Free Blowback by Lyn Gala

so that he
could reach more. Tom happily ran his tongue up between the inner lips, seeking
the hot, hard clit.
    She was breathing faster now and Tom sucked gently. With a
cry, she pressed herself down onto his face and for a half second, Tom couldn’t
breathe. Tilting his neck back, he sucked in musky air through his nose and
then focused on sucking harder, using the end of his tongue to press into her
clit before opening his mouth and thrusting his tongue deep into her cunny. She
was making little mewling sounds now and Tom tried to make her cry out louder.
He sucked harder and then softer. He worked the clit one second and then sucked
gently at one of her inner lips. He reverently licked the clitoral hood and
then buried his whole face in her pussy. Every change brought new cries until
she was rocking against his face and his neck was burning—the muscles straining
to hold the uncomfortable position.
    “Oh God. Shit. I need more.” She sounded desperate and Tom
sucked as hard as he could, but she pulled away, leaving him feeling cold and
exposed. For a second, she leaned down, her hands braced on his chest as she
gulped air. “Oh my God you’re good. I say that to a lot of men, but honey, I
have rarely ever meant it this much.” She fumbled at his pants, her hands
rushing so much that Tom was a little worried about her damaging his equipment.
But then she got the zipper down and went to the foot of the bed to pull his
jeans off.
    “Well damn.” For a second she stood looking at him.
    “I ain’t too big, am I?” Tom had been with a couple of women
who’d backed out when they’d seen his cock, but doxies were usually fine with
him.
    “No, you’re definitely not.” She moved closer and ran a
finger up the underside of his engorged cock. Tom cried out, twisting in his
chains, but he couldn’t get free.
    “You do that again and this is going to be over quicker than
either of us want,” Tom said, his teeth clenched.
    “Oh I think I can keep you going for quite a while.” She
patted him on the leg, and then, without warning, she ripped out a hair from
his balls.
    “Fuck! What the fuck did you do that for?” Tom bellowed,
yanking the restraints so hard that he could feel his wrists pop like an
overstretched knuckle.
    “To take the edge off. I want to ride you for a good long
time,” she said without apology. Tom settled back down on the pillow. Yeah, he
would have rather avoided that bit of pain, but she was right that he did need
something to cool him off some before he came like some school boy.
    “Some warning would’ve been nice.”
    “I never promised to be nice to you.” Leaning down, she ran
her teeth along the inside of his thigh, and Tom tried hard to think of unsexy
things before she had to repeat her trick just to keep him from coming
prematurely. “Most men who have big muscles are trying to compensate for
something, but you do not have anything to compensate for, do you?”
    “Not in bed, I don’t,” Tom agreed. She smiled at him and
walked back to the cabinet where she took out a vaginal guard applier. Slipping
the silver tube between her legs, she hit the button and then wiggled some
while the seal settled in.
    “I’m going to be the judge of that and a very happy judge at
that,” she said. Pulling out oil, she put several drops in her hand and then
rubbed them together. “I think I want a good close look at what you have to
offer.” With another of her wicked smiles, she walked over and started running
her hands around his balls, weighing them in her hand and squeezing gently. All
Tom could do was throw his legs open. He wanted her to finish soon because he
wanted to come, but he would be even happier if she kept him all night,
punishing him with this slow, seductive torture. She ran her oiled hands up the
shaft of his cock, squeezing just tight enough to make his eyes water.
    Tom was about incoherent by the time she finally got up on
the bed and straddled him. Holding his cock,