Chapter 6
Chet snapped the TV set off and put his cock back in his pants. Damn, he thought, she's ready right now, right now, today. He zipped his pants up, finished his drink and headed for the door. There was some fast talking and arranging to do. With a little luck, he could clear five, maybe six hundred that night. And, he told himself with clenched teeth, get a little of that bitch himself.
There was something about her that got to him. Something about her manner that made him want to really fuck her over good. If she liked humiliation, he was the man for her. When he got through with her, she would never forget him, or be the same. Who had been the last one he felt this way about, he wondered as he went back to the party and looked around for prospects. Who was it? Charlene something? And where was she now? Last he heard of her, she was in a whorehouse in North Africa, entertaining the Arabs.
He saw a prospect and sidled up to him. "I got something in the back room," he said in a low voice, "something that might interest you."
The man looked at him with bored eyes. "How much?"
"Hundred and a half."
The man snorted and half turned away.
"Don't take my word for it, come get a peek of the real thing on TV."
The man raised his eyebrows. "Never hurt to take a look.'
Back in the room, Cynthia was lying on her side and had Dan's slippery cock in her hand and slowly began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow magical rhythm that caused his ache to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing moist head of his prick. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.
Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on the end. She didn't really know what she was doing, only following his orders to relax and give full vent to her natural lust and instinct. She tasted his wetness in her mouth and found that she liked it, that it only served to heighten her lust and desire.
Dan sucked his breath in from the sudden unexpected contact. Chills rippled along the back of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. She brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the sensitive head in a moist, warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
"Christ!" Dan groaned, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at her contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the part she had not yet taken between her soft, moist lips.
She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below. The sight of her labors made it all the more exciting for him.
Cynthia could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his prick a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard, resisting flesh, leaving small, white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. She shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth from his prick and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face.
Her tongue swiped around and around the growing gland furiously until Dan felt it near the bursting point as she took almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her throat. Dan was certain the poor girl would choke but she continued the maddening sucking.
Great swirls of heat were building deep in his balls as he watched her face working above his seating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked over him like a demon. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing even further between the moistness of her lips. Thin, pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting cock.
He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily, incoherent mutterings spitting from between his clenched teeth. Suddenly he gasped. The moment was here and a low guttural sound started somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot, sticky sperm begin its mad dash from the sanctity of his balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed, fish-like, as she greedily swallowed the warm, flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm into the wetness of her mouth.
His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his squirting instrument all the way down to her tonsils. She coughed sporadically as she fought to regain her breath. He moaned and grunted in complete fulfillment. Slowly his cock deflated in her mouth as she continued the gentle sucking, drawing every last tiny drop of the warm, sticky sperm from his battered cock.
And then there was nothing else. She had sucked him dry and, with a groan, she let his deflated prick slip from her mouth, rubbery strands of cum sticking to her lips and trailing across his thigh as she lay beside him.
Cynthia relaxed completely and tried to rest. She didn't know how much she was going to need it in the next few minutes.