with you right now."
This final tribute was all too much. Too much sensation,
too much emotion, too much pleasure, too much pain. Kelly didn't want to
disobey him, but she was helpless now. A pang of regret at the thought of
displeasing John caused her oncoming orgasm to momentarily stutter. She
couldn't bear it. Disappointing John would create an entirely different kind of
pain. But really, she was going to climax!
"Do you want to come for me, Kelly?" he asked
quietly, idly fondling a breast and tugging hard, then gently, then hard once
more upon on one nipple.
"Oh yes! Please, John, please!" she gasped
breathlessly, scarcely able to prevent her resounding climax. "For you.
Only for you." Kelly had no idea why she said that, it just bubbled right
out of her mouth.
"Very well. Come then. Right now," he said in a
firm voice, driving his fingers deep against her G spot, impaling her with
short, fast strokes that simulated the pistoning thrusts of man in climax. His
lips came down right on her clit at the same time. With waves of suction John
drew it inside his hot mouth, tugging it all the way in, nursing it with hard
suctioning pulls. John's rhythmic bursts pounded upon her sensitive, swollen
clit, like the thrusts of a lover hammering into her flesh.
Flicking with his tongue and sucking, John bit the outer
edges of the skin of her clit hard . The combination of all this
sensation created a simultaneous clitoral and vaginal orgasm like Kelly had
never experienced before.
"Ahh!" Kelly screamed and wailed. Somewhere in
the back of her mind she knew she was probably shrieking like an emergency
services siren, but she simply couldn't stop herself.
Her entire body stiffened and she convulsed on John's
fingers, squeezing them hard – with the force of a clamp. Then she bucked,
screaming, thrusting and thrashing like a wild animal. Every synapse in her
brain seemed to burst with all this stimulation. It was too much! A rolling
wave of sensual bliss enveloped her. All the ecstasy to be had in the entire
world filled her body from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes.
In the darkness Kelly saw colorful flashes behind her
eyes. Yep, emergency services, ambulance lights, she thought in a moment
of hilarious glee and all the while her hips rocked and her body pulsed with
orgasms. One after another, each climax came in wave after wave, like being on
a calm lake beach after a huge boat had passed by. Then slowing, slowing until
all the waves stopped and there was only still water and peacefulness once
more.
In her jubilant mindless stupor Kelly felt John hold her
close, controlling her movements, and continuing to finger her throughout her
orgasms, bringing her down slowly through her aftershocks. Kelly felt her limbs
shake with exhaustion. When he pulled her into his embrace, stroking her
soothingly, she gratefully curled up against him, nuzzling her face into his
neck.
And in all that time, the fact that she was trapped in a
small dark elevator had not once crossed Kelly's mind.
5. John Taylor
John couldn't really believe it. Kelly Flynn was in his
arms. So soft, so vulnerable and so beautiful. Jesus. Right now she belonged to
him.
John had intentionally caught up to her in the elevator,
having considered that he might actually ask her out. It was an insane scheme,
but he couldn’t think of anything else. John had never gone out with a woman in
his life, and had no idea what he would do with one if he did. Try to make
small talk at a restaurant like they did on TV? But about what? Was there
anything he could have in common with the purity and innocence that was hers?
Yet strangely compelled, he had been willing to try it.
In the entire time Kelly had been coming to the Basement
never once had John been so physically close to her. Hyperaware of her, John
knew the minute she arrived and the moment she left, but he had easily managed
to camouflage his own interest. Yet John had also been conscious of her eyes
upon
This final tribute was all too much. Too much sensation,
too much emotion, too much pleasure, too much pain. Kelly didn't want to
disobey him, but she was helpless now. A pang of regret at the thought of
displeasing John caused her oncoming orgasm to momentarily stutter. She
couldn't bear it. Disappointing John would create an entirely different kind of
pain. But really, she was going to climax!
"Do you want to come for me, Kelly?" he asked
quietly, idly fondling a breast and tugging hard, then gently, then hard once
more upon on one nipple.
"Oh yes! Please, John, please!" she gasped
breathlessly, scarcely able to prevent her resounding climax. "For you.
Only for you." Kelly had no idea why she said that, it just bubbled right
out of her mouth.
"Very well. Come then. Right now," he said in a
firm voice, driving his fingers deep against her G spot, impaling her with
short, fast strokes that simulated the pistoning thrusts of man in climax. His
lips came down right on her clit at the same time. With waves of suction John
drew it inside his hot mouth, tugging it all the way in, nursing it with hard
suctioning pulls. John's rhythmic bursts pounded upon her sensitive, swollen
clit, like the thrusts of a lover hammering into her flesh.
Flicking with his tongue and sucking, John bit the outer
edges of the skin of her clit hard . The combination of all this
sensation created a simultaneous clitoral and vaginal orgasm like Kelly had
never experienced before.
"Ahh!" Kelly screamed and wailed. Somewhere in
the back of her mind she knew she was probably shrieking like an emergency
services siren, but she simply couldn't stop herself.
Her entire body stiffened and she convulsed on John's
fingers, squeezing them hard – with the force of a clamp. Then she bucked,
screaming, thrusting and thrashing like a wild animal. Every synapse in her
brain seemed to burst with all this stimulation. It was too much! A rolling
wave of sensual bliss enveloped her. All the ecstasy to be had in the entire
world filled her body from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes.
In the darkness Kelly saw colorful flashes behind her
eyes. Yep, emergency services, ambulance lights, she thought in a moment
of hilarious glee and all the while her hips rocked and her body pulsed with
orgasms. One after another, each climax came in wave after wave, like being on
a calm lake beach after a huge boat had passed by. Then slowing, slowing until
all the waves stopped and there was only still water and peacefulness once
more.
In her jubilant mindless stupor Kelly felt John hold her
close, controlling her movements, and continuing to finger her throughout her
orgasms, bringing her down slowly through her aftershocks. Kelly felt her limbs
shake with exhaustion. When he pulled her into his embrace, stroking her
soothingly, she gratefully curled up against him, nuzzling her face into his
neck.
And in all that time, the fact that she was trapped in a
small dark elevator had not once crossed Kelly's mind.
5. John Taylor
John couldn't really believe it. Kelly Flynn was in his
arms. So soft, so vulnerable and so beautiful. Jesus. Right now she belonged to
him.
John had intentionally caught up to her in the elevator,
having considered that he might actually ask her out. It was an insane scheme,
but he couldn’t think of anything else. John had never gone out with a woman in
his life, and had no idea what he would do with one if he did. Try to make
small talk at a restaurant like they did on TV? But about what? Was there
anything he could have in common with the purity and innocence that was hers?
Yet strangely compelled, he had been willing to try it.
In the entire time Kelly had been coming to the Basement
never once had John been so physically close to her. Hyperaware of her, John
knew the minute she arrived and the moment she left, but he had easily managed
to camouflage his own interest. Yet John had also been conscious of her eyes
upon
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