The Beautiful Kind

I woke to feel a hard cock pressing against my ass. It poked and prodded, its intention to invade me. I moaned and passively accepted it. The man in charge of the cock - and me - groped my soft flesh and pulled my face towards him so he could lick it crudely.

He fucked me for a long time, then said, “This time you’re going to swallow my cum - every last drop.” (Sidenote: Two days ago I had put in my request: “I haven’t eaten your cum in a while, we need to do that again sometime.” Top from the bottom, baby!)

A surge of disgust welled in my gut. I loved him telling me what to do.

He pulled out of me and ordered me to kiss his feet. Wordlessly I moved down towards the end of the bed and kissed his feet all over, rubbing my face and trailing my long hair over them. He jerked off as I rubbed my tits on them, then my pussy, working my way back up towards his cock. I rode his thigh, leaving a sticky trail.

Finally he came, pushing my head down on his swelling cockhead. My mouth filled with cum, and I swallowed, gagged. Still more cum flooded my mouth, and I had to swallow that, too. Every last drop. After taking a break to breathe, I licked his tip clean and crawled back up to lie with him. “Am I allowed back up here now?” I joked.

“Yes, you’ve been a good girl,” he murmured.

I nestled into his chest. “My belly has your cum in it,” I whispered.