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I Want to Suck Your Cock (MF, oral)
by Anon NixPixer (c) 1993

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I am standing right next to you and I say this loudly enough for you to
hear, but still quietly enough for you to wonder if I actually uttered
those words or if you just imagined that I did. You stare at me, mouth
ajar. The mixture of shock and disbelief you can't help but show causes my
slow smile to be full of self-satisfaction. It thrills me to shake your
usual unflappable composure. I look at you for a few more long seconds
before I walk away from you, not bothering to turn to see if you are
watching me go. I don't have to check, I know that you are.

In fact, I know a lot of things.

I know when you met me you looked at my soft lips and couldn't help but
picture how they would look sliding slowly over the head of your cock. I
caught you looking at them, you see.

I know that if I crooked my finger and whispered, "Come here you," I
wouldn't have to wait terribly long for you to be standing right in front
of me, holding your breath, waiting to hear what I would say next.

I know that if I then stepped a tiny bit closer to you, you would not back
away. You'd inhale a whiff of my perfume and stand your ground. If I looked
deeply into your eyes while I lightly dragged my fingertip down your
earlobe, a shiver would shoot down your spine.

I know if I leaned in even closer still....close enough so that you could
feel my warm breath in your ear and quietly said, "I want you more than you
know," your heart would pound in your chest and you would be mine for the
taking.

All of this knowledge makes me smile your way as I note you looking at me
from far across the noisy room, waiting. I am enjoying this teasing
intensely. I will myself not to giggle at the tortured hungry look that
betrays you. I wonder if you have any idea how wet I am.

Sitting across the room from you, I imagine how your lips are going to feel
against mine, and how you will gasp softly as I slide slowly down,
unbuttoning your shirt, kissing the skin that is revealed, until I am
kneeling on the floor in front of you. Although I am the one that is
kneeling, there will be no question as to who is in control. When I unzip
your pants, I'll find you so hard that your boxers won't be able to contain
you. You'll barely be able to wait for me to tug them down. I will do it of
course, but leisurely, since I'll be enjoying every second of this
immensely, so there will be no need to hurry.

I feel myself becoming damper still as I think about the moment that my
tongue will make contact with the smooth head of your cock, and you will
not be able to help but let out a low moan. Before long I will have you in
my mouth, sucking, licking, and looking directly up into your eyes. Your
breathing will become ragged as I work on you, firmly gripping your shaft
in one hand, and gently cradling your balls in the other. When you come a
few minutes later, I'll take great pleasure in swallowing every drop.

Standing up now, I walk across the room to the doorway. I remember passing
a few empty rooms on my way in. I turn around and my eyes meet yours which
are looking at me questioningly. I decide that there is no time like the
present.

I wink at you, crook my finger, and though I know you cannot hear me, I
whisper, "Come here you."