Heads = NO Head for You!
She’s been teasing you for hours, and you can’t remember the last time you enjoyed sweet, full, body-shaking release. Currently she’s playing her favorite game: handcuff your hands and feet to a chair, stark naked, and leave you in front of the plasma screen watching looped, close-up porn. The volume has been turned up, so even when you shut your tear-soaked eyes, you’re assaulted by the breathy moans of women focused solely on sucking, licking, and riding their co-stars, mixed with the unbearable sounds of men, sweaty legs spread wide, grunting in full, tidal-wave climax. Gallons of cum. Scene after scene.
Eventually she returns, puts the dvd on pause, and unceremonious strips in front of you. Lacy, straining bra straps snap loose, allowing heavy, full mammaries to swing free, just inches from your reddened face. Your feet and wrists brace against the cuffs.
You know, I feel I’ve suffered unfairly. She bats her eyes like an evil child, and parts those pouty, glossy lips. I shouldn’t be the one to always decide to deny you, to always be the BAAAAAD girl. Her tongue slips from between her pillow lips. It’s just not fair to me.
She produces a silver coin from somewhere within her discarded clothes.
Tell you what: I’ll flip this coin right now. If it lands heads, I’ll press play on the dvd, collect my clothes, and simply go to bed. That’s right- I will just leave you here, quivering and whimpering and swollen and blue.
Her skilled tongue makes a slow trip across her upper lip, wetting that beautiful, open mouth. So much cum churns inside your loins you feel as though you’ll start coughing it up if you don’t get relief. Your thighs involuntarily tremble, adding to your embarrassment. (As if you could be made to feel any less like a man…)
She continues. If it lands tails, I’ll finally give you sweet cummies. Won’t that be nice? I’ll start by running my tongue across every inch of your hardness. I’ll give you such good eye contact, baby. I’ll make my way down, down, down… Past your sweet, swollen sacks, and just let you feel my hot breath… all…. over… you.
Her mouth puckers, and those huge lips form a perfect, shiny, wet circle.
Then, just when you feel like you’re gonna go crazy, I’ll dive right into your sweet, sweaty place between your cheeks. I KNOW no woman’s ever done that for you. You’ll love it, baby: My tongue will massage you from the inside. I’ll do everything you’ve every dreamed of— I’ll hum and flick my sweet tongue, and move my teeth GENTLY all over your hole, working my way back up your firm muscle. I’ll suck you and stop just before you explode, then suck you some more. Baby, I will fucking work harder on your cock then I’ve ever worked in my whole slutty life.
Then, when your eyes roll all the way back in your head, and you completely forget your first name, I’ll stop.
She motions to the bottle of baby oil that’s been teasing you from across the room, then locks you with her evil doe-eyes. Her precise, well-rehearsed words bring you back into focus:
I will then empty an entire bottle of baby oil on your sweet erection. Oh baby, you’ll love what I do next… I will start to stroke you like you’ve never been stroked before.
You feel like you’re about to lose consciousness.
That’s right, my plaything. If this coin lands on its tail I will work my perfect hands up and down on you like a blur. I won’t stop till you scream and finally— FINALLY— get to shoot. Won’t that feel good, baby? Can you picture it? Your stomach arching forward, your muscles stretching and firing, and your poor, neglected balls finally erupting in sweet, full, sticky, icky gobs of whiteness. I will make you shoot all the way to the ceiling, baby. Complete, sweet, full release that will leave you utterly drained, relaxed, and empty… I promise to make your ENTIRE BODY cum and cum and cum.
All this will happen when this coin lands on its tails. Are you ready?
What happened next should come as no surprise to the fans of Fellatio & Femdom. For some weeks after I would wallow in what of course became the summit of bad luck. She would play this game many more times— the latest session got me so aroused I actually did pass out. Eventually I would come to realize the bitter truth. I wasn’t necessarily cursed with bad luck. The 2008 Prince of Wales silver commemorative coin features portraits on both sides. Damn you Royal Family!