but I couldn't tell which was responsibly for the heat swirling through my body.
He stood up, stepping behind me and grabbing my waist. He ground his hardness into my backside through the fabric of my trousers. A small gasp managed to escape my mouth.
“I'm going to fuck you here,” he said, sliding a finger into my pussy. The strange feeling of a man's fingers inside of me caused my inner muscles to contract around him. “And I'm going to fuck you here,” he pulled his finger out, guiding it back to my ass to rub against my ring. “And your going to scream my name so loud the guy downstairs is going to get a hard-on.”
I gasped at the images that flew past my eyes, a strange sense of anticipation edged over me, pushing some of the nerves from my mind and causing my pussy to throb expectantly. Suddenly the warmth of him vanished, leaving a cool breeze to swirl between my legs; I shivered slightly.
“Come here,” he said. I straightened and turned to find him sitting on the couch again, pointing at the piece of carpet between his feet. I stepped between his legs to stand where he had indicated.
“Kneel.”
I did so as he unzipped his trousers allowing his cock to spring free in all its glory. It was huge, it was never going to fit where he planned on putting it.
“Suck it.” He leaned back and spreading his arms out. His face held a look of satisfaction as he watched my eyes widen with shock. I'd never given a guy a blow job before, but from listening to my friends I knew what was expected.
“It's been seven years,” he sneered, “surely you know the deal by now.”
I lowered my mouth over his stiff head, closing my lips around the tip and sliding them down its length. I moved up and down his cock, trying to take it further into my mouth each time.
One of his hands threaded through my hair, pushing and pulling on my head to move in the pattern that he wanted. The second hand soon joined it, stilling my movements as he held my head still between them. His hips began to move, fucking my mouth. I held onto his thighs as tightly as I could as he pounded into me.
His cock quivered slightly, his balls tightened and with a yell his cum spurted into my mouth. The muscles in his thighs tensed as he buried himself as far into my throat as he could. I gagged, choking on his fluid.
His body relaxed he pulled out slowly, allowing me much needed air. I didn't know what to do with the contents of my mouth, but there was nowhere to spit it. I swallowed, trying to clear it quickly.
When he had recovered slightly he pushed me backwards to lie between his legs on the carpet. He lifted my ankles and pinned them to the couch on either side of him.
“Touch yourself.” He stared straight down at me.
“Wouldn't you rather I touch you?” I asked, my face flushing brightly. The idea of playing with myself in front of him made me feel awkward, and the embarrassment flooded back immediately.
“If that was what I wanted, I would have said so,” he said coldly, seemingly unaffected by what had just happened. “I want to see you come under your own fingers, like you do when you think about me at home.”
“I don't think about yo...”
“Do you want the money or not?” He interrupted.
With a small sigh I lay back and tried to relax against the carpet. I slid one of my hands inwards towards my pussy. Slipping it between my folds I rubbed it softly over my clit, before dipping down even further to slide inside. I buried it as deep within me as I could before pulling it out, repeating the movement several times to coat my fingers in cream. I returned my slick finger to slide over my clit, lazily circling it.
“Open your lips so I can see exactly what you're doing,” he said.
I lifted my other hand, separating my fold to give him a full, unobstructed view of my most secret places. I had thought that I was exposed before, I had never expected this. He seemed to enjoy torturing me, I thought he'd just be sticking his
He stood up, stepping behind me and grabbing my waist. He ground his hardness into my backside through the fabric of my trousers. A small gasp managed to escape my mouth.
“I'm going to fuck you here,” he said, sliding a finger into my pussy. The strange feeling of a man's fingers inside of me caused my inner muscles to contract around him. “And I'm going to fuck you here,” he pulled his finger out, guiding it back to my ass to rub against my ring. “And your going to scream my name so loud the guy downstairs is going to get a hard-on.”
I gasped at the images that flew past my eyes, a strange sense of anticipation edged over me, pushing some of the nerves from my mind and causing my pussy to throb expectantly. Suddenly the warmth of him vanished, leaving a cool breeze to swirl between my legs; I shivered slightly.
“Come here,” he said. I straightened and turned to find him sitting on the couch again, pointing at the piece of carpet between his feet. I stepped between his legs to stand where he had indicated.
“Kneel.”
I did so as he unzipped his trousers allowing his cock to spring free in all its glory. It was huge, it was never going to fit where he planned on putting it.
“Suck it.” He leaned back and spreading his arms out. His face held a look of satisfaction as he watched my eyes widen with shock. I'd never given a guy a blow job before, but from listening to my friends I knew what was expected.
“It's been seven years,” he sneered, “surely you know the deal by now.”
I lowered my mouth over his stiff head, closing my lips around the tip and sliding them down its length. I moved up and down his cock, trying to take it further into my mouth each time.
One of his hands threaded through my hair, pushing and pulling on my head to move in the pattern that he wanted. The second hand soon joined it, stilling my movements as he held my head still between them. His hips began to move, fucking my mouth. I held onto his thighs as tightly as I could as he pounded into me.
His cock quivered slightly, his balls tightened and with a yell his cum spurted into my mouth. The muscles in his thighs tensed as he buried himself as far into my throat as he could. I gagged, choking on his fluid.
His body relaxed he pulled out slowly, allowing me much needed air. I didn't know what to do with the contents of my mouth, but there was nowhere to spit it. I swallowed, trying to clear it quickly.
When he had recovered slightly he pushed me backwards to lie between his legs on the carpet. He lifted my ankles and pinned them to the couch on either side of him.
“Touch yourself.” He stared straight down at me.
“Wouldn't you rather I touch you?” I asked, my face flushing brightly. The idea of playing with myself in front of him made me feel awkward, and the embarrassment flooded back immediately.
“If that was what I wanted, I would have said so,” he said coldly, seemingly unaffected by what had just happened. “I want to see you come under your own fingers, like you do when you think about me at home.”
“I don't think about yo...”
“Do you want the money or not?” He interrupted.
With a small sigh I lay back and tried to relax against the carpet. I slid one of my hands inwards towards my pussy. Slipping it between my folds I rubbed it softly over my clit, before dipping down even further to slide inside. I buried it as deep within me as I could before pulling it out, repeating the movement several times to coat my fingers in cream. I returned my slick finger to slide over my clit, lazily circling it.
“Open your lips so I can see exactly what you're doing,” he said.
I lifted my other hand, separating my fold to give him a full, unobstructed view of my most secret places. I had thought that I was exposed before, I had never expected this. He seemed to enjoy torturing me, I thought he'd just be sticking his
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