which type of nipple clamps you like.”
“I don’t masturbate,” she said as quickly as she could because she would really prefer to embarrass herself over testing out nipple clamps.
He frowned down at her, his hand over her belly. “Never?”
He seemed really intent on making her blush as often as possible. “I’ve tried a couple of times but it doesn’t work.”
“Vibrator?”
“Where would I find a vibrator? I was raised in a tiny town in Texas. Those old biddies came down hard on us for yawning in church. Do you honestly think they would let an adult store in?”
His hand was moving down her body, tickling her skin where it touched and making her wish she wasn’t wearing the small amount of clothing she was wearing because she really liked having his hands on her. Heat seemed to follow everywhere those fingers skimmed.
“There’s this new thing called the Internet. I might be an old man, but I think you youngsters are pretty good with it.”
She opened her mouth to refute that statement and then realized it had been a land mine.
Keith chuckled. “Very good. Not a direct question. You’re getting the hang of it. Why didn’t you use the Internet?”
“Because my mom watched me like a hawk. After Dad left, she was really hard on us about everything. And then she died and after Jill made sure I got through high school, she left and everyone was watching me. I worked in a local church, saving money for college. There aren’t a lot of choices where I was raised. If you want to get a job there, you better have a good reputation. There isn’t even a fast food place to work in.”
A single finger slid across her clitoris.
Holy hell.
“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. I was raised in the godless city so I masturbate a lot. Give me your hand. I want to teach you.”
It wouldn’t work, of course, but she’d already felt more from him than she had in all the tries before.
“The key is to relax.” His hand covered hers, fingers sliding over to guide her.
Her pussy was slick, wet with the arousal she’d gotten from the spanking.
“I love how you blush,” he said. “You shouldn’t though. This is natural. I think part of your problem is that your parents instilled a sense of guilt and shame where none should be. This is normal. Take a breath.”
She hadn’t realized she’d been holding it in. She forced herself to breathe. That was what she would focus on. Maybe she should just fake one. She’d heard Jillian screaming enough. Hell, sometimes she could hear her sister from the guesthouse.
The pad of her finger slid over and over her clitoris, with Keith forcing her to apply real pressure. She could feel how slick she was getting, how slippery her flesh became.
It was nice, but nothing to scream about.
She tried to relax. She let Keith move her hand, rubbing her clitoris until it was slick with arousal, but beyond feeling warm and pleasant, there wasn’t that mad crazy rush of passion and pleasure she’d read about.
Because it wasn’t real. Or maybe she just couldn’t do it.
He sighed and released her hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I can see this isn’t going to work on you.”
Tears threatened, but she blinked them back.
“Maybe a little shock and awe will help.”
She nearly came off the table when he leaned over and put his mouth over her clitoris, sucking her hard.
She couldn’t breathe, barely could move. No one had ever…She hadn’t even wanted anyone to do what Keith was doing to her. His tongue was all over her private parts. He growled a little, the sensation rumbling across her skin.
“Don’t move.” His hands were on her hips, holding her down. “If you move again, I’ll spank you. Give me this. Five minutes tops.”
His tongue lapped at her, sending crazy sensations through her body.
She tried not to move. At first it was a case of forcing herself not to shove him off. It was too intimate, too much. It couldn’t possibly taste good. Trevor had
“I don’t masturbate,” she said as quickly as she could because she would really prefer to embarrass herself over testing out nipple clamps.
He frowned down at her, his hand over her belly. “Never?”
He seemed really intent on making her blush as often as possible. “I’ve tried a couple of times but it doesn’t work.”
“Vibrator?”
“Where would I find a vibrator? I was raised in a tiny town in Texas. Those old biddies came down hard on us for yawning in church. Do you honestly think they would let an adult store in?”
His hand was moving down her body, tickling her skin where it touched and making her wish she wasn’t wearing the small amount of clothing she was wearing because she really liked having his hands on her. Heat seemed to follow everywhere those fingers skimmed.
“There’s this new thing called the Internet. I might be an old man, but I think you youngsters are pretty good with it.”
She opened her mouth to refute that statement and then realized it had been a land mine.
Keith chuckled. “Very good. Not a direct question. You’re getting the hang of it. Why didn’t you use the Internet?”
“Because my mom watched me like a hawk. After Dad left, she was really hard on us about everything. And then she died and after Jill made sure I got through high school, she left and everyone was watching me. I worked in a local church, saving money for college. There aren’t a lot of choices where I was raised. If you want to get a job there, you better have a good reputation. There isn’t even a fast food place to work in.”
A single finger slid across her clitoris.
Holy hell.
“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. I was raised in the godless city so I masturbate a lot. Give me your hand. I want to teach you.”
It wouldn’t work, of course, but she’d already felt more from him than she had in all the tries before.
“The key is to relax.” His hand covered hers, fingers sliding over to guide her.
Her pussy was slick, wet with the arousal she’d gotten from the spanking.
“I love how you blush,” he said. “You shouldn’t though. This is natural. I think part of your problem is that your parents instilled a sense of guilt and shame where none should be. This is normal. Take a breath.”
She hadn’t realized she’d been holding it in. She forced herself to breathe. That was what she would focus on. Maybe she should just fake one. She’d heard Jillian screaming enough. Hell, sometimes she could hear her sister from the guesthouse.
The pad of her finger slid over and over her clitoris, with Keith forcing her to apply real pressure. She could feel how slick she was getting, how slippery her flesh became.
It was nice, but nothing to scream about.
She tried to relax. She let Keith move her hand, rubbing her clitoris until it was slick with arousal, but beyond feeling warm and pleasant, there wasn’t that mad crazy rush of passion and pleasure she’d read about.
Because it wasn’t real. Or maybe she just couldn’t do it.
He sighed and released her hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I can see this isn’t going to work on you.”
Tears threatened, but she blinked them back.
“Maybe a little shock and awe will help.”
She nearly came off the table when he leaned over and put his mouth over her clitoris, sucking her hard.
She couldn’t breathe, barely could move. No one had ever…She hadn’t even wanted anyone to do what Keith was doing to her. His tongue was all over her private parts. He growled a little, the sensation rumbling across her skin.
“Don’t move.” His hands were on her hips, holding her down. “If you move again, I’ll spank you. Give me this. Five minutes tops.”
His tongue lapped at her, sending crazy sensations through her body.
She tried not to move. At first it was a case of forcing herself not to shove him off. It was too intimate, too much. It couldn’t possibly taste good. Trevor had
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