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by Suki
She sat on the edge of the bed, sitting on her knees, bottom
resting on her heels. Her legs were spread apart, and her hands were
tied behind her back. She was blindfolded.
Candles flickered from the outer edges of the room, casting
shadows that moved in all directions. She was tense, waiting. She
heard the rustling of clothing nearby.
"What do you want?" He asked, gruffly.
She licked her lips, and swallowed. She could feel him standing
directly in front of her. She stretched her neck forward, searching and
encountered his hands. He was stroking himself in front of her. She
flicked her tongue out past her lips trying to get past his hands.
He guided himself to her lips, and allowed her to suck for a few
minutes. Then he pulled away, repeating his question. "Do you want to
suck me?" He asked.
"Yes." she answered, seeking him again with her tongue.
"Then say it" he ordered.
"Please may I suck you?" She asked, caught up in the roll she was playing.
"Louder."
"Please may I suck you?" She asked again, still searching with her mouth
for what she could not see.
"Please...." She added again, when he did not move closer.
"Please what?"
"Please may I suck you.....sir?" That was what he was looking for, and he
allowed her to continue. Reaching down, he fingered her, testing.
She was very wet. She moaned at his touch.
"Yes?" he queried.
This time she knew what he was searching for. "Please sir, will you cum
in my mouth?"
"Do you want me to?" he asked.
"Yes sir, please sir."
She could feel him stroking in and out of her, and the feeling of
pleasing him was making her wetter. She was so hot, she would have done
anything at that point to make him cum. He reached down and began fingering
her again.
"We'll see..." was all he said.
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