The tenth submission to The Fellatio Project.  Tonight we welcome Sascha Illyvich, our second male writer on these pasts…from his Fetlife account, “proclaimed by the publishing industry as the bad boy of romance”…his words can be found here, and please support him on Amazon.

Photo by Tapio Ukkonen
Photo by Tapio Ukkonen

“Hey baby,” Katie looked at Mark with that sly smile she’d used on him before.

“Yeah?”  He nodded, noting the perfect O formed by plump, ruby red lips.  “Wait,” that look in her eyes…her tell.  “You’re planning something aren’t you.”

“Who, me?”  She tilted her head to the side, gave him a lopsided grin and touched her more than ample breast.  “Why would you say that?”

“You look like you’re up to something.”

“It’s not bad if I am, is it?”

He snickered.  “No, my love.”  Crossing the distance between them, he set a hand on her shoulder, caressed her cheek with the back of his knuckles, “I suppose not.  But…you have a habit of surprising me at the oddest times.”

“Oh what was wrong with giving you a handjob while you were signing books?”

Mark Knight, New York Times Best selling romance author, had been red faced while wearing the leather kilt Katie picked out for him before his last signing.  Of course it wasn’t his fault he’d come all over her hand during the reading.  Luckily, he’d been sitting down and behind a desk while her feet managed to massage his calves, and her hands his upper thighs.

Yeah, it was a small wonder when he jumped in his seat, scribbled his signature messily across some random fan’s book then had the good graces to look embarrassed.  “Your last surprise made me have to redo the signature on that one fan.”

“Oh,” Katie batted thick eyelashes at him.  “Don’t worry about that.  Besides, you had fun, right?”

Mark smirked.  “Look, I actually have something planned just for you.  Tonight.  Okay?”

Her eyes lit up like diamonds sparkling.  “You do?”

“My little ducky princess, yes.”  He clasped his hands behind his back, bent down, pressed a kiss to her forehead, then to her plump lips.

***

The party had been fun and for a few days, Katie would walk funny.  But the dungeon scene she’d watched still managed to put a wry grin on her face every time she thought about watching Mark work someone over.  He made sure of that fact, just as he’d kept an eye on her reaction when he spanked the one female bottom on the cross.  Yeah, she had a nice ass but it didn’t compare to Katie’s.  Not as round and plump or soft.   She wasn’t as feminine a woman, either.

But now that they were back in their hotel room, it was time to give Katie what she wanted, unknowingly  He’d been watching her reaction while he flogged the one girl and the two guys, became hyper aware of when the scent in the air changed, and where it came from.

His red dress shirt had remained only mostly buttoned and failed to hide her obvious arousal, while she swore she just wanted a little cuddling and light play.

Except he’d been watching the way her lips moved, formed that oh so sensual O and knew she wanted his cock in her mouth.

She wanted to show him that she owned his cock, his body and that she treasured how he owned hers.  The gesture would be erotic, yet romantic if one had proclivities like they did.

A moment after they came back to their room, Mark set down the toys, reached for the crop and a long tailed, suede flogger.  “Katie, go get cleaned up, then come here, baby.”

She nodded, humming a tune before the bathroom door shut.

He heard the sound of running water, then the water shut off.  The bathroom door opened, and Katie stepped into the dark room, illuminated only by the light from the hallway outlining the door.  Katie stood, hands on her hips, wearing only his red dress shirt . Her auburn hair hung loosely around her face, emphasizing the beautiful roundness of her features.  Oval green eyes caught his.

He sniffed the air again, picked up her arousal.  Licked his lips.  “Come here, Katie.”

Slowly, she crossed the distance, swaying her hips from side to side.

His cock hardened and throbbed painfully.  “What do you want, lover?”

Her mouth parted, pink tongue darted out over her plump bottom lip.  ‘You know.”

“Show me.”

She blinked, ran her hands through her hair and knelt before him.  Reaching for his zipper, she yanked it down, undid the snap and tugged his pants down his thighs.  “You’ve got a perfect ass, baby.”

“Not as good as yours,” he grabbed a flogger and swatted her.

“Ohh,” her hips arched back.

“I have a better idea.”  He blinked, took her face in his hands and drew her back toward the bed.  Shucking his pants off, Mark tossed them aside and knelt on the bed.  “Come here, baby.”

Again, her tongue snaked out and licked her lower lip.  Her vision zeroed in on the throbbing erection pointing straight at her.  “This what you think of me?”

“Every time I hear you say I love you, I want you or some other affirmation, I get aroused. But…” Her lips sealed around the head of his dick before he could finish the statement.  Searing heat enveloped his shaft when her mouth drew down the length of him.

Before he could take another breath, her mouth engulfed him to the base, and her tongue had caressed his balls.

He groaned, gripping the flogger tightly in a free hand while the other stroked her hair.

Katie moaned in tune with him, sending vibrations up his shaft.

Hard as it was, Mark lifted his hand with the flogger in it, brought it down on her ass.

The suede hit her ass and echoed in the room.  Katie groaned louder, sucked harder, tightening her grip around his shaft.

“You like that/”

She nodded, cupped his balls and gave them a tug.  Popping the head of his cock out of her mouth, she gripped him, pumped him, licked his cock like a candy cane.  By now, precum began to ooze from the head.

Katie leaned forward, kissed the tip of his cock, and flicked her tongue out to catch the drops of precum.  “You know that drives me mad, baby.  Do it again.”

Mark brought the flogger down against her ass, once, twice, then dropped it when her lips clamped around him.  Her tongue snaked along the underside, teasing, tasting.  She closed her eyes, began bobbing up and down on him, moaning louder.  Every so often she’d stop, beg for a spanking.

Mark strained to concentrate, the feel of his balls drawing against his skin along with sensation tightening in his gut let him know he was close to losing it.

“Will you swallow, lover?”

Katie nodded, kept sucking him, up and down.

Mark leaned forward, ran one hand through her soft curls, brushed sweat from her eyes.  With his free hand, he spanked her ass, once, twice, a third time.

Katie’s body shook, the first signs of orgasm approaching.  He kept up spanking her ass, alternating between left and right cheek while her legs rubbed together.  She snaked a hand beneath her belly and found her clit.  Rubbing faster and faster, she moaned, moved in tune with his spanking and thrusting.

Before he knew it, his body tensed, every muscle straining while his cock throbbed.

Katie pushed him down, flat on his back, gobbling his cock while she swallowed, took every ounce of his seed in her mouth before swallowing.

Mark couldn’t help it, for once he’d let himself be vocal with her, calling out her name, begging her, pleading her to stop.

Only she didn’t.  Wouldn’t.  Katie swallowed every last drop of his cum before blanketing his body with hers.  “My ass is going to be sore tomorrow, Mark.”

He sensed her grin in the darkness and smiled back.  “Is it?”

Katie nodded, trailing her fingers through his scalp.  “What do you intend to do about it?”

“Guess we can fill you full of more cum.”

She giggled and pressed her weight against his body.

Soon, her breathing settled into a steady rhythm.  He thanked his lucky stars for the presence of his cock whore, dirty slut and soulmate.

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