Everything She Wants #MasturbationMonday

“What do you want, girl?”

The question was almost too open. What did she want? How could she possibly decide? Images flashed in her mind.

Her body bent over the bed. His cock, stiff and thick in his hand. The gag. The rope. Forced orgasms. Edged orgasms.

What was the right answer? How could she pick just one thing? Her lips parted. Her heart pounded.

“Breathe, girl. It was a simple question.”

Tell that to her flushed skin and imagination now in overdrive.

“You’re overthinking it. What’s the first word that comes to mind. Tell me now.” His voice was harsh, compelling her obedience.

“Cock.” The word blurted out from some unconscious part of her kinky psyche.

He smiled. “Good girl. Tell me more.”

Oh God, he wanted details. She didn’t know, wasn’t even sure why she’d said the word. Then she imagined her mouth wrapped around him, the silky hardness moving back and forth across her tongue. Her mouth watered.

“I want to suck your cock, Sir.” Now her voice came out as a whisper. The admission made her skin hot. She looked down at her hands, unable to meet his eyes. “I want my mouth fucked.”

He grabbed her chin and tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him. “Only mine?”

Her body clenched; her nipples tightened, pushing against her shirt. He couldn’t have missed her reaction. He tightened his grip. “Tell me, girl.”

“No, Sir.” She gulped. “Not just your cock.”

Releasing her, he sat back, chuckling. She didn’t dare move. Not until he told her to. A knock on the door startled her.

“Oh good, right on time.” He stood up. “On your knees girl, eyes closed, mouth open. You’re about to get exactly what you want.”

Sweat broke out across her skin. Her pussy spasmed as she slowly slid from the couch to the floor. How could he have known what she’d want? Was this planned or was he, right now, convincing a random stranger to let her suck him off? A delivery man? Pest control guy? Her landlord?

The idea should have filled her with revulsion but he’d long ago wrangled some of her dirtiest fantasies out of her. Sucking the cock of men who weren’t her Sir was only one of them. Low voices drifted around her, as she closed her eyes. Just as she opened her mouth, she heard, “Oh good, our little slut is ready for us.”

The sound of multiple zippers being pulled down sent a shiver through her body. Warm heat flooded the center of her body.

“Ok, boys, get ready to have some fun.”

Just how many were there? Would she be able to tell? Who were they? Did she really even care?

Mouth open, tongue out, hands on her thighs, she waited. As the first cock slid over her tongue, she relaxed. Yes, this is what she wanted more than anything. And no, she didn’t care who they were, as long her Sir was one of them.

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! Not a lot of kinky fuckery going on around here right now, so we all have to make do with my imagination. Looking for more smut? Check out the rest of this week’s smutty goodness!