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Authors: Jacqueline George
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perhaps he’ll save himself the pain next time by giving me a proper price straight away. That’s enough business. Today is for your friend. What is her name?”
They had moved into the soulless hotel room. They were high up and Singapore lay spread out beneath them. The window faced the sea and, beyond the machines busily reclaiming the seafront, a flock of ships sat moored in the roads, waiting for charters. Sherry stood looking out, reluctant to start on her flute lesson.
“Her name is Jane, and she’s from England. She’s very shy. Come on, Jane, it’s time for your lesson.”
The man had settled himself in the single armchair, slumped well down. He watched her closely, the beginnings of a smile on his lips. Sherry let Ranji draw her towards him, and knelt beside his legs. Ranji moved behind him and sat on the bed.
“That’s it,” said Ranji. “Now take his shorts off.”
Sherry leaned over him and started to ease the running shorts down over his hips, catching his underpants with her fingertips and taking them as well. The man lifted his hips to help her. She liked this part. It always excited her to pull a stranger’s clothes off and discover what he had hidden inside them. She had played with a variety of cocks since she started her flute-playing lessons and they had all intrigued her. This one lay softly on his lap. Its shaft slim and brown, it curved as it lay over his thigh. Circumcised, and the light mauve head was wide, like the head of a mushroom. Sherry thought it looked sweet. As she watched it stretched itself, sliding up his thigh and swinging round to lie on his belly. The three of them watched as it grew until it lay hot and taut, almost reaching the man’s navel. At its hairy root, the small pouch bunched tight against the long shaft. Sherry reached out to stroke it.
The man closed his eyes as her fingertips brushed his sack. He sighed quietly. Sherry felt a rush of happiness inside her. It felt good to give such pleasure. Still stroking his balls, she spread his knees and moved between them. His sex was now in front of her, lying open to plunder. She leant forward to kiss his balls. They felt dry and furry, and he smelt clean. He shuddered at the touch of her lips. With her hands on the insides of his thighs, she spread him open further and bent lower to cover his roots with soft kisses. He trembled as she nipped him with her lips.
Deliberately tantalizing him, she let her kisses stray further and further up his shaft. The man writhed as he felt first her breath and then her lips get closer and closer to his mushroom. Finally releasing his tension, she pressed a kiss on the cleft beneath the head. “Aah!” he sighed, and Ranji murmured approval.
Sherry lifted his stem from his stomach between the fingertips of both hands. Standing up and pointing at the ceiling, it looked bigger and stronger. She brought it to her lips and paused. She breathed on it, blowing gentle air around the swollen plum. He sighed deeply and lifted his hips to her. Sherry decided to make him suffer and lowered her head so his crown was at eye level. Blinking rapidly, she caressed it with her eyelashes. She brushed the tight skin under the rim of his head and he moaned continuously. His sex grew big and swollen in her hand.
“Suck him,” whispered Ranji.
Sherry felt annoyed at her interference. Not wishing to hurry, she changed to rubbing his head with her face, from side to side, across her brow, her cheeks and finally across her lips. She looked at his face. Expressionless and his black eyes were far away. Not taking her eyes from his, she pressed the tip of his cock to her pursed lips. With slow deliberation she sucked him into her mouth and held him.
“Oh yes!” he muttered.
It thrilled her to hold him there. His swollen, leathery glans filled her mouth. She tasted—what? He was slightly tangy, spicy, exciting. Her heart expanded inside her. Cupping his balls with one hand, she started to stroke up
They had moved into the soulless hotel room. They were high up and Singapore lay spread out beneath them. The window faced the sea and, beyond the machines busily reclaiming the seafront, a flock of ships sat moored in the roads, waiting for charters. Sherry stood looking out, reluctant to start on her flute lesson.
“Her name is Jane, and she’s from England. She’s very shy. Come on, Jane, it’s time for your lesson.”
The man had settled himself in the single armchair, slumped well down. He watched her closely, the beginnings of a smile on his lips. Sherry let Ranji draw her towards him, and knelt beside his legs. Ranji moved behind him and sat on the bed.
“That’s it,” said Ranji. “Now take his shorts off.”
Sherry leaned over him and started to ease the running shorts down over his hips, catching his underpants with her fingertips and taking them as well. The man lifted his hips to help her. She liked this part. It always excited her to pull a stranger’s clothes off and discover what he had hidden inside them. She had played with a variety of cocks since she started her flute-playing lessons and they had all intrigued her. This one lay softly on his lap. Its shaft slim and brown, it curved as it lay over his thigh. Circumcised, and the light mauve head was wide, like the head of a mushroom. Sherry thought it looked sweet. As she watched it stretched itself, sliding up his thigh and swinging round to lie on his belly. The three of them watched as it grew until it lay hot and taut, almost reaching the man’s navel. At its hairy root, the small pouch bunched tight against the long shaft. Sherry reached out to stroke it.
The man closed his eyes as her fingertips brushed his sack. He sighed quietly. Sherry felt a rush of happiness inside her. It felt good to give such pleasure. Still stroking his balls, she spread his knees and moved between them. His sex was now in front of her, lying open to plunder. She leant forward to kiss his balls. They felt dry and furry, and he smelt clean. He shuddered at the touch of her lips. With her hands on the insides of his thighs, she spread him open further and bent lower to cover his roots with soft kisses. He trembled as she nipped him with her lips.
Deliberately tantalizing him, she let her kisses stray further and further up his shaft. The man writhed as he felt first her breath and then her lips get closer and closer to his mushroom. Finally releasing his tension, she pressed a kiss on the cleft beneath the head. “Aah!” he sighed, and Ranji murmured approval.
Sherry lifted his stem from his stomach between the fingertips of both hands. Standing up and pointing at the ceiling, it looked bigger and stronger. She brought it to her lips and paused. She breathed on it, blowing gentle air around the swollen plum. He sighed deeply and lifted his hips to her. Sherry decided to make him suffer and lowered her head so his crown was at eye level. Blinking rapidly, she caressed it with her eyelashes. She brushed the tight skin under the rim of his head and he moaned continuously. His sex grew big and swollen in her hand.
“Suck him,” whispered Ranji.
Sherry felt annoyed at her interference. Not wishing to hurry, she changed to rubbing his head with her face, from side to side, across her brow, her cheeks and finally across her lips. She looked at his face. Expressionless and his black eyes were far away. Not taking her eyes from his, she pressed the tip of his cock to her pursed lips. With slow deliberation she sucked him into her mouth and held him.
“Oh yes!” he muttered.
It thrilled her to hold him there. His swollen, leathery glans filled her mouth. She tasted—what? He was slightly tangy, spicy, exciting. Her heart expanded inside her. Cupping his balls with one hand, she started to stroke up
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