trusty
backpack. Mint flavored. She liked mint. And vaulted onto the
stone table, straddling her. Okay, she was blindfolded, couldn’t see he
was naked and hard and inches from her but she’d soon work that out. If she hadn’t already. “You need to do a penance,” he told
her as he cradled her head in his hands, lifting her as he brushed her lips
with the tip of his cock.
“That’s
hardly penance,” she said. Or tried to say. Once she opened
her lips, he pressed inside. Not deep. Yet. He liked
the way she went about sucking him. A slow, soft start that
built to rampant enthusiasm. She didn’t disappoint. She circled him with
her lips as she softy stroked the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. And pulled back.
“Mint?”
she asked.
“A change
is good for you.”
“But I
like the way you taste.”
“Next
time,” he promised. “Now,” he changed his tone entirely, “do what you’re told!”
She did.
Dearest
Ellen. Her tongue stroked him, teasing with little touches as her lips moved
down his cock, slowly, millimeter by millimeter it seemed. Deliberately
dragging this out as she—and he, come to that!—savored every second. Her tongue
fluttered up and down one side of his cock then the other. She eased up to
tease the rim with her lips then, in a swift move, swallowed him to the root.
She was
incredible. He shut his eyes a minute and let sensation wash over him. Her
lips, his position over her and his awareness of his own vulnerability and her
enthusiasm were a heady mix. Need and desire and the sheer wonder of Ellen sent
his mind into overdrive. He’d planned on withdrawing but, damn, he needed her
and she loved this. She’d once confided in him that she saw it as the ultimate
female power to hold his cock between her teeth. Why not let her enjoy the
power?
One hand
cupping her head and the other steadying her shoulders, he pressed in deeper,
taking charge, directing her mouth. She responded as always, moving with him,
taking him a little deeper each time. John began to regret the blindfold,
meeting her eyes as he fucked her mouth was utter joy, but he wasn’t stopping
now.
With a
sweet and forceful rhythm, he fucked her mouth. It was her tongue teasing his
frenulum that set him off, and he came, shutting his eyes as his climax took
him. As it eased, he gently pulled out of her and rested her head back on the
folded shirt.
Smiling,
he leaned over and kissed her glorious mouth.
She was
limp and relaxed. Had she come? He’d never been that unobservant before.
“Ellen?” he asked.
Chapter Five
She heard
John call her name as if from a distance. She was so deep into the utter bliss
of John’s cock. “ Mmm ?”
“Did you
come?”
Had she?
“No. I just feel wonderful.”
“That makes
two of us.”
“I wish I
wasn’t blindfolded. I like to see your cock.”
“You felt
me, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes!”
“Like being tied, helpless?”
“What do
you think?” Would she really lie here if she didn’t?
“I want
you to tell me.”
“Yes,
John. To be tied down, helpless, and have you in my mouth is utter joy.”
“Good,
because now I have you naked and ready,” his voice hardened, “we have a little
discussion with a flogger that is overdue. You disregarded my order to keep
still, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Prepare yourself.
You must lie there and accept what I mete out to you. Do you?”
Deep
breath needed. She hoped it wasn’t the damn cane. But he’d said flogger, hadn’t
he? “Yes.”
“What’s
your safe word?”
“Ellen
Forsythe.”
“Want to
use it?”
Was he
kidding? “No.” She didn’t. She wanted, yearned for whatever he had planned. Ached for the wild release that awaited her.
“Here we
go then.”
Nothing
happened for a good two minutes, or was it even longer? She felt the sun on her skin, a soft breeze rewarmed the oil between her
breasts—but not down in her pussy, thank goodness—as she listened to the gulls
wheeling
backpack. Mint flavored. She liked mint. And vaulted onto the
stone table, straddling her. Okay, she was blindfolded, couldn’t see he
was naked and hard and inches from her but she’d soon work that out. If she hadn’t already. “You need to do a penance,” he told
her as he cradled her head in his hands, lifting her as he brushed her lips
with the tip of his cock.
“That’s
hardly penance,” she said. Or tried to say. Once she opened
her lips, he pressed inside. Not deep. Yet. He liked
the way she went about sucking him. A slow, soft start that
built to rampant enthusiasm. She didn’t disappoint. She circled him with
her lips as she softy stroked the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. And pulled back.
“Mint?”
she asked.
“A change
is good for you.”
“But I
like the way you taste.”
“Next
time,” he promised. “Now,” he changed his tone entirely, “do what you’re told!”
She did.
Dearest
Ellen. Her tongue stroked him, teasing with little touches as her lips moved
down his cock, slowly, millimeter by millimeter it seemed. Deliberately
dragging this out as she—and he, come to that!—savored every second. Her tongue
fluttered up and down one side of his cock then the other. She eased up to
tease the rim with her lips then, in a swift move, swallowed him to the root.
She was
incredible. He shut his eyes a minute and let sensation wash over him. Her
lips, his position over her and his awareness of his own vulnerability and her
enthusiasm were a heady mix. Need and desire and the sheer wonder of Ellen sent
his mind into overdrive. He’d planned on withdrawing but, damn, he needed her
and she loved this. She’d once confided in him that she saw it as the ultimate
female power to hold his cock between her teeth. Why not let her enjoy the
power?
One hand
cupping her head and the other steadying her shoulders, he pressed in deeper,
taking charge, directing her mouth. She responded as always, moving with him,
taking him a little deeper each time. John began to regret the blindfold,
meeting her eyes as he fucked her mouth was utter joy, but he wasn’t stopping
now.
With a
sweet and forceful rhythm, he fucked her mouth. It was her tongue teasing his
frenulum that set him off, and he came, shutting his eyes as his climax took
him. As it eased, he gently pulled out of her and rested her head back on the
folded shirt.
Smiling,
he leaned over and kissed her glorious mouth.
She was
limp and relaxed. Had she come? He’d never been that unobservant before.
“Ellen?” he asked.
Chapter Five
She heard
John call her name as if from a distance. She was so deep into the utter bliss
of John’s cock. “ Mmm ?”
“Did you
come?”
Had she?
“No. I just feel wonderful.”
“That makes
two of us.”
“I wish I
wasn’t blindfolded. I like to see your cock.”
“You felt
me, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes!”
“Like being tied, helpless?”
“What do
you think?” Would she really lie here if she didn’t?
“I want
you to tell me.”
“Yes,
John. To be tied down, helpless, and have you in my mouth is utter joy.”
“Good,
because now I have you naked and ready,” his voice hardened, “we have a little
discussion with a flogger that is overdue. You disregarded my order to keep
still, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Prepare yourself.
You must lie there and accept what I mete out to you. Do you?”
Deep
breath needed. She hoped it wasn’t the damn cane. But he’d said flogger, hadn’t
he? “Yes.”
“What’s
your safe word?”
“Ellen
Forsythe.”
“Want to
use it?”
Was he
kidding? “No.” She didn’t. She wanted, yearned for whatever he had planned. Ached for the wild release that awaited her.
“Here we
go then.”
Nothing
happened for a good two minutes, or was it even longer? She felt the sun on her skin, a soft breeze rewarmed the oil between her
breasts—but not down in her pussy, thank goodness—as she listened to the gulls
wheeling
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