Page 129 of Devil’s Disciples

Desire pumped through my veins like liquid fire. My cock throbbed. There was a long list of things she could have said that I would have objected to. Putting my dick in her mouth wasn’t one of them.

I sprung from my seat, reached for my zipper, and then hesitated. I’d made a promise to her the night before, and I needed to make sure I wasn’t breaking it. She said she’d agree to see me again if my reason for wanting to see her wasn’t about sucking my dick.

“What if I said I didn’t want you to?” I asked.

“It’s not about sex?”

“I won’t even mention it,” I assured her.

“Promise?”

I agreed, making a promise that I wouldn’t ask for a blowjob. More specifically, that I wouldn’t even mention it.

If I didn’t talk about it, I would be keeping my promise to her.

Normally, I’d have stuffed my cock down her throat, talking shit the entire time she gagged on it. It wasn’t going to be an easy task to keep my mouth shut, but if she was half as good at giving head as she thought she was, there would be other opportunities for me to talk shit, because I’d be back for more.

I unzipped my zipper and zipped my lips.

She wrapped her delicate hands around the shaft of my stiff dick, then circled the swollen head with the tip her tongue.

My heart pounded in anticipation.

She locked eyes with me.

Incapable of sex talk, or of giving any verbal direction, I simply gave a nod.

Based on her self-proclaimed ability to perform the task at hand, I decided to brace myself physically and mentally. I spread my feet shoulder width apart. Then, to minimize my desire to talk shit, I laced my fingers together behind my head. If she was as able as she wanted me to believe she was, she damned sure wouldn’t need my hands on her head.

I gazed in wonder as her full lips encompassed the entire head. With her mouth stretched tight around the circumference of my thickness, she paused and held my curious gaze.

My heart raced in anticipation of a blowjob that would undoubtedly etch its place in my memory. Her oral skills would surely be the topic of discussion at club meetings for years to come.

With her eyes locked on mine – and my cock protruding from her mouth – she winked at me.

In hindsight, I guess it was my warning. At the time, however, I took it as nothing more than a playful gesture.

There was nothing playful about what took place after that simple wink.

She engulfed my entire cock in one wet gulp.

The experience shook me to my core. I sucked a breath. My eyes bulged in opposition of what they thought they’d seen.

Just to make sure there was no confusion, she did it again.

And then, again. And again.

With my mouth flopped open and my eyes filled with disbelief, I stumbled backward until I hit the kitchen table. Now pinned between her very capable mouth and the edge of a two-inch-thick slab of maple, I was at her mercy.

She knew it, too.

She bobbed her head fore and aft like a dick sucking she-devil. Each stroke of her mouth convinced me her claim of “owning” me was accurate, and it scared me to death. Despite that fear, I couldn’t pull away.

I didn’t want to, either.

I was too busy watching a miracle unfold.

Her throat swelled as my shaft disappeared into it. When her ruby red lower lip came to rest against my tight scrotum, she paused, held her position for a few seconds, and then slowly pulled away. One inch at a time, proof of what she’d accomplished slid free of her wet mouth.