I am Not a Nice Person

I was getting ready to go out the other night when Thoth wandered into the bedroom. I was wearing only a bra and a skirt, and he said Hey, you look nice as he passed me.

I eyed him speculatively as he puttered around. He glanced at me, feeling my stare, then continued to putter.

I went over to him and hooked my fingers into his belt loop. C'mere.

Okay, he said. I led him to the bed and pushed him onto his back, then crawled astride him and pulled down his zipper with my teeth. He looked down at me, grinned, and tucked a pillow behind his head so he could watch me. I flicked the button of his shorts open and tugged them off, throwing them over my shoulder, then leaned down and bit him on the thigh. He squirmed.

I snagged a few items from the toybox beside the bed, sliding down his body to rest between his knees. I leaned forward and licked his balls delicately. Eeh, that tickles, he complained. I ignored him and licked my way up the shaft of his cock, flicking the foreskin back and forth when I got to the head.

Thoth's not the biggest fan of blowjobs. (Yes, there are plenty of men who aren't, but he's the first I haven't immediately converted.) But since I love to give them, I insist on a regular basis. It's not that he doesn't like them, per se, it's that he'd rather do other things.

Oh, the poor man, you cry, forced to submit to blowjobs! Such abuse! His life is so hard!

Anyway. I rolled the head of his cock on my tongue, pushing the foreskin back as I snapped a rubber glove onto one hand and drizzled it with lube. I squeezed more lube down the crack of his ass, then massaged it into his asshole, slowly working a finger into him as I sucked his cock. He groaned and writhed. I leaned heavily on his thigh and brought my other hand up to circle the base of his cock, stroking it as I sucked, curling my finger against his prostate and teasing it.

Within a few moments he was tensing up, panting and squirming. Jesus, I'm going to come already! Aagh! Wait! Ah... AH...

I sucked his cock hard and rhythmic, my hand keeping time, and vibrated my fingertip against his prostate, and he came like a volcano straight down the back of my throat, his ass convulsing around my finger as I pressed it firmly forward. His legs thrashed and almost knocked me off the bed.

I waited until he was done and lying limply across the bed, breathing heavily. Then I withdrew my finger, peeled off the glove, dropped it in the trash and continued getting dressed.

Dude. I wanted that to last longer, he complained.

Yeah, but I said I'd be there at nine, I countered.

I'm a bad, bad woman.