I squeeze both hands, just to gauge his reaction. Would that be all it took? I could feel it throbbing in my grasp, pushing back against my grip as though to challenge it. Dark eyes rolled back, and his body arched forward in hard, long thrusts.
I wasn't ready for all that movement, and I lost my balance. I let go of him. In just those few seconds, his eyes were upon me, begging; I had to steady myself.
Cupping my hands together, I decided to pump him from top to bottom. I was leaning forward to keep from falling over. That hard cock was practically staring me in the face. My hands were already wet and sticky. Was it terrible that I wanted to stuff it into my mouth?
I couldn't tell if he was thrusting harder than I was stroking. Either way, it didn't take long. Just a few of them and I let go and stood back, staring blatantly as a stream of juicy, delicious cum gushed forward. His eyes were shut, but his body did all the talking: Back arched, limbs trembling, shuddering, shivering. He was still erect afterwards, milky solution dripping down his shaft and to his balls.
But when he opened his eyes, he looked so relieved. The smile on his face was one I imagined was just for me.
I suppressed the urge to clean up that mess for him with my tongue. It was only a petting zoo, after all.
My hands, both of them, tip-toe up to his throat. The Adam's Apple is bobbing almost dangerously. I can feel the racing heartbeat push up against my palms. [i]Would he growl like a dog? Like the other one did?[/i] I wonder, and my nails scratch just under his chin. His body is straining just as before, but nothing else happens and I withdraw my hands.
"Nnn--" That's the sound I hear before he nuzzles at them, my fingers, and a part of my heart melts. He wants my hands - I promised them - and his fear of being left alone with such an erection is both charming and heartbreaking.
I wasn't expecting the sensation of his tongue on my fingers, and the slick feel of the inside of his mouth makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on edge. He can't speak, and he can't ask but I know he's asking anyway. He's asking with each smack of his lips on my forefinger. He's asking with each flick of his tongue, each whirl. He hollows his cheeks and [i]God, why can't his mouth be on my pussy?[/i]
He's earned it, and my hands are fighting over themselves to touch his cock. "G-good boy," I tell him, to remind myself of who's in charge. I don't want him to know that I can't help but be drawn to him.
I curl one hand around the base of his cock and cup his balls with the other. Then I look up at his face. I want to see his face. I want to know that I'm the one making him make that face.
He's biting his lip and it makes me realize that I'm biting mine. I wish I could just pull down my pants and rub my clit, plunge my fingers knuckle-deep into myself until I cum - but I can't. So I'll make him cum instead.
I feel him gently move his chest against my fingers. When I look back up his tongue is swirling around his lips. My fingers slip across his oiled skin with ease, and I decide to be just a little more bold. I drag my hand down his torso, digging them in just a little. His back arches and a growl escapes his throat. His eyes are half lidded, now, and his hips are swaying slowly in motions I know he wished I repeat.
In my mind's eye, I can see it: the two of us rutting on the floor, our hips meeting each others, the shocked faces of the other customers. I can hear him howling in my ears, can feel the fullness of that cock inside me and best of all. He could be my pet, and I could be satiated.
Now I understand why people come here so often.
I decide to be brave and test the waters a little, my fingers ghosting on one of his nipples. He straightens to attention, but nothing else. So I pinch and twist.
"Aaawl," he pants, tongue still shamelessly hanging from his mouth. I find something sexy about it. It isn't hiding in the crevice of another person's mouth or pussy; it isn't swirling around a clit. It's so helplessly lonely and without any job to do and that's why: I would give it a job if I could.
But I want him to earn it.
"Be patient," I whisper. "If you're good..." I'd never say anything like this. But he [i]makes me want to[/i]. I know he's waiting for me to give him what he wants, following my whims. I know he'll do what I ask.
Moist fabric bunches awkwardly between my thighs and I squirm. I'm much wetter than I thought I would be and I'm more embarrassed about my resolve than anything else.
"Of course we can," my friend tells me. "We paid for it after all."
I'm not as bold. It isn't instinct for me to just... [i]grab.[/i]
The intensity startles me, rather than the sound. A stifled moan isn't something I'm used to hearing when I'm with other people. It's only instinct to turn to the source of the noise, and my cheeks turn red at the sight:
Muscled. Glistening. [i]Hard[/i]. A part of me feels that this is somehow illegal. It should be.
They're not allowed to ask. But as innocent as I am even I can't ignore the look on his face. I turn towards my friend for some form of validation and several feet away, hands still roaming over her favorite. She doesn't notice that I'm trying to catch her eye. Is that good enough? A quick glance around doesn't help. No one's paying attention to me."
I'm biting my lip as I turn to face him again, looking into his eyes and not the swollen mass between his legs. He pants at me, open mouthed, and even keeping my gaze above his waist I see his body trembling.
"You poor thing..." Tentatively, I place a hand on his chest, caressing gently with the tips of my fingers. Innocent enough.
He hisses in response and this time I don't catch myself before I look down: I see the cock straining in its position upright, precum already at the tip.
[i]I don't think it would take much...[/i]
"Are you turned on?" she asks.
"What?! No!" LIELIELIE. Of course I was turned on, with you hovering over me with that camera and that damn shirt you're wearing dipping so low. God, I want to say that this was weird, that it was time for the joke to stop but I can't. That glazed look in your eyes makes me even harder and my cock inadvertently twitches.
"H-How much longer?" I ask, my fingers twitching for the urge to pull the flesh.
"Just a little bit more..." You bite your lip while watching a small rivulet of pre-cum drip down my shaft. "Wow...You look like you're going to explode. Why don't you jerk off a little bit?"
You put the camera down, "Do you need some help?"
Before I can answer you take your hand and wrap it around my cock. "A-Ah!"
A smile spreads across your face. You rub the tip with your index finger as your other hand angles the camera and flips the monitor so now we're both in the frame. I can see your hand moving in tandem with mine and your mouth attacks my neck in nibbles. My strangled gasps and groans make you giggle and in turn you pump your hand faster.
"Hnngh. Ah!I-I'm almost-" and you pull your hand away.
You look at me slyly and lap at your fingers sticky from my pre-cum, "Go on," You pick the camera up and pointed it to me. "You can finish now."
I was too drunk on your touch, the feel of your soft skin pulling up and down my heated cock. My hand immediately obeyed your command and I moved as I could, my breaths coming out heavy and labored.
Oh fuck, I squeezed my eyes shut and by the time I reopened them I see you lap the excess off the tip and once again, I'm hard.
The hand between my thighs undoes the button on my shorts, the fly. His hand pushes aside my underwear and makes a slow circle around my clit. A fire erupts there, faster than any of the times I've touched it, examined it, followed all the guidebooks to properly arouse myself, to know my enemy… The heat rushes up inside me, and makes me shiver like I'm cold.
"Let me give it to you, and then let me go," he says. There's a hint of desperation in his voice. "Don't make me go back to them."
My free hand traces the spiral of his horn. "And then I'll be strong enough, to capture whomever I want?"
"Once you know you've nothing to fear from us," he agrees.
I slide on top of him, trying to better position myself. He lets out a gasp, and I bite back a scream as he find his way inside me. The push is agonizing, but as before, his touch makes pain give way to pleasure. My body seems to know what to do for the first time without guidebooks at hand. I rock against him, the heat coming in waves now, flooding my body in red light. It's like I'm changing, my body shifting, molding to meet his. I am blazing alive, and then I'm out like a match.
The incubus sits up and runs his hand through his hair. His horns have vanished. He reaches down to take off the shackle, then pauses. Smirks at me. He stands and gives the chain between us a tug that threatens to rip my arm off.
"Come along, little succubus, I've got some hunters to hand you over to."
The shackles clamp shut. With the spell complete, the incubus falls to the ground. I drop beside him, exhausted, and the cement sends shocks of pain up both my knees as they land too heavily against the ground. Just a moment. I need just a moment to catch my breath.
The sharpness in my knees fades away under the incubus' hand, with its innate ability to turn all pain to pleasure. It drifts up my thigh, rubs between my legs. My eyes fly open and I lean away. The spell should have left him placid, servile, unable to act without my command.
"That was pretty good for your first time, little witch," the incubus murmurs.
"You should be--" I start, and finish, because I don't really know how he should be, but I had imagined that at least his erection would have subsided.
He looks up at me with his blood red eyes, and he raises his other hand to catch my forearm. He taps the words "DON'T STUTTER!" which I scrawled on hastily with pen, trying to keep notes of everything I'd need for this hunt. "You got me, but you need a little more confidence for it to work out right next time."
He tugs at my forearm and pulls me down on top of him. I'm sprawled out sideways--awkward as always--my arm brushes against his cock. He doesn't tease me like he did while I was casting my spell, just turns my head towards his, his lips just a centimeter below mine.
"I can give you that confidence," he says. "I'm yours until you hand me over to your superiors. The power they to wrench from me--I'll give it to you willingly."
"Wh-why would you?"
His fingers graze down my forearm to the shackles that bind us together. "Because I like your spark," he says. He's lying.
This is so perfect. I have been trying to come up with a way to tell him about my superpower for so long, but I thought he'd laugh at me about it. Who wouldn't laugh before they experienced it? My mouth's ability to absorb the impact of anything seems entirely useless since my mouth couldn't open wide enough to hold anything special, but it meant I could give The Streak blowjobs despite his freakishly strong cum. He'd been forced to only be satisfied in one single room (the same one where he had to work out and use the bathroom) for so long, and It was time for him to get some in another place.
So when I felt him get close, to his release, I dismounted and turned around, laying on his stomach with my entrance in front of his mouth. As I slowly dragged my tongue up his length, his hot tongue slid up and down my folds before plunging in. I squirmed and took him into my mouth completely, pumping until he hit the back of my throat every time. His tongue moved with increasing urgency, in and out of my and around my clit. I sucked and he released his hot seed into my mouth and down my throat. His gushing end pushed me over the edge and I moaned like a banshee when I came.
My queen i pledge my allegiance to you , may you use me as you please. I am humbly before you to fulfill your every command however kinky it may be. To suck and lick your clit as long as you like and to lick up all of your juices so that none may go to waste. Oh how i would love to satisfy you over and over again, plunging my throbbing dick into your tight wet pussy until you cum. Until you tremble all over and your toes curl. I, this very day am completely indebted to you, to suck and nip,and lick your beautiful pink nipples any and everywhere my Queen desires. I am your knight, you are my Queen.
"Think about what you would do with it if it were still attached to me," she suggests. Well shit. That doesn't help.
"I would lick it," I reply, my teeth clenched.
Her answering chuckle is beyond infuriating, but it's also beyond sexy.
"You can't," she teases. "Tell me what you would do if I were there."
I grunt, doubtful. But then I start talking. "I'd open he door between your first and seconds knocks. The moment you were inside, I'd kiss you. I wouldn't even close the door until my tongue had been in your mouth for a good ten seconds. Then, I would pull back, but you'd follow me, just a little, and be leaning against me. I'd tease you by making you back off to close the door and by the time you were done with that, I'd already be halfway up the stairs. Of course, you would chase me, and you're faster, so you'd catch me and tackle me onto the carpet on the second floor. I would fall, but then roll over so you were under me. I'd kiss you sweetly, chastely. I'd stare into your eyes and tell you I love you, but then I'd roll back over. You'd be so mad that you'd just initiate, pulling down my pants and blowing me. You'd do that thing with your tongue and pull me right to the edge, but then you'd stop because I deserve it for teasing you. Then I'd get mad and I would turn you over so you were on your hands and knees and I'd be so painfully rock hard that I wouldn't even be able to tell were I was for a moment. Then, suddenly, the tip would find your soaking wet entrance and I would force myself to go slowly for your pleasure. I would reach around your beautiful smooth thigh and rub in slow circles around your clit, one circle for every thrust. Gradually, I would get faster and faster and you would get so wet and start tightening and I would be trying so hard not to cum because you deserve the absolute best, and- Ooooooohhhhh shit, that was f*cking amazing, babe."
F*ck. I'm so glad then guys don't notice when I stare at their crotches. They'd just call me fag and even though that's what I am, I couldn't handle the guys treating me any differently. I'm a guy and I love it. It love my muscles and my deep voice and I couldn't even begin to imagine life without my testosterone-fueled soccer games. But I also could never imagine life without my vagina. I play better when I'm not horny. Otherwise I find myself staring blankly at some guy's abs when he pulls his jersey up to wipe the sweat from his face. So, before every game, I... Relieve myself. Unfortunately, we're at the state championships and I didn't get a chance in the hotel room this morning. So instead, here I am, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice as I answer Scott over the wall of lockers. God, Scott... His blond hair is so amazingly tempting when its soaked with sweat. I just want to push it back, run my fingers through it, kiss the sweat off his throat... *sigh* There. I'm ready to play. That's the first time I ever used one of my teammates to get my pre-game relief, but I don't have time to think about it as we storm the field. Scott runs out in front of us because he's the team captain. I watch him stretch down to the ground, his shirt slipping closer to his head and his shorts tightening with the movement. Oh goodness, I'm horny again...
He traced his tongue back up to her clit and rapidly lapped at the hard little nub. She shuddered. He thought he felt her toes curl against his back. Juices flooded from her and he licked them up eagerly. He was a prince and he couldn't have his lady's dress stained. Just as he was finishing cleaning her, cum poured from his cock, running down between his legs. No matter, she'd responded and he couldn't be happier.
When he finally pulled away, he saw a new smile curing the edges of her lips. Perhaps she didn't want to end this dream quite yet.
The stories all said to kiss her.
And oh, had he. He'd kissed her a hundred times, chastely at first, but when she didn't awaken he'd kissed her more forcefully, enjoying the taste of her mouth on his tongue, the feeling of her soft lips against his. But the pleasure was always followed by disappointment. She never did wake up.
Worrying made him bolder. The next day, his lips and hands fell on her breasts. They were so soft, so perfect. If only he could hear her heave as his lips closed around a nipple. He nibbled at it, tugging gently as he massaged the other. God he was so hard, before he could stop himself, he sucked hard and his hand found it's way into his pants to his stiff cock. If only she were awake. He had to leave to finish himself off.
The next morning, he ran his hand over the silk stocking that covered her calf. Hadn't he kissed every inch of her skin? What was missing? Why was she still asleep? He pushed his hand higher under her dress now moving across full, velvety thighs. Almost too soon his fingers brushed warm, wet mounds.
Perhaps he hadn't kissed ever inch. He pushed her dress up and enjoyed the feel of her inner thighs brushing along the side of his face. His tongue slid into her pink slit and the taste of her made his cock throb harder. He traced the hot folds slowly at first, then began to lick rhythmically from the deepest part to her clit which he swirled his tongue around.
Her hips bucked up. Had they really or was he imagining it? Could this be working? He fit is mouth over her breathing warm, wet heat, and pumped his tongue in and out of her hole. Yes, she was bucking up to meet his squirming tongue. He moved his lips, rubbing them against more of her. Precum was dripping from his straining erection. He felt as wet at she was, but he kept going, focusing on her scent, her taste, waking her. Her, her, her.
It took a while for me to bring up my courage to ask if we could leave the locker, but I heard a slow hum escape from her. It was as if she was sleeping. I felt the beginnings of my hard penis form and stir between my thighs. I slid my hand over the outline of my jeans and touched the tip from the outside of my pants. It felt good with out bodies close, but I wanted more than that. I wanted to feel her soft lips against mine, I wanted to feel her chest move with her breaths, the tender touch of her fingers on my sides, and the look in her eyes that I so desperately crave...
Oh how I could just have my first kiss with her.
I waited for some time to pass before I would have left the space, but I heard some girls complaining down the hall. Their voices echoed crude phrases and even sputtered somethings about "never doing something like that again". I could hear that they stopped outside my unlocked locker door, so I peeped through the slits of the door to see what was going on.
To my surprise, there she was standing outside my door. The trio of girls, who appeared to be her friends, bickered about how the essays they had her write were given poor grades and that they expected better from a "snot-nosed book worm". Snot-nosed book worm? How dare they! She certainly didn't deserve to be called names. It wasn't until they shoved her against the locker was when she was thrown into the locker with me...
Which was how I ended up here.
Her voice was shaky and I could tell she was scared. I have never been this close to a girl before and her body pushed against mine wasn't helping me. I felt a stir between my thighs and the heat began to rise as well. Oh, what was I going to do? The bell rang and the commotion of the students in the halls made me even more nervous. Her sniffles were drowned by the noise of chatter and I whispered that everything was going to be okay. That I wasn't going to do her harm. The voices outside the cramped space rose quickly and then began to simmer down.
Her scent from the brown strands of hair that pass my nostrils is almost enchanting. The smell of vanilla and coconut, the two most decadent scents I know all to well. I have only seen her the few times,down the halls during class dismissal. She is always with her friends, who laugh and joke about something that one of them have said from their last class or discussing what that difficult question on the 'surprise quiz given to them. But every time I see her, she always has her books held tightly to her chest, her face lowered down indicating she is listening. That' what I like about her, she listens and doesn't blab your head off with gossip or nonsense about some hot vampire dude who slayed some dead chick and other girly things... Not that I don't like that stuff.
But it just happened out of no where! I was minding my own business during my study hall block, having to go to my locker to retrieve my chemistry notebook, and then I heard those loud footsteps of authority behind me. It was that dratted group of jocks! Always mocking me or taunting me to fit them. I could never excel to their level of fitness, having the body that she would dream for. Something that she would be of her desire...
And I'm stuck, crowded in this darn locker! After their typical mocking of me, they shoved me into this locker, leaving my cramped body to deal with the harsh confinement of this darn rectangled-prism.
She was always disappointed when she found the messes I left. I only wanted to be a good boy. But there is a need that burns me. I find the best thing possible that smells like her, I need my Master, and often it is her clothes. Sometimes they smell like others in places and I don't like those. But the smaller clothes- I like those. They are often soft and they smell so much like her.
There is very little thinking involved as I rub against them, wrapping them around my throbbing penis and pressing. Needing more and more. For a moment the burning is gone and it is simply bliss. I smell her and me and everything is warm, a little sticky, and it is better. Then the peace leaves like mist in the morning and the burning, tho muffled like now, is there and I see the mess I have left. My Master, I know, does not like it and that shames me.
I sit and wait for her, wanting to see her but am so disgraced. She comes in with a book and isn't angry. I don't understand. She kneels in front of me and glances at the book one last time before gently petting my head and ears. She bites her lip and I can't help but stare. I don't understand at first when she pushes me back. I listen tho, legs spreading without thought.
I arch into her hand, needing so much more. It burns so much more now, everywhere she touches, and I like it. Her hand tentatively wraps around my throbbing cock. It is everything I wanted but I need more. My muscles spasm and I whine, needy and begging. Her touch is light and slow. I am arched, tight, panting and whining. But through the haze I smell her arousal. I beg louder, my hand wrapping around hers. Her thumb presses to the underside of my cock, wrapping firmly around it now, breathing heavily herself. This time, when I explode and the bliss comes it is heavy. My Master coos and praises me and gently pets me as I come back. Her arousal is still heavy, thick in the air and I slowly move to eagerly thank my Master.
He is only there he is sure because she enjoys making his life difficult. Her teasing is relentless and she takes such pleasure in seeing his face twist in repressed desires. She enjoys the way his hands will shake and he lets out breathy agreements to whatever she says.
She must enjoy it because there is no other reason for him to be bathing her when she has plenty of maidens to do so. But she called for him, beautiful lips twisted in a mischievous smile that he dreaded and loved.
So he gently bathes her supple body. She does not mention that it is only one hand. She knows the other hovers over his hard cock. He is unsure if it is for temptation, as if he'd break the rule and touch himself, or in some way to protect her, and him. He only has imagined what it would be like if he accidentally touched her with it, rubbed and pressed against her.
She is the prized and loved princess. He is nothing but a slave. Her whim is his command. But it is more than that. She has enchanted him, as she has so many. He does not fool himself to think it is returned. But he does not follow just because of her status, because of the threat of pain. He is silly in that way. He is sure she has caught the looks of adoration he gives her. How easily he follows, even eagerly to this sweet anguish she gives him. He will suffer for her.
As if reading his thoughts she sits up and he pulls his hand back. Her expression worries him even as his cock twitches. Then he feels a soft dainty hand with shaped nails crawling up his thigh and his breath stutters. His hand fists and clenches as he stares at her. She does not stop, trailing a finger up until she is almost there, face marveling a the muscles of his flexing thighs.
It is not fair, he thinks as he braces himself on the edge, how she toys with him. But he gladly will suffer it in hopes that she will not grow bored of him.
A routine check. Nothing was supposed to be abnormal. I drifted silently down into the depths of the blackness, letting it envelope me as I prepared my notes for the day. Something seemed off as I felt the slightest tug of me hair. A bubble of air escaping my lips as I turn to be confronted with those stone like eyes.
My body relaxes as I return my thoughts to work, only to feel his cool fingers brush against my cheek. My mind goes blank and before I know it his other hand is ripping at my suit. Our eyes locked, unchanging. His grip slowly becoming more forceful, my heart flutters before a wave of panic begins. Just before opening my mouth he clamps his hand over it, pulling me closer. Pulling me onto him. His eyes, saying something, something more.
A burning thirst in the midst of the cold.
I know we're going too far. No; 'too far' was long gone, but I can't help myself. Her fixated stare on my cock makes me feel so ashamed, but I can’t deny it! I can’t believe I got this hard! It's not the damn camera, but it's not like it's helping. Her tasty lips, nibbling away at each other as my dick rages on, throbbing violently with no shame. Ah, if I glance just a little to the right, I can see her voluptuous, juicy breasts. No! Don’t look! She’ll notice, won’t she? God, I’d give anything to rip that goddamned camera out of her fingers. How would she like it? I can see it now: ripping her clothes until only her soft, beautiful flesh is shown only to me. She’d stare at me with an embarrassed blush, only to be heightened when I plunge deeper and deeper into her sweet spot, all on film, of course. Keep your composure, man. Don’t forget: it’s your turn next.
Even thought her skin is so hot it burns me, even though I know my cold body can't feel as good to her as a warm man with a strong heart beating in his chest, I can't help but tell her that this is the best I've ever had.
Not because it's been decades since I had any, but because it's with her. Every one of her moves, each word, is calculated to drive me mad with want. The way her toes curl over my back, the way her fingertips sweep my hair away from my eyes; she does all of it for me and that is just the hottest thing I have ever known.
Her fever-hot skin melts the chains from my body for a while, giving me relief from my burden. For hours, even days after, my binding seems lighter and looser. Before we met, they seemed to tighten like a boa constricter, closing around my body more with each passing day.
But with her, everything is different, everything is better.
he waited for a long time to hear her go. He knew she didn't notice.yet. He had continued , enjoying himself , getting stiffer and stiffer. Of course it was bad for his arm , but his cock just wouldn't stop enjoying the feel.But then he wondered , "How will I get rid of the proof?" Before he could stop , it was too late. cum had gotten all over his stomach and chest. It was a pretty big load. The nurse had come in to check on him ,surprised at what she had seen. But , she had done something he had not expected. She licked it all up , savoring the cum that had dripped. she then put her hands back in place , and did the rest herself. She licked and licked , she stroked and stroked - until finally , he couldn't hold back.It had gotten on her face , and instead of letting her clean it up right away , they kissed
"How daring of you to speak. Stupid, but daring."
It had been a surprise to see a man of his ferocity sitting in the forest touching himself, so vulnerable and perfect for capture. He had struck fear in the hearts of all the women and nightmares in the children. Now here he was, chained like an animal.
"Release me!" he roared.
You clucked your tongue, "Bad men get no options."
His weeping cock jumped at the sound of your voice, betraying his conviction. Your lips curled into a feral smile before slowly stepping towards him. He glared at you hard enough to burn a hole. You did not stop your strides until you were face to face. Your hands reached out and curled roughly around his shaft then pumped from base to tip. He let out a strangled cry, nearly coming at the simple touch.
"Tell me, how does it feel to have fallen so far?"
Her skin, her smell, her taste, it's all mine. No one else can have her. I am the one who wakes her up in the morning and goes to sleep in her bed. I can smell her arousal from a mile away and only I can make her this wet. Can you see it dripping down my lips? She loves it when my tongue flicks on her clit, making her thighs quiver.
"A-Ah! C-Come on now. We h-have to g-get home."
I refuse to stop until every last one of you have understood that she is mine and mine only. My tongue slides in and out of her sex and I can taste her juices. Her lovely little hands are threaded in my hair but she tries to not tug me face up higher. I know her limit is approaching soon. It makes my cock heavy knowing I am the one bringing such pleasure to her. Before she can say it, her climax shakes through her body and sticky sweetness is pouring down my throat. I eagerly lap up every drop, making sure none are wasted.
"What has gotten into you lately?"
It's really hard not to stare at her with wet Slurpee making her clothes transparent. Not to mention her icy drink on her breasts are making her nipples peak. Wait, did she come in without a bra? Her arms are folded under her breasts and I wonder if she's doing that on purpose to push the already luscious mounds higher or for warmth. My mind is going straight for the gutter. Not to mention her sweatpants are curved against her hips in a way that makes her thighs look super supple and soft. The image of me between them isn't helping my raging hard on but I can't stop. I keep wanting to press her skin against mine. If I didn't get any sleep before , I'm defiantly not getting any tonight.
She keeps telling me it's okay with a blushing face and I just want to kiss her for being so cute. Plus, I was supposed to check that machine this morning anyway so it's my fault it broke. She stammers to ask me to turn around so she could take off her shirt and I swear to god my cock is going to explode from being so restrained. I do the gentlemanly thing and face the wall. I can hear the sticky sound of her peeling off her shirt, then the slop of her sweats, but nothing else. I didn't think I could get this hard; from a girl I just met no less!
"U-Um, you can t-turn back."
Wait, but I still had my clothes in my hands.. Oh fuck.
"C-Could you help me get clean?"
She gets up and I can feel my heart drop to my stomach. I was trying not to expect anything but with her gentle voice cooing in my ear I couldn't help it. Her dainty hands reach into her pocket and she pulls something out before squatting back down. It smells tasty.
"H-Here." she gives me the treat with an open palm and I look at her to ask if it's okay.
"Go on. I-It's okay. I won't hurt you."
I swallow the morsel in one bite. It IS tasty. There are still some crumbs on her dainty hands and I lick them off. I don't know why she's laughing but I like it. It sounds like the tinkling of bells. I nudge her for more.
"Sorry sweetie. That was my only one."
Her hand returns to scratching my ear and it feels so good my tail is wagging. She's staying. I can't believe it. My paws jump on her thighs as both her hands start to work.
The shop owner comes to her but she doesn't let up. She's got lovely eyes. They speak about papers and whatnot but I can't hear the rest because I'm afraid she's going to leave.
"Hey, would you like to come home with me?"
My head goes through a thousand scenarios a day because of you. You keep me going through hell and back. The thought of your eyes and lips remind me of better time. When I was just a trainee and we could see each other every day after practice. You'd greet me in your lovely voice and my name would pass through your lips so wonderfully, like salve on the wounds from the day. I can remember at night when we made love like animals in heat, because we knew my shipping date came closer and closer. God. The saccharine scent of your body makes my blood boil. I can feel your soft thighs clenched around my hips while you milked me dry. I can hear you cry my name over and over because I could not and would not stop until your throat was hoarse. Your slit was so slick and hot tightening around my cock as I watched your supple breasts bounce shamelessly. My hand moves faster and faster imagining your curves on top of me and I...