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Don’t Swallow

Content: butch/femme, blow job, spit play, cum play, rough, praise kink, ‘good girl’, masturbation, penetration (mouth), praise, strap-on

Red comes over after work, after the gym, and wants to shower before we play. When she walks in, she’s already talking a bit frantically, some nervous/anxious energy filling up the hall, and I just smile and wait, a pillar of calm, a quiet presence as she sits and takes off her sneakers.

Finally, she pauses for breath. “Um,” she says. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I say. I take a step toward her and stand between her legs. She looks up at me. I put my hands in her hair and lean down to kiss her, and I feel her shoulders move down half an inch as she exhales. Her lips are soft and she parts them to let my tongue in, and her mouth is soft. My dick clenches and thickens when she touches her tongue to mine. I grip her hair a little harder and she lets out a little squeak of surprise, delight, maybe just a pinch of pain.

I twist my fingers in her hair to grab a handful, and with the other hand, I unbutton and unzip my jeans. “I can’t wait,” I growl. “Well. I can. But I don’t want to.”

“You shouldn’t wait,” she breathes, eyelids lowered, watching my hand as I take my cock out. She looks up at me, her lips parted, waiting, her chest moving up and down with her shallow breaths.

I take a condom out of my back pocket and slide it down the shaft. I have a rule: I always have a condom in my pocket if I am hard packing. The cock is clean, and this is the one I usually use with her and only her, but we’re still using barriers.

I move my hand out of her hair and to her jaw, tipping her head up as I run the head of my cock against her lips. She goes to open her mouth around it further and I hold her still, shake my head. She blinks, and understands, stilling herself, letting me rub the ridge against her mouth.

“Good,” I murmur. “Open.” She swallows first, and then opens her mouth wider. “More. Stick out your tongue.” She does. Her pretty pink tongue is wet. I slide the underside of my cock against her tongue, let her feel the ridge of the corona. She moans, her eyes fluttering closed, a light purr in the back of her throat and around my cock as I start sliding it in deeper. I circle her mouth with it inside, I touch the tip of it to her pretty lips. I hold her head just where I want it, my grip on her jaw sometimes loose and sometimes urgent, demanding.

I slide my thumb into her mouth while I still have a grip on her jaw, and start sliding it in and out, along with my cock. “Close your mouth,” I say, low. “Suck.”

Red does. She moans again. I can feel her throat working. “Don’t swallow,” I say, and a little shiver goes through her at that.

She hates being messy.

She loves being forced to be messy.

I feel drool starting to pool in my palm under her chin. She increases the pressure against my cock and I feel it rub in just the right places, fuck, am I turned on enough to come like this? I don’t often, but I might. Might just come right down her throat.

“Touch your pussy,” I order, my thumb no longer in her mouth, my cock getting deeper, my hips starting to find a rhythm with her tongue and her sucking mouth and her throat. I can feel the thrusting building in my pelvis and I want more, but I’m going to warm her up.

She slides her hand down into her yoga pants and starts moving it. “Don’t come,” I say. Not that she probably would, she mostly needs a vibrator to get off. But I may as well make it clear. And I may as well get her even more worked up — and ready to get fucked — while she has me in her mouth.

I have so many plans for her tonight; this is just the beginning.

“Beautiful girl,” I murmur, stroking her hair, holding her cheek, my eyes spilling over with lust. “I’m going to show you what that throat is for. You’re going to double tap if you need to pause. Remember?”

She nods, her mouth full, looking up at me. Her lips are so pink and puffy around me. I’m about halfway into her mouth and it’s already almost too much, but I want to feel it all the way in. I really might come like this; I can feel it building. I want to feel my balls pound against her chin. I want to hold the back of her head against me while I pulse and shoot and she gags. Just the idea makes my dick swell even more, and I rub against the base of the cock at a really good angle.

“Good,” I say, and pull out. Red breathes in deep. I graze my hand along her chin and am delighted to come away with long strings of spit and drool. I wipe it on her chest and she makes a low little sound, a moan of pleasure mixed with a bit of shyness and a hint of disgust, but her eyes are getting glassy and I know she likes it. “Good.”

I nod a little, raising my eyebrows — a question for her, seeing if she’s ready. She nods back, a very slight move, and licks her lips, dropping her eyes back to my cock, readying her mouth.

I slide it in again, further this time, but still not all the way. Pull out. Slide again, a little faster in and out, in and out, oh fuck it feels good to shove into her throat like this, even if it’s not that deep, the urgency is starting to build in me and the pressure feels so good. I press deeper and she opens her throat, I can feel it with my hand on her neck, and I move my hand to the back of her head to press her just a little further. Then pull back.

“Good,” I say again. “Like that. Do it again.”

She does. Opens wide, and swallows the head of my cock down her throat this time. She looks up at me, eyes watering. I give a brief nod, my eyes bright, mouth parted, almost starting to pant as I press my hand on the back of her head and press my hips against her mouth.

“More.”

She starts to gag. Her hands come up to my thighs and push, then grab at my jeans, more reflexively than to actually push me away, though I can tell she’s starting to sputter and her eyes are getting wild.

I pull out. She gasps, breathing deep.

“That’s so good,” I murmur, soothing, stroking her hair. But I don’t give her long before I shove back in. “Again. Suck this time. Suck for me.”

She does as she’s told. She works her soft inner lips around the head of my cock, sucking the air out of her cheeks and putting pressure against me. She moves a hand up to the base, looking at me as she does, and I nod, sure, go ahead, and she encircles the root and starts sliding it both up and down and around, gently. The rhythm and pressure pushes in just the right spots against my dick and I keep thrusting my hips against her as she sucks, as she works me with her hand. She opens her mouth and circles the tip with her tongue, pulls on the shaft with tighter and longer strokes as she sticks her tongue out, keeps her mouth wide.

“Please,” she says. “Please, I want your cum. Please.” She’s starting to whine, a pleading desperation edging into her voice. “I need it, please fill me up, I’ll swallow it all.”

She’s keeping her pretty eyes on my face, her mouth open and her tongue out in between her words, her mouth is wet, her tongue is wet, her chin is wet and dripping with her own saliva; she hasn’t swallowed. What a good fucking girl.

She sucks at the crown of my cock again and expertly works her fingers along the shaft. Her words send me, and I rub my body against the base of the cock, and I visualize my balls getting high and tight against my body, my cock swelling just a tiny bit more and then starting to pulse as ropes of cum finally release and hit the back of her throat.

Immediately, Red closes her mouth around the tip, like she can keep all my cum in her mouth. She keeps her hand steady, and I come, hips shuddering against her. She gags a few times as I thrust in and out, sliding so smooth in her pretty mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” I say again, barely able to make words, my eyes squeezed shut, but I don’t want to miss her mouth full and wet. I feel more than see her nod.

My hips are still bucking a little, though I’m trying to control it so they are more shaking and less thrusting in and out of her hole. She palms my balls and squeezes a little, pressing them up against me, still holding the head of my cock in her mouth. When I get it together enough to look at her, her eyes are rolling back a little, one hand still in between her legs, the other lazily stroking my cock.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” I say. I slowly pull my cock from her mouth and tuck it back into my underwear and jeans.

I slide three fingers into her mouth just to feel how wet it is, to feel my cum and her saliva mixing. “Look at that,” I murmur, crouching down in front of her, sliding my fingers in and out. “So wet. Is your mouth all full of cum now? Did you do such a good job and suck the cum out of my cock?”

She nods, opening her mouth.

“You really did, didn’t you. It’s not easy for me to come like that, but your pretty mouth … ” I pull my dripping fingers out and run them over her lips. “You’re so good at that.”

I love how slick and slippery her mouth gets. It’s dripping in strings down her chin, and her gym tee shirt is dark on her chest where it’s wet. I wipe my fingers on her cheeks and chin and throat, down to her tee shirt, and I let out a low groan. “Such a messy girl. Thank you, you did such a good job. You can swallow now.”

She does, still a little breathless, gulping twice. “Thank you,” she breathes.

“Good girl,” I say, standing, and then I lean down to kiss her. “That’s what that throat is for. Now,” I straighten and offer her my hand, and she stands. I grip the back of her neck with one hand and push her toward the bedroom door. She can have a shower later, after I mess her up some more. “Let’s go play.”

Published by Sinclair Sexsmith

Sinclair Sexsmith (they/them) is "the best-known butch erotica writer whose kinky, groundbreaking stories have turned on countless queers" (AfterEllen), who "is in all the books, wins all the awards, speaks at all the panels and readings, knows all the stuff, and writes for all the places" (Autostraddle). ​Their short story collection, Sweet & Rough: Queer Kink Erotica, was a 2016 finalist for a Lambda Literary Award, and they are the current editor of the Best Lesbian Erotica series. They identify as a white non-binary butch dominant, a survivor, and an introvert, and they live outside Seattle as an uninvited settler on traditional, ancestral, & unceded Snoqualmie land.

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