Midst of Morning

Early morning and still dark; sounds deafened by the darkness, brief hours before the sunrise. A window dimly lit, covered by the blinds that have been pulled down, hardly any light escapes. A man sits at a desk typing; the door opens unexpectedly and a woman walks into the room, scantly dressed. He turns in the chair he sits, to look at her, and takes in her beauty, as she walks over to him. Leaning back, he slouches in the chair to push his hips towards the woman.
She kneels in front of him; he spreads his legs, while her hands push them outward. Running her hands up the inside of the blue jeans he has covering an object that she desires. A hand reaches the center between his outstretched legs, the other coming over the top of his thigh and around his denim clad ass, fingers spread. She rubs over the ever-growing bulge under the fabric, to the waist and curls her fingers under. Extending them to reach inside, they touch the coarse hair she so loves to run through. Licking her lips then bends her head down and kisses the outline that has formed. Opening her mouth and playfully bites the center swelling of that outline.
Blue Eyes dart up to catch the gaze of the hazel ones watching her motions. Smiling as the hand that was squeezing a handful of flesh encased in denim, moves around, reaching for the zipper. Clasping the fly between a thumb and forefinger, pulling slowly down. Now open for her to see inside, lowering her head to smell the scent of him. A hand reaches into the coarse hair, and lightly waves through the strands, as it moves slowly lower into the opening. A button gives way from the urging of the other hand, as the waist of denim is now open. Widening her hand around the base, grasping and gently pulling from left to center, springing free upon reaching the open waist. Tracing the length of the vein with one hand, the other still holds the base, as more blood engorges the swelling. Rising harder with each passing moment. Pulling down from the base, the other hand continues tracing around the ridge under the growing head, and down over the veins. Making sure, not touching the most sensitive part, till the time is right. Her head lowers to nuzzle his low hanging balls, softly running her tongue around through the sparse hair covering them. Licking down underneath to feel the sudden spasm of pleasure as her tongue glides over the puckered hole, to the skin resting underneath the slowly tightening balls.
Grasping her hand tighter at the base, moving up the length gently pulling the sensitive skin up to the ridge below the head, then back down, resting there only a second. Her tongue glides over his balls, and licks around to the area where the skin covering that covers them emerge to the shaft, pulling down with the now resting hand around the base, she licks her way around the front side. Stopping in the hollow, between the muscles that lead to the shaft, swirling her tongue there below it. Slowly tracing the vein running up the length to just below the ridge: she pulls away, lifts with her hand, to trace the swollen vein underneath repeating what she had done for the upper side. Pulling away again, doing the same for each side, feeling the smaller veined areas of the shaft she holds. One hand falls to cover the scrotum, and lightly applies pressure with the palm of her hand there. Curling her fingers to a gentle squeeze, and a light downward pull, as she licks up the swollen vein again, to stop at the very tip of the shaft where it reaches the separation of the head. Playfully darting her tongue up, rolling it back, then darting up again lightly licking the separation. Repeating, again and again, suddenly she licks the slit atop the head, to the moisture that has formed there. Pulling her head back with a moan formed from the taste, as the drop elongates into a string, that she laps back onto her tongue. Tonguing the slit again to tracing the outer ridge of the head, she licks around, twisting her tongue, to drag the underside of it over the engorged and swollen flesh. When her tongue reaches the top, she slowly opens her mouth from a kiss as a flower would to daylight on the very tip of the head of the shaft. Dragging her mouth with tight pressure over it, till she takes the head in and rests her lips around the ridge. A moan escapes his lips as her sensual torture as she engulfs the blood filled, swollen glans.
Wanting to engulf his entire shaft, but wanting to continue the pleasures of slow torture she gives him, lifting her lips again, not touching the head with her tongue inside her mouth. To the tip she moves and repeats again, taking just the head into her mouth. Again and again she moves never letting her tongue touch, till she pulls away, again running her tongue around the ridge, which seems to be getting more blood flowing. Opening her mouth with her tongue pointing it’s way to the slit, she pushes into the slit and take the head into her waiting mouth as the pressure increase on the slit, tasting the fluid that flows freely now. Tasting it has a maddening affect on her as she lets her mouth glide past the ridge and her tongue, her tongue lightly dragging down the vein on the underside of the shaft. Drawing in as trying to take a breath into her mouth, with the passage blocked, she pulls the shaft in, until the head rest at the entrance to her throat, her tongue now flat on the underside, pressing up. Mouth filled with him, tasting, as he clinches the muscles around his anus, and expands the shaft and head momentarily. Felling this she pulls back halfway, to pull him even more as she swallows like a thirsty woman would a large gulp of water, when the head reaches back to the entrance to her throat. With only a slight choking feeling in her throat, the head slides past, deeper into her throat. Resting halfway to his coarse hair, she licks the underside fast and then swallows again, and pushes herself onto him, as her nose situates itself into the hollow where her tongue had been moments earlier. All movement stops with him buried in her throat, spasm after spasm from her mouth, as she swallows him in, milking him, drawing him harder. Milking him more with only the muscles of her throat, as he clinches his muscles again and the head expands in her throat, as she swallows, simultaneously. Never pulling back, breathing through nostrils, as the endless milking continues and her tongue continues to circle around between licking what skin she can of his balls, and the underside.
Ever slowly, she release him from the clutches of her throat as she brings him completely out of her mouth, to gasp for a full breath, she breathes him in again, only to stop when the head reaches to her throat. She pulls back and then in again, and again with an eager pace, then suddenly buries him into her throat again and stops, resting him there. With a swallow, she withdraws him as her hand squeezing his balls feels them tighten, she knows that his impending orgasm is rising from the depth of his balls, she want the taste of him on her tongue. Pulling him back into her mouth, with an even harder suction clamped around him, working her tongue back and forth over the shaft, as she draws him deep into her throat again, again, and again. Larger and more swollen, the head expands, and she knows the fluid inside of him, about to rush out, shall soon be on her tongue. Driving him deep, time and time again until he moans and she feels his muscles clinch as he tries desperately to hold off his orgasm for as long as he can, but to no avail. Knowing she does this to him makes all the more pleasure rise from in side him, as the first spasm rises forth, she pulls her mouth, until the head rests on her tongue, and a second spasm, even larger than the first comes out and onto her tongue. Then a third, and a fourth, more and more as she tries to swallow some into her throat, her mouth now full. Still more rises, jetting into her mouth, she swallows again, as her mouth fills. Some of the liquid reaches her lips as it escapes and falls onto her legs, as his spasms, still strong, but less frequent, subside. Pulling with her hand on the shaft, as the head reaches her now open mouth in poised over it, with outstretched lips, a final spasm not as strong as the beginning, still as pleasurable, rises out onto her tongue adding to the mixture of saliva and semen. She holds her tongue there to catch anymore. Drained and elated, the shaft stands, still hard, as she draws her tongue into her mouth and swallows the last remain taste.
Still erect as he smiles at her blue eyes looking into his, she takes him in and down her throat as the blood slowly leaks back into his body and the shaft fades. Feeling him soften, holding him still in her mouth, the size of the shaft and engorged head diminishes, as she pulls him out and she kisses the very tip gently. She looks up to him, he reaches to her, lifting her up to him. Now standing, she takes his hand in hers, and urges him up. Denim, falling to the floor, stepping out, she leads him by the hand she holds. They approach the doorway, his free hand rises to the switch.
Sun rising, lightening the sky with its rays, the light behind the blinds pulled down in the window, darkens. Sunlight shines through in the midst of morning.

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