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Gun After countless hours of flirting on the phone, we decide to meet. That morning, and through the entire day, my mind was racing and my body was aching for you. Finally, all of my pent up cyber frustration would be released. I manage to make it to 8 pm, I hear my doorbell. My heart jumps with anticipation. I open the door and smile, inviting you in. Standing there looking beautiful, your sparkling eyes, your fluttering lashes, your bright smile—so wonderful. We sit in my living room, a delectable spread of finger foods before us, and chat. Teasing and flirting, as always, the conversation flowing easily. Now, unlike before, I can see you. Watch how the light reflects off of your skin, notice how the silk of your dress hugs your curves, smell the sweet scent of your perfume. I am electrified. My body yearns for yours. Minutes turn to hours, our laughter and talk flow freely. Abruptly, you state that you must leave, and walk toward the door. Shocked, not knowing why, I follow you. Your hand grabs the knob, turns and pulls open the door. My hand extends, stopping the door and slamming it shut. You look at me, smiling, thinking I’m teasing. “Where are you going?,” I ask. “Home,” you reply, still smiling. “I don’t think so,” I retort. Still assuming I am playing, you pull the door again. My hand does not budge. The look in my eye clearly tells you this is not a joke. Chuckling uneasily, you say “c’mon, quit playing, I need to go.” “The only place you’re going is on your knees.” “ Now.” I say coolly. The blood rushes from your face, pale white, you stare at me. “I said on your knees,” you are frozen. My hand on your shoulder, pushing you down. You don’t move. I reach behind my back, you see the candlelight bouncing off of the stainless steel barrel of my pistol. Your body sinks to the floor. “That’s better, baby. Now open,” blankly you stare at me, your mouth tightly closed in defiance. I press the cold, steel barrel against your cheek, dragging it to your jaw, pushing slightly in and down, your jaw opens. “See, that wasn’t so hard,” I say. “Take out my cock.” Your hands shakily undo my belt and unzip my pants. Reaching in, you pull out my throbbing cock. Barely an inch between my member and your red lips. “Lick it. All of it.” The gun’s barrel lightly circling against your cheek, mimicking what I expect your tongue to do to my hard cock. You get the hint. Slowly, the flat of your wet tongue slides over my length. Licking and savoring every inch as your warm saliva bathes my shaft. Teasing its head, lapping against the vein, I feel sublime. “mmm, that’s my good girl,” I moan. “Now, blow me.” The barrel of the gun sliding back and forth against your cheek, slowly and deliberately. You stop. Your blue eyes fixed on mine as you look up from your knees. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said blow me,” still, you remain motionless. You feel the barrel of the gun press into your temple, yet you continue to defy me. The *click* of metal against metal is the only sound you hear as I depress the hammer. Your mouth immediately surrounds my cock. “Good baby, just like this,” as the barrel strokes back and forth against your cheek once more. Your suction is fast and hard, my cock bulging in your mouth, filling your throat. “That’s good, my sweet baby. Now, fuck yourself with your fingers,” I command. Feeling the pleasure as your wet mouth envelops my shaft, your head bobs back and forth as I feel your tongue circling and lapping my cock while your lips tightly grip it. “Pound your little cunt with your fingers, I want to hear it.” You comply, as I can hear the sloshing sounds as your delicate fingers thrust hard into your precious little twat. “Get them wet for me and smear your juice on my chest.” “Yes,” I moan as I feel your slick hot wetness slide along my skin. “Good girl, finger fuck your pussy again.” Loudly now I hear you thrust and pound your own box. I feel your moans as they reverberate around my thick cock as you suck me in. Your body starts to tremble and shake, your cock-sucking now powerful, yet erratic. I hear your juices splash against my hardwood floors as they squirt from your snatch. “Perfect. Now, take your lips off of my dick.” The barrel of the gun traces from your cheek to your forehead. “Open your mouth.” Your stubbornness shows yet again. I press the cold metal circle of the barrel in hard, leaving an indent in the middle of your forehead. You open your mouth. “Jerk me off. Spray my cum all over your pretty face.” Your hands grip my hard shaft and begin to pump. Your fingers like a vice as you fist pump my shaft. Hard and fast, my turgid member fighting against my body as it shudders and shakes. Moaning loudly, my body overwhelmed by torrents of lustful energy, I erupt all over your beautiful face, gob after hot gob splatters against your skin, gooping over your cheeks, your lips and your chin. Laying the gun on the table, raising you to your feet. I grab you, pull you into my arms and passionately kiss your cum covered lips. Smiling at you, feeling you pull me into you hard, I say, “that was fucking hot, worked out better than we planned.” Grinning back at me, “it sure did,” you coyly reply.   |
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1/12/2011 3:32 pm |
Damn baby thats what quite the sex toy you have there .....grins
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