Lesbian Cock Sucker Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – Lesbian Cock Sucker Pt. 01 by Aussieguy8,Aussieguy8
The boardgame night had been fun. The usual group of friend playing a variety of games. Now it was over and it was just me, a cute girl, and a few ciders. Before you get things wrong, I wasn’t trying moves on her. Never had. I knew she was a lesbian, a gold star as far as I was aware. But we sometimes got a bit drunk together and talked about our mutual like of dominating submissive women. There was a particular irony to it that our interests and kinks were so similar. Yet she was a cute and bit nerdy tomboy which just happened to be my type. Yet my last partner was very pretty in a very fem way, just her type.

“So what do you miss from most?” Melissa asked me. We had just been talking about Melissa’s latest conquest and how that girl was new to being railed by a strap on.

“You know, there is a lot I could say but probably her desire to just give me a bj whenever I wanted one without any reciprocation. She enjoyed pleasing me and swallowing my cum was like her big reward.”

Melissa got an odd look in her eyes and went to get us another round of drinks from the fridge. She opened hers took a couple of big gulps and took a deep breath.

“I sometimes crave sucking a cock.” She told me quite matter of factly.

“Really? What makes you, crave it?” I was a bit surprised at the admission.

“Well its like a curiosity thing but also a submissive thing.”

“I thought you weren’t a switch.”

“I’m not.” She said. “But sometimes I get a thing about serving a man. Not like sexually but because of all the religious bullshit I heard when I was young. Like its programmed in and I can’t fully ignore it.”

“Well that sucks I suppose.”

“I mean it does but I’m also curious about what will happen if I do it.”

“That would mean finding the right guy. Lot of creeps out there.”

“I think I have.”

“Oh who?” I had my hopes of course but played it somewhat cool.

“You really are oblivious aren’t you. I’ve heard enough from you to know you’d be safe and know what you are doing. I don’t know my way around a cock and probably would need a few pointers.”

“Oh.” I paused for a moment taking it in. In my mind Melissa was not really marked down as a sexual person. Like we talked sex all the time of course and she was attractive. However, I’d put her in the lesbian box in my head and that helped me keep things platonic with her. More like one of the guys.

“That’s all? Just oh?”

“It’s a bit to take in. Change mental gears. Like I don’t really see you that way but like give me a few green flags and I’m sure that well change.”

“Ok so here is the deal. You can do what you want with my mouth. Fuck it, have my worship your balls, make me swallow. All that. Just, be commanding. I don’t think it will work if you are Mr Nice about it. If I say ‘yellow’ calm down and stop on a ‘red’ or if I’m in obvious distress.”

“I can do that.” We both used the same safewords but it was always good to check in.

I was looking at her now in a way I’d not done for a while. Obviously I checked her out when we first met but then I quickly found out she wasn’t into dudes. Which apparently was wrong on some level. A cute pixie cut, just enough to be able to grab, over brown eyes that had the submissive look I knew all so well. Cute face as well. Nice lips. Athletic body, from what I could see but she normally wore baggy clothes. I suppose it was my chance now.

“Any chance you could get naked? You’ll be seeing a lot of me and I’d love to see you in return.” I asked her. She thought about it for a moment.

“Down to my panties. I’m happy for you to see and play with my tits. Just be rough with them.”

“Last chance to back out.”

“Not a chance. I’ve been trying to get the guts to do this for a while. Take your time if you want. Make me know about it.”

I stood up, took her drink out of her hand and put it on the coffee table. I looked her in the eyes. I could feel the Dom in me start to come to the surface. She likely could see it to. She only held my eyes for a couple of seconds before she blushed and looked down.

“Follow me.” I instructed and headed to my bedroom. I didn’t look back. It was only a second before I heard her footsteps following me behind. I reached the room, took a few more steps then stopped and turned. She had followed me, head down but I could see her looking about the room nervously.

I let a little bit of time pass, enjoying her nerves. It was something I’d started doing after she had told me she liked doing it to her more inexperienced play things. The anticipation started having blood move to my cock and I could feel it slowly expanding with each pulse of my heart.

“Strip. And make it sexy.” I ordered.

She took a deep breath. Then began to unzip her hoodie. She didn’t know how to make it sexy and instead was fairly awkward. She opened the hoodie and slipped it off her shoulders. Under it she was only wearing a sports bra. She then kicked off her shoes and turned around. She bent over slightly and slid her trackpants down. Her panties were a simple black cotton pair of boyshorts. I admired her arse. It was clear that the soccer she played had kept her fit. I was tempted to give her a cheeky spank but thought better of it.

Melissa then undid her bra and slid it off. Covering her breasts she turned around then revealed them to me. They were bigger than I expected. Not huge but firm and nicely sized. I reached forward and grabbed one. Remembering what she said about being rough I groped one tit first then the other. She let out a very soft moan then the blush returned to her face.

I pushed a finger into her mouth and was surprised when she started sucking on it. Then I remembered that she had said that all she knew about straight sex was from some BDSM porn she had watched. This was going to be fun.

I took a pillow and threw it in front of her. Then grabbing her hair, I half pulled her, half guided her onto her knees. I moved right in front of her so my cock, straining at the crotch of my pants, was right in front of her face.

“Take out my cock.” I ordered her. Without hesitation she undid the drawstring on my pants and slid them down. Then pulled down my boxer briefs. My cock, hard and erect proudly sat upright in front of her face.

I grabbed her hair again and pulled her face into my cock. The shaft and head pressed against her face. Her breath taking in the smell.

“Open your mouth.” She did as instructed. I pulled her back from my cock enough so that I could push it forward and then slid the head into her warm mouth. I pushed further into her and she gagged as I hit the back of her throat. I left my cock there and she gagged again. Then I pulled out, my shaft now coated in her saliva.

I took myself all the way out of her mouth then rubbed my saliva coated thick shaft across her face. She wasn’t wearing make up to smear but it still felt powerful.

“Open.” I commanded again. She did. I spat down into her mouth. Part of the saliva impacting on her cheek, the rest going in her mouth. I returned my cock into her mouth and began to get a rhythm going.

She had no skills. Every now and then I’d feel teeth. I made her gag often. But the thrill of doing this to my lesbian friend. The power I have over her in this moment. A far better aphrodisiac than and skill she might have.

I took my time. Long strokes. Not hard but firm. Taking my time and enjoying her. My hand in her hair. Keeping her in position. Every now and then adding my spit to the mess her own saliva was making from the gagging. Pulling out and wiping it all over her face.

I then pulled out and moved her mouth to my balls.

“Worship my balls. They are full with cum. Cum that will be going down your throat soon.”

She started to lick them. Again with no skill but the power was a thrill. My shaft, hot with throbbing blood, was rested across her messy face. I was tempted to have her rim me. We both had talked about how we considered rimming to Rubicon of submission. We hadn’t agreed on it this session. I put that to one side in the hope that this would happen again. I’d have places to take her.

She had started to suck my balls into her mouth. They felt so full. That she wouldn’t have the experience to tell made me smile.

I pulled back. Grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto the bed. Onto her back. I moved so I was sitting on her face. My balls in her mouth as I looked over her fit body.

“Keep worshiping them.” I ordered and she returned to the task. From my position over her I started to grope her tits. Pulling her nipples. Even giving them some experimental slaps. As I slapped them, she moaned. Perhaps a spanking would be on the cards another time.

I moved into a 69 position and pushed my cock back into her mouth. Then I started to fuck her face. My head was near her boyshorts covered pussy. The black cotton showing that she was surprisingly wet. I hadn’t expected her to get off so much on this. Knowing that she was that aroused pushed me closer to the edge.

“I’m close.” I moaned to her. I put my head down onto her smooth thighs as I felt my body tense up.

I pulled my cock back so just the head was in her mouth then came. I came a lot. I’d not cum for a few days and the build up of semen flowed into her lesbian mouth. She coughed then swallowed it down like a good former gold star.

I left my cock in her mouth as I breathed heavily in the post orgasmic rush. Then moved off her. I looked at her. She was clearly in sub space and a wet mess showing what fun we’d had.

“I’m going to give yourself some privacy. Cum as many times as you want.” I told her then left the room, grabbing my clothes on the way. I returned to the front room and got dressed. It wasn’t long before I was listening to her moan as I sipped on my drink. I didn’t count her orgasms but it sounded like she had a few.

About half an hour later she returned to the front room. To my surprise she hadn’t cleaned herself up and looked like a well used slut.

“Thank you.” She said.

“Oh it was my pleasure. I might have to give you some tips if it happens again.”

“I got it out of my system.” She still couldn’t bring herself to look me in the eyes. “But I tend to get the craving every few months and I’m happy to hear the pointers next time we talk.”

“Of course.” I said. “Happy to. Tell me about how it all was for you.” I said. She did. As I was listening I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be the last time.