Chapter 5
Dinner was the kind of sumptuous meal Sharon had occasionally enjoyed in a gourmet restaurant. She and Lamont were the only two eating, and the downstairs maid did all the serving. She probably also did the cooking, and she was quite good at it.
It was nearly quarter-to-eight when they finished, and Lamont suggested they relax in his den for the next three quarters of an hour, letting the food settle in their stomachs.
Sharon had taken a shower earlier, when the housekeeper had left her, and she had heard Lamont take one an hour later, unaware he was home until he had quietly shut her door leading to the bathroom. She still had on the pink knit, though she had donned fresh undies. Knowing what lay ahead, she didn't bother putting on any stockings.
At eight-thirty, they went upstairs, and Sharon slipped into a pink shorty nightgown. Without waiting to be asked, she walked through the connecting bathroom to Lamont's room. He was standing near the window wearing pajama bottoms and nothing else.
"Well, here I am," she shrugged.
"Uh, huh!" he nodded.
"Well, do I just lie down and spread my legs, or what?" she asked.
"I suggested our living together for a reason," he told her. "You see, I want us to get to know each other and understand one another. There'll be times when all I'll want to do is talk with you."
"But this isn't one of those times," Sharon said, not knowing why she should feel apprehensive.
"No, this isn't one of those times," he agreed, motioning for her to sit on a small divan at the far end of the bedroom.
She did so, tucking her legs under her. Her nightie was so short, he was able to see her panty-covered crotch. It was obvious from the way his eyes were staring that he enjoyed the sight of her unfettered breasts bobbing with her breathing, making her nightie move up and down.
"It's obvious," he said to her, "from our previous encounter, that it was your first sexual experience."
"I won't deny it," she admitted. "I'm no sophisticate who wants to appear she knows more than she does."
"Good!" he nodded. Remember our agreement?"
"Of course," she told him.
"Anything, anything at all, right?"
"Y-yes," she nodded apprehensively.
"As a doctor, you're familiar with just about everything that can be done sexually, even if you've never participated yourself," he continued, talking almost to himself.
"That's true," she told him, wondering just what perversion he might have in mind.
"Are you familiar with cunnilingus?" he asked.
"I know what it's all about, though I've never let any man do it to me," she replied.
"Or any woman?"
"Lamont!" she gasped.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to shock you," he told her. "It's just that some women indulge in oral genital sex to preserve their virginity for their husbands."
"I haven't indulged in anything like that," she insisted.
"Well tonight, you will," he told her.
"You mean you want to ... I mean ... perform cunnilingus ..."
"Another time," he told her. "I merely used cunnilingus as an example. There's one other kind of oral genital sex, called fellatio. I'm certain you're aware of that."
"I've read about it briefly," she nodded, scrunching up into the corner of the couch. "That's where a man puts his penis into ..."
"A woman's mouth," he finished. "Yes, that's precisely what I want to do, tonight."
"Lamont, please ... I need to get accustomed to you ... I mean ..."
Sharon shuddered, feeling a tremor crawl through her as she realized this was the first of his acid tests to see how well they would get on together, physically. The second test, actually. She had obviously passed the first test with flying colors.
Still, her ability to think clearly at this particular time was somewhat distorted, knowing what he intended. She was beside herself with fright, knowing the handsome man was very serious as he all but glassily stared at her, rubbing the thick length of fleshy hose pipe that was running along the length of his right thigh. It wasn't quite hard yet which was why it still hung down. Staring at him, she felt herself in a totally helpless position. She had expected him to bury his stiff penis in her vagina. In point of fact, at night, she had been alone in her bed, she had dreamed of feeling that thick masculine sausage stuffed all the way up inside her.
But if she refused, he might decide to terminate their agreement on the spot. There had to be some way to placate him without having to suck his ... uuughghhh ...
"Please, Lamont, I do want to make you happy, you know that," she insisted. "But all this is so new to me. I need time to adjust to these different ideas."
"If I had given you time to adjust last Monday," he told her, "you would still be a virgin, and you wouldn't be here now."
"There has to be some happy medium, some meeting ground where we can both discuss ..."
"Discussion ended," he snapped. "There are two keys in this room. One is in the door and unlocks it. You can do so, and walk out of here, or you can use the other key."
"What other key?" she asked, already know the answer.
"This," he said, pulling his cock out through the hole in his pajama bottoms. "This is the other key that will bring you one step closer to some kind of ultimate decision between the two of us."
Lord! It looked no less formidable now than it had when he was at her apartment. It was stiffening and its head raised to point itself at her. It looked like a large, flesh-colored blackjack. The blood-filled, rich purple head continued swelling and lifting itself higher with each flexing beat. It's one sightless eye was seeping drops of oily lubrication, one at a time. Some of the drops fell in sticky strings to the carpet. Once, when he shook the stem of his shaft, some droplets flew off in different directions.
Smiling, the man undid his pajama pants. He let them fall to his feet, and he kicked them aside.
"Oh, Lamont, not like this," Sharon begged him. "Please ..."
"Anything I want, anything at all," he reminded her.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Then come over here and get down on your knees," he insisted. "Do it right, and it won't take too long. Besides, I've been led to believe by other women that if it's done right, they get as much of a charge from it as a man. So let's get to it right away, Sharon."
She stood there, staring, terrified. The mere thought of putting something like that in her mouth made her nauseated. She found her entire body stiffening with revulsion.
"Come on, Sharon," Lamont said, almost maliciously. "I feel an itch in the head of my cock. There's only one way to put out the fire, so to speak, and that's with a watery tongue, your tongue. You know how to use that tongue when shooting your mouth off. Now let's see you put that tongue to proper use."
"P-please ..." she begged again, still cringing.
Sharon found it impossible to believe any woman in her right mind would ever willingly do something like that, unless maybe, she was a prostitute and paid to do it. Certainly one look at that mammoth cock attached to Lamont would discourage even the most adept fellatrice. It looked like something that belonged on a prehistoric elephant. She was still unable to figure out how the man walked without being weighed down when it was in an erect position.
"You're behaving childishly." Lamont insisted. "This is no worse than intercourse, and the simple fact is, once you do it, you'll never get your fill of it, if you'll pardon the pun. Now what I have here is something nice and stiff. Once it's up, I don't want it to go down until all the juice comes out of it. Since you already gave me a vaginal massage the other day, now I want an oral one. You're a very pretty girl, Sharon, and you'll look even prettier with a cock in your mouth - my cock, to be specific. Now let's stop playing games. Come over here and start sucking."
"I can't ... I can't ... oh God ... I can't ..." she gasped.
"Now what kind of an attitude is that, Sharon? Are you going to cringe there all night and tell me nice women don't do things like that?" he wanted to know.
"Well, maybe with their husbands ..."
"Aha! The old marriage bit again, Sharon?" he laughed. "I told you, if and when I decide I might be willing to marry you, I'll let you know. Until then, you live here on a day-to-day basis as my mistress. And mistresses suck cocks."
"I won't do it willingly," she sullenly insisted.
"Willing or unwilling, you'll do it," he insisted. "The only way to enhance our relationship is for you to get down on your knees and suck a few pints of milk from my prostate by way of my cock. After you've done that, if my cock shrinks, you'll be able to return to your room and know that another hurdle between us has been overcome. Besides, if you go down on me, next time, before I fuck you, I'll go down on you. That's only fair."
"I can't," she insisted.
With a broad smile on his face, the tall, dark-haired, good-looking man marched up to her, reached out, and grabbed her shoulder. He pressed on it with his thumb, making her wince with pain.
"If I didn't give a damn about you, Sharon, I would say forget the whole thing and I'd move you out lock, stock, and trunk, tomorrow. But I must obviously have some strong feelings for you, honey. That's why I'm going to do you this favor and force you to suck my cock."
Slowly, against her will, Sharon found herself coming off the couch and sinking to her knees. The sight of his wavering cock before her eyes was already beginning to affect her senses. Once again it was a writhing snake, squirming to the movement of a flutist, only this time the flute would be her own lips.
She felt as if she were in some sort of trance moving with the wavering penis in an up-and-down rhythm. Some small part of her mind clung to sanity, and she refused to do as Lamont wished. The idea of being gagged by such a monstrosity nauseated her. She remembered his defloration of her and the pain the thickness of the cock had caused when it had stretched her vaginal walls. Surely it would cause just as much pain stretching her cheeks. Even more sickening was the thought that Lamont might be right; that she might actually come to like it after a while. The mere thought of the monster trying to cram its way down her throat had her gagging. But even worse, the sight of the penis, while making her mind flinch, was causing her vagina to get wet. She hadn't had an orgasm since that night with Lamont, and her body was craving one, now.
"Come one, damn you!" Lamont snapped, getting impatient. "I don't have all damn night. Get that mouth of yours working on my cock, and do it now!"
Lamont was enjoying himself. Before he was through with the pure Sharon Seeley, he would have taught her every sexual perversion there was. As far as he was concerned, this was mild compared to some other ideas he had in mind. Still, the idea of her sucking his cock was not merely to teach her a lesson. He wanted to find out if her mouth felt as good around his cock as her cunt.
"Maybe I'd better just leave right now," Sharon gasped, trying to take his hand from her shoulder so she'd be able to stand.
Lamont had been expecting this kind of reaction. He knew it wasn't some personal dislike she felt for him that was making her act this way. On the contrary, she had been a sheltered girl all her life, growing up too quickly, breezing through school so rapidly, she never had time to grow up sexually, emotionally, or femininely. Her entire life had been devoted to medicine. She looked at everything clinically. He had therefore come to regard his taking of her virginity as a major triumph, and he intended triumphing again, tonight, and again and again, and yet again.
Taking his hand from her shoulder, he used both hands to grab her ears, twisting them.
"Owwww!" she screamed, grabbing his hands, but also opening her mouth wide at the same time.
That was the moment he had been waiting for, and he pushed, letting her lips form a hood around the head of his penis. Then he thrust into her - hard. His thick phallus rammed into the tiny, narrow cave of her tender mouth, jamming itself against her gullet. He'd had to thrust forward three times before getting in that far. The first thrust had carried him past her front teeth, and he'd had to twist her ears a little harder to make sure she didn't bite down. On his second thrust, he got halfway into her mouth, stopped by the back of her tongue pressing against her palate. It was the third thrust that had the penis buried to its three-quarter mark in her mouth.
Sharon tried screaming again each time he twisted her ears. Each time she tried pulling her head away, it only hurt more. She tried turning her head from side to side, but suddenly realized the thick, long pike jammed between her lips was preventing her from doing that. Her suddenly filled mouth was only capable of making choking, gagging noises. Perspiration broke out all over her as she feared the possibility of his penile head strangling her.
Though her entire mouth was now clogged with his penis, the terrified female doctor was only too well aware that the lower part of the massive fleshy juggernaut was still visible. From the way he was urging her forward, it was obvious he wouldn't be content until she had engulfed it all. To do that meant suffocation. For the moment she was totally stunned, and after that, she knew there was no way to avoid this. Had his penis been slightly thinner perhaps she would have been able to take it into her gullet and still breathe. But something this thick would plug every last little bit of open space in her throat. She snorted, thanking heaven that her sinuses were wide open. In fact, one curious side effect of any kind of sexual encounter had been for her nostrils and sinuses to open completely, and if her head was spinning with the feelings aroused by these encounters, at least her breathing apparatus worked better than ever.
Having wanted to use possible suffocation as an excuse to get out of doing this, she knew he would feel the twin blasts of air from her nostrils on his penis and pelvis, and wouldn't allow her to relinquish the organ until he was done. Thus a sense of frustration permeated her curvaceous body, and she knew only too well that he was cognizant of the fact that she wasn't going to die, even if she faked it. No doubt his experiences with other women would make him aware of just how truthful she was.
He was pushing the penis deeper now, the head forcing its way into the narrowness of her esophagus. She gagged for a moment, then realized how futile all this was, and unconsciously permitted her throat muscles to relax. As a result, the feeling of strangulation was gone. Though she was a doctor and supposedly well aware of the various things she was supposed to do sexually, no one had ever explained to her how to handle a penis once it was in her mouth.
Taste were starting to seep down her throat. She had expected his penis to be smelly and godawful, but her twitching nostrils let her know he washed with a deodorant soap, and as a result was as clean as she was in the genital area. So her initial taste was the soapiness covering his flesh. Then she became aware of the salty, but otherwise flavorless oil that seeped from the head of his pulsing prick. Too, there was the meaty flavor of the penis, itself.
"Just start sucking," the man told her. "The one way to end this quickly is to make me come, honey," he gasped, panting heavily as he pushed his penis a little deeper, pressing it more firmly into her gullet. "I'm going to shove my cock in until you have all of it, so pull and suck on it with those tantalizing lips of yours. Waggle your tongue from side to side and wash the underside, teasing it. You see, the faster and better you are at doing this, the faster I'll come. I'm not pulling my cock out of your mouth until it's shriveled. Make up your mind to that, Sharon. When we're finished, you will be an honest-to-God cocksucker."
Against her will she clamped her lips solidly around the soft fleshy outer casing of his sausage-like cock, feeling the hardness of his masculine staff beneath her tongue as the oral organ stretched out, rubbing against the length of the urethra in the underside, her gullet feeling the little knot there where the head was joined to the rest of the staff. But her tongue lay there idle, unmoving.
"You have to lick, move that tongue back and forth," he gasped through gritted teeth, for even though her mouth was dormant for the moment, the mere sensation of having his cock in Sharon's oral cave was overwhelming for Lamont.
"Unn nnnnnmm mmmmmmgg gggglllll llluuuuur rrrrggggg gghhhhnnn nnnnnnnn nppphhhh hhhhhh hhhaaa aaaauuu ugugggg hhhhh!" was her only reply.
Sharon was accustomed to this man by now. She knew struggling was hopeless. This was disgusting, primitive, yet in its own way intriguing though she wouldn't have admitted this last out loud, even to herself. She considered chomping down with her teeth, knowing one good bite would deflate the organ in a hurry, but it would also ruin the possibility of a relationship between them, and she needed that relationship until she was able to find another millionaire at the hospital. Either that or she might end up actually marrying this son-of-a-bitch. For the present, her only way out of this tasty, albeit distasteful, situation was to comply with what the man wanted.
Against her better judgment she began working her saliva-coated lingual probe around the rubbery roller shoved into the narrowness of her tiny mouth. Her tongue worked up and down the length of it, surrounding the glans, twirling around it, noting the difference in texture between the head and the stem tasting more of his secretions as the rough part of her tongue toward the back of her mouth rubbed the split in the knob. She decided the faster he came, the faster all this would be over, and perhaps she would be permitted to attain some kind of orgasm of her own. She purposely pressed her tongue as hard as she was able against the penis in the vain hope that he might think the pressure too great, and he might want to call the whole thing off.
"Ahhhhh ... yesssss ... that's the way ..." he gasped out loud. "That feels wonderful ... marvelous ... that's terrific, honey ... really terrific! You're a natural cocksucker if there ever was one. I've ... uuuunnnnhhh ... known women who do this for a living ... oooooohhh ... who can't hold a candle to you. I've ... uhhhhh ... never felt a better ... smoother mouth on my cock ... keep it up ..." he gasped, his fingers tightly clutching her ears.
Wwwwaaa aauuuurr rggggch hhhhwwww wggg-mmm ppphhhh rrrgggh hhgh!" was her only response as she complainingly gagged, trying her best to pull her lovely head free of the grip his fingers had on her burning ears. But the motion her action created on the pulsing glans in her mouth sent Lamont into new and wanton raptures.
Lamont was definitely not the only one feeling arousal. As her gullet became more and more used to his forcible probing, the penis digging deeper and deeper into her narrow gullet, Sharon felt the same inward tingle she had sensed when the pain in her vagina had subsided when she had ridden this man's cock. She moved her head all the more rapidly now, but it was obvious from the man's reactions that much as Lamont enjoyed all this, he was definitely in no hurry to reach his peak. The thickness of his cock, rubbing back and forth in the depths of her pharynx made her aware of nerve-endings that had never really received any kind of constant friction before. To her surprise, Sharon realized it might be possible for her to attain her own climax, even doing something like this.
He continued thrusting his massaging cock in and out of the tight narrowness of her gullet in such a way that those inner nerve-endings continued being stimulated. She actually started shivering with anticipation as the sensation within her continued mounting. If he kept up this stroking of his cock in her mouth, with the head probing ever deeper into her gullet, she was definitely going to attain an orgasm. She didn't understand how it was possible or why it was happening, and by now she no longer gave a damn. All that really mattered was the attainment of satisfaction - her own as well as Lamont's.
"Yesssss ... yessssss ... you're so gooooddd-duuuhhhh ... I never dreamed you'd ... uuuuunn-nhhhh ... know what to do so expertly ... so quickly," he gasped. "What you need is more practice, and more cock to ... ohhhhhhh ... work on ..." he gasped gleefully, and after telling her that he released her ears. Reaching around to the back of her head, he flattened his palms against her skull, then tightly clenched his buttocks around his own asshole, and shoved forward while pulling her lovely face toward him as he crammed even more of the fleshy log into her narrow" gullet. He finally had her lips kissing the hairs at the base of his pelvis.
"Mmmmmuu uuuurrr rggghhhh hhccchh hhaaaw wwaarrr rghhhh!" the lovely Sharon gagged aloud in an attempt to scream out her protest as the head of his penis pushed through her throat, trying to reach into her belly. She realized she had totally engulfed the lengthy thickness of human rubberiness.
The flesh-bung prevented air from moving in and out of her throat as she had anticipated, and she had to breathe through her nostrils, inhaling the masculine scent of him while staring fixedly at the man's pubic hair that retreated and advanced with his pumping motions. Sharon wondered if the man eventually intended her to die while performing some sexual deed to please him. Her nostrils quivered and flared in a maddening attempt to pull more air into her tortured lungs, and she seriously wondered if she was getting enough oxygen this way. Was it possible she could indeed strangle to death on the salty penis of this man who was her keeper for the moment? Just when she thought she might faint, the man slowly began withdrawing his phallic piston until the tip was resting in middle of her tongue. Once again she tasted the salty, but otherwise flavorless secretions being emitted by it.
"Uuuu urrrrmmm mmppphhhh ... pppphh hhnn-nnf ffffmmm mffffwwwwwaa aauuuuf!" she sighed, feeling herself able to breathe again for the moment, but just barely.
"I think you have the idea," Lamont said to her, a wide grin on his face. "Rather than have me force you to do this, do it willingly, at your own pace, just as long as you make it feel good for me. Do a good job and suck," he ordered, and standing the way he was, he looked like a colossus towering over her.
Sharon realized she had no choice. Besides, she was beginning to find this intriguing in spite of hating it. Even now she refused to admit to herself the possibility of liking it. Her mouth automatically began nursing on the masculine probe.
Reaching up, her right hand gripped the bottom half of his penis, her fingers wrapping themselves tightly around the organ in the hope of keeping it from pushing into her gullet again. Her other hand rested on his thigh for a moment, until he took it and pressed it under his testicles, letting her know he wanted her fingers massaging them as well, for there were sensitive areas at the base of his scrotum, when pressured, would intensify the feeling he was experiencing.
She continued sucking, seemingly reluctantly, her right hand tugging strongly on the bottom part of his penis, but it came to her that she, herself, wasn't experiencing as much from all this as when the head had rammed itself into the deepest part of her gullet. So she reluctantly took her hand from the penile base and purposely forced her mouth over more and more of the length of it, intentionally cramming the thickness into the narrow culvert of her gagging throat. Her esophagus was filled with the broad head again, and once again those hidden nerve-endings in her gullet were being massaged. Fighting back the choking sensation, she vibrantly sucked, her left hand continuing to massage his scrotum and gently squeeze the golf ball-like testicles.
Her vagina was getting more and more heated up with every passing moment, and it occurred to her that the only way she was going to attain that ultimate orgasm herself was to try and strangle herself with the weighty thickness of the huge penis. Her tiny panties, under her shorty nightgown, were soaking wet with her own lubrication. She ached to slide them off, but to do so would mean stopping what she was doing for the moment, and she knew this was one thing Lamont would not countenance. Besides, she was slowly, inexorably falling under the spell of his penis, and she realized that even if his hands were removed from her head, she would be unable to voluntarily release the powering prod. Nor would her hands let got of his pulled-in scrotum. Fondling them gave the lovely blonde a strange sense of security. Security was, after all, the primary reason why she had come to live with Lamont. She needed security.
Sharon sucked harder, jamming the tip of his penis even deeper in her gullet than ever before. Her nerve-endings within tingled and she was well aware it wouldn't be too much longer before she once again hit stratospheric heights. Not only that, but she was aware that from the way the orgasm was building inside her, it wasn't going to be a small climax. On the contrary, it was going to be even bigger than the big one she had enjoyed when she had been de-virginized. Was it possible that this kind of climax was more thrilling than a vaginal one? Or was it merely that each succeeding orgasm would top the previous one no matter how she attained it.
Between her thighs she felt her vaginal muscles contracting insanely as her womanly gully spat forth more lubrication into the crotch of her bikini panties. The oils were already seeping down her thighs.
Sharon was aware, for the first time, that the feelings in her body were controlling her mind, rather than her mind being the control center. Was it possible that sometime in the future she would finally lose total control over herself? If so, she might as well make her living by being a whore. The prospect was horrible, yet wonderful. There was no way for her to control it.
She sucked harder now, because the harder she sucked, the more arousing it was to her own body. Her head wobbled from side to side, twisting in semicircles at the same time, providing his pulsing prick with a rotating motion that sent insane quivers on uncontrollable lust vibrantly shooting through Lamont.
Lamont kept his mouth shut at this point. With other women, verbal encouragement would have made them feel better. But to tell Sharon how whorishly she was sucking his cock might make her stop, and at this point, the last thing he wanted was for this lovely blonde to stop mouthing his cock. But she was unbelievable. Never in all the time he had experienced blowjobs, had he ever felt a mouth like this one. It was as if her mouth had been created for the express purpose of sucking his cock.
Sharon's inner sensations were in a violent turmoil as she felt her orgasm continuing to build. She realized she was going to come at any moment. Her head was constantly bobbing back and forth, moving all the more quickly now, her lips sliding on the penis as if it were a whistle, her head nodding up and down, her mouth pushing all the way forward and kissing the hairy base, then pulling all the way back to surround the rim of his corona. Each time she pulled her head back, the tip of her tongue licked the little split in the head, and then her mouth shoved itself all the way forward, stopping for the briefest instant as she forced the flanged corona through her gullet-ring where the flexing dome continued wildly massaging the hidden nerves within her again and again. It was good, so good, much too good to last. It had to end, and for Sharon the end came quickly and violently within herself. Her tight lips jammed themselves right down to the base on the throbbing penis, and she sucked with her lips locked around the base while her throat clung to the massaging penile head. Then she gagged out her orgasm.
"UUUUUR RRRGGG GGHHHH LLLLLM WWW-WWA AAARRR GGGGGH HHHAAA WWWWWU UUURRR CCCCCH HHHLLL UUUUUG GGGHHH UUUHHH!"
She was still on her knees on the floor, pressing into the plush carpeting, pressing her thighs tightly together because the lubricity pouring from the depths of her vagina was flooding out of her like water cascading over Niagara Falls. No matter how hard she tried, it was no use. There was no way on earth of stopping the flow that poured from her vagina as it made a sodden mess of her panty crotch and ran in heavy rivulets down her inner thighs to the carpet, beneath.
Sharon continued slurping her tongue over the length of the cock, letting the tight entrance to her throat massage the corona of his glans repeatedly. Her tongue was everywhere, licking under, over and on the sides, for in doing so, she was enhancing the orgasm she felt powering its way through her quivering body.
Lamont knew his own time had arrived. He shivered, shuddered and writhed, letting out a series of constantly gasping little moans as Sharon's mouth continued working on his cock. Each time her head plunged forward and she engulfed all of it, her tongue snaked out and licked at his balls, as well, and this only served to inflame him all the more.
Now that her own climax was coming to a conclusion, Sharon was able to think more rationally again. She knew this might be the first time she was expected to do this, but it definitely would not be the last time. Well, hell! If she was going to do this, she might as well drive the man so crazy with sensation, he might think twice before putting his cock into her mouth again. She was going to do her best to drive him clear out of his mind.
With her left hand still squeezing his balls - whenever her tongue wasn't touching it - she began using her right hand to rub his asscheeks. He shuddered, feeling the wandering fingers on his buttocks as her licking tongue continued teasing each separate wrinkle in his balls. Looking down, he saw her hands wandering over his naked flesh, and seeing as well as feeling intensified the thrills within him. His own throat was filled with the slaver of an uncaged lion. Fireworks started going off inside him as her left hand clutched very tightly around the clump of his testicles. He was ablaze with feeling as her fingers tightened around his balls and her other hand dug fingertips into his asscheeks.
As far as Sharon was concerned, now that she had attained her own satisfaction, there was no need to force the penile head all the way into her gullet. So she pulled her head back a little and let her lips concentrate on sucking the purple glans while her fingers gripped the throbbing base, her thumb massaging the urethra underneath. Her lips pulled on the penile head with all the strength inside her. Her breasts, pressing against the shorty nightgown, felt as if her extended nipples were trying to poke holes in the fabric. Even after her orgasm, the nipples had not shrunk, not even a little. In fact, they were hard to the point of pain. Her vagina was still awash with her sodden fluids, and her interior felt as if whipped cream was oozing out of it. The oils continued squeezing through the tender inner labia of her vagina into the sodden, soaking, double-thick crotch of her white lace bikini panties. The fluid poured out of Yher like water overflowing the banks of the Nile. Some of it had defied gravity and had actually moved past her perineum, oiling the pucker of her anus, while the rest continued dripping down her thighs like melting ice.
"HHHHHH AAAAAN NNNGGG GGHHHH ... IIIFMM MMMM ... AAAAAN NNNHHH HHH ... COMMMM MMMIIIIINNNN GGGGGG HHHHHH ... YYY YYEEEE AAANNN GGGGGH AAAAG GGGHHH!" he bellowed.
He was strangling her all over again. Heated blasts of white cream shot in repeated bursts from the tip of his cock. Not knowing what else to do, Sharon automatically swallowed. She drank as much of it as she was able. The head of his cock was pushing deeper and deeper past her tonsils, trying harder than ever to reach into her gullet and her belly. She gagged and choked, sputtering, some of the fluid in her throat actually coming up through her nostrils, but Lamont kept on humping his hips forward, refusing to stop until he had unleashed every last little drop of sperm.
She tried hard, drinking all she was capable of, but he was shooting a lot more than she was able to swallow. Finally some of it backed up, seeping out of the corners of her mouth and coating his cock and hairy groin.
At last, the release of his passion caused him to relax. The penis in her mouth slowly wilted, and she was able to yank her lips from it. Even then, shriveled, it was thick, and her mouth was so narrow, that when the glans pulled out, there was a tiny "pop."
Rising, she staggered to the bed and sat, realizing that in doing so, she was looking at her face in the dressing table mirror which was off to the side. There were still great draughts of semen in her gullet as well as what was already in her belly. The swallowing of the sperm set off a minor orgasm inside her, making her shudder.
She saw the added sperm smeared all over her lips and cheeks and chin, and after she had finished drinking what had been stored in her mouth, she unashamedly licked her tongue out and pulled in as much of the fluid as possible. The semen tasted like a mixture of peroxide and pancake batter, and after she had finished cleaning her face with her tongue, she beckoned him closer, and without his expecting it, licked his balls and cock clean. She didn't know why, but she had found this experience to be no less thrilling than her defloration. In fact, now that she thought back on it, she realized her second experience, though initially appearing to be more distasteful than her first, was a lot less painful.
"If it were anyone but you, Sharon," Lamont said to her, "I would think you must have practiced something like this for years. You have a natural aptitude that would put the best professional women to shame. Can you really see yourself marrying some helpless male you're capable of dominating, and then occasionally indulging in a little missionary sex? You're lucky I'm not a pimp. I'd be using you to make a fortune, and as disgusted as you look about the idea at the moment, believe me when I say you'd fall in love with that kind of work."
"I don't need you to remind me how wanton I am, basically," she responded. "I suppose it's something innate and can't be helped. But I recall you saying something about wanting to swap sex partners. So any time you're ready ..."
"Oh no!" he replied. "I've changed my mind where you're concerned. You're mine, Sharon, all mine. If anyone else puts a cock on you, I'll break it."
He turned and walked out of the bedroom, and Sharon smiled to herself. Jealousy! What was more, it was not the kind of jealousy a man displays simply over a possession. Even though he refused to admit it, Lamont Dennison still loved her. Now she began to wonder whether it was worth chasing after some other millionaire. She had Lamont firmly hooked, even if he didn't realize it yet. She had no doubt he would subject her to further indignities, but she would survive them. Equally important, her internship came to an end at the end of the month. As a resident doctor she would be earning considerably more, and soon she wouldn't need Lamont's money. But would she leave him?