Free Coaching Missy by Ellie Saxx Page B

matter-of-fact about these things! This was
exactly what she needed.
    Stephen turned to face her. His cock was tipping up in time
with his pulse, half-erect now. Missy stared at it intently.
    “We should start with sucking,” Stephen said in a softer
voice. “You should show me where you are...what your skill set is. Then I’ll
make some corrections, if necessary.” He took a step forward and added, “You
should probably be on your knees.”
    “Yes, right,” Missy murmured. She knelt on the carpeted
floor and tilted her head up slightly. Stephen’s thick rod was right at eye
level. She ran her hands along his muscular thighs and let out a soft moan.
    Missy felt tiny in front of Stephen. All of a sudden his
cock looked immense. She wasn’t sure how she could take it in her mouth at all,
let alone deep enough to impress him. That’s what she wanted to do – impress
him.
    She put one hand on his cock, unable to close it completely
around. She stroked lightly up and down the swelling shaft. Stephen’s skin was
so, so warm. She gripped his thigh to steady herself and continued feathering
her hand up and down, up and down, until Stephen was rock hard and nodding with
approval.
    “That’s good,” he said. “Good job, Missy. Remember to keep
that exact amount of pressure. No need to squeeze extra hard at the beginning.
Light, soft touches. Now spend a little time on my balls, too.”
    Missy looked up and smiled, licking her full lips. She
wanted his cock so badly that her mouth throbbed. It took all her willpower to
wait. She traced her index finger in swirls around his balls, watching them
tense and shift as his cock continued to fill out.
    Stephen’s full length was off any chart Missy knew of –
dwarfing her high school boyfriend’s, and seemingly as thick as her petite
wrist. She began to kiss lightly along the shaft, getting her first taste of
Stephen’s fresh musk, and it was glorious. Sweet, with a trace of sweat and
soap. The skin was pulled tight now and it felt like a very thin, hot strip of
velvet under her lips.
    “Mmm,” Missy moaned, keeping her mouth firm on his shaft.
She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed them gently. Then she pushed his
cock up against his lower abs so she could ease her mouth underneath and tongue
the base. She’d never done anything like this before. She was already pushing
past any known cocksucking experience. This just all seemed like the right
thing to do. Instincts took over and she lavished Stephen’s cock with messier and
sloppier kisses and tonguing, rising up off her knees now and then for
leverage.
    Stephen began to stroke Missy’s long brown hair and caress
her neck. The sensation was thrilling, tiny bursts exploding everywhere his
fingers touched. He leaned forward and slid his hand down the back of her shirt
and massaged between her shoulder blades, further down, pressing hard in the
clefts above her ass, and then sliding back up to stroke her neck.
    Stephen’s touches made Missy ravenous. She aimed his cock at
her mouth and circled her tongue around the head, feeling slick pre-cum
lubricating her lips. She closed her mouth around the tip and bobbed back and
forth slightly, pressing down a little to massage an inch of Stephen’s dick
with her lips. It was so full and firm that she already felt like her jaw
couldn’t open much further.
    This was going to be tough. Missy put a hand on each of
Stephen’s thighs, her mouth still firmly around his cock, and readied herself.
    Right before she pushed forward in earnest, Stephen held her
head, stopping her.
    “Remember,” he said, his voice husky and his gaze getting a
far-away look, “try to make some eye contact. Not all the time, just kind of
checking in with me while you do this.”
    Missy nodded, bending his cock down and up with the motion.
She kept her eyes locked on his as she slid another inch of his dick in. She
struggled to get her lips around the shaft, wiggling her mouth side-to-side as
she