Body Art
By kjallen

Once, sexual taboos and female physiology almost made me commit a desperate act. I was sick and tired of being with men whom I wanted to feel something with but, for a matter of inches, could not. I could never tell the kind of men I usually dated what I needed them to do for me.

I tried with one man, but I felt so foolish and ashamed, especially after the odd look he gave me.

Prick.

Well, this was it. These were the thoughts that coaxed me along the road to the body piercing shop for the last time. I’d been there before about three times, trying to build up nerve, asking questions of the owner, Gareth.

He was a curious one. He always listened intently, answering carefully, as trying to read between the lines without scaring me. He often regarded my clothes with a kind of wistful stolen glance. I’m probably the only women he is ever seen hmm leather or denim. What kind of self-respecting secretary would give in to her desires and wear such fabulous things to the office?

On that last trip to the shop, I’d have to say that the weather contributed to my commitment. It was early spring, and already there had been a burning sun, then a swift storm, then bright sun again—all in one morning. If nature could be so intense, why not me?

The little bell rang as I entered, instantly causing the blood to drain from my face.  My determination had put me on a high, though, and I looked Gareth in the face when he turned. Did he smile? He was happy to see me! It was then that I realized I was attracted to him. Me, who had always dated men who wore suits by day and linen by night. Somehow, over the last three trips there, I had begun to find sensuality in his fine Welsh features, exposed nobly by his clean-shaven head. Even his discreet, simple nose ring had become a familiar and sweet sight.

He dropped his head, but I could still see the smile. He fiddled for a second with some metal thing, then said, “More questions?”

“Maybe,” I said, convinced that he knew I was ready

“But you haven’t asked me the real questions. You know…”

He slowly shut the venetian blinds.

There wasn’t much need in a residential area, but it still relieved me a bit.

“Questions like: How much does it hurt?” he continued.

“I’ve asked you that.”

He didn’t answer. It was true. He’d never told me anything about the pain involved in piercing a clitoris. My feet had grown roots; I couldn’t move. Gareth came over and gently pulled me to the chair. He sat down opposite me on his stool, leaning forward like an instructor.

Questions like: Does piercing really make sensitive areas more sensitive? Like say, a dick…um…penis, or a nipple, or something else?

God! Why was he always so careful with his language around me? It was so frustrating!

“Well, does it?” I finally asked bluntly.

He didn’t want to answer. “Yes, but look, why do you want to know?”

“I can`t believe you`re asking me…”

“Don’t your lovers do it for you?”

“Jesus!”

“Damn, I’m no good with words. I mean, find the guys who can do it for you. Don’t be too scared to say what you need. How will you explain a clit-ring to one of those stuck-up guys of yours anyway? They’ll feel it. They may not see it, and they may not ever touch you there with their hands, but they’ll feel it!”

During his appeal, he reached for my arm. The way our business relationship had suddenly turned personal was too much for me, and I lost my calm. “Don’t touch me!”

He pulled back so fast, he almost fell over.

“Sorry! Sorry. Damn.”

I felt badly, but a line had been crossed.

“Look, are you a body piercer or not?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Well, then…get set up.”

He took an extra long time, all in silence, but he finally sat back down, his piercing needle in his hand. I could see past him outside a bit. Half the sky was clouding over and we heard faint thunder in the distance.

“Well?” he said.

“Well,” I snapped, “get started.”

“Do you think l can pierce you through your clothes?”

I must have still looked helpless, because he reached forward and cautiously undid the bottom button on my dress. I became fascinated watching him undo the next three. His face was intent, serious, yet he looked at me each time for confirmation.

He reached down and gently removed my shoes, extending a beautifully curved and muscled arm. I wanted him to touch me.

He settled in and undid the last three buttons, exposing cheap, lace panties—a kind of bare honesty. Without judgment, he eased them down over my hips, his entire palms caressing my skin all the way to my ankles. He left them there and just gazed at me. His eyes rose to look at me as he set his hands at the tops of my inner thighs, stroking the hair of my vagina softly with his thumbs.

“You know, I can’t pierce it unless it is hard. Do you want to do it, or should I?”

This was getting worse and worse. He didn’t wait long for an answer, though. I was too confused to move, but I felt his thumbs get closer together, stroking harder. I thought, OMG, when he touches it I would faint.  But when he did, a thrill rushed throughout my whole body and half my mind was screaming, NO, this is wrong while the other half kept repeating, MORE, MORE, I feasted on the cohesion as it elevated my senses.

The storm outside grew-worse, though the sun was still out. It was as if the two worked in harmony. Inside, Gareth kept stroking my clit, curling the downy hair around his fingers. My passion was rising.  I knew he was watching my eyes. When they closed, I heard the stool roll back.

“I…I think it’s hard enough now,” I whispered.

“No, I don`t think so. I’ll have to use something else.”

I felt something warm and wet on my clit. It moved so flexibly around and around, then feverishly up and down. It was so shocking, so sensational.

He started stroking my wet folds deeply with his tongue and I felt something hard. It made me gasp with each stroke. I looked down, and he wanted me to see, so he paused, and flashed a gleaming stud in his tongue. Once he knew I’d seen it, he resumed stroking me with his tongue, the stud and his thumbs. He groaned softly in his effort, enjoying what he was doing to me.

I felt the orgasm come from far away

My silence alerted him and he fell into a rhythm. In the last moment I thought I could wrap my legs around the world and make love to it. The rush was so powerful that I called out to him and gasped and thrust my hips forward. Gareth caught me and held me firm. He was shivering and I could feel his penis through his army pants.

He kissed my neck, my ear, my hair, and I started to undress him.

I had never really touched cock before.  It felt so right and so hard. When I touched the tip, I felt a tiny drop of sticky moisture. Nervously, I whispered without thinking, “Make love to me, please. Come inside me!”

He sighed loudly and brought us both to the floor. I felt his hardness enter my still wet and swollen vagina. I felt every inch, every ridge or him. I had never known this in lovemaking before. Every part of my body was still so sensitive; I thought l felt the tingling of another orgasm approaching.

He thrust in time with the pounding gales outside, holding me tight, his face buried in my neck. I wanted to see him, to look at his beautiful face, so I kissed him.

Each time I nudged his head back a bit more until he was looking at me.  He started to thrust harder and faster. I could feel my slick inner walls gripping him each time. As his eyelids dropped, he thrust so fast that I threw my head back in ecstasy and let out a scream. He reached orgasm at the same time, calling out my name over and over.

The thrusting slowed as our hungry but spent bodies milked every last drop of energy from within us, and we lay still for some time.

After a while, Gareth rolled over and pulled me on top of him. I smiled and he kissed me.

“You’re a hypocrite,” I said.

“What?”

“You tried to convince me not to pierce my clitoris, to make it easier on my partner—yet you’ve pierced your tongue, probably to turn your partners on more.”

“Yeah, but that’s different. I’d never get my dick pierced.”

“No?”

He snorted. “NO way, and you should never get your clit done. I’d never get my tongue around it.”

I smiled at the promise of more afternoons spent like this.

“What about my tongue?” I asked.

His eyes twinkled as he looked away.

That was two weeks ago.

My co-workers are starting to wonder why I come back from my lunch breaks so flushed and radiant. Somehow, I think it’s made me attractive again to old lovers around the office. They stop by and chat and tease me as they never did before. I am bolder than I had been, and one day I made a sarcastic come back to one of their little comments. The guy stuck out his tongue at me in a friendly gesture of mock irritation. With a twinkle in my eye, I did the same.

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Strapped to Slats
By carravagio80

We’ve stripped the mattress from the low bed, its wooden slats are like a whalebone skeleton, pale pine. I’m strapped to the slats with brown belts around my upper arms, my chest, my ankles, one loose around my neck. I’m at her mercy.

Her body is browned and wet with sweat under a simple summer dress, crinkled blond hair and glossy wet lips. She smiles and lifts the dress, straddles my face with smooth long legs so that her moist pink lips are poised just above my own lips. If I stick out my tongue I can just graze their edge, slick already, smooth. Dew on petals. She lowers herself another inch and allows her wetness to glide along my tongue and lips, right down to my sticky chin; she moans. She likes this. This control. This mouth at her mercy. She places her hands down on my strapped chest for support, and begins to gyrate her hips to some forbidden rhythm, gliding along my mouth so that my tongue starts slowly on her sweet spot and then faster, so that it is buried deep in her juice; and then again, slowly; and fast and deep, over and over. I tease her clit with my tipped tongue in the moment I have to do so and she shivers; and I reach my tongue with all my strength up into the walls of her wet pussy, long and rigid, as she continues to ride it, faster now, juice dripping down my chin and her fingernails in the flesh of my chest. She clutches the hair on the top of her head with one hand as she strokes and strokes, a wet, wet mess, coming all over my face, shuddering down to her bones and twitching hard with a muffled scream as she finishes, comes down. And slides off.

She slips her dress up and over her wet body and wipes my face clean with it. She is tanned, tight and naked, and she puts a foot up on my chest and sinks her own two fingers into her juicy pussy. She strokes it and looks into my eyes, enjoying my helplessness. I twist and turn in my straps, my cock throbbing and hard, reaching for the ceiling. She strokes herself and smiles at the sight of my desperate cock, long and shining. She leans down and runs her tongue over my lips slowly; and again. She bites my lower lip gently and then moves her taut body down, down. She crouches between the slats of the stripped bed, naked and ready. I can only feel and wait, my neck is tied down, I can’t see a thing. One hand grabs the base of my cock, and then I feel a hot, wet, beautiful tongue lick my balls thickly in one smooth stroke; and again. And then the strange and wonderful sensation as she takes them in her mouth and sucks them gently, my whole cock throbbing in her hand, longing. She puts both hands on my cock and strokes away as she gently licks and sucks my balls, and then suddenly all sensation rushes to the head of my cock as it is enveloped in her hot mouth. Two hands stroke, and a warm mouth tightens and sucks, licks and teases, faster and faster, I strain against my straps, I push my pounding hard cock deeper into her throat and she makes small moaning muffled sounds, wet smacks and throaty gurgles as she slurps my cock with her hungry mouth. She knows I could explode all over her hungry lips, but she eases me out of her mouth and lets my cock shudder there in the cold air, desperate for something more.

So she stands between the slats, facing away from me. She bends over and fingers her pink sweetness for me to see, she rubs juice along her sweet asshole, sinks fingers into her pussy, moaning, enjoying torturing me like this.

But then she places two hands on my calves and lowers my sweet salvation down where it belongs. Her pussy is a tight, wet seal and as it finds my swollen cock she has to finesse and push down before it finally breaks in slightly. We both groan with a little pleasure, a little pain, her nails in my legs as she pushes a little deeper. I’m halfway in, but it’s enough for her for now. I can just make out her little ass rising and falling, so tight and smooth, as she rides the end of my cock, feeling its hardness, feeling her wetness pouring from deep within. She moans and sighs, clawing my leg and breathing heavy as she reaches orgasm, juices running down my cock to my balls, down the inside of her thighs.

But that’s just the beginning. She wants more straight away, right away.

Still facing away she now puts two hands on the slat on either side of my ribs, and her feet on the slat by my knees, and she envelopes my whole throbbing cock in her soaking pussy, so deep that it touches dark, wet walls deep inside her; but she likes feeling that she’s so full of cock that she’s going to burst, so she pushes deeper onto it, pushing and pushing, fucking the giant thing with her whole body, feeling it fill her up like she’s some hand puppet propped up by cock, fucking it harder and harder, deeper and deeper, slapping away, ‘I love your cock, I love your cock!’ she’s moaning, and her sweat’s in my sweat as she bangs away, using my rod to get her where she needs to be, deeper and deeper and deeper and faster, ‘God, I love your cock!’ and she moans from her gut and then sighs like a little girl as she slows down, coming hard, hard, hard on my throbbing hardness, full up inside her, letting the orgasm wash over her body and strip her muscles of their strength.

She pulls herself from my sticky cock and lays her sweaty heaving body against mine, sweat on sweat; we feel each other still breathing fast. And she rests in the warmth of her release.

Moments later, she finds my mouth with her wet lips, kisses me deeply and lowers herself again. She sucks my cock deep and long, and then straddles me, putting her hands on my chest. Her pussy is tight again as she squeezes me into her. ‘It’s your turn’, she whispers. And she begins to ride, her hips in smooth rhythm like she’s mastering a horse, some cowboy fantasy, rolling and tumbling with those lean hips, confidently giving my long cock the strokes it needs. She fingers and massages one wet breast, pushing it and squeezing it, licking her nipple as she moans and rides, smooth and strong. But I know she’s losing her control when she puts both hands back on my chest and rides my cock shorter and harder, faster and faster, her clit rubbing hard against my pubic bone and her breathing heavy and suddenly she comes hard again with a surprised yelp, finishing herself on my captive cock with six slow strokes, shuddering to a halt, collapsing.

She catches her breath, resting on my chest, but she can sense I’m ready to explode, so with all her strength she raises her perfect body around me again, and begins to ride. She knows I’m desperate to hold her slippery body in my strong hands, but she keeps control, moaning and moving her hips in slow circles. She lifts her ass off my legs a little so that her strokes run her pussy right over the sensitive head of my cock, as I push up with my hips, giving her even more cock. And with both hands on my chest she rides and rides, guiding me closer and closer, all the muscles of my body taut and ready to blow, “Come, baby, come,” she whispers as she bounces and glides all along my hardness, “Come, baby, blow it, blow it inside me,” I struggle against my straps, hands helpless, groaning in desperation as I ride the edge of a huge release. I watch her wet lips and her bouncing tits and the sweaty little patch of dark hair above the sweet pink candy giving me such joy, she rides and rides, “Come, baby, give it to me,” I watch her tight stomach with it’s perfect feminine lines, her hair wild across her face as she bounces and grinds, I am riding the edge and my cock feels like it could carry her to the ceiling, the head is on fire, “Come for me, baby, I want your come!” I grit my teeth as her hips roll and grind and her body bounces and pounds down on my overloaded hardness and then finally I let go, “Oh, yes!” she moans, I groan, she feels my cock stiffen against her tightness as it fires shot after shot of hot juice deep inside her body, and she continues to ride, slowly, my whole body contracting and releasing, my mouth wide open in orgasmic shock, she rides slower and easier, letting every last pulse from my exploding cock find its end, every last drop of juice drain inside her sweet, wet pussy, as my body drifts away to nothing.

Again, she comes crashing down on me, hurriedly releasing my arms from their belts so I can hold her in our wetness, find her mouth with mine and exhale the end of the love we made today into each other’s mouths, each other’s lungs, each other’s souls. Our longing bodies are quiet and content, every inch of skin and muscle spent, we listen to the night through the window and know that we don’t have to go anywhere.

We are here.

The Wobble iBoob, an app that lets you jiggle women’s breasts, is set to be removed from the App store. This particular app has been on the market for several months and has been downloaded about 1 million times.

Apple has removed the app due to a new policy change, and it has caused some commotion, especially with adult mobile app developers who say Apple needs to provide more specific guidelines on what it considers to be suitable content for iPhone applications. Not to worry about boob withdrawal – other apps such as “Epic Boobs,” “College Boobs” and “Asian Boobs” are still available for download.

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Student Nurse

By tcampf79

He could tell she had a crush on him. He thought that perhaps it was a cruel thing to do but when she sat with him that night long after her day training as a student nurse was over, stroking his brow and holding his hand, he just couldn’t help himself.

“Tonight is my last,” he told her. “I know that by tomorrow I will be gone from here.”

The look on her face was almost too much but when her eyes filled with tears and she leaned over and brushed his lips with hers he knew what he had to do.

“But you look so much better,” she said through her tears.

He wiped them away and smiled at her tenderly. “And there is so much I wanted to experience before I left this place.” He saw the glint in her eye… the determination to grant a dying man’s last wish.

What she lacked in sophistication and worldly ways she made up for with her angelic face, soulful eyes and a body worth dying for. In fact, her naivety was what drew him… so sweet, so innocent and so goddamn hot!

She stood before him. With the curtains drawn around his hospital bed, she started with the top button of her skin tight white uniform. Black lace encased breasts tumbled from their prison as she reached the button at her waist. Leaning in, she placed those full lips against his and taking his hands, placed them on those magnificent globes.

As his tongue slid between her parted lips to meet hers, he felt her shiver, nipples now hard against his palms. She pressed against him, pulling her lips from his as she gasped for breath and pulled the hospital blanket from his body.

His erection was clear as it bulged from his pajamas and as she undid each button on his top, he felt it stiffen further in anticipation.

Kissing her way down his chest he squirmed in delight beneath her. As her teeth grazed his nipples and warm tongue licked at them like a kitten, he wondered if after so long without, he might blow this chance before it started. As his hand caught her hair and he slid his fingers through the silky strands, he battled to control himself.

Licking and biting her way over his belly, she reached his pants and as he raised his hips, she had his stiff cock free in seconds. He groaned as her soft hands held him, slowly sliding up and down his shaft, spreading the pre-cum that glistened on the tip. Her moans joined his as she ran the head over her parted lips, just the top of her tongue teasing his head… tasting him.

She gazed at him innocently… her eyes huge and full of confusion. “I haven’t done this before,” she whispered. “Help me.”

It took all he had not to pull her head down by her hair and ram himself into her mouth. But not wanting to scare her he instructed in a hoarse whisper, “Just lick it for me and when you’re ready, let me slide it inside you.”

She smiled and commenced what felt to him like an expert teasing, her tongue finding the ridge where the head met the shaft and flicking softly against it. She ran her tongue down the length of him and gently enveloped his cum-filled balls in her wet mouth, sucking on them one at a time, her fingers tracing their way down to his asshole. With one final look into his eyes she took all of him into her mouth, inching her way down, tongue still swirling as she pushed her probing finger into him.

Weeks without release and the exquisite sensations that flooded through him caused him to thrust up hard towards her, his throbbing cock slipping easily down her throat, the muscles milking him as she swallowed. Hand on her head he fucked her mouth and as he exploded inside her and she took it all – he knew she had lied about her lack of experience.

She raised her face to him and smiled wickedly before removing her panties and climbing up onto the narrow hospital bed. “One last taste of pussy before you go?” she taunted him before bringing her hot cunt down over his face.

He breathed in the scent of her, relished the wetness of her slit against his skin. As he licked the length of her from asshole to clit she wriggled giggling against him whispering, “Mmm, that’s it babe, eat me, make me cum!”

He tongued her eagerly, probing her tight hole and flicking at her hardened clit. His fingers joined in on the fun, one deep in her ass as his thumb penetrated her cunt. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he felt himself harden again as she rode his face. Grinding against him she cried out as he felt the spasms rock her body. Faster now he licked as her body jumped against his face as the last of the shocks shook from her.

She backed away from his face, eyes still glazed with pleasure and desire and kissed him, sucking his cum-covered tongue into her own mouth as she sat down on his cock. She rocked against him using his cock pressed against his belly to masturbate and he reached down to try and get himself inside her. She shook her head, “no not yet,” and took him instead in her own hand and used the head of his erection to rub her still tingling clit. He felt it probe at the hole at the tip of his head, and watching her there lips spread wide, head thrown back, and animal sounds coming from her, was all too much.

He held her tight round the waist and dragged her down hard onto him, her tight, wet heat squeezing him as he moved her against him. He thrust upward as she used his pelvis to grind against him, both of them breathing hard now as he felt her contract around him just as his cock began to throb again. Shooting into her he pulled her down onto him, her lace covered breasts crushed against his chest and his mouth joined with hers.

They had barely composed themselves when the night sister poked her head around the curtain. Seemingly oblivious to the scent of sex in the air she scolded him. “Now, what’s this then? You can’t be sitting up all night talking if you expect to be released tomorrow. You know plenty of rest is required for a full recovery.”

He looked for signs of shock and betrayal on the student nurse’s face and saw instead a wicked glint in her eyes. The little minx had known all along it was home he was leaving for tomorrow rather than the afterlife!

Both adult stars joined the “Sex, Gender & Pornography” panel on Saturday, February 13th.

The discussion showcased pioneers in progressive porn production and give an in-depth look at how gender has influenced their roles and aspirations within the adult film industry.

“I’m very excited to be going back to college, but instead of being a student, I’ll be a teacher! I look forward to this amazing opportunity!” said Angel.

Additional panelists include: Tristan Taormino (Feminist porn award winning director and educator), Madison Young (director) and transgender performer Buck Angel.

To close out Sex Week at Yale, Sasha Grey gave her keynote address, entitled “Sasha Grey: Positively Sexual” on Sunday, along with a discussion on why sex doesn’t have to be a guilty pleasure at all.

Source: Xbiz.com

Watching the game
By needingsexyfun

So you’re all sitting there relaxed watching the game on the TV with your mates, having a good time, and there is a knock at the door. Your friend answers it to find me standing there – dressed casually in my jeans and tight white t-shirt, hair hanging lose over my shoulders and red lippy on.  I say “I’m here for my hard one.” He says “Who?” but I’m already walking in. Even though we’ve only met online, I see you instantly and come over to you.

I lean over and take your beer out of your hand and sip it, while I stare into your eyes smiling. I hand it back to you, place my hands on your thighs and whisper “Hi baby” into your ear, my tongue flicking out and teasing your ear softly, while I breathe hot air onto you.

Your friends are all staring and we can hear them muttering between themselves. You’ve gone red with embarrassment, but you don’t say a thing.

I take my hand and lightly brush it over your jeans, feeling snake beneath, curled but he’s moving slightly and growing harder. I think I’ve woken him. I move my mouth to your neck, to the top of your turtleneck and lick you, flicking my tongue underneath, moving round to under your chin.  Then I move up and kiss you lightly on the mouth, looking into your eyes, asking you silently that question “Do you want me to continue, baby?” You nod, just ever so slightly and smile at me, unblinking – I think you’re in shock.  I press harder on your mouth, and you open yours, allowing my tongue to enter and kiss you deeply, passionately.  Your hand not holding your beer reaches up and cups my breast through my t-shirt, squeezing my nipple.  With that action, I know you’re mine.

I cup your face in my hands, running my hands over your head, pressing my breasts against your chest and give you one long lingering kiss, sucking your bottom lip into my mouth and biting softly. As I slide down your body, my hands caress down your chest, over your stomach, pulling your top out of your jeans. They run up under your top and tease your nipples, while my mouth moves over snake, which is now wide awake and straining for release under your jeans.

My mouth takes your zipper and slides it down, my tongue reaches in and makes a wet patch over snake through your boxers, grabbing his girth and nibbling lightly. My hands unbutton your belt and slip your jeans over your ass.  I glance up at you. You’re staring at me, red faced, and I can tell you’re finding this difficult.

Your friends are silent but I can feel their gazes on me, on you, on us. All I care about is you and if you want me to continue. I give you that look again, raising my eyebrows “Do you want me to keep going baby?” Your hand reaches out and brushes my hair from my eyes and you lick your lips. That’s all I need.

I reach into your boxers and stroke snake. I can feel he’s been leaking a little and I bring my hand out and lick the tips of my fingers, looking into your eyes as I do so. “Hmmmmm,” I murmur. “Baby, you taste so good. I want more.” I hear a gasp from one of your friends and someone else coughs, but we don’t break our gaze off one another.

I pull down your boxers, unleashing snake at last. He springs free – so glorious and thick and tall and delicious looking.  I feel Pussy throbbing in my jeans and will her to be quiet.

I take him in my hands, sliding them up and down his body and kiss him on his head.  I say out loud, “Hello, snake. We meet at last. I have dreamt of this for so long. I want to lick you and suck you and feel you down my throat, filling my mouth and throat. I want to drink your juice. Do you want that snake?” As I’m talking, I flick my tongue out and lick him occasionally. He responds to my question by growing harder and moving towards my mouth, like a pulse. He knows…

I cannot hear a thing except the TV.  The room is silent. I can feel all eyes on me and snake. I look at you as suddenly engulf snake in my mouth, right down my throat, right down the length of him and I suck him hard.

I hear a sharp intake of breath – actually, not one breath, more the whole room. I smile to myself. I know your friends are enjoying the show but I know you’re enjoying it a whole lot more than them.

I move my mouth up and down on snake a few times, while my hands massage your thighs.

I look up and see that your beer is tilting and will probably spill at any minute. I reach up and take it off you, handing it to your friend next to you, still sucking snake. I look at your friend in the eye, smile and push it forward for him to take. He is staring at me, mouth open, but he takes it. He gives you a quick glance and you look at him and shrug your shoulders, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

I put my hand back on your thigh, rubbing both thighs up and down, so close to your balls and cock, nice and firmly. My tongue is moving up and down snake, pressing on him with firm licks while he’s inside my mouth.  I move one hand to your balls and the other to snakes base and pump snake while I rub your balls gently.  Snake’s head is in my mouth, and I’m running my tongue under his head, teasing him, moaning on him.

Suddenly I can hear laughter. The ads are on and someone says “She’s humming the tune on the TV and looks, she’s bobbing in rhythm!”  I can’t help but laugh, as does everyone else.  I kneel upright and look about at everyone, grinning, but my hands remain where they are, playing with snake and your balls. “Stop interrupting me,” I laugh. “This is serious business here,” and I engulf snake again in my mouth.

The room goes silent.  You gasp. You’re finding this all extremely sexy and knowing your friends are green with envy and watching, has you very close to cumming.

I squeeze snake in my hand and suck him harder and harder, moving up and down on him.  I take him all in, gagging – he’s way too big – but I want all of him in my mouth.  I force him down my throat, tears springing, choking, but I so want to please you.

Your hand reaches up and wipes a tear from my cheek and then moves my hair back behind my ears.  You and your friends can see much better now.

I move off snake and then engulf him again, deep throating, gagging, tears streaming and repeat this over and over again, until finally you start to moan and you reach out and take my head in your hands and say, “Sexy, I want to cum over your face.” You pull me off snake and I grab him in my hands and pump him faster and harder and move him over my lips and then you groan and growl and suddenly my face is getting showered in snakes juices, he’s spraying all over my lips, onto my outstretched tongue, over my cheeks, through my hair, over my eyes and I’m still pumping him with my hands.

And I’m looking at you.

And you’re looking at me.

And everyone is looking at us.

And it’s fantastic.

And I take my finger.

And scrape some of snake’s juice off my cheek and suck it off my finger.

And then I do it again, but I look into the eyes of the guy sitting next to you.

And then I do it again, and I look into the eyes of another guy.

And I do it once for everyone in the room.

Then I come back to you and put snake back into my hands, rub him over my lips and face, gathering the left over cum, smearing it further. I pop him back into my mouth sucking him clean. I kiss him lightly on the tip, put him back into your boxers, pull your jeans back up, do them up, kiss you lightly on the lips and walk out of the room, my ass wiggling as I go.