance along her clit as I bury my tongue deep inside her pussy, tongue fucking her like it’s a miniature cock. I feel and taste her explode all over my mouth and slurp it noisily, slaking my endless thirst for her.

Can I ever get enough? Is enough, even enough?

Then I feel her lips. Light at first. Peppering my abdomen with soft kisses. My hips literally quake at the surprising sensation. Her fingers rake across my thighs as she slowly begins a new rhythm with her hips, riding me. Her fingers close in and curl around my sac, massaging and squeezing my balls gently.

I suck her clit back into my lips as she pulls on my goatee with her fingers, moaning as she kisses the twitching tip of my cock. I sigh against her glistening lips and she chuckles, sliding her lips over my head and sucking me in. She licks all around the tip with her tongue and I lose it.

I just can’t hold it in anymore. My hips arch off the mattress and I fill her mouth with seed. Wave after wave assaults my senses and its just not enough. I hear her moaning as she swallows every last drop, slurping noisily around my cock.

She wiggles her hips and I can’t help chuckling myself, tilting my head back and to the side to kiss her inner thigh. She smacks my thighs and leans her head down against my stomach, her chest expanding with a deep sigh, and I wonder how long she’s going to lay here, stretched out naked across me.

And I think to myself, “Do I care as long as it’s a very long time?”