Rosie woke the next morning to find herself alone in her bed. She assumed Ross had slipped out during the night or early hours. She was a little hurt but not surprised. But then the bathroom door opened, and there he was.
He was towelling off his hair, beads of water running down his naked body. “Good morning.” He greeted her with a truly happy smile. “Careful, go slow this morning, your body will be weak, stiff, and sore.”
Rosie pushed herself up to a sitting position. She had seen a single droplet make its way from his neck, down his chest, past his belly and right down the centre of his soft penis. It now hung, glistening and delicious, from the tip of his foreskin. She had to have it. She stood, slowly and carefully. Ross was right, her body was still wrecked from the night before and bore the marks to prove it. She walked over to him, kissed him softly on his stubbled cheek and said “Good morning, Daddy. I’m so happy you’re here.” Then she sank to her knees, stretched out her tongue and collected the little water droplet.
It was as tasty as it looked, and she put out her tongue again to see if she could find more. She licked his foreskin but found no more water, so tried sucking on it gently. Still nothing, so she pushed her tongue between the folds to the smooth helmet hiding within. This had a sweet and salty taste that excited her, and she decided to explore further. She opened up and put the head of his dick into her mouth. It wasn’t so soft anymore. It wasn’t hard but it was definitely firming up. With her lips holding him in place, she used her tongue to examine all the little creases in his skin, then ran it around the soft silky bulb beneath. She felt him twitch in her mouth and grow firmer still. A pearl of that beautiful, salty-sweet liquid danced onto her tongue. This made her ravenous for more. She moved her lips a few centimetres along his shaft, feeling every part of him with her tongue as she went. The more she took into her mouth, the more it grew, and soon she found that he was touching the back of her throat. But there was still more of him to taste.
She tried to push him in further, then gagged slightly as he hit her epiglottis, but didn’t let that deter her. She adjusted her head position slightly, straightened her neck, then pushed again. After a little resistance he slid past her tonsils and deep into her throat. He let out a low groan as he felt it contract against his now hard cock. Her eyes watered a little as she swallowed him to the hilt, her bottom lip brushing against his sack. She inhaled his natural, masculine scent. It was intoxicating. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in closer. She choked and drool escaped her lips, running over his balls. He twitched as he felt it and caused her to gag and heave. Her throat rejected him, and he released her so she could take a breath. She pulled all the way back, took one breath, swallowed, then put him straight back into her mouth again.
He was rock solid now and she could feel the blood pulsing through his veins. The feeling was thrilling, and she wanted to devour him. Now that he was covered in her spit, she could slide him in and out of her mouth easily. She took him as far as her tonsils then pulled back again. She moved back and forth, using her tongue to massage his shaft as she went, increasing her speed with each pass. Then she noticed there was a part of his length not getting any attention. She wrapped her fingers around his base and stroked rhythmically, in time with her head movements.
Ross began to moan, showing his appreciation. He ran his fingers through her hair then grabbed a fistful. He guided her into a pace that was most enjoyable for him. “Good girl. Use that tongue.” She did as she was told, trying to caress every millimetre of his gift. He tasted better than anything she’d tasted before, and his soft skin felt like bliss in her mouth. She started to moan, and Ross could feel the vibrations run through him. He forced her onto him more roughly and pushed his hips towards her at the same time. “Do you like getting face-fucked like a little slut?”
He was pounding the back of her throat, but she managed an “Mmm hmm”. The sounds reverberated in his swollen member, and he released a little precum for her. When she tasted it, she became frantic. Her gripped tightened and she started throwing herself onto him, battering her pharynx. Her moaning intensified, barely stopping to breathe.
“You want my cum, don’t you? You’re a hungry little cum slut.” Ross grinned down at her. “Go on then, get Daddy’s cum.” He let go of her hair and stopped thrusting, letting her take over. She didn’t disappoint. She sucked as she pulled her head back then rammed him into her as far as she could. She began twisting the hand he she had on him as she slid it back and forth. With her free hand, she cupped his balls, massaging them gently as if she were trying to milk him. She moaned and murmured, desperate for his cream. Ross was panting now. “Fuck! You’re going to make me cum”. This seemed to add to her frenzy. “I’m going to cum, baby girl.” He tried to warn her, but she wasn’t letting up.
His balls tightened and his cock twitched. Rosie slammed him as far into her throat as she could manage and held him there as he unloaded everything he had to give. She swallowed down every squirt and kept swallowing until she was sure that he was empty. She sucked him clean as she pulled her head away then gazed up at him from the floor, licking her lips.
“You are a dirty little bitch.” Ross told her, grinning from ear to ear. “Good girl.”
She glowed at his praise. “Thank you, Daddy.”