[M4A] Are you this type of girl?

You're the type of girl just who knows herself and what she really wants. And what she really wants is the sight of *him* laying back naked on the couch. His arms up over the back, almost draped over the edge. His legs spread wide like an invitation. Or perhaps it's by permission due to the way he's sitting low on the couch, the way his head is leaned back at the apex of the cushion to stare at the ceiling, or the way his pelvis is positioned so low over the seat that his cock and balls drop over the lip to display in their full glory.

You don't care. Well, you do, but not really. It's just that it's not enough to care about needing permission or getting the invitation. You just like dick. You like *his* dick. I mean it's *his* dick after all. You know what I mean. You like to please and you know you like to please him. It gives you that elation of feeling so sexy, and beautiful. You're not just who you are. You're *you*, Sex Goddess and Divinity of Devotion and Lust. You're the font from which his pleasure flows, his carnal muse, the architect of his desires, and the worshiper at the temple of his body. You're the servant of his hunger for your body, and you're the slave to the cravings of your own body as the itch inside you grows to become overwhelming.

Or at least that's how you feel as you peel off your clothes until the air in the room hits your bare skin in a way that leaves you feeling vulnerable and exposed, yet also emboldened and confident, as everything else fades away and he becomes everything. You drop to your knee's, crawling forward towards him.

You want him to look at you. You want him to lift his head and watch you make your way towards him, a cheeky smile on your lips with that look in your eyes that means *I'm going to rock your world*. But it's okay that he doesn't. You were going to do that anyway. And as you arrive between his legs, you lose yourself in the smell of him as your nose bumps the tip of his cock in a deliberate first sensation. It floods your senses, almost giving you a head spin. A brief panoply of wild feelings come across you, giving you that almost instinctual need for submission, building that urge to thrust your fertile pussy down onto his rock hard member and ride him until you could feel him throbbing and flooding you with his virile baby batter for him to make you his in that most complete way. Giving you that warm reassuring feeling of safety and protection.

But... His cocks not hard yet. So you extend your tongue under it's soft sag as it droops there, unsatisfied and untended, using that part of yourself like a pillow as you slip it further until it slips past your lips and you draw it in further. Your lips tighten around its supple flesh and you force as much of it into your mouth as you can, which has it slipping into your cheek, bulging it, as it begins to firm and harden. You like the thought of having his whole cock in your mouth. It's a funny little brag you can whisper in his ear at a later time to prompt this kind of play again.

You don't bother trying to keep things clean. You let yourself drool from the get go, letting little rivulets of your salivation crease their little lines down his shaft before wetting his balls with a tickle. You don't bother to keep things quiet either. You don't shy away from the pop of your lips let the now hard cock escape them and you don't since your own little moans as you bring yourself to a kneel between his legs, reaching one of your hands between your own to rub your clit.

A girl should have *some* fun of her own, right?

That's why you run two fingers over and around your clit in light little circles. Not fast enough that you lose yourself in it, just enough to put you on edge and build that fire burning inside you. Even though you want him to raise his head and watch *his* dirty *slut* rubbing and touching herself with abandon, you still need to have enough focus to deal with the impressively erect cock in front of you.

Deal with it you do as you sink your lips over the tip, give his slit a little tickle with the tip of your tongue, brace yourself for a second, and then push it as deep down into your mouth as you can. When you feel yourself falter, you bring your lips as far down on it as you can and grip, dragging them back up the length of his cock in a slick slide before letting it pop out and be momentarily teased by the cooler ambient air in the room. Then you're back down on it again, rubbing your clit hard to overwhelm yourself, as you force his cock to the back of your mouth and yourself into that filthy whore zen state.

You know the one. Your mind goes blank, even though you're aware of it. You're there, but you're nothing. You're in the zone. He could look at you and see his own personal porn star looking back at him. Or he could keep relaxing and you might feel like nothing more than a gutter whore, pushing a cock down your own throat because you enjoyed how naughty it felt. Maybe you'd be a filthy little bitch and think of Mom, or Dad, and what they'd think of their pure and innocent girl if they could see you now. In the back of your mind might you wonder if he has anyone else, and you're taking the best of him for yourself. You might even wish, to some extent, that someone was watching you right now. So they could see how much you were doing for him and find themselves envious at the sight.

Finally it's deep in your throat and you feel your nose grinding against his pelvis as you can't take any more. You gag, choking a little as you leave your clit to rest for a while and adjust to the feeling of it bulging your throat. Then you pull off it and gasp in those sweet heavy gulps of air, your breasts jiggling with every heave and cough.

His cock is coated with that thick slippery spit and it's so much easier to kiss the base the next time, rocking yourself back and forth while he moans and twitches, occasionally bucking his hips against your face in a way that you might find irritating if it wasn't just so fucking hot right now. Your hand finds your clit again and you're off as you mindlessly rub and bob your head down his length like you're thrashing your head to a classic rock ballad.

A brief moment of panic and terror finds you as his hand grabs the top of your head in it's strong guiding embrace. You're over it quickly and it washes away with the thrill of the unknown and uncertainty, and the heady feeling of submission as you feel him setting the pace of your movements, faster and faster. You relax and let his strength take over, succumbing to his will as you focus on keeping your throat open and bringing yourself to an orgasm. You liked to cum with him.

Your face felt wet with your own spit and your mouth salty from the precum. It was all out of your control now and you didn't mind that as he thrashed your head up and down on his cock. You just focused on your own pleasure and moaned as he fucked your face like you were nothing but a cock sleeve to him. If it wasn't so goddamn hot right now, it would be a turn off, but your sex is dripping and you're *so* close.

Then the thrashing stops and he's pushing you down hard and deep on his cock, the length throbbing in your throat as a hot torrent of cum pours down your esophagus. Your own orgasm hits you and you bliss out, unconsciously gulping and swallowing every drop, milking his balls for all you're worth as you shake and tremble from your own orgasm.

His grip relents and his arms drop, letting you fall back down onto the ground panting and gasping for the breathes you forgot to even take soon after he used you. A smile forming on your lips as you perform a cheeky little burp and dig two fingers deep in your hungry fuckhole for him to watch until he was ready again.

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Why don't you tell me what type of girl you are, in detail? Bring out your filthiest of kinks, there's nothing I don't want of you. Be the dirtiest girl you want to be for *him*. For me. Tell me who you are, who you want to be, or what you want.

You don't *need* to be a girl. You just need to act like one. Femininity is attractive to me, even if you haven't got all of the right equipment.