The Book

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I was curled up in a chair, reading, totally engrossed in the book.  I didn't hear him walk up behind me, and jumped a little when I suddenly felt his hand on the top of my head, stroking my hair.  I had already started laughing out loud at myself for jumping when I lifted my head to look up at him.  My laughter instantly turned into a gasp when I saw that his other hand was stroking his cock.

Not saying a word, a little half-smile on his face, he continued to stroke both my hair and his cock.  Long, slow, lazy strokes ... taking his time, as if he were savoring the different textures.  My eyes were glued to his cock, and the hand surrounding it.

His fingers were long and thick, strong fingers, man fingers.  His thumb was slightly bent, adding pressure as it wrapped around his cock to meet his fingers.  His cock was already hard, the tip swollen and deep deep red.  I gasped again when I saw a drop of moisture gathering in the slit at the top of it.

I started to lean forward, wanting to taste that drop with my tongue, when the hand on my head shifted, his fingers twining in my hair and jerking me back.  I cried out, surprised.  My eyes flew back up to his face, but he stayed silent, his eyes boring into mine.  I blushed, unsure even as I did it as to why I blushed.  I lowered my eyes back to his cock, watching his hand continue the slow but steady stroking.

He took a small step closer to me, pulling my head towards him at the same time.  I eagerly opened my mouth, still determined to taste that lovely drop of moisture with my tongue.  But as soon as I opened my mouth, he jerked back on my hair again, harder this time, holding the pressure.  I cried out, frustrated and smarting just a bit.   I lifted my eyes again, searching his face. 

I shivered at what I saw there, understanding it on some very basic level, yet unable to name it.  Acting on instinct, I took a deep, steadying breath and closed my mouth.   The hand in my hair relaxed just a little, releasing some of the pressure, and I closed my eyes in relief.  Almost instantly, I felt the first soft brush of his cock against my cheek.

I forced myself to sit still as he explored my face with his cock.  He brushed it against my cheeks, against the side of my nose.  Up across my forehead, back down and over my chin.  I could feel the warmth, the smoothness, the absolute hardness of him.   Finally he brushed it against my lips, and I had to fight the urge to open my mouth to him.  I opened my eyes again as he gently stroked the tip of it against my lips.  

I could feel my heart thudding in my chest as he continued to probe my lips.  He teased them, flicking the tip of his cock against them over and over, then using it to open them, just a little, sliding just the tip of the tip past them before pulling away again. 

Without warning, he jerked back on my hair again, hard, bending my head back, and my mouth automatically opened in surprise.  Before I could utter a sound, he shoved his cock deep into my mouth.  I coughed and spluttered, instinctively struggling against him.   His other hand lifted to my head, joining the first, and he held me tight against him until I stopped struggling.

Finally remembering to breathe through my nose, I started to relax.  His shifted his hands on my head, still holding me firmly, but positioning my head just so.  I felt his body shift, and with a rocking motion, he started to fuck my mouth.

Slow at first, long, hard, sure strokes.  He'd slide his cock out till just the very tip of it was inside my lips, then shove it back in till he hit the back of my throat.   As I kept up with him, sucking and swirling my tongue around him, he started fucking me harder, and faster, the downstrokes pushing further and further into my throat.   The first time he pushed past the opening I started to gag, and fought to control it. 

His hands tightened in my hair again, but he kept still, giving me time to swallow back the gag.  Then he pulled out again, quickly shoving his cock back in, deeper into my throat this time.  This time I didn't gag, and I heard him give a small grunt.   With that, he started fucking me fast and furiously ... humping my face, driving his cock over and over into my mouth, into my throat.  I could feel his pubic hair scratching my face, his balls slapping against my chin, his hands still warpped tightly in my hair, holding my head still, and I was so hot I couldn't believe it.

The scent of his sweat filled my nostrils, and almost without realising it I lifted my nightgown over my thighs and pushed the soaking wet crotch of my panties aside, zeroing straight in on my clit.  The harder and faster he fucked my face, the harder and faster I fucked myself.  My fingers flew in and out of my soaked pussy in a rhythm matching his, and when I heard his harsh breathing turn into a low moan, I moaned in response around his cock as my body first tightened then exploded in orgasm.

With a loud, harsh grunt he buried his cock one final time into my throat, his hands jerking my head tight against him.  I felt his cock twitch violently as he started to pump cum down my throat.  I sucked and swallowed, feeling him fill me, feeling him pour his cum into me.  I drank it all hungrily, greedily, savoring every single drop of him.

After a moment, he let go of my hair, his hands moving in a gentle caress against the top of my head.  As he pulled his cock from my mouth I gave it one long, last lick, making sure I hadn't left a drop of cum anywhere.  

"Hey," he spoke for the first time.  "You dropped your book."