Loman drew a fast breath as Michelle slid the waistband of the Santa trousers down his legs, revealing inch by inch every bump and vein of his excited cock. Michelle brushed it with a finger, pretending it was accidental, and smiled as he let out a moan of need. Slowly, the fingers of her other hand moved inside her pussy, her palm stimulating the lips and her swollen clit.
She glanced up to find his head fallen back on his shoulders, and knew that she had him right where she wanted him, on the edge of need, on the edge of reason. With a gentle tug, she drew the waistband over the head of his cock and watched as it sprung to attention, his balls drawn tight against the base. He was desperate for her, she was his goddess.
“You trim your hair,” she said, cupping his balls and running her thumb through his pubic hair. “It’s nice, I like it.”
“More hygienic,” he gasped. “And I like to look my best.”
She laughed at that. “So modern. This is a new experience for me. I don’t usually…well, you know.”
“I know, it’s unexpected. Oh, God…” He exclaimed as she encircled his shaft with her hand and slid it down the silky skin, gently moving the foreskin over the head and making Loman gasp.
“If you think you can’t hold back, I want you to tell me.” She waited for his moan of agreement. “I don’t want to have to clean your cum off the sofa. I don’t mind cleaning myself. You understand?”
“Yes. I’m good.”
Michelle took her hand from her pussy, coated as it was with her juices, and used it to lubricate his cock. Then she spat on her other hand and started using both to stroke him, moving one hand over his head, down his shaft, then alternating to the other, making long, slow, gentle, rhythmic strokes. His breathing got deeper and louder as she moved, and he started to intersperse each breath with a pained, bleating moan and occasional swear word.
She squeezed his glans hard with one hand and enjoyed his reaction. He completely lacked any self-conscious attempt to stay dignified, instead clenching his buttocks, drawing his cock back as he raised onto the balls of his feet and muttered her name. “God, Michelle…Michelle…shit…”
The comparison with Derek was unavoidable. The very thought of giving him a hand job like this – not a quick stroke under the covers but a full sexual act in itself, a sexual act that could easily be more memorable than taking him inside her – was unimaginable. She felt like Loman would stand there forever, wanting nothing more than her hands on his cock, trying to hold back as his orgasm built. She was in control, and he was willing to hand it all to her.
She made a conscious decision in that moment that they wouldn’t have intercourse tonight. Not only was she sure she would regret it in the morning, there was also an issue with protection. Perhaps, if the opportunity presented itself again, and she had time to process her emotions, then there would be a possibility. But for now, she just wanted to enjoy the power of making him orgasm, this man who was such a taboo, such a naughty distraction from real life.
“I’m going to suck you now,” she announced, continuing to pump. “But I want to watch when you go off. Don’t cum in my mouth.”
He gasped. “Please, Michelle, I’m dying…”
“Those are the rules. I want to watch, so you’ll tell me and I’ll let you spray on my breasts. Deal?”
“Anything…” He squirmed and put out a hand, resting it on top of her head. “Anything you want.”
She leaned forward and dropped one hand to his balls, squeezing them hard as she put her mouth on the tip of his cock, spreading her lips over his head as she lapped gently at his hole. She felt the head swell at the stimulation, Loman’s cock twitching inside her mouth as she sucked in her cheeks and stroked the shaft with her fingers.
The heat inside her mouth grew as she rolled her tongue over and around his swollen head. Michelle felt him lean more heavily on her as he started to lose control, murmuring soft growls from his throat as he struggled to hold back. She felt so powerful, so dominant. She could stop, right now, and demand that he didn’t finish, mercilessly ruin his orgasm and watch the desperation in his face.
Or one hard stroke and she knew that she would tip him over the edge. It was all, quite literally, in her hands.
Never had she had that kind of power over a man. Never had a man given himself so entirely to her whims. Loman would do as she said. He was desperate to finish, but he was also desperate to please her. She could demand that he lick her until she found release, and give him nothing back, and he would do it.
She dipped her tongue into his hole and tasted the sweetness of his precum, letting the flavour spread in her mouth as she breathed through her nose, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing, still unsure of whether it would be more fun to watch him orgasm or to watch his frustration.
“Michelle, I’m there. I can’t…fuck…I can’t…”
For a moment, she considered letting him cum in her mouth after all. She was sure he’d enjoy it. But this was her night, her Christmas present to herself, and she wanted things the way she wanted them.
When she felt his cock judder and tighten, his balls clenching, she pulled him out of her mouth and immediately gripped his shaft hard, tugging sharply as she aimed him at her chest.
Barely a second went by before he exploded.
She watched as a white jet shot out, flinching at the warmth against her breast. Loman didn’t even try to take control, didn’t try to grab his cock from her. He twitched and shot a second stream, this time hitting her stomach. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled him forward, resting his cock against her breast and using the head to spread his semen, swirling it over her nipple as a final jerk brought a trickle of fluid out of the tip.
“Good boy,” she said, and leaned down to lick along his softening shaft.
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