was it a fairytale after all?...part 3.

She asked him to allow his voice free...to moan, to grunt, to growl out his pleasure. Her hands cupped his as he progressed to revel in the long hardness of his shaft. 
Slowly she coaxed him out the shower and informed him that she would be leading him to her boudoir. How trusting he was, willing himself into a situation so alien to everything that he knew.
"The bed is in front of u", she whispered. " I want u on your knees and elbows. I want u to arch your back and spread your legs. Give me the pleasure of the sight of your balls and cock and..." she paused "...man pussy."
He was shocked, he was delirious, concerned, uncertain. Her words were unfamiliar to him, her words sounded so wrong yet, so right.
He couldn't stop now. It would have been a waste of invested time and effort and courage.
"Where are u?" he asked for she seemed to have disappeared. He couldn't sense her energy.
"Right behind u." she answered...a shock at how close her voice was and he had not even sensed her nearness.
"Now...down u go." she said, placing the whole of her hand in the small of his back and pushing him forward, forcing his hands in front of him, they, coming into contact with the mattress.
"On your knees, my sweet. Don't be scared...all i intend to do is eat u, first with my gaze and then with much more..."

Without much coaxing he arched, spread his legs and revelled in the though of being completely exposed to the mercy of another. It felt like an eternity in the blackness behind the blindfold....and a yelp escape him at that first gentle touch on his balls. It felt soft. It felt attentive and then...wet. Then his balls felt as if the were being swallowed. And then his brain registered what was happening. He could feel they were too big to both fit inside the tightness of her sexy mouth.
She started nibbling on his one sac while pulling with her hand on the other sac. He wished to arch more into her mouth and into her touch. And as he did...it stopped.
He wondered if he should have writhed so much...if he should have just stayed on his knees instead of picking himself up on his toes, hoping to thrust as much of himself into her mouth.
Obediently, he submitted himself back into the original position of being on his elbow and knees as instructed. Then came the stroking. The feathery gentle stroking of his buttocks, riding high in the sky...the continuation of that feathery touch down the back of his legs, and the up again, on the inside of his legs.
He began to tremble...his body began to shake uncontrollably. That travelling touch found its way to his cock...pulling hard on...forcing the hardness back, while another pressure found its way pressing in the middle of his scrotum...travelling upward...pressing hard and soft on his perinea area toward his....'man pussy'.
It felt as if he was being milked....an up and down....up and down....always ending at the pulling and travelling right over his cock head.
Eventually he couldn't help it anymore and let out a grunt so animalistic in sound, it shocked his ears, not believing it came from him and just as he thought he could no more, his pulled back cock, that seemed longer and thicker than he could ever remember it to be, was surrounded by a soft warmth and then the sharpest of something, bit into the middle of his shaft. It sent him into a painful frenzy...but so welcomed and erotic...
'I can't anymore...fuck i can't anymore..." his voice pleaded.
"Oh yes u can. We have just begun." said her sultry voice as she hitched herself above him, smiling....knowing.....

(...to be continued.)

RB.