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Continued:
<Yes!> She didn’t have to pretend.
<I ease two fingers inside your dripping folds, in, out,
deeper, deeper forcing my hips between your thighs, holding your legs apart
until one foot rises up, as if against your will and your toes graze my calves.
I stop. You’ve broken the rules. Again. I warned you, Scarlet. I lift you and
carry you to the table. I tie each ankle to a leg of the table. Tight. The
fabric cuts into your flesh. You are spread-eagled. In my power. I’m getting
hard thinking about what I’ll do to you. My prick is bigger than it’s ever
been. All because I know you’ve learned your lesson now and you’ll keep to the
rules. I kneel between your imprisoned legs, my eyes level with your throbbing
clit. I move closer so I can smell the salty, tangy scent of you. You’re
writhing, struggling to get nearer to my lips, but I catch your gaze. My look
is stern, uncompromising. You must stay still. Will you obey?>
<Oh, yes!>
<I push your legs further apart, hold your pussy lips
wide open as I bury my mouth in your opening, pushing my tongue into you,
tasting the delicious honey that’s flowing all for me. And then I’m licking
upwards, my tongue broad, hard, unrelenting, up to flick against your clit and
then down, pressing hard. Up again, flick, down, up, sucking, getting even
harder as I hear your moan of pleasure. I stand up and clutch your breast as I
unzip myself. Your eyes widen and you gasp at the size of my erection. You’re
lifting your hips. ‘You trying to touch me with that pussy?’ I ask. You shake
your head from side to side…>
<No. I learned my lesson. Please don’t punish me. Please
don’t stop.>
By now, Romaine’s thighs were clasped around her own hand.
She couldn’t type any more.
<I’ll forgive you this time. Don’t let it happen again. I
move my hips towards you. I can see the pleading in your eyes. The head of my cock
touches your moist entrance. Just a glance, but enough to fill your opening. I
watch as the swollen bulb rests there while my thumb rubs your clitoris,
driving you into a frenzy and I’m pushing my cock slowly into your pussy and
then—>
And then Romaine heard the key in the lock. She heard
voices. Louie and Sheldon. Even though disoriented, she had enough sense to
quickly shut down the program, turn the computer off and pull her skirt down.
As quietly as she could, she closed the door of the study and slipped into the
toilet. She splashed cold water onto her face and stood for a second, composing
herself.
© Crystal Humphries
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