Sasha’s pencils flew across the page, sometimes shading, sometimes outlining, a line here, a curve there, and now and then she would pause, looking at me, or more precisely, looking at my cock, her brow furrowing as she turned the pad slightly, or added a detail. She sometimes would lean forward, to get a better view, and I would look at her breasts, barely held in check by the basque, and my cock would twitch, something that bought a smile to her face. If there were periods where nothing much was happening, I would go a little soft, and she would talk to me, tell me to imagine her breath on my cock, or my hands on her boobs…and once, she asked me to taste her by licking my fingers, which, when I did, brought forth a low moan from her.
Soon, the sketch was done, and she showed me. She was certainly a great artist, she had captured me, well, mostly my cock, in great detail, but also a fair amount of the rest of me too, although that was in a little less detail. When I pointed this out, she dropped a hand to my groin, cupping my balls, and said “Well, I’m hoping to see more of you in the future, so I can fill in any last details” and she looked at me, her hand caressing my sack and cock. I don’t think there is much more to see,” I joked, “I’m stood her butt-naked!”
“Mmmm… yes, you are, and I promised you I’d use this on you” she said, turning her face to mine and kissing me, our tongues searching for each other, before she slowly dropped to her knees and, taking hold of my cock again, she sucked the head into her mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue as she did so. I groaned, which spurred her on, one hand playing with my balls, as the other wrapped itself around my shaft, as she licked and sucked the tip, sometimes bobbing her head down to engulf some more of the length.
All too soon, she stopped, coming back up to kiss me again.
“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable”. She said, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs, and into her bedroom.
She turned me, pushing me back on the bed, and climbing on top to straddle me, she kissed me again. I wanted to touch more of her, so I raised my hands as she sat back, her wet pussy resting on my cock, as she used it to rub her slit, rocking back and forth on it. I loosened the front lacing on her basque, and eased her tits out, the nipples already hard. I caressed each one, cradling each boob in the palm of a hand and using my thumbs to rub the nipples, and she shuddered, rubbing her pussy along my cock. “Mmm… that feels good,” she purred, looking down at me as she leant forward, putting her hands on my chest to support herself. This brought her nipples within reach of my mouth, and I wasted no time in trapping one between my lips, gently nibbling and sucking it, which elicited yet another moan from her.
Her moans escalated, she was now rubbing herself quickly along my length, my cock head almost popping into her pussy as she slid up and down. “Stop, stop, oh please, stop,” she said, pulling herself away, “I said I was going to do something with my mouth” and she moved back and down, kneeling on the floor by the bed, and quickly sucked my cock back into her mouth, licking her own juices off it. She took one of my hands, and placed it on the back of her head, and as she lowered her mouth down I pressed gently. “Mmmm…” she moaned, swirling her tongue around the head as she came back up, before plunging down again, repeating this, going deeper and deeper each time. She looked at me, the eye contact making my cock twitch, and, when she came up for air she said “When I go right down, I want you to hold me down on it for a second or two, ok?”
“Uh, sure” I said, and she plunged her mouth right down on my cock, burying her lips in my pubic hair. I held her there, until she tapped my thigh, and I released her, and she gasped, licking her way up my cock, then dipping her head down to suck one of my balls into her mouth. “Again, ok?” she said, looking at me, and I nodded, as she plunged her mouth down onto my cock, right to the base. This time she held it there for a second or two more, before tapping my thigh, and I released her head. She did the ball sucking thing again, which was fast becoming something I loved, and then she looked at me again, “Mart, this time, I’m going to make you cum, don’t hold back, but tell me when, and hold me down on it again, ok?”
Uh, yeah, sure” I said, and I think she sensed that I was into uncharted territory, “It’s ok, I love it, you aren’t doing anything wrong, I want to do it for you, you understand?”
Now I got it, it was turning her on as much as it was for me. “Sure, if you are sure” I said.
Her answer was to start to wank my cock, sucking the head, again keeping eye contact, playing with my balls as she did so. I groaned, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would cum. This seemed to spur her on, and she started to suck my cock deeper and harder, wanking the shaft faster, always looking at me, picking up cues on what was driving me towards my orgasm. I was swept up in it, driven forward as she started going deeper and deeper, moaning on my cock as she realised that I was getting close.
“Oh fuck,” I cried, as that tingle started, somewhere deep down inside me, rushing towards my balls, and I grabbed her hair, pushing her down, feeling the drawn out groan in her throat as she realised I was cumming, and she forced her mouth down deeper than before, as I started to erupt, holding her down, feeling her swallow as she sucked me harder and harder. My orgasm seemed to last forever, but I eventually came down, as Sasha licked my cock clean.
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