“Yes.”
“Now, I want you to put your mouth on my clit. I want you to lick and suck. And occasionally, I want you to take your tongue and put it inside of me where your cock will go.”
“I will try.”
“That is all I ask. Now do it.”
He edges towards me, slowly. He looks positively mesmerized by my core. Then his lips and tongue are on me, and he is moaning into my quim.
“Shh,” I say, closing my eyes. The sensations soften me. “I will see to you. Do not worry.”
He does as he is told. He licks and sucks. It is not the most proficient cunt-lashing I have ever gotten, but it is far from the worst.
Then he gasps. And I understand what it means.
For a moment, I consider this outcome.
Will I allow him to spend in this fashion?
Quickly, I resolve on a plan.
“Do not spend,” I say, suspecting that he will not be able to obey. “Spend and you will lose your post.”
He lets out a sob and pauses.
“Do not stop. If you stop, the result will be the same as if you spend.”
He continues. But his moans are becoming wilder. I know that he will not be able to stop himself.
“You have been warned, Mr. Saintsbury,” I pant.
The truth is that I am already close myself. My orgasm rises faster than I expected.
“Put your fingers inside of me.”
He listens, raising two fingers to my entrance and thrusting. He is clumsy, but it doesn’t matter. I am so wet that he could be rougher still and I would like it.
“Now continue.”
He does and I am soon tensing around his fingers. He is moaning incoherently.
“Don’t—spend,” I say. “Ah!”
I slide my fingers into his hair, unable to stop myself from touching that thick, dark glory. I guide him lightly in the way that he needs, and it enhances my pleasure.
I come hard.
Harder than I expected.
“Good boy,” I say with a sigh once the first pleasure passes over me. “That was very good, indeed. Especially for a first try.”
Then he moans and shudders between my knees.
Chapter 8
Alfred
Ifailed.
