In the Lizzie stories, Alex (the main character) is comforted when she sits on his face. This is not only because I like when women do that to me but also because I watched a fairly hot smothering scene a few weeks back and decided to include it in a story. Sort of.
Anyway, here’s the comforting part of the story that comes after the ballbusting:
There were four bedrooms upstairs. Lizzie led me into one and pushed me down onto the bed, and then lifted her dress and climbed on. She didn’t have any panties on, and the dress made everything dark as she lowered herself to my face. I inhaled her scent, pressed my lips to her smooth skin, and felt my whole body start to relax.
I didn’t get much time for that, though; Lizzie was absolutely soaked, and I couldn’t help myself: I grabbed her by the thighs and started working her over with my lips and my tongue. Breathing wasn’t easy — Lizzie was a thick woman, and she covered my entire face — but I made it work, just like I always did.
It wasn’t long before Lizzie cried out — it was muffled by the dress around my head — and came all over my face, soaking me. I licked and sucked as much as I could, which just made her come again, grinding hard on me, so hard that I was afraid my nose would break. It never had before, though, so I was probably safe.
I don’t know how many times Lizzie came, and honestly, I didn’t care. I had been her good boy at the demo, and I was being her good boy now, and she was proving it to me by tugging on my leash every time an orgasm hit. I know that I kept going until my tongue ached, until every breath was full of Lizzie, until she basically fell off me, flopping onto the bed. “Good boy,” she gasped, barely able to catch her breath. “Good boy.”
I was already hard from what I’d been doing, but hearing those words just made me harder.
Lizzie was tired, but she wasn’t so tired that she couldn’t crawl over to my cock and swallow me whole. It was a clumsy blowjob — she was still trying to catch her breath — but it was just as wet and sloppy as ever, and that plus a good hard squeeze of my balls had me coming down her throat before more than two minutes had passed.
After that, Lizzie managed to pull herself into position to cuddle with me, wheezing a little. I kissed the top of her head and reached for her hand, which she let me take, our fingers interlaced on my stomach.
“You… you sure you’re… okay?” she asked me.
“I’m sure.” A pause. “You?”