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"I see that you like me. You like me a lot." I still held the loincloth in my hand and I held it up to her face. I knew that now she could smell my musky scent, a heady aroma that left her inhaling deeply for more. "Do you want to taste it?" I asked, lifting the leather higher.
"Please, let me! It smells so good!" She cried.
"Well, you've been very good my dear," I began, drawing it out to tease her. "I think that you've earned a taste." I held the cloth up to her mouth and she lapped hungrily at it. Intoxicated by the salty taste she rolled her head back and moaned in delight. She went back in for more and I slowly drew the cloth away from her mouth. She craned her head forward, still unable to move, but to no avail. It was too far away and she couldn't possibly reach it. "Somebody seems a little over-eager."
"Please, don't tease me. Christ, you're still soft and look at that thing-"
"No, that won't do." I interrupted.
"What did I do wrong?" She wondered.
"My dear, that is the second time you have referred to my cock as 'thing.' Something as magnificent as this," I gave a twitch of my hips to emphasize my point, "deserves its proper title. It is a cock. Now say that to me."
She hesitated. What was left of her sensibility said not to say that word. "I've been taught never to say that, I can't!"
"But you will, or you won't have it. Don't you love me? Don't you want to please me?" I played my cards right. She looked down quickly, ashamed of what she was about to say.
"Your... that... thi-...cock." She finally murmured, more to herself than anyone. She was ashamed but she was mine. She had submitted, and that meant the fun could begin.
"Look into my eyes and say it." I said. This was her final test.
"Cock. Your big, fat, pulsing... cock." She had mustered all of her courage for that one moment, and the fire in her eyes burned anew.
"Good. Very good. Now, what would you like to do with that cock? Would you like it in your mouth? Do you want to taste it?" I was teasing her now. A glance down showed that tiny rivulets of her juice ran down her thighs, still bound by my will.
"Yes, please, I want it." She was thrashing her head now, her hair a wild mane tossed too and fro by her passion.
"Tell me, what do you want?" I asked.
"I want your big fat cock in my mouth! I want you to come down my throat!" She cried. Those were the magic words. I released her and she dropped immediately to her knees reaching for my cock with both hands. She cradled the fat head in her hands and it filled them to capacity. Her little hands looked even smaller on my huge cock and she slowly brought the head to her mouth.
"Why don't you give him a kiss? Maybe he'll come out to play." I said. Admittedly, it was cheesy, but I doubt she even paid attention. She simply did as I asked. The fat head met her soft rosy lips and she gave the dome a gentle kiss. Rather than rush her, I decided to allow her to follow her own course. She was clearly inexperienced and her experimentation could be quite fun.
She opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip like an ice cream cone and I felt blood begin to flow to my cock. It began to tingle as she played with it, and I grew painfully slowly. She stuck out her little pink tongue and ran it along the underside and swirled her tongue around once more at the tip. Her long blond hair, thick and soft, brushed across my shaft as she settled back on her knees and looked up innocently at me. "I don't know how I'll be able to get that in my mouth." She said, imploring for a solution. Luckily, I had one.
I made a few adjustments to her jaw making it so that she could take my enormous cock, which was still growing, into her mouth without dislocating her jaw. She felt the shift and smiled coyly. Church girl my ass.
"Good god!" She exclaimed, taking a second look at my cock, "It's even bigger!"
"Well yes, it does grow, however, there are two rather big guys who are feeling a little left out.