pussy between her legs. She had never shaved it herself. The
only time that particular skin had seen the light of day was when the psycho
had done it at his house. But Sergio didn’t know about that; she had kept it
from him, along with a few other details, the night she masturbated for her
dinner being one, for reasons she still didn’t understand. It wasn’t as bad as
some of the things she had gone through, things he knew about, read in the
newspaper for Christ’s sake. But he had never seen her pussy shaved. The hair
had pretty much grown back by the time she had moved in with him. So he just
stood there, looking at it, a look of bewildered puzzlement on his face.
It was a gutsy move,
bordering on aggressive, something she wasn’t in the mood for, but she took a
couple steps toward him just the same, allowing more of the light from the
bathroom to hit her body. His eyes found hers again and he smiled.
“You like?” she asked,
finding a newfound appreciation for the coyness in her voice. He raised the
panties to his face and inhaled deeply, his eyes still frozen on hers.
“Yes, yes I do.” She
stepped toward him again, pressing her body against his again and burying her
tongue in his mouth. She could feel his dick beginning to stir, not completely
erect just yet, but widening, preparing to stiffen. She gracefully went to her
knees, looking up at him as his eyes followed her down. She loosened the towel
from his waist and let it fall to the floor behind him. Leaning her shoulders
forward, while keeping her head tilted upward, she found the bottom of his ball
sack with the tip of her tongue. As she slid her tongue forward, first up the front
of his sack and then up the bottom side of his ever stiffening rod, she felt
his hand gently stroke its way through her hair.
She opened her mouth as
her tongue came over the tip of his dick and took him inside her, feeling as
much as hearing, the moan from his lips. She rocked forward and back on her
knees, sliding her lips over the length of his shaft. Then, perhaps in some
final plea for him to take control, complete control, she stopped. With the end
of his dick still in her mouth, she sat on her heels and waited. But not for long.
He reached behind her
head and pulled her forward gently until his balls made contact with her chin.
Then, holding her head in place, he backed out with his hips, and then forward
again. There he goes, she thought. No longer intent to wait for her to please
him, he was pleasing himself. It was a small step, but it was definitely in the
right direction. The speed in his hips increased measurably, though his rhythm
faltered at times as he reached a quick climax. She could feel it coming, and
was ready for it, but at the last second, he stopped short. Grasping his cock
around the base, he slowly pulled it out of her mouth. What the fuck? She
looked at the dick inches from her face in time to see several small drips fall
to the carpet. It appeared to have swollen more than she had seen before, its
head going from red to a deep purplish color, and then she understood. He
wasn’t done at all; he was holding the orgasm back so he could do more.
Be
careful what you ask for…ring a bell, sister?
Hell yea it did, but
she couldn’t see regretting this, not by a long shot. Bring the pain,
motherfucker, bring the pain. She was pulled from her thoughts abruptly as she
felt his hand tighten around her hair, lifting her to her feet.
“Anything I want?”
“God
yes, anything.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Tom Tinkerton shifted
in his chair, the dream causing him to stir where he lay. He was back in the
house, Daniel’s house, just like before. He had snuck in without being detected
and was creeping toward the kitchen. Just as he started out of the safety of
the darkness, he caught a glimpse of Daniel, turning and walking toward the
bedroom. Tinkerton started to call out his name, but stopped, choosing instead
to follow him. As the man turned
only time that particular skin had seen the light of day was when the psycho
had done it at his house. But Sergio didn’t know about that; she had kept it
from him, along with a few other details, the night she masturbated for her
dinner being one, for reasons she still didn’t understand. It wasn’t as bad as
some of the things she had gone through, things he knew about, read in the
newspaper for Christ’s sake. But he had never seen her pussy shaved. The hair
had pretty much grown back by the time she had moved in with him. So he just
stood there, looking at it, a look of bewildered puzzlement on his face.
It was a gutsy move,
bordering on aggressive, something she wasn’t in the mood for, but she took a
couple steps toward him just the same, allowing more of the light from the
bathroom to hit her body. His eyes found hers again and he smiled.
“You like?” she asked,
finding a newfound appreciation for the coyness in her voice. He raised the
panties to his face and inhaled deeply, his eyes still frozen on hers.
“Yes, yes I do.” She
stepped toward him again, pressing her body against his again and burying her
tongue in his mouth. She could feel his dick beginning to stir, not completely
erect just yet, but widening, preparing to stiffen. She gracefully went to her
knees, looking up at him as his eyes followed her down. She loosened the towel
from his waist and let it fall to the floor behind him. Leaning her shoulders
forward, while keeping her head tilted upward, she found the bottom of his ball
sack with the tip of her tongue. As she slid her tongue forward, first up the front
of his sack and then up the bottom side of his ever stiffening rod, she felt
his hand gently stroke its way through her hair.
She opened her mouth as
her tongue came over the tip of his dick and took him inside her, feeling as
much as hearing, the moan from his lips. She rocked forward and back on her
knees, sliding her lips over the length of his shaft. Then, perhaps in some
final plea for him to take control, complete control, she stopped. With the end
of his dick still in her mouth, she sat on her heels and waited. But not for long.
He reached behind her
head and pulled her forward gently until his balls made contact with her chin.
Then, holding her head in place, he backed out with his hips, and then forward
again. There he goes, she thought. No longer intent to wait for her to please
him, he was pleasing himself. It was a small step, but it was definitely in the
right direction. The speed in his hips increased measurably, though his rhythm
faltered at times as he reached a quick climax. She could feel it coming, and
was ready for it, but at the last second, he stopped short. Grasping his cock
around the base, he slowly pulled it out of her mouth. What the fuck? She
looked at the dick inches from her face in time to see several small drips fall
to the carpet. It appeared to have swollen more than she had seen before, its
head going from red to a deep purplish color, and then she understood. He
wasn’t done at all; he was holding the orgasm back so he could do more.
Be
careful what you ask for…ring a bell, sister?
Hell yea it did, but
she couldn’t see regretting this, not by a long shot. Bring the pain,
motherfucker, bring the pain. She was pulled from her thoughts abruptly as she
felt his hand tighten around her hair, lifting her to her feet.
“Anything I want?”
“God
yes, anything.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Tom Tinkerton shifted
in his chair, the dream causing him to stir where he lay. He was back in the
house, Daniel’s house, just like before. He had snuck in without being detected
and was creeping toward the kitchen. Just as he started out of the safety of
the darkness, he caught a glimpse of Daniel, turning and walking toward the
bedroom. Tinkerton started to call out his name, but stopped, choosing instead
to follow him. As the man turned
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