Baby Batter

by Alexis Angel

  My teeth clamp down on my lower lip as I let the tip of my vibrator slip between the very edges of my lips. The pulsing reminds me of Malcolm rocking back and forth as he pulls in and out of my pussy. I pull back and run the freshly-wetted tip over my clit again, the cooling sensation driving me even farther on. I know there’s an orgasm building inside of me. The warm comfort of release is on the horizon and I’m moving toward it.

  I switch nipples while pushing the vibrator back between my lips. My mind forms an image of Malcolm to go along with what’s happening to my body. I push a little farther in. The black head of the vibrator slips fully inside me. The vibrations pulse through my body, causing my hips to move. I can see Malcolm’s eyes, full of intense lust drilling through me, in my imagination.

  So much closer now to letting go. To tipping over the edge of pleasure.

  “Get in here,” I yell, keeping my eyes shut and pulling B.O.B. back out of me. I let the tip slide over my clit once more and the counter-rhythms of vibration and pulsing cause a tingling sensation to start in my toes and race up my body. The feelings are magnified across my tits as I roll my nipple between my fingertips.

  By the time Malcolm opens the bedroom door, I’m panting from excitement. I’m so fucking close to cumming…

  “Oh, fuck yes,” he says, seeing what’s happening in his bed. He starts across the room.

  “Not so fast,” I warn, stopping him in his tracks. “As you can see, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” I say, staring straight at him for effect as I continue to move the tip of the vibrator up and down over my clit. “If you want to join us, you’re going to follow orders. Am I clear?”

  “Yes,” Malcolm finally answers after a moment’s hesitation. I’m sure he was calculating his options, trying to decide if it was better to play along or overpower me. Frankly, either one would’ve been the right answer.

  There’s a lot to be said for being completely powerless with this man. instead, he picked the submissive route. Which is also a good choice and I plan to reward him well for his choice.

  “What would you like me to do?”

  “I want you to take off your clothes. Make it sexy.” I pull slightly at my nipple and moan a little for effect.

  Malcolm’s mouth turns up just slightly at the corner as he begins to slowly unbutton his shirt. So much for tearing it off him, but there’ll be other chances, I’m sure. God bless him for not wearing an undershirt. Each button reveals a little more of his tanned and very toned chest.

  “I like it when you undress for me,” I tease, turning the tip back into me so that it’s resting between my lips again. I suck in a breath as the vibrations start up again. The pulse setting is one of my favorites because it allows me to prolong the pleasure of using B.O.B. “Do you want me?”

  “Yes,” Malcolm responds, pulling the tails of his shirt free from his waistband before shucking the entire garment from his shoulders. I really enjoy watching it flutter to the ground.

  “This is my friend B.O.B.,” I say, switching to my husky fuck-me voice. “You don’t have a problem with him, do you?” I ask watching intently as Malcolm switches his attention to his shoes. I appreciate that he doesn’t spend a lot of time on them. Instead, he kicks them off quickly and then sets to work slowly unbuckling his belt.

  I’m still running the tip of the vibrator over my clit and I can feel the orgasm coming closer now. If I keep going at this pace, I’ll go off without his help. Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing. Judging by the way he’s keeping his eyes on me as he undresses, I’m thinking he might like to watch.

  “Seems like you and B.O.B. are really good friends,” Malcolm teases as he steps out of his pants. “I like what he does for you.”

  “Mmmmmmm, yeah. He’s very good to me.” My voice has taken on that husky quality that means I’m really turned on. I don’t try to make my voice do that; it’s just an automatic reaction.

  Malcolm starts walking toward the bed. “If you’re not a good boy,” I warn, “it may end up just being B.O.B. in here with me.”

  That stops him in his tracks.

  “What does being a good boy mean to you?” I can tell by the upturned corner of his mouth that he’s starting to enjoy this.

  “I’m taking care of things over here, but I can’t really tell if you’re into it,” I say, trying to stall for time. I really should plan these things out better. “I think you should stroke your cock while I watch.” I push the vibrator back between the folds of my pussy and let out a small moan of satisfaction to emphasize my point that he should play along.

  Malcolm’s sly smile widens as he reaches into his tight boxer briefs. I push the vibrator in deeper than I’d intended and the surging pulses surprise me. “Ohhhhh,” I exclaim. “That’s nice,” I say quickly, trying to cover. I have to keep control of the situation or Malcolm will think that he has a chance to take over. Not tonight.

  I leave B.O.B. inside of me, working the smooth rubber shaft in and out of me just a little as Malcolm strokes the shaft I want to be in me instead.

  I watch as intently as he begins to jerk his cock. I want to see exactly what he does to himself so I can be better. My study of his technique is going to last about three seconds. Oh my fucking God. I’ve never watched a man stroke his own cock… well, at least not for very long. Some guys I’ve been with would stroke it a couple of times to keep it hard while we changed positions.

  But there’s something completely different about a man stroking his cock for pleasure. I keep moving the vibrator in and out of me while I grow increasingly interested in Malcolm’s actions. The way his hand moves along his shaft, the skin bunching and sliding in time with his hand.

  I love watching him get hard. At first, he’s mostly hard, but it’s still pointed downward, but as he works it, I can see the rigidity increasing.

  Malcolm’s breathing speeds up. His eyes are squinting. My pussy’s getting so wet, I can hear the wet slopping sounds as I move B.O.B in and out of me. That’s when a thought crosses my mind that’s so deliciously depraved, I can’t help but act on it.

  “You like stroking that cock, don’t you?” I keep my eyes locked on his as he continues to stroke and I keep the vibrator moving. “You know exactly how to handle that beast, don’t you? You’ve had a lot of practice. Do you ever jerk off while thinking about me?”

  “Yes,” Malcolm says, gasping in a sharp breath. “I’ve thought about you while I’ve jerked off.”

  “Do you like thinking about me when you stroke that long, thick cock?”

  “You’re my favorite thing to think about when I jerk off.”

  “Tell me what you think about when you’re jerking off and imagining me.” He opens his mouth and nothing comes out. I knew I would get him with that one. He might be willing to play along to a point but Malcolm’s too much of a controller to go along with this without being pushed just a little. “Tell me, or B.O.B. is going to finish the night for me.”

  “I… I… I think about…” Watching Malcolm struggle for words is strangely sexy. I can see why he likes being the one in control. Turning the tables on him is really turning me on.

  I shove the vibrator deeper inside of me. I think it’s pretty damn obvious that I don’t just want a mechanically-induced orgasm, but if we’re going to keep this game going, I have to at least look like I’m serious about the threat.

  “I think about you stroking my cock,” he finally gets out.

  “You like it when I wrap my fingers around your throbbing shaft and stroke you? Is that all that you imagine? Tell me a good story or jerking yourself off while looking at me in this sexy thong is all you’re going to get.”

  “I think about how hot your mouth is when you first wrap your lips around my cock and how good it feels when you really suck on my cock,” he blurts out. I can tell he’s picking up steam. “I remember how good it feels when you run your tongue up and down the underside of my shaft.” Malcolm shudders with pleasure at the thought.
r />   “Is that all?”

  “No, I think about how tight your pussy is.”

  “Is that your favorite part?”

  “No,” Malcolm says firmly. Even he looks surprised by the voraciousness of his answer. I stop moving my hand, leaving B.O.B. buzzing inside me. Now I’m really intrigued.

  “What’s your favorite part?” I prod him. Now I have to know.

  “My favorite part is imagining other things I want you to do to me.”

  “Like what?” I ask as I pull the vibrator from my hole and start running the tip around my clit again. I want to be ready for this answer.

  “I imagine you straddling me.” His hand never stops pumping away at his cock. I’m surprised at how restrained he is. “I imagine grasping your tits as you lower your pussy over my cock. I think about pinching your nipples while you bounce up and down.” His words are like magic. My hand drifts back to my nipple and I start to tug as he talks. “I think about tasting you. I try to remember exactly how your cum tastes when I lick your pussy. I love that taste.”

  I can’t concentrate on too many things at once so I just hold the tip of the vibrator against my clit and let the pulsing do the work. “Is that your favorite part? Is that what gets you off?”

  “No.” He’s firm again but this time, he doesn’t seem surprised by his own answer.

  “What gets you off? Tell me your favorite part.” It’s everything I can do to keep that last part from sounding like I’m begging.

  “My favorite part of imagining fucking you while I’m jerking off is something we haven’t done yet.” Malcolm keeps his hand moving slowly along his ridged shaft as he looks at me. His eyes search mine for some sign that I want to know what he’s been dreaming about. I’m not sure why he thinks he needs to search. The fact that I need to know is written across my face in fucking neon.

  I have to know, now!

  I just stare at him, letting my face tell him everything he needs to know.

  “What gets me off is imagining you lowering your pussy over my face. I think about you holding onto the headboard as you rub that sweet little cunt over my outstretched tongue. I want you to ride my face until you cum.” His words are fast, like they’re spilling out of him. Like he can’t control himself. “I want to feel your juices run down my face. I want to feel your scream of joy through the flesh of your clenching thighs. When I think about you cumming on my face is when I cum.”

  “Get the fuck over here,” I shout, throwing B.O.B. to the side. Bedroom games be damned, this is about to get serious. “Lay right fucking there,” I order, pointing to a spot on the bed. Malcolm does exactly as he’s told. I take one look at his entire body, so strong, lean, and athletic. It would be so much fun to rub my pussy over any part of him, but he wants my cunt on his face?

  Who am I to deny him that? Or, myself for that matter?

  His hand returns to his cock, slowly stroking it up and down. “Don’t you dare cum before I tell you to,” I warn him. “That’s mine.”

  I grab the headboard. The dark wood arching up at the center of the bed is the perfect place to grip. I feel the little straps of my thong shift as I swing my leg over Malcolm’s face. I catch the briefest glimpse of his face as my thigh passes over him. The sparkle of ecstasy in his eyes is so insanely hot. The idea that I could create that feeling in a man drives me wild.

  My knee touches the mattress and I begin lowering myself onto his face. The scratching of his five-o’clock shadow against the soft skin of my thighs sends shivers racing up and down my spine.

  I feel the warmth of his tongue and the rumble of his appreciative moan as I settle in. His hands slide all over the silk covering my legs. His tongue is lapping at my pussy. All of the work with the vibrator is slowly running toward his outstretched tongue and he’s drinking it up.

  I rock my hips, moving the folds of my pussy past the tip of his tongue and then back again. This is a new sensation for me. I’ve never been in control of oral sex like this, and fuck all if it isn’t the hottest thing ever.

  And fucking hard. It takes a lot more strength in the thighs to hold yourself up like this then I’d thought it would. I’m already shaking from the effort.

  Malcolm’s hands grab me by the tops of my thighs and he pulls me down onto him. It takes the strain off my thigh muscles but how the hell can he breathe?

  I don’t put too much thought into his ability to get air because at that same moment he jams his tongue straight into my pussy and starts wiggling it around. He traces the entire way around my opening.

  I’ve never felt anything like this before and my body rewards Malcolm for creating this new experience by unleashing every bit of sexual energy I have stored in me. I dig my fingers into the headboard. It takes everything I have in my arms to keep upright as I tremble. The sheer joy racing through me forces my eyes shut, my head backward, and a scream out of me that starts at the very core of my being.

  The first wave starts to subside. I loosen my grip on the headboard. Malcolm is still working his tongue between the folds of my pussy. He makes the most wonderful moaning sounds that radiate through my body. It's like he's enjoying the most delicious meal ever.

  Riding his face is so fucking hot. It's a new experience for me and once again, just like every other time with Malcolm, the orgasm was spectacular. But, I'm not ready to be done and there are other things that I want.

  Now that I finally feel confident that I can control my body enough to move I start to pull my leg over the top of Malcolm. I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure that he whimpered a little as I pulled my pussy away from his face. I don't worry too much about his disappointment because I know he'll be getting his sweet treat back in just a moment. I really do enjoy being the center of attention, but this time I want to take a more active role. I know it may seem like Malcolm is enjoying himself, but I want him to really enjoy himself.

  I manage to swing my leg all the way over Malcolm without falling on my head, which I consider to be a huge bonus given that my size and my arms are shaking uncontrollably from all the exertion and excitement. Looking at Malcolm's face I can't help but take a certain amount of satisfaction from the fact that his skin is shiny, and slick with my cum. Despite the disappointed look on his face from having just lost the chance to continue to eat my pussy, there is definitely a sense of deep satisfaction in his eyes.

  At any given moment I love to just stare at his handsome face, but right now, I have other plans and I think he desperately wants to continue to lick me. It takes a little bit of doing, but I'm able to reposition myself so that I swing my other leg back over his face so that now I'm facing toward the rest of him.

  Once again Malcolm lets out a fulfilled moan when I lower my cunt over his face. He immediately readjusts his arms so that he is able to grab my ass. It is a combination of him pulling me closer to him and him lifting his head so that he can once again plunges tongue between my folds. His stubble tickles my freshly shaven pussy.

  I take a moment to let him get adjusted and for me to admire his rock hard twelve inches. The slightly purple tint to the skin of the head of his cock makes my mouth water. I fall forward barely catching myself with my arms that land on each side of his hips. As I love myself to fall my mouth opened and I impaled myself on his beautiful, thick cock. I pull my head back just a fraction of an inch, the movement soliciting another deep moan from Malcolm. I now have enough room to run my tongue over and around the head of his cock. The velvety soft skin is the sharp contrast to the hardness that lays beneath.

  I stop for just a moment, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around his cock, but paying attention to the movements of his tongue as he continues to lick and suck me. This is a bit of a mental exercise for me. Using just a few seconds of sensory input I match the movements of his tongue on my pussy with the movements of my tongue on his dick. I also add an up-and-down motion using my arms and my neck to bob my head along his shaft.

  Intellectual exercise, or not, I get so turned on by
having this man's cock in my mouth. The idea that I'm giving him pleasure and driving him to the brink of insanity gives me great satisfaction. Sucking Malcolm's cock is almost like a game to me. There are two different ways to score points. The only way to score points is to take as much of his giant cock into and out of me as possible. This particular position is exceptionally good for this part of the game. His hard cock curves slightly upward which I am finding matches the curve of my throat. I bend my arms and push down with my neck feeling the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat before he gently bends and matches the arch of my throat. I surprise myself when my nose touches the warm skin of his ball sack.

  I pause for a moment to enjoy my own sense of pride and let the guttural rumbling of his satisfaction pass through my body before I lift my head. I make sure to lift up slowly and pay special attention to keeping my lips tightly sealed around his shaft. I'm rewarded for my efforts by the digging of his fingers into my hips as he pulls himself tighter into my pussy.

  We continue pleasing each other with our mouths for what feels like a very long time but in reality it was probably just a couple of minutes. I don't actually know about him, but my guess is that he is as close to release as I am, so again I swing my leg over his head. Somehow I manage to complete this maneuver while keeping his cock in my mouth. I work my body around, still keeping his cock between my lips, until I'm positioned between his legs. I roll my eyes up so that I can see as much of him as possible. I can tell that his eyes are closed and his jaw is set in a sexually frustrated clinch.

  Malcolm really has been such a good boy. I reward his Herculean effort to overcome his controlling nature by working my head up and down on his shaft several more times. As I work his cock I make sure to keep a very tight seal and apply as much suction as possible. From the corner of my eye I can see his hands desperately grabbing the blankets. By the way the fabric is bunching around me I can only imagine that his knuckles are bright white. Yup, I'm doing this to him.