Chapter 2: Sucking Michael’s Dick

“So tell me Michael, why did you bring me to your bedroom?” I teased him, twisting my hips so my skirt flowed around me. I loved the way the material felt against my bare butt and I wondered if Michael had a clue that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Ummmmm, I just thought you might want to see it,” he said in a low voice. Well, he wasn’t going to get away with THAT answer, that was for sure.

“Come on Michael, I want you to tell me why you brought me here.”

“No special reason ... really.”

“Michael!” I said in exasperation, “If you want something, sometimes you have to ask for it. Last chance - why did you ask me up here. Don’t worry, I just want to hear you say it.”

I folded my arms and waited for his response, like a teacher in a classroom waiting for a reluctant student to answer. Michael was looking down at his shoes and for a moment, I thought maybe I was wrong about him. Was he really just a wimp?

“Oh alright,” he said suddenly, “I was hoping we would fool around a little. There, does that make you happy now?”

I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. I love it when men finally break down and do what I ask when they realize it’s necessary if they are going to get their hands on me. Well, I wasn’t quite satisfied yet; time to push a little harder.

“Now that’s better!” I said, licking my lips a bit for him, “So basically, you just want to fuck me - right?”

If I could have captured the look on Michael’s face at that moment, I would have posted it on my desk at home as an example of the most shell-shocked look imaginable on a guy. It was so hilarious, I almost broke out in laughter. His eyes widened and his mouth just opened and shut like a fish out of water.

“What’s the matter Michael, hasn’t a girl ever talked to you like this before?”

“Well ... no!” was all he could say. I smiled seductively at him and walked up closer to him and put my hands on his chest.

“You DO realize Michael, that girls sometimes want it too ... sometimes as much or even more than the guy,” I whispered to him as I moved my hands over his shirt and then started to unbutton it slowly starting at the top.

“I want you to fuck me Michael,” I whispered softly, looking up into his eyes, “I want to suck your cock and then have you stick it in my pussy and cum in me.”

I was down to the bottom button and had to pull his shirt out of his pants to get at the last one. Meantime, he wasn’t saying a word.

“Well, aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked, pushing his unbuttoned short off of his shoulders and down his arms, revealing an incredible chest and smooth torso. He either shaved or had almost no body hair, at least so far as his chest and back were concerned. His shirt dropped to the floor and I started to run my hands over his luscious bare chest and sides.

“I want you to suck me,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him.

I was unbuckling his belt now as he just stood there motionless, as if he was afraid to move and break the spell. With his belt undone, I unbuttoned his slacks and pulled the zipper quickly down to the bottom. I reached inside under the elastic of his underwear and was rewarded with the feel of his warm hard dick in my palm. My fingers wrapped around it and I held it firmly.

“Mmmmmmm, your dick feels so good,” I purred, “Tell me again what you want me to do to it.”

“Oh god, Kelly, I want you to put it in your mouth,” he gasped as I pulled my hand out and started to push his pants down to the floor along with his underwear at the same time. No sense wasting any motions!

As his underwear moved down over his cock, it suddenly popped out as it was freed and I smiled at the sight of it. He was circumcised and looked to be about six inches or so - about average for most guys from my experience. It was the type that curved upwards from his crotch when he was erect such that the head was pointed straight to the ceiling. As for thickness, again I would put him in the “average” category, meaning my hand would wrap around him and he would fit nicely into my mouth.

Pardon me for a word on cock size. Does size matter? Yes and no. Frankly, I don’t like the huge cocks you see in the porn movies. Sure, they are great to watch, but have you ever tried sucking one of those monsters? It’s a pain, literally, and frustrating in that I don’t feel I can do my best in terms of technique and satisfaction. Getting fucked by one is another pain - again quite literally. I find myself worrying more about how damn big he is and whether he is going to hurt me than the satisfaction I am looking for.

At the other end of the spectrum, I have had a few guys who were ridiculously small - to the point I would be better off with my own finger. Those are pretty rare and in all fairness, 99% of guys are “average”; maybe five to seven inches and about the same thickness. There’s nothing wrong with these guys, not in my book at least. They are relatively easy to suck and when they fuck me, if they can stay in me then they are long enough.

One other thing, I have found though, and that is cock size has absolutely nothing to do with the amount of cum a guy produces. I wish there was some way to predict it as I love nothing more than to have a guy cum and literally fill me with sperm. It is also better when it shoots out of his dick in a forceful stream such that I can hold it away from my mouth and watch it shoot into my open mouth, or feel it emerging from his dick in my pussy and shooting far up inside of me. So anyway, seeing Michael’s cock all erect and pointing upward was a good sign of what was to cum - pun intended!

With his slacks down to his ankles (he hadn’t removed his shoes yet so he just stood there with his pants and underwear gathered at his ankles), I kneeled down and quickly took his cock in my mouth, pumping my head swiftly up and down his shaft and then lifting my head up towards him.

“Is this what you wanted Michael?” I asked him softly. It wasn’t like I didn’t know what the answer would be, I just wanted to hear him say it.

Michael took my head in his hands and ran his fingers through my hair. As much as I had been forward on the trip to this apartment, as much as I had hinted to him what a slut I was, I had a feeling that deep down he probably thought I was just a big tease. Now that I had actually put his cock in my mouth, even if just for a brief moment, there was no denying that I was indeed everything he was hoping for.

I wondered how that made him feel, what thoughts were going through his mind. He most likely had masturbated many times dreaming of a girl doing just what I was doing and now his dream was on the verge of coming true. God, what I would have given to be able to hear his thoughts right now!

“Oh yes Kelly ... that’s exactly what I wanted,” he managed to finally say. Then, to my own pleasure, he said, “Suck my cock again ... please.”