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I couldn’t hear anything beyond the clenching of my jaw and the reverb of the leather arm rest against my fingertips. His black eyebrows stood above my pelvis like an ashen sunrise. The rest of his face was pressed in between my legs, basking in my goddess haven, while he drank every ounce of my ambrosia.

His nose and tongue explored my great divide. I could feel him searching me completely, as he dug around for my truffle. He spread me apart allowing my pleasure to slowly moistened his lips and beard. I bit my bottom lip as he took small sips from my chalice. I put one hand over my mouth, but the action did nothing to muffle my moans. My ass clenched with every action he performed. His grip on my thighs, his tongue swirling around my entrance, his warm breath breathing down on my ass cheeks, everything felt amazing.

His mouth explored every corner of my southern hemisphere. He left traces of faint wet kisses on my inner thighs. He playfully nibbled around my lips. He traced my panty line with his tongue. It was his foreplay. He lifted my legs to bite at my ass, just enough to make me jump for him. I was his plaything, his afternoon snack, and he was going to consume all of me.

His tongue plunged between my lips, releasing the pent up nectar that was building within my walls. He lapped at the juice, pressing his powerful tongue against me, rapidly sliding up and down the entrance to my garden. I dug my fingers into the couch cushions in an attempt to stop squirming. He gripped my thighs tighter to hold me still, another thing I liked. He swirled around inside of me, hitting every perfect nerve ending. I could feel the trembles inside of me building. He was trying to make me cum without ever touching my clit and he was about to suceed.

Before I could reach the pinnacle of my ecstasy and paint a buon fresco masterpiece on his tongue, he pulled away. I hadn’t noticed how heavily I was breathing until I couldn’t feel him anymore, and my senses started to return. “Why did you stop?”

He was staring right into my face when I opened my eyes. “I just wanted to see your face before I drank the rest of you.” He smiled, exposing an aura of sexual deviance that only a god of eros could achieve. I bit my lip and turned away from him, utterly embarrased at how good he had made me feel. His tongue did things, my toys could never match. I wanted to live in his mouth and he knew it. My mind went wild thinking of what else he could do to me. Would he finally suck on my clit? Would he put his fingers in me? Would he lick my ass? Would he flip me over and eat me from the back? I wanted the answer to be yes to everything. I wanted to know everything the man could achieve between my thighs. I couldn’t stand not knowing. My toes curled in anticipation of his big finale, the moment he swallowed my climax. I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached down, grabbing the back of his head, and shoved him back into my “cakie.” He had no choice. I was going to force my orgasm down his throat.

His face slammed back into my coochie sending a shock through my back. He nestled his lips and nose back into me, giving me that feeling I had already began to miss. I rubbed against him as he ate me out, my hand never leaving the back of his head. I ran my nails through the small curls of his hair, maintaining my grip on him so he couldn’t leave me. The pressure of his tongue intensified. He was pulling at my soul but I wanted to hold out. I wanted my explosion to build in intensity. I fought against the pleasure I was so graciously recieving. I squeezed my walls together trying to fight back the urge to release. I was on the verge of crying out. I felt it. I was so close and then–and then he finished me. His tongue sprung against my clit and my legs jumped outwards, spasming as I came for him.

As I twitched and cried out, he continuously attacked my clit and lips with his majestic tongue. I tried to pull away, but he maintained his grip on me. I convulsed heavily around his head crying out for him without even knowing his name. “Baby, oh my god, I’m cumming.” My words egged him on as he continued to bat my button around between his lips. My back arched in euphoria. My eyes opened to nothing. All I could see was the feeling he was blessing me with, the biggest orgasm I had ever felt.

I clutched my face in my hand as his licks finally subsided. My body was still twitching from the spell he had just casted on it. My ass was wet from the cum that ran down between it.

He stared in between my legs, breathing heavily and licking his lips like a customer staring at his dessert. I spoke in sections between deep breaths. “Did you…enjoy…that?”

“Fuck…yes,” he replied. “Goddamn, that shit was good as hell.” I giggled at the sentiment. I’m glad he enjoyed. I didn’t feel so bad about nutting all over his face and work clothes.

He stood up before me and looked down at my erect nipples standing beneath my camisole. His dick was still hard, pressing against the inside of his dingy blue jeans, trying to escape. I sat up and grabbed at it again, unzipping his pants with my other hand. I reached in and finally pulled it out.

I was high from the amazing oral he had just performed on me, but the visage of his magnificent dick was quickly sobering me up. It was so thick and warm in my small hands. I traced the prominent veins with my thumb while I stroked it up and down. I wanted more. I wanted to taste him. I wanted him in my mouth.

I leaned forward with my lips gaped open, my tongue extended to meet the head of his cock. I felt his hefty penis jump as my tongue pressed against his tip. As I began sliding forward, moving further onto his penis, music started to play.

“Fuck,” he shouted. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as his alarmed continued to ring. “I gotta get back to the site. I’m so sorry. I completely lost track of time on you.”

I was speechless. He took the time to service me to completion and was about to leave before I could return the favor. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go. Thank you for the water and the snack.”

Before he could turn around I pulled my yellow camisole over my head, exposing my breasts in front of him. “What’s your name?” He looked down at my chest, not saying a word. I reached up and rubbed one of my erect nipples for him. “What is your name?”

“Bash. Sebastian, but I go by Bash.” He kept his eyes right where I wanted them, on my fully exposed body.

“Well, Bash. You owe me. You owe me that dick and you owe me a mouthful of your cum. And I want it today. Do you understand.” I was never the dominant type, but after what he gave me, there was no way I was letting him get away.

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’ll be expecting you after you get off of work today.”

“I’ll be here.” He gave my body one last look and left the apartment. His dick was still hard.

To Be Continued…

DISCLAIMER : Jae has a pretty filthy mind. I mean, just look at the amount of naughty, poetic detail he put into this chapter. What a pervert…lol. But just remember, this story was written for a challenge from someone he really cares about, and if you got a little turned on while reading it, you’re totally welcome. Just leave a comment and tell us all about it.

With all that said, please remember that this is an original piece of fiction created and copyrighted in 2019 by Jamale Davis. All rights are reserved by him.