What She Wants

“You want to fuck me,” Cass said, walking up to Kon. She wore no clothes at all. Her body was lithe and slender, scarred, but no amount of scarring seemed to be able to affect how beautiful she was.

Kon blushed. “I… I…”

Cass looked down at his crotch. He was getting stiff already. “You really want to fuck me.”

“Cass, I’m seeing Cassie!”

Cass shrugged. “You don’t want to fuck her right now. You want to fuck me.”

Kon was forced to concede the point as Cass kissed him, her hot lips unrelenting against his, her tongue claiming his mouth. Kon was helpless. He groaned, Cass raising her thigh between his legs and rubbing her silky flesh against his hard-on.

“Get on the sofa,” Cass told him. “You’re getting what you want.”

Once she’d gotten him on the sofa, Cass groped Kon’s manhood through his jeans. His breathing grew heavier the more she squeezed him, body quivering with excitement. Sure of his hardness now, Cass started fumbling with his zipper to get out his cock. It didn’t take her long to work his erection out into the open for her use.

“I like your cock,” she said simply. “It wants to fuck me.”

“Fuck yeah it does.”

Cass nodded tightly, then began stroking it. Kon’s prick swelled and throbbed. He was frozen, helpless as a kitten while she played with it. Her fingers ran up and down his shaft, came down to scratch his heavy balls. When Cass’s hand traipsed over his burgeoning cockhead, she felt her mouth watering, her pussy clenching. Using her free hand, she took him by the wrist and held his fingers to her dripping sex.

“That’s how wet I am,” she said. “That’s how ready I am to be fucked.”

Kon stroked her swollen labia, then felt two fingers press into her as though they were being sucked into the juice-drenched opening. “God, you really want it…”

“Put your fingers inside me,” Cass ordered calmly, though with rising fervor in her stony voice. “I like touching myself. I like when you touch me too… like feeling them inside my cunt… yes… that’s how to touch me… that’s it!”

Then Kon was fucking her with his hand, his eyes moving from her breasts to her sex, his fingers deliciously feeling out the inner flesh of her cunt, awakening the juices that trailed out of her with every pistoning stroke.

With a pained groan, Cass twisted away from him, then straddled his face, her pussy looming over his mouth.

“I’ve seen women having their pussies eaten. They like it. I’ll like it too. Eat me, Kon. I can’t eat myself. You have to do it for me… make me come…”

Kon sucked the folds of her pussy into his mouth, compelling Cass to immediately want more of the sensation this gave her. She rolled her ass, pushing her sopping cunt against his lips. Much as she knew he wanted it too, she found it thrilling to ask for and receive exactly the pleasure she herself wanted.

“Tongue me, Kon! Put that tongue as far inside me as it’ll go! Taste me! Taste me coming!”

His tongue was thick and agile. It drove her wild feeling it inside her pussy. When he thrust his tongue into her, Cass ground her cunt onto his face, urging him to keep her pleasure going.

“Now take care of my clit!” she cooed, her voice softening as the pleasure built up. She worked her pussy up and down on his lapping tongue. “Get it with your tongue. Lick it, lick it. Ahhh, yes, like that. Now suck it. Suck it hard!”

Her hands tightly wound in Kon’s thick head of hair, Cass stroked herself on his mouth as if masturbating with him. She pumped her cunt steadily against his licking tongue. And as she did, Cass looked down at his face, excited by the sheen of her juices on his features and how he looked at her with such passion in his eyes. More than the mere sensation, it was delicious to be eaten out by such a man. It was marvelous to be wanted so desperately.

“Keep going!” she groaned, barely recognizing her own voice. “Lick me faster! Oooooh! That’s it! I’m going to come! Cream in your mouth—lick it all up, Kon! I want you to have all of it!”

Ramming her cunt needfully into his tongue, Cass undulated above Kon, riding his face for a moment before she came in a series of jerks and spasms, crying out as if in torment, then cooing with a flood of her cream running down to cover Kon’s smacking lips.

As soon as Cass had recovered from her rapture, she started stripping Kon. He had a hard time tearing his clothes off before Cass could rip them apart. Then she shoved him down onto the sofa again.

“I want your cock,” she said. Her voice was no longer soft. Now it brooked no disagreement.

Leaning over Kon, Cass nuzzled his cock with her face, running her cheeks over it, then mouthing it, seeing how the thick cockhead fit into her lips. She tasted the clean, sharp musk of Kon’s arousal on his sweaty groin. When she slid her lips over his broad glans, a surge of liquid excitement ran through her. Her breasts felt swollen and her nipples felt stiff. She could feel her pussy throbbing.

Holding his knob in her mouth, she pelted it with her tongue, swabbing it all over until every inch of it gleamed with her saliva. Licking away all the precum he fed her as his arousal skyrocketed. She stroked his shaft with her fist, pulling his foreskin down as she took more of his length into her mouth. Now her tongue ran up and down on his pulsating column.

Kon groaned as he felt what she was doing and Cass thrilled at how excited he sounded. She kept working his shaft in her hand while her lips slid up and down his cockhead. She pulled at his helmet with her tight lips when her mouth came off his erection. Then she went right back down onto it, her saliva washing over his engorged knob. Kon squirmed and moaned, but there was no escape from the sensation, no matter how intense it grew.

Cass pursed her lips, drawing them over her teeth, and closed her edgeless mouth tightly on Kon’s girth. Now she was rocking her body back and forth, jerking him off with her mouth. Kon gasped and groaned, sounding like he was feverish, in the grips of delirium, but Cass kept sucking at him. She felt the awful tension in his body and when she handled his balls, she could tell how full they were. His prick grew harder, as big and as stiff as it had ever been. When it reached its limit, when it jerked around because it couldn’t get any bigger, Cass knew he was ready to give her his come.

She stopped sucking, giving him a chance to hold back, but Kon couldn’t resist the orgasm her mouth had tantalized him with. His hips spiked and Cass held her head down, letting him fuck into her open mouth before she swirled her tongue around his cockhead and sucked hard on the erection he’d impaled her with.

“Holy shit!” Kon cried out, before he clenched his teeth too hard to speak. Only a croaking sound made it out of his throat.

Cass squeezed his balls as she sucked him, not pistoning her face on his erection anymore, just holding it in her mouth and sucking it for all she was worth.

I want his cum, Cass thought.