1. 11. Anne-Marie's List of One.


    Date: 7/13/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    wasn’t like any blow job I’ve ever had, it wasn’t a “job” at all. She was clearly just enjoying my cock, enjoying her tongue on it, the hardness in her mouth and hand. She panted a few breaths, watching her hand blur up and down, and a snowballing rush charged through me. I arched up to her quick fist, locking solid, babbling, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!” Anne-Marie cheered and I burst and she squeaked, quickly dipping and engulfing my erupting head. I pumped quick frantic jets while she purred excitedly, locking her head and hand in place as I thrust at her mouth. In the mirror she looked like cat inflicting a killing bite, clamped down and motionless as her prey thrashed below her. She closed her eyes, the only movement her tongue sliding backwards and forwards as she swallowed my climax. The pleasure overwhelmed me and I thrust and shuddered, giving over completely to the primal illicit sensation of having my orgasm sucked out of me, my entire lower half dissolved into throbbing bliss. I couldn’t tell what was me and what as her and had no idea if I had stopped cumming or not. Anne-Marie suckled and kissed and coo-ed and licked and it went on and ...
    on, beyond my orgasm, beyond the almost unbearable hyper-sensitisation and into a soothing, calming, caress. I leant up on my elbows to find her watching her reflection licking the last white drip from my softening member. She swung her eyes up to meet mine, looking tired and happy. “Fuck, that was amazing,” she croaked, slinking up the bed on all fours to my comatose figure. Her tongue probed the corner of her lips, exactly like a cat “Thanks, Fluffer.” She pecked me on the cheek. “I so needed that.” She knelt beside me and sighed and stretched, adding creakily, “You are, by far, the number one on my naughty list.” We smiled at each other. I thought God, you are so gorgeous and she seemed to read it off my face. Her smile flattened. She jerked a nod. “Now I’ve got to go.” “Lie with me a bit? Come and cuddle?” I made a feeble grab at her waist, but she was up and gathering her clothes. She peered down at me, smiling but frowning. Looking back on it, that last thing I said to her was exactly the reason I never saw her again. “Come and cuddle” was a relationship. “Come and cuddle” was, for her, the only unacceptable, unforgivable thing I could have said.
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