Girl on the Net

For this week’s guest blog I’m welcoming back the fabulous @DivaFoof! She’s written some hot smut for me before, about a deliciously BDSM-y shag that started with a kiss, and if you’d like to hear her sultry, sexy voice she’s also recorded some audio porn of my own post – fuck me like you’re wanking. Today she’s here to share a story about an illicit blow job, which ends with the best kind of blow job feedback…

Blow Job Feedback

It’s amazing how naughty being snuck into somewhere can make you feel, even though you don’t have much to feel naughty about. It was a first, for me, to be snuck into a university. One of the Oxford ones, no less. We walked lazily hand-in-hand through the dark gardens of the university. The gardens were dimly lit causing the light to gently cascade off the back of objects when I suddenly got a sense of Harry Potter. I’m convinced that Professor McGonagall walked past me in cat form. I let out a squeal of delight, he placed his fingers on my lips and shushed me.

“They don’t like it when you talk about Hogwarts around here.”

I mischievously grinned and licked up his finger, stopping to suck it slowly, always one to push the boundaries of his instruction. He tutted at me and pulled away.

We tiptoed into the building and stood staring down the room, it was eerily quiet. I felt his hands wander up my dress. I gasped and giggled as we stood in the long, ornate dining room. I started humming the Harry Potter tune and he quickly covered my mouth with one hand, the other straight into my knickers reaching from behind. How he was able to hit the spot always surprised me, even though I was aware that he knew my cunt better than I.

“Brat, I know we’re in a university, but I didn’t realise you needed to be taught a lesson,” he whispered in my ear, while covering my mouth and rubbing my clit. I whimpered.

“Quiet. Do not cum,” he instructed. I gasped through his hands as I writhed against his body. Letting go of my mouth, he pushed me down and onto one of the long wooden tables and snatched my dress and petticoat up, baring my bottom to the dark depths of the dining hall.

“There might be someone watching. On CCTV, who knows?”

“Please Master.”

“No, brat!”

He relentlessly rubbed my clit and dipped his fingers into my dripping cunt as I squeaked. He unzipped and I felt his rock hard cock rub between my lips and across my clit.

“Is there something my girl wants?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Tough, you can’t do as you’re told, you don’t get what you want,” he growled quietly. He tucked himself back in and wrenched me upward. Grabbing me by the hand he pulled me out of the dining room. Denied.

Horny isn’t a sufficiently strong enough word for when he denies me. I was panting as we entered into what I can only describe as 1970s student accommodation.

“Knees, now,” he said quietly.

“Yes Master,” I instantly reacted.

His belt was undone and he opened his trousers, lingering as he knew what I wanted but wouldn’t give it to me until I asked.

“Can I, Master?”

“Yes, girl,” he acquiesced quicker than expected.

I touched him and he groaned as my hot wet mouth ran the length of him. I made love to him with my mouth and his head was thrown back in ecstasy like he’d been waiting for this all day.

“How am I supposed to punish you when it feels this good?” he groaned in a staccato breath.

We moved to a very strange single student bed in which I continued my favourite duty to him. Seriously, why would a student have a single bed? That room was pretty big! There was probably more space to fuck on the floor than in the bed.

I’ve always loved sucking him and the feedback he gives in response, whether it’s fingers running through my hair, holding my head to pump himself into my throat or simply lying there vocally enjoying himself through various groans or saying my name. Or, quite often, changing his mind – the sensations making him want to be inside me.

This time, though, I had pushed the correct wrong buttons. His spit-lubricated cock was so delicious in my mouth. He started to climax.

“Steady… slow… down…or I’ll cum in your…” He gasped until suddenly he stopped breathing and plummeted into silence.

I deepthroated him. What felt like the deepest I’ve ever taken him. He came back for air with the biggest groan and delightful exhale.

“Sorry, you were saying?” I giggled. The brat in me tingled and I grinned like a cat getting the cream against the tip of his cock. I felt very smug indeed.

“Oh, it’s like that is it? Does my little brat think she has some power? How powerful does my little brat feel when I do this?” Grabbing my head he shoved his cock down my throat, making me gag, repeating this until he came at the back of my throat. My eyes watered and I felt a little dizzy. Magical almost.

“I’m not sure you’re ever going to learn but tell me, who is in charge here?” he smiled and wiped his cum from my mouth. I looked at him with big doe eyes.

“Good girl,” he whispered whilst moving to kiss me on the forehead.