Conventional Warfare 2 - She dominates with teeth on my cock

I didn’t think she could arch her back any further while standing, but

I was wrong.  Arms crossed across to pull the blouse up and off,

exposing the mounds of flesh barely being supported by white satin.  She

was already aroused, the mountains capped with hardened pearls.  With a

zip, her skirt followed the pattern of her other clothing, falling to

the floor.

She took a step forward, and I shifted in my seat.  Seeing her in only

high heels, bra and panties was making my underwear uncomfortable.  Her

fingers traced lightly along her white flesh, exploring her body like a

virgin in the throes of puberty.  Palms cupped over her breasts, before

one hand moved down her tummy.  She still refused to look away from me

as her hand slid under the edge of her panties.  Slowly she bent her

knees a little, spreading her legs.  I could see her index finger slide

up and down between them.  She bit her lower lip.

It took all of my self-control not to get up and fuck her right there,

but I followed her instructions to stay put.  Her other hand was

massaging her left tit through the satin, while she diddled away beneath

her panties.  The fabric of her underwear was darkening from her juices. 

She kept up for a long while, driving me nuts.  I could hear her breath

coming labored as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

It didn’t fall off her chest, though.  Smiling, she stopped fingering

her slit and stepped forward, close enough for me to touch.  Knowing my

temptation, she wagged the naughty finger in front of me, the light

playing off the sheen of her natural lubrication.  She threw me a bone,

however, and pressed the finger against my lips, then between them.  I

licked the tip of that finger, savoring the sweet taste with eyes

closed.  Just as quickly, it was gone and she had straightened. 

Belatedly, I realized I had missed my chance to peek underneath that

loose pair of satin cups.

My wait wasn’t long, because she knelt down in front of me, pushing my

legs apart.  Her hands rubbed roughly against my legs moving up from my

knees toward my waist.  It was all I could do not to come right then. 

Hands moved to the zipper of my slacks, yanking it down.  She tugged

hard, and my cock came free of clothing as they were pulled down to

mid-thigh.  I guess she didn’t mind I lifted my hips to help.  Her smile

then was the broadest yet, as I looked down past it toward those

protruding globes.  Oh, the agony of just small coverings of fabric.

She didn’t waste much time, and I felt her sticky finger on the tip of

my rod before the rest of her naughty companions wrapped around the

shaft.  The hand worked down me, pulling the foreskin tight.  And then,

the sweet kiss of those lips.  She took the head into her mouth, laving

it with her tongue.  The sucking began, and I thought I was going to

pass out in ecstasy.  Suck and release, suck and release - timed to long

strokes up and down my shaft.  I moved my hand to hold her head, and she

slapped it down.  Teeth pressed against by dick, and I learned my lesson

quickly.