“I don’t know what I mean.” He was already touching the towel and then letting it drop. I gasped out loud at the projecting missile from his crotch. He had shaven all the hair off and I had to say that I was quite impressed. “I stand corrected. I think I know exactly what I meant.” To prove to him that I was serious and that this wasn’t just my way of flirting with disaster, I placed my hand around him. It was hot to the touch and almost scorched my fingers, before feeling the heat of his discharge, as it flowed down the surface of the shaft.
“I like what you’re doing, but I think it would feel a whole lot better in your mouth. Be a good girl and open up and say AHHHHH.” He was being pigheaded and a little sexist, but I couldn’t stop myself from opening up my mouth and consuming the plum sized knob on the top. “You just need somebody to put your in your place.” I was a consummate professional, but behind closed doors, it appeared that I had a submissive side that he had found to his liking. “I hope to god that you’re not just a knob polisher. I hate it when a girl does that.” I don’t know how many times I’ve heard that and then they get the surprise of their life when they find out that I’m pretty much a vacuum.
“I don’t think that you’re going to be complaining. In fact, I believe that you’re going to be screaming to whatever deity that you pray to every Sunday.” I had no idea what his religious beliefs were and I had no interest to find out. This was strictly a physical moment between two people. I hoped that I could separate this from my feelings.
“I hope you’re right, because there have been times that I have been disappointed and I had to take matters into my own hands.” This was something that I would like to see. The brief moment inside the shower with his hand wrapped around himself was not nearly enough to satisfy those longings deep down. “I did like the way that you sucked my knob into your mouth and played with it with the tip of your tongue.
I held him by the base, looking at this fat piece of meat and knowing that he wanted me to indulge in my favorite pastime. This was an addiction and even though I had gotten away from it over the years, I still had the desire to suck a cock to completion.
I steeled myself for the task at hand, pushing my mouth down over his pole and hoping to god that I would be able to fulfill my promise. I told him that he would not be complaining and I was damned and determined to make sure that my word was indeed my bond.
He curled his fingers in my hair, locking me in place, so that we were working together in tandem to get him off. I actually enjoyed the way that he had taken me and made me into a cock sucking bitch that wanted nothing more than to feel his seed in my mouth or on any part of my body.
I got up quickly, releasing his spit shined member, until I was able to push him back onto the bed. I spread his legs with my hands, slapped his balls, just to get his attention and then devoured his sausage, until the entire length was in my throat. I wasn’t sure if I was up to this, but it appeared it was like riding a bicycle. I was bobbing my head up and down faster and faster, seeing his reaction and knowing that it was just a matter of time before he spilled his load.
“Yes…just like that… I love the way that you curl your tongue around the shaft and work it up and down.… AHHHHH.” His seed was boiling and there was no denying that he wanted to make it a permanent home in my throat. At the last second, I had a better idea and I extracted his magnificent tool. It looked like it was going to explode in my hand. I went right to work to give it the necessary incentive to do so.
He was cumming and that gyser sprayed out with my head tipped back, just so that the first streak went from my chin all the way over my head and into my hair. Two more shots did the same thing. I was lucky that he didn’t get any in my eyes. I’d had personal experience in how that would burn the living daylights out of anybody’s eyeball.
I opened my mouth and he stuck the head in and jerked off, until I had gotten the rest of him. His muscles were straining and I could see the formation of his abdominals. I could trace them with my eyes. I lay there with his cream congealing on my face and then I opened them to see that he had left me. The door was opened and the towel that was lying on the floor was still there. I don’t know why he left in such a hurry. I wanted him to stay and finish what we were doing, but apparently he had other ideas.
I was tempted to let my fingers do the walking, but I wanted to give him the opportunity to set things right. I sat there on my bed feeling like my skin was on fire. After an hour, I just couldn’t take it anymore. My anger, the frustration and that fire between my legs that couldn’t be contained was the only thing that I was thinking, as I stomped my way down the hall to the guest bedroom.
I threw open the door to see him stroking himself “I was wondering when it was going to be too much for you to take. I’m pleasantly surprised to see that you outlasted most of the other girls that I put into that position. Now that you’re here, crawl across the floor and join me on my bed.” I should’ve turned around and went back the same way I came, but I wanted him and he damn well knew it. He left me with all of that stuff on my face, without any way to satisfy that yearning that came from a very detailed and explorative blow job.
I got down on my knees, still completely naked it, except for my panties. They were still in place, but I had a feeling that they weren’t going to be there for long.
I was at the foot of the bed and he shuffled forward, until his legs were down onto the floor. He grabbed my hair roughly and made me look at the object of my desire. He lifted me into the air quickly and down onto his expansive member. It was nice to see that he was able to get it up in such short notice.
“Fuck me.” I felt him buried to the hilt and he had done it in one very fast and agonizingly pleasurable stroke. He held me steady, not moving and allowing me to feel the entire length of his organ stretching me open. “Oh my god. I don’t think that I’ve ever had something this big.” I was not exaggerating and I think that he knew that I was telling him the truth.
He reached up and palmed my nipples, suddenly slapping them and causing me a moment of pain. I thought that I would chastise him for his behavior, but I found it to be mildly amusing. The red welt around my nipple was very telling and then he started to bounce me up and down on his pogo stick of love. He held be firmly by the waist and there was no way that I was going to get away. He was sitting and my knees were on either side of him, allowing him to fuck me with determination. Each time that he went inside, I would greet him with a tight glove and then when he pulled out, he was tickling those nerve endings at the entrance.
“You have a very open mind, Nina. I like that in my lovers. It allows me to stretch them mind, body and soul. I think for the next couple months, we are going to be doing this a lot. I can tell that your body has been deprived and that you need somebody to come along like me to make you want sex.” I wanted it more than I could admit to myself. There were times that I needed it badly. I would crave for the taste of cock, but I didn’t have enough courage to go down to a bar and try to find one.
I could feel that he was close, but I suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. I pulled free and ran from the room, slamming the door shut and running to my own. I closed it and turned the lock, only to hear his footsteps in the hallway and him pounding on the door.
Chapter four
I don’t know what came over me and I stayed by my bed on the floor with my hands wrapped around my knees. I was still naked and vulnerable, but at least the door was secured. He was not going to get in, unless he wanted to use extreme force.
I think I finally fell asleep and I bolted straight up at the sound of the clanging of pots and pans. I knew that he was in the kitchen, so it seemed like it was safe to open the door. He had definitely gotten under my skin and I had to prove to myself that I could stand in the same room and not fall on my knees in servitude.
I put on a robe, not bothering to put on anything else, because I didn’t want him to think that I couldn’t control myself. I walked down the hallway, feeling that my
knees were knocking together. I looked at them, but they didn’t seem to be moving. It was just my perception of how I was feeling at the time.
“Nina, you look absolutely famished. Sit down and I will fetch you a plate.” I couldn’t get over the way that he was reacting. He was bending over backwards to please me and I had no idea why. “I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to come on that strong, but I guess I got caught up in the moment. I would really like a second chance, but only if you feel that I have something to offer.” I could see what was going on. He thought that he had done something wrong and was now are trying to backpedal and make it up to me. “I saw a few recipes that you had on top of the fridge. I decided to make my version of eggs Benedict.” He opened my chair and it appeared that the tables were turned.
“I hope that you made the hollandaise sauce from scratch.” He nodded his head and I placed my fork into the egg and the mixture of hollandaise sauce. I put it to my mouth and I had to admit that it was pretty damn good. “I think next time; you should beat the eggs a little bit more firmly.” I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of telling him that it was the best thing that I had ever had in my mouth, not including himself.
“I’ll try to do better. Unfortunately, I do have to get to a meeting and I may not be back, until later tonight. I really don’t want to leave you like this, but I have no choice.” I was smiling inside, showing no emotion on the outside to indicate that he was getting through to me. I wanted to keep him guessing and having him at my beck and call was something that I found pleasing.
When he rushed out of here, he took off on his motorcycle. I stood there at the window peeking through the curtains and wondering how I was going to use this new turn of events.
All through the day, I began to come up with a plan of attack. This was going to be my coup de grace. I don’t think that there was going to be anything that he could do to stop himself from wanting me. I had supper and then I relaxed by the roaring fire. I’d gone out earlier and had found a faux bearskin rug. I lay there on top of that fur, touching myself and priming myself for the moment that he stepped through the door.
Candles were lit and the room was this nice glow of ambience that called attention to the woman that was naked and kneeling on her elbows with her ass perched in the air. I had my hands under my chin and the door handle moved and he walked in. He dropped his helmet and the bag that he had in his hand. I heard the glass shattering, as he made his way into the living room, while taking off his leather jacket and pulling that black sweater over his head. I motioned with my eyes that I wanted to see all of him.
“Whatever you want, Nina.” He took off his black boots, his socks came next and then he hurriedly unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear down in one quick motion. His cock slapped forward against his stomach, leaving behind proof of his excitement at seeing me in this position. I put my finger up in the air and I hooked it in such a way that it was calling him to me like a moth to a flame.
“I think I want the same thing that you gave me last night, Daniel. You know exactly what I’m talking about, but I want it in a way that will make me feel like a woman. I don’t want you to treat me like some kind of object. I still want you to be rough and manly, but in an entirely different way. If you can do that, then we can have whatever this is between us. Remember, I’m the one that can stop this at any time.” I had that power in my hand, but I didn’t want to use it.
He came to me and pulled my hair, so that I was looking up at him and at the hot piece of pipe between his legs. He moved to within a hair’s breadth of my mouth. He touched my lips with his knob and I let him slide effortlessly into my mouth. He held his stance, still holding my hair and pulling it just a little bit tighter to make me want to suck him off.
“I knew that you were a woman after my own heart, Nina. You professed, but I could tell that you wanted me to use you. I guess you just needed a little bit more convincing.” I had half of his sausage in my mouth and I wasn’t going to give up, until I had all of him. It didn’t take, as much as I thought it would. I guess I was overexcited and I had played with myself the entire day, without actually finding my own orgasm. I had played hide and seek with it and it was time for him to find it and coax it out into the open.
His cock was bigger than I remembered it, but I think it was just a trick of the candlelight that was telling a different story.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I saw the slick surface and knew that it came from my hot mouth. I was the one that did that to him. “You look absolutely delicious, Daniel. I do believe that I’m hungry for more.” I put my hands behind my back, not bothering to want to touch him in any way. I was perfectly content with moving my head up and down in his lap, while at the same time he was fucking my face with his ass cheeks flexing in and out with his effort.
“I want to make you happy, Nina. I don’t think that you’re going to be happy, unless of course you allow me to fuck you.” He was asking permission, but not asking for permission at the same time. He wrenched his cock out of my mouth, making this obscene popping sound, which was followed by him getting in behind. My perched ass was ready to receive him.
I reached for his leather jacket and I stood on my knees and put it on over my shoulders. I felt like such a bad ass. I was back on my knees with his cock pressing forward. He did not go slowly and he gave me that injection with one fast thrust that took the very breath out of my mouth. I gasped and I think that he loved it a little bit too much. His shaft was rubbing up against the walls and all I had to do was concentrate and I was able to see it in my mind’s eye.
My eyes suddenly opened and I let out a high pitched squeal that probably would have only been heard by passing dogs. It was deafening and that first orgasm was one for the record books. I had been playing a dangerous game and it was. It would’ve been, so easy for him to turn this to his own advantage. Instead, he was doing everything that I had asked without even any complaints to speak of.
While I was still going through that first climax, he pulled free. I didn’t know why he did that, until those very words told me everything that I needed to know and more. “Nina, I just love how your hole flexes open and closed. I had to see that for myself, but now I have to feel it.” He buried himself again, setting ablaze the fire that was already burning out of control.
“God damn it…you’re driving me out of my freaking skull. I don’t know if I’m coming or going.” He pulled back slowly and then drove it deep. He continued to do that for some time. It was meant to excite me and turn me into a sex wanton woman. He was well on his way to getting his wish, but he should be careful what he wishes for.
This time, I was overcome with emotions. I was the one that twisted around, still having him inside me and then I wrapped in my legs around his waist. I could feel the heat of the fire bathing my skin and looked up into his eyes to see a man that was willing to lose himself in the moment.
I had no delusions that he would stay for the duration. He had already said that this was temporary. I didn’t mind that this was only going to be primarily a summer romance. It would last for a couple of months and then he would set his sights on a different investment. He might come back and he might not. I was only concerned with the here and now.
“I think that you can do better. Put your back into it, Daniel.” His face showed determination and then he really started to put the screws to me. His hips were making contact with my own and that very wet slapping sound was a good indication that were soon going to find that sweet release together.
He did something that would’ve made any woman swoon at his feet. He began to stand. I thought that there would be no way that he would be able to support my weight, but he was more than up to the task at hand. He had his hands underneath me and I think that he wanted to give me something to think about. He bounced me up and down and I could tell that the strain of standing up with me attached to him was getting to him. He was breathing heavy and I could see a sheen of sw
eat on his skin from not only the exertion of what he was doing, but also from the fire that was raging in the fireplace.
“Is this what you want from me, Nina? I have no problem showing you what I’m made of. I think that you’ve given me more than enough incentive to give you what you truly want.” I was pretty much a broken and used doll, but I tried and succeeded to work him with those muscles that he had come to know and love. “You’re being a very dirty girl. It’s not fair that you can do that and I can’t.” he was smiling the entire time that he was talking to me, which told me that he wasn’t, as cross with me, as I thought he was. “Don’t do something, unless you expect a reaction from me.” I was suspended in midair, holding onto his shoulders and letting him fuck me with a desperation to get off.
“I think it’s time.” I pulled him in for a kiss and I felt his moan reverberate along my tongue. I thought for sure that he would fall to his knees, but he showed me that he was a true man of strength and character. He wasn’t going to allow that to happen. It didn’t matter if all of his muscles were exercised to excess. I felt him go off and once he was finished, he lay me back down on that fur rug and snuggled up behind me.
I could feel the wetness of the combination of both of our juices sliding down my thigh. I didn’t even bother to wipe it up. I was content in his arms and I had no reason to change the outcome. It started off soft and sweet, but it had turned suddenly back to what he had done the other night. It was the perfect compromise and one that I was willing to repeat over and over again.
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