Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled ‘Stroking to the Rhythm” (a percussion fantasy). Why are drummers so damn sexy? When you held drumsticks in your hands, striking the drum, holding a steady beat with a shift in tempo all the time while your body is tossing sticks and catching them..I would get very aroused. Percussionists know how to fuck, as they can fuck it to the rhythm with mind blowing, out of breath, sweat trickling down my spine orgasmic kind of sex. And the faces you make in bed, just like when you are playing like an Animal during your performances. So. Fucking. Hot. Oh and do you remember when you played “Animal” percussion cadence 22 times in a row? So much energy, as I was dancing to the rhythm, all I could think about was…sex. Tell me, why are you so damn sexy?
Are you ready for me to lick and stroke your cock to the tempo? Let’s mark time….
Look at you lying there. You have no idea I'm watching you. Your eyes closed, fantasizing about something…was it the picture of me naked with only a drumstick in my mouth that represents your cock I sent you earlier? You know I was thinking about giving you a blowjob. That is exactly what I want to do today, to put my mouth where my mind was.
I watch your hand moving up and down along your cock. You, giving yourself pleasure. Had I known you were going to be this bad, I would have brought my restraints. I quietly slide my coat off and walk into the room. Your eyes fly open and look at me, hand frozen around your cock. My hand on my hip, I tease you with my smile. "Keep going," I encourage and you let out a breath of relief.
Your eyes meet mine as I slowly unbutton my blouse. You'll get what you need, don't worry. I let it drop to the floor. I turn around and let my fingers find the zipper to my skirt. I inch it down gradually until it reveals my black lace panties underneath. I tug my skirt down over my hips, letting it fall. I step out of it and turn back around to face you. You gasp as you realize my black stockings are attached to garters. I walk forward to the bed, grinning wickedly at you. I notice your hand has begun to move faster, trying to anticipate what I'm going to do.
I take your ankles and push your legs apart as I kneel up on the end of the bed. I crawl up the bed between your thighs, dragging my nails over your skin gently as I do. You moan softly at my touch. I lean down and lick up the length of your thigh, nipping it. Your thighs spread more for me. I move to your other thigh, alternating licking and biting it.
Your hand tries to touch me, but I'm just out of reach. I look up and smile at you again as I crawl forward a bit more. I place my hand over yours and stroke your cock with you. My other hand moves up and gently cups your balls. I slow your hand down until we're holding your cock just at its base. Looking in your eyes, I flick the tip of my tongue out and lick the head of your cock. You gasp. I can feel my cunt aching with desire the second your taste invades me.
I let my tongue flick out again, this time moving around the head of your cock, licking you.
I let my lips touch you as I run the tip of my tongue along the underside of your ridge. Your hips move up to me, willing me to take you deeper.
Not yet. I let my tongue and lips drift down along the outside of your shaft, sucking around you, getting you wet, getting you harder. I move your hand away now, placing it on the bed beside you. It's only my hand, my lips, my tongue on you now. My mouth drifts around you and back up toward the head of your cock. My lips hesitate over your swollen head for just a second, just long enough to meet your eyes. Then I pull your full length into my mouth in one movement. I hear you groan as your hips thrust up into me.
I stroke you in and out of my mouth, to a steady beat. I know you love the feel of it, hot and wet. I know you love when I suck you. I love it too. Your cock is so hard now, so erect. I tighten my lips just a bit to add a touch more pressure to you. Then I suddenly stop, pulling your cock almost all the way out of my mouth. You gasp again. I smile around you as I tease the head of your cock in and out of my mouth, while thinking, it was you who taught me to listen to the rhythm to get me to focus on playing music. And here I am, listening to the rhythm of your cock going in and out of my mouth, keeping focus and on tempo. I moan. Your beautiful cock tastes so good.
I feel your hands weave their way into my hair. I know you want more. I let my tongue swirl around your head and I suck gently on it. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, I push you all the way back into my mouth. Your fingers tighten in my hair, pushing my head down. Fuck my mouth. Use me. I let you guide my head faster, faster on your cock. God. You're fucking me now, fucking my mouth like it was my cunt. I let my hand drift down to my panties. Tucking my fingers inside, I push them into my cunt. Fucking myself in the same rhythm your cock is fucking my mouth.
My panties are soaked from my sweet juices. I let you take over my mouth, you're in ecstasy now, fucking me blindly. I can feel your cock swelling, the cum wanting to pulse through you. You are very close now. My other hand drifts back toward your ass, through the wetness left by my mouth. You whimper. I let my finger massage your asshole as you open your thighs wider for me. I know that when you feel my finger enter you, you're going to explode in my mouth. I slowly push it in, as you groan loudly.
Your cock swells more and I can feel the cum surging through you. You are reaching the climax.
I suddenly push my finger deep into your ass and the cum rushes out of you, spilling into my mouth, pulsing with each stroke. You cry out and thrust deep into my throat, your hands pushing my head down hard. Your hot spunk fills my mouth and shoots down my throat over and over. I drink you, loving your taste, your essence.
I suck you, milking you with my mouth, licking up every last drop. I slow my mouth on you, letting you come down. Your hands loosen in my hair, you're breathing hard. Tell me sweetie, did I get the rhythm right? You kiss me and say “yes. It was perfect.” I then say “you taught me well.”
