“Ah!” gasped Jeremy.
“Is it going to come, Jeremy? Should I keep on doing that?”
“Please, Miss – ah!” It happened. As she rocked slightly backwards and forwards, Jeremy spurted again and again over his chest and stomach. The pulsing shaft excited her, and nearly started her off again.
She waited on top of him until she felt his body relax. “Jesus, Shirley,” he said, and she giggled. The show had ended and he was the real Jeremy again.
“Wow. You surprised me. I guessed you were a hot little piece but – wow!”
She climbed off him, and brushed a kiss onto his lips. “Thank you, Jeremy. I really enjoyed it.”
“£800! How about that – he must have enjoyed himself.” Shirley had gone to Marilyn’s place on her new bicycle, bought with Jeremy’s money. Today felt very good, as if she had won a medal.
Marilyn drew her in and put the kettle on. “He called me, you know. Told me all about it. Well done.”
“Oops – that’s embarrassing,” said Shirley, although she was not at all embarrassed in front of Marilyn.
“He told me you had volunteered me for a little show in his office.”
“Oh well, yes, but that was just talk. You know, to get him all fired up.”
Marilyn was pouring the kettle. “Well, well, you never know. You need new ideas to keep him happy. So – tell me. How do you feel about it all now?”
The question took her by surprise. How did she feel about it? Well, she was over the sex-for-money thing, or she would have walked to Marilyn’s. “I hadn’t thought about it. I suppose – I suppose it’s fun. Yes, that’s the most important thing. It’s really good fun.”
Marilyn chuckled and pushed her cup over. “Good. The money wouldn’t be worth it, unless it’s fun. You’re right. Now, before we go to the pub, I’ve got a present for you. Wait a minute.”
Marilyn came back with a brown paper parcel. “Here you are. You’ve earned it.”
Inside the wrapping Shirley found an artificial cock. A slim, pink cock, long and elegant. It felt heavy and yielding in her hand. She liked the feel of it, and the shape of its head. With a little lubricant she could imagine how it would slip inside very easily.
There was more to the toy. At the other end, sticking out on top at right angles, was a bulbous handle. Almost like a short walking stick.
“Oh, thank you, Marilyn. It’s lovely, but what’s this bit for? Why do you need a handle like that?”
“Don’t be silly. It’s a Feeldoe. That’s the bit that goes inside you. The rest sticks out in front.”
Shirley tried to imagine squeezing the handle into herself and how the artificial cock would look sticking out in front. “But why would I want – oh!”
Jeremy had a big surprise waiting for him.
Other titles by Jacqueline George
The Prince and the Nun
Foreign Affairs
Her Master’s Voice
Light o’Love
How to make Wild, Passionate Love to your Man
Where Gold Lies
The Accidental Spy
Falling into Queensland
www.jacquelinegeorgewriter.com
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