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I’m up in the swing now, marveling at the feeling. It’s as close to floating as I think I have ever been. My legs are held up at an angle in stirrups; my ass is held aloft on a small cushion; my hands and fingers are wrapped tightly around some handholds up near my face.
But it’s having my bare back, and part of my ass pressed up against the hotel room door — something that I doubt the hotel owners or designers ever intended or imagined— that really has me delirious with excitement and anticipation.
That, and the fact that Alex, after getting me in the swing set, just stands there contemplating. Looking at my pussy, which is now fully exposed to him. Held open, ready for whatever he may want to do to it or to the rest of me.
He’s got a few of his instruments ready on the floor next to him — a blindfold, some nipple clamps, and an object that looks like a mini whip or riding crop, but it’s covered with soft string or fur at the top — but none make it into his hand. Not yet. He’s making me wait on purpose.
So, I just wait like a good little girl for him to push me.
For what seems like a long time, the only sound in the room is my body moving in the leather straps, and those leather straps creaking softly from their place on the door.
Then Alex makes a beeline for me. Before I can even register half of what’s going on, he spreads my legs open further, knelt between the knees he’s just opened, and buried his mouth in my pussy.
Still wet and aching for release from the attention he gave me a few minutes before, my lips and clit are more than ready for him. They respond the instant they feel his hot, possessive breath on them. Even that is like having a finger caressing the inside of my thighs, penetrating my drooling folds.
But, as I feel his silky tongue land on my clit, and start doing short, fast licking motions, it’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Better than a finger. Better than a vibrator.
Immediately I cry out. I grip more tightly to the hand holds, but even with my slight movement, his tongue continues to pursue me. He continues to lick and suck at my clit with such speed and lightness that the only thing I can imagine is a hummingbird’s wings fluttering inside me.
That fluttering feeling quickly soars out into the rest of my body as he continues to savor and taste me. To cover every inch of my swollen and fat pussy with his dominating, suffocating mouth. I groan and gasp, feeling his whole mouth latch on to me and suck. Now not only is my clit getting circled by the slow, deliberate motions he’s making with his tongue, but his lips pull down on my hood. The motion of my hood against my clit is intense. It’s like a little electric shock moving across and down.
Just when that electricity is about to penetrate the deepest part of me and give me what I’m anticipating will be the strongest orgasm I’ll ever have, Alex backs off. Pulls away. Stops.
“Now for that dessert I promised you,” he says, quickly repositioning me in the swing so that I’m on my belly across the seat of the swing, with my legs still up in the stirrups, and my hands still able to access and use the handholds. Except now, Alex is naked from the waist down and has positioned me in such a way so I can suck his dripping cock while leaving myself open to his hungry mouth.
Alex thrusts his cock within my reach, allowing my eyes to take in every tall and proud inch. Every silky and shiny bit of head. Every thick, throbbing vein. As I look at it, I can’t help but drooling. There’s something about the dark cherry-like tip that just makes me crazy. Makes me want to put it in my mouth and suck on it like a lollipop. The smell of it is even enticing. Smells like aftershave, or like peppermint. With an intriguing hint of chocolate.
“Well,” he says, moving his cock right up to my closed lips, “eat up.” He pauses. “Or do I have to get tough with you about eating what I put on your plate?”
A thrilling shiver of excitement goes through me. “No, Sir,” I say, though I’m curious what he means by “get tough.” Obediently, I open my mouth and move up and down on him. But I’m not just going through the motions like I’ve seen in some of the porn I’ve watched. I’m taking time to taste. To savor. To touch and feel him as he did me. And he’s delicious.
Every bit of skin, every textured vein, it all has a “flavor” to me. I savor each one, not realizing that I’ve gone from taking a little bit of him in my mouth at a time, to taking the whole thing. I’m almost to the base, and I didn’t even realize it.
I moan happily, hornily, loving the feeling of being so full. I like the way my cheeks and lips feel stretched. The way his flared head gently teases the back of my throat. Rubs on the roof of my mouth.
It’s only when I alternate sucking on Alex with licking him, that I feel just how wet I’ve become. How goopy I am in the swing. There’s so much, some of it’s got to be dripping down onto the floor. Or so I think.
But then I feel Alex’s mouth come up from behind, and he drinks me. Devouring me all over again.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he scolds, giving me a sound slap on my ass. “You’re not going to stop until it’s all gone, baby girl. Do I make myself clear?” Another slap. With his mouth on me now, I can barely get it together to think a single coherent thought, let alone continue to blow him.
But I have to. He’s not going to give me any more of what I want if I don’t start behaving better.
“Crystal clear, Sir,” I say, hurrying to put my mouth back on him. I move up and down faster than before. I keep my lips tightly pressed around him, hoping that will make up for my lapse.
It seems to. Alex stops scolding me and starts pleasuring me instead. Again, I feel his tongue plunge into my pussy from the back. It feels like being filled with the softest, silkiest dildo, but this time I don’t stop what I’m doing. I just whimper and moan for him, letting him know how good it feels to taste while being tasted.
Alex moans as well. But it’s not to tell me how good something feels. It’s to tell me how good I taste. What a good girl I am. Of course, this only makes me hotter. Wetter. In seconds flat, my clit is swollen and heavy. Begging and pleading for relief from his tongue. I get a few brushes from the tip of is tongue, and I’m already seconds away from losing it. I press my mouth down all the way on his cock and keep it there.
As before, however, Alex lets up on me just shy of me being able to come. Shoot all of my spicy, tingly feelings into his mouth. But not before I get a small taste of him. Of some fluids he’s made just for me. They’re clear, but delightful, like a cinnamon roll without the frosting. “This is good dessert, Sir,” I say through my full mouth and rivers of drool. “Thank you, Sir, for feeding me.”
“I’m glad you like it, my pet,” he says, once again changing my position in the swing. I’m once again right-side-up, no longer on my belly. My feet, ass, and hands are positioned the same way, but I feel bigger, more open than before. Alex steps away, retrieving the blindfold and a pair of nipple clamps from the floor where he left them.
“But I’ve got some other things for you to try.”
After that, I can see nothing. That’s because he’s put the blindfold on me.
But it’s okay. I don’t need to see for what happens next.
I just need to feel the pinching and the light weight, as he puts one, and then both nipple clamps on me.
It’s a little uncomfortable, but it’s also exciting. Pleasurable almost, because of the heightened sense of touch my skin now has. Not just on my newly-clamped nipples, but everywhere on my body.
Alex is doing nothing but letting me hang there and wait for him.