Mistress Phone Sex-Good Clean-Up Boy Pt 2-Lau-A-0005 5-22-23

“Fucking the air, clean-up boy? God, you’re fucking desperate!”

“Yes, Mistress. Please!” He didn’t know how to finish the sentence. So I shushed him and said, “Do try to relax. You know this won’t happen again for a long time, my good clean-up boy, so you better make the most of it.” Shuffling in so the front of my body was flush against his side, I hitched my skirt up to bring my leg up over his erect, bouncing cock. My lacy stocking top showed, and the seductive visual, followed by the sensation of the lace traveling over his sensitive shaft, made his eyes roll into the back of his head and then flicker shut.

The noises which escaped his mouth were glorious.

I continued this for a few moments until I was sure he couldn’t take another second or else those balls would release their pent-up frustration. Bringing my leg back down, away from him, relishing his distressed moans, my other hand reached for his cock. He had opened his eyes when the stimulation from my lace stocking tops left him and so glanced at my hand, reaching for his rock-hard cock. The thought of me giving him a hand-job elicited another whimper and back-arch.

Instead, I teased with just the lightest touch of my fingertips.

I let my nails gently trail down to his full-to-bursting balls, my smoothly rounded nails dragged over the surface, his needy whimpers and yelps reaching their peak. I used only the very lightest, barely-there touches. My nails traveled up his stiff shaft and down again to his balls, which were high and ready. It was almost time. He’d done well to restrain himself and would be rewarded.

Leaning over him, I moved my face close to his ready cock.

My smooth fingernails moved away from his balls to just underneath with the gentlest touches against his taint. Was his Mistress going to? He could scarcely believe his luck as my mouth approached his impatient cock. Stifling a laugh against his redundant hopes, I blew gentle breaths over his exposed cock-head. Being so close, I saw his balls readying themselves for the release. Just three more hot breaths from his Mistress’ cruel mouth directly on his strained head was all it took.

He let out a divine and lengthy wail.

I moved my head just in time. Cupping my hand to capture those hot, thick streams of jizz, all for my good clean-up boy. He bucked and thrashed, desperately trying to get direct contact with something, but it was useless. He came without me touching him, with just a few hot breaths.

“Oh, my good clean-up boy. What an absolute mess you’ve made!

It’s good that your tongue works so well because now you’ll have to clean my hand.” Realizing what had just happened finally hit home, jolting him out of his post-orgasmic haze. He was racked with muted sobs and tears flowing freely down his face. I put my sticky hand to his mouth, demanding my good clean-up boy get to work. “I’m not entirely heartless, though. Afterward, I planned to let you suck on my saturated panties while I lock my cock back up.

Find the first part of this blog here and the hot as fuck audio here.

 
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2 Comments

  1. Jeff June 5, 2023 at 8:13 am

    Laura
    thank you for the story I got so
    excited that I wish I could fix you
    some sweet tea or lemonade. Would
    you like that? I hope you are well
    and maybe some biscuits as well
    what would you like on top of them
    I have an idea, but I want to hear yours
    Stay Sexy Southern Belle
    Your Southern Gentleman Jeff

    Reply
    1. Laura Stone June 5, 2023 at 8:29 am

      Thank you so much, sugar! I would love to find out more about them biscuits.

      Reply

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