Ready4Daddy

I lurched and gave a little cry and gripped the edge of the table as I felt the other hand pulling the foreskin off my uncut cock and moist lips come down over its bulb. I gasped as teeth gently closed down over the rim below the bulb and then again as I felt the tip of his tongue flicking at my piss slit.

I alternated from going rigid and collapsing into a puddle of Jell-O as he sucked just the head of my cock, holding it steady with his teeth, and fucked my piss slit with his tongue.

I begged him to stop, to take it slow, that this was sending me over the top—but he relentlessly carried on until it did, indeed, send me over the top and I ejaculated.

Ten minutes. It was all over in ten minutes. And although I certainly had had nothing like this done to me before, I had not hit a high A.

“Thank you. That was nice. That was . . .” I was mumbling to him, not wanting to disappoint him. And I was reaching under the table for my briefs.

“Hold still. This is not it,” he said, giving instruction in a way that showed he was still in total control and that this wasn’t a less than stellar performance at all. And, indeed, he still had his fist around the root of my cock, which was still half hard.

“I want you to move your legs onto the top of the table,” he directed from underneath the table.