Bill placed his hand on mine, I knew in that moment I was ready. I leant in for the kill and my lips touched Bills, a wave of passion broke upon my body as his tongue penetrated my mouth. I began to shake, when Bill suggested we took things to the next level. I began to remove Bills brightly coloured pashmina and got to work on his jeans. The feel of his bulging, spherical belly of masculinity, donned with beads of sweat and pube-like hairs glazed my cheek as I slowly slid down his sexual manly body. I knew, waiting for me below, was a beast of incomprehensible and insatiable magnitude. Was I worthy? Could I come out of this outer body experience alive? Would it take me to another place? Would I get to Bill birdhouse? Just as I grasped his belt, his beastly paw grabbed the back of my hair and threw me to the floor, I couldn't lie, the pain was magical. It pulsated through me with incomparable force, I enjoyed it when Bill indulged in his dominant side. I, eager to please, hastily unbuckled his belt buckle and slid his zip down. I was about to enter the lair of the beast. I slowly drew my lips towards his tower of meat and began to suck. "You've been a naughty little birdie" said Bill, aware of the affect his dominance had on me. I felt a tingling sensation in my genitals as I wrapped my lips firmly around his shaft. He thrust his phallic tool into my mouth as my mouth tightened. In and out, quicker and quicker, the aggressive motion gathered more force with each thrust. It was getting deeper, the passionate feeling that came over me was taken to another level when Bill started to grunt raspily. All of a sudden he burst into a sensual call of a peacock, the feeling overwhelmed me as I felt a warm spurt at the back of my mouth, Bills penis had made my mouth so sensitive that I was convinced I could feel the sperm. With that Bill zipped up his trousers, recovered his pashmina and gave me a look reminiscent of the look a father would give a brother and sister who have been caught making love. He walked away and left me lying there, now no longer impassioned in the throws of penetration and feeling guilty as I began to comprehend the severity of the act I had just committed.
