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her. Picking up the small tube of lube, he carefully coated the shaft, feeling Cynda watching him.
"Time for work," he said pleasantly. "You're not to use this until I get home tonight. I want to watch." Turning away, he walked into the greenhouse room, trying to gauge how high to place it on the glass wall facing the back yard. She'd use a cushion for her knees, he decided, rather than kneel on the unglazed terra-cotta tiles. He picked his spot and suppressed a smile when Cynda appeared in the door. He dragged his tongue slowly across the round suction cup base, squatting to stick the toy cock firmly to the glass. "You don't have my permission to come until I get home." He glanced at his watch, noting with his peripheral vision the pout on her lips and the way she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, making him want to take a nibble of both.
"Gotta run. Have a nice day. I'll be gone about five or six hours. Make a salon appointment for this evening. I left my number on the desk so you can call me. Help yourself to any of the dresses in the attic." He strode toward the door. She blocked his exit, looking at him pleadingly. Resolutely, he lifted her by her elbows and set her carefully back on her feet inside the greenhouse room. He went out the door without a backward look. His cock was rigid when he climbed into his truck and pulled down the drive. Chuckling, he threw her a friendly wave when he pulled past the wide glass panes. She didn't return the wave. Dan laughed, turning the wheel and cutting across his front yard, pulling to a stop on the far side of the big farmhouse.
* * * *
"Mother. Fucker." Cynda stared in amazement as Dan's truck disappeared from sight, the dust from the driveway obscuring his tailgate as he tore off, leaving her aching and needy. She angrily eyed the fake cock, hanging so tantalizingly from the glass. A ray of sunshine flirted with the toy, making the lube gleam, tempting her.
She pressed her thighs together and trailed her fingertips across her bare mound, wondering why he'd put the dildo in that spot. She glanced at the comfortable-looking rattan seat, noting he'd taken the cushion from the matching ottoman to throw down in front of the dildo. Maybe because the glass opened onto the back yard and had a good view of the garden? Did he like a floral backdrop whenever he watched a woman fuck herself? She despaired of ever figuring this guy out.
The shave had been its own form of torture. He'd bumped into her clit so often while his large hands manipulated the tiny razor, she was about to cry from her need to come. The dildo was large and as she stared at it, the thick veins almost seemed to pulse. That thing might not feel quite as good as the real deal, but it was a hell of a lot larger than the sterling fork. Her pussy ached from emptiness, tempting her to defy his arrogant order.
How will he know? She could wash the cock off and replace the lube. He'd left the tube right on the kitchen counter. Cynda grabbed a cushion from one of the chairs and tossed it defiantly in front of the glass. He didn't own her. She'd do as she pleased. Who the fuck did he think he was, ordering her not to come? That wasn't in their contract.
This place was at the end of a long road, and according to him, there were only two other houses on it. No one would see. She studied the toy, kneeling on the cushion. He'd been generous with the lube. Her channel clenched in anticipation as she turned and backed up. Moaning as she felt the broad head of the dildo penetrate her folds, Cynda pushed back hard and began slowly rocking back and forth on her knees. She'd never used anything like this, but as she pressed back to seat it inside her, she could barely tell it was fake once her hot flesh warmed the cool silicone.
She recalled the way his hands felt between her thighs as he'd shaved her, reliving every touch as she picked up speed. Their time on the mountain played a part in her fantasies and her nipples
"Time for work," he said pleasantly. "You're not to use this until I get home tonight. I want to watch." Turning away, he walked into the greenhouse room, trying to gauge how high to place it on the glass wall facing the back yard. She'd use a cushion for her knees, he decided, rather than kneel on the unglazed terra-cotta tiles. He picked his spot and suppressed a smile when Cynda appeared in the door. He dragged his tongue slowly across the round suction cup base, squatting to stick the toy cock firmly to the glass. "You don't have my permission to come until I get home." He glanced at his watch, noting with his peripheral vision the pout on her lips and the way she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, making him want to take a nibble of both.
"Gotta run. Have a nice day. I'll be gone about five or six hours. Make a salon appointment for this evening. I left my number on the desk so you can call me. Help yourself to any of the dresses in the attic." He strode toward the door. She blocked his exit, looking at him pleadingly. Resolutely, he lifted her by her elbows and set her carefully back on her feet inside the greenhouse room. He went out the door without a backward look. His cock was rigid when he climbed into his truck and pulled down the drive. Chuckling, he threw her a friendly wave when he pulled past the wide glass panes. She didn't return the wave. Dan laughed, turning the wheel and cutting across his front yard, pulling to a stop on the far side of the big farmhouse.
* * * *
"Mother. Fucker." Cynda stared in amazement as Dan's truck disappeared from sight, the dust from the driveway obscuring his tailgate as he tore off, leaving her aching and needy. She angrily eyed the fake cock, hanging so tantalizingly from the glass. A ray of sunshine flirted with the toy, making the lube gleam, tempting her.
She pressed her thighs together and trailed her fingertips across her bare mound, wondering why he'd put the dildo in that spot. She glanced at the comfortable-looking rattan seat, noting he'd taken the cushion from the matching ottoman to throw down in front of the dildo. Maybe because the glass opened onto the back yard and had a good view of the garden? Did he like a floral backdrop whenever he watched a woman fuck herself? She despaired of ever figuring this guy out.
The shave had been its own form of torture. He'd bumped into her clit so often while his large hands manipulated the tiny razor, she was about to cry from her need to come. The dildo was large and as she stared at it, the thick veins almost seemed to pulse. That thing might not feel quite as good as the real deal, but it was a hell of a lot larger than the sterling fork. Her pussy ached from emptiness, tempting her to defy his arrogant order.
How will he know? She could wash the cock off and replace the lube. He'd left the tube right on the kitchen counter. Cynda grabbed a cushion from one of the chairs and tossed it defiantly in front of the glass. He didn't own her. She'd do as she pleased. Who the fuck did he think he was, ordering her not to come? That wasn't in their contract.
This place was at the end of a long road, and according to him, there were only two other houses on it. No one would see. She studied the toy, kneeling on the cushion. He'd been generous with the lube. Her channel clenched in anticipation as she turned and backed up. Moaning as she felt the broad head of the dildo penetrate her folds, Cynda pushed back hard and began slowly rocking back and forth on her knees. She'd never used anything like this, but as she pressed back to seat it inside her, she could barely tell it was fake once her hot flesh warmed the cool silicone.
She recalled the way his hands felt between her thighs as he'd shaved her, reliving every touch as she picked up speed. Their time on the mountain played a part in her fantasies and her nipples
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