I am less sad than last week, which might have been because of the reviews! More reviews equals happier me! Thanks. This is lemony in ways, but not so much as funny. Hope everyone enjoys and reviews!
Someone squeeze my dick because I must be dreaming...or would that count as a dream 'cause- Focus, Sebastian! He wants cookies! Now which ones did he want? Given my easy access with my skirt, he could want Nuts and Butts Patties or... I didn't even finish that thought as I dropped to my knees, pulling down his slacks that he wore. I guess I was in a rush because his underwear came down too. His hands had slid up to my head, and it felt like he was urging me forward. So I did what any good Girl Scoot would do, I provided the costumer with their order.
I wanted to tease him. I really did. I had imagined this so many times, and I wanted to lightly trace my tongue from his base to his tip. I wanted to blow puffs of cold air on his dripping cock just so he would shiver more and so he would plead for my hot mouth. I wanted his tears to hit my face as he screamed for me to hurry. I wanted to finally relent to his wishes and let him enter my mouth. I wanted him to beg. Instead, I shoved his semi-hard penis between my lips. I was needy, damn it! It wasn't him that was begging, it was me with the way I sucked him so hard. Me, with the way I ran my tongue around him, scrapping my teeth lightly, deep-throating him without warning. His hands pulled at my hair, trying to pull me back, but I couldn't part for him. My mouth was parched and I need my thirst to be quenched. He kept saying to stop. Saying 'no more'. I responded by increasing my movement of my head. Up and down. Down and up. I had no stopping point. I could feel his heated organ hitting the back of my throat, but I still wanted more of him. I forced his thighs apart a little more so I had a little more room for my speed.
His cock is as far as it can get in my mouth. I suck and swallow but I don't move my head nor my hand that had wrapped itself around his base. Then I start up again. I go faster now, and his legs are shaking. I start to hum, and he screams. I don't know how he got his leg free from his pants, but it mysteriously rounds up on my shoulder. I have to place my free hand on his uncovered ass to hold him steady.
"Ah. Ahh~. No! St-ah-p! Plu-ah-se! I...Se-ba-stain! Ye...NO! Ahh!" His voice his making my head spin. Enough so that I have to pause, but I immediately resume. He is close, and I slow down. I glance up. I meet his gaze, and just like I wanted, there are tears. His eyes can't decide if they should be closed with pleasure or wide open to see whose pleasuring him so much. But once he sees my eyes, he keeps them open. Holding his stare, I slowly pull him out, letting his tip be rubbed with my tongue, then lips until his dick angrily snaps up. We both pant. He is about to say something when I grab him and swallow him whole. A fresh moan tumbles out. He is so surprised by the sudden amount of pleasure my act caused that he loses balanced, but I managed to push him forward to my mouth, making him penetrate me deeper than before. He is almost sobbing now as I lightly gag by his stagger. I pull him harder to me. "Oh! AHH! OH, God! Se~ Ohh! Sebastian!" He tries to move away from me, but I suck him so hard that he loses all his strengthen. I lift my head until I hold the tip then slam back down to base, causing him to explode. He yells as his cum shoots in my mouth, making its way down my throat as I swallow my treat. His dick spurts more and more, and I keep forcing myself to relax to take all of his juice.
Finally, he is done. I take him out of my mouth, letting in some much needed air to my lungs. He slides his leg off of me, but he still holds my head for support as he weakly stands up. I wipe any excess sperm lips and then lick it. He watches me through hazy eyes. We look at each other until we both catch our breaths. I smile. He smacks me on the forehead.
"What was that?! Huh?" He shakes me, which only brings my face closer to his spent cock. He blushes, lets go of me, and pulls his pants up, blocking me of my now favorite toy.
I purse my lips and rub the spot where he hit me. Jerk. I give him the best orgasm of his life, and I get hit? I mean, if he were to paddle me on the ass or the inside of my thighs, that would be okay, but this? Ungrateful guy.
" You said you wanted some of my cookies...right? I was just doing what I was told," I justify myself. He glares at me, turns around, and walks away from me. I would follow, but the panties I have on is either trying to make cry from how tight they are or ejaculate. It's like bondage and it is really turning me on. I guess I do have S&M tendencies.
Ciel sits down on the couch that we had 'played' on yesterday. He has his head in his hands as he calls out to me, "Are you coming over here or what?" I don't say anything because I am trying to hold back the groan that threatens to seep out as I shift my body. My lack of answer makes him lift his head, and he tilts his head in curiosity. His eyes bulge out as he notices the bulge in my skirt. "Do you...need help?" He gulps as do I. First he wants my dick, next he doesn't, then he does? I am just a man! I nod and he gets up and comes over to me. My eyes are beaming with glee at the prospect of him touching me willingly, but then my heart drops as he just offers his hand to help me up. I still grab it, though. He leads me to the seat.
"Sebastian... I thought you had real cookies," is what he tells me. "I didn't mean for you to-yeah."
"What? Why would I have real cookies, Ciel? Plus, I said my fake cookies names and everything. All very obscene and you wanted them, which means you wanted me." I rebuttal.
"Don't ever joke about cookies, Sebastian. I love sweets-" I interrupt him to interject "I gave you something sweet." "above anything else. That's what I meant. I am sorry if you misunderstood anything," he pauses. I am still hard, and though this conversation should make me soft, his voice makes me twitch. I am pretty sure he can see it, but he acts like its not there and grabs my hands. He rubs his thumb on the back of my hand. "About yesterday, I am not mad. I don't hate you, Sebastian. I could never hate you. It's my fault too. I was sick in the head. Out of my mind-" I frown. "No, not like that. Don't get me wrong. I very much enjoyed what happened last night and today, for that matter. It's just that it shouldn't have happened, you know? I am married."
Why can't he just fucking fuck me or let me fuck him? Why does he make this so damn difficult?! Hmm, would it be wrong to hold him down and have my way with him? Probably. "I know you are currently in a contract with that hussy of yours, but...what about me? Don't you feel something for me? Even just a little bit?" I am praying that his response is a good one.
"I-it's complicated. I don't know for sure. What I do know is that we shouldn't do this anymore. It's wrong, Sebastian. I am married, your teacher, and I am an older male. You understand, right?" His eyes are gentle, but his words are not. I rip my hand from his.
"NO, I don't understand! Ciel, I li-" he covers my mouth with his. It's a slow kiss, and it ends just as quickly as it started.
He pulls back and gives me a pained smile. He leans in and kisses my forehead, my nose, then my lips. "Don't. Don't say it, Sebastian. Please." I begin to protest but he kisses me again. Now, it is hard and passionate. It is him that slips his tongue through my lips. He pushes me down. Our tongues clash and as it we get more heated, our teeth clash too. He is confusing me beyond comprehension! But I keep kissing him back. Well, until the front door swings open, of course.