skirt. Tried to think, I think.
And I wondered what was going on in her pretty little head. I know now...one thing...how to get me to come around.
She slipped off her jacket, folded it and laid it atop the closest flat surface, a glass-topped table on a cast iron frame. Very mod piece of furniture, went well with the rest.
“You know,” she said, “my job here is hanging by a thread.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. She was phenomenal in her prostitution skills.
“I find that hard to believe.”
Giselle rewarded me with a sweet half-smile, but then she turned her back, wandered the room. Funny, but I was too keyed in on her to remember to tuck my dick back in my pants. I was still hot and ready to fuck, despite the bad taste that was now in my mouth. I needed to finish what I’d started.
“Why? You’re good at--”
“Persuasion?” She tipped her head my way, watched me out of the corner of her eye.
I held my breath as she rubbed her nipples through her shirt. It looked like she did it without thought. I’m guessing now that it was a conscious maneuver.
My cock throbbed in response. My balls ached. I realized that I still had a hand on my shaft. A firm grip that kept the blood in the head and the other juice blocked from release. It wouldn’t have taken much, though, to let it go.
She scrunched up her nose and reached for her crotch, as if she itched. Propping a foot on the table, she hiked her skirt up and rubbed. I could just see the curls between her legs, and the way her fingers actually slid in a few times.
I asked, “Are you finger fucking yourself right in front of me?” Honestly, I couldn’t believe it.
She kept doing it, watching me--correction, looking at my cock--the whole time.
“Honey, you don’t have to do it that way. Not while I’m in the room.” I advanced toward her with the sudden urge to drop to my knees and return a little of her earlier favor. But before I could get to her, she started moaning, and I knew she’d found what she’d been reaching for.
“Fuck,” I reached for her. Like putty in my hands, she melted to me, let me reach down between her legs to feel the wetness. “You are one hot--”
Her eyes flashed, and she finished it for me. “Bitch. Go ahead, say it.” Her dare had me staring her down, fighting my self-control.
I turned inward for some humor, anything to help me through the tumbling emotions going through me. What was directing this afternoon? That shake? Some damned drug? I’d never had gratuitous sex before, and certainly never gone several times without a woman finding pleasure beneath me. I drew myself up, felt my fingers slide free of her feminine folds, through her curls, to lay wetly across her abdomen. I told her, “I would have liked to pleasure you, ya know.”
Pressing my forehead to hers, I said, “You do shit for a man’s ego when you fuck yourself when his cock’s dying to do it for you.”
“I thought men liked to watch women do that.” She breathed the words so softly that it did something to my chest.
I groaned and closed my eyes. I felt myself, my bare cock nudging at her thigh, pointed straight into her skin, rubbing, leaking, seeking to lubricate its way toward the fount where her juices flowed.
She promised me, “I could come again.”
That made me chuckle. She must’ve had a shake, too. That’s all I could think. Sense of humor. Sorry. I didn’t think I was that fucking sexy.
“Tell me how to do it for you.” I planted a little kiss at the corner of her lips.
Giselle turned her back to me, and wiggled her ass and hips, rubbing herself against my front. Bending over the furniture, she said, “Please, slide it in.”
“Like this?” I put my hands on her waist, just above the curve of her hips, and probed her
And I wondered what was going on in her pretty little head. I know now...one thing...how to get me to come around.
She slipped off her jacket, folded it and laid it atop the closest flat surface, a glass-topped table on a cast iron frame. Very mod piece of furniture, went well with the rest.
“You know,” she said, “my job here is hanging by a thread.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. She was phenomenal in her prostitution skills.
“I find that hard to believe.”
Giselle rewarded me with a sweet half-smile, but then she turned her back, wandered the room. Funny, but I was too keyed in on her to remember to tuck my dick back in my pants. I was still hot and ready to fuck, despite the bad taste that was now in my mouth. I needed to finish what I’d started.
“Why? You’re good at--”
“Persuasion?” She tipped her head my way, watched me out of the corner of her eye.
I held my breath as she rubbed her nipples through her shirt. It looked like she did it without thought. I’m guessing now that it was a conscious maneuver.
My cock throbbed in response. My balls ached. I realized that I still had a hand on my shaft. A firm grip that kept the blood in the head and the other juice blocked from release. It wouldn’t have taken much, though, to let it go.
She scrunched up her nose and reached for her crotch, as if she itched. Propping a foot on the table, she hiked her skirt up and rubbed. I could just see the curls between her legs, and the way her fingers actually slid in a few times.
I asked, “Are you finger fucking yourself right in front of me?” Honestly, I couldn’t believe it.
She kept doing it, watching me--correction, looking at my cock--the whole time.
“Honey, you don’t have to do it that way. Not while I’m in the room.” I advanced toward her with the sudden urge to drop to my knees and return a little of her earlier favor. But before I could get to her, she started moaning, and I knew she’d found what she’d been reaching for.
“Fuck,” I reached for her. Like putty in my hands, she melted to me, let me reach down between her legs to feel the wetness. “You are one hot--”
Her eyes flashed, and she finished it for me. “Bitch. Go ahead, say it.” Her dare had me staring her down, fighting my self-control.
I turned inward for some humor, anything to help me through the tumbling emotions going through me. What was directing this afternoon? That shake? Some damned drug? I’d never had gratuitous sex before, and certainly never gone several times without a woman finding pleasure beneath me. I drew myself up, felt my fingers slide free of her feminine folds, through her curls, to lay wetly across her abdomen. I told her, “I would have liked to pleasure you, ya know.”
Pressing my forehead to hers, I said, “You do shit for a man’s ego when you fuck yourself when his cock’s dying to do it for you.”
“I thought men liked to watch women do that.” She breathed the words so softly that it did something to my chest.
I groaned and closed my eyes. I felt myself, my bare cock nudging at her thigh, pointed straight into her skin, rubbing, leaking, seeking to lubricate its way toward the fount where her juices flowed.
She promised me, “I could come again.”
That made me chuckle. She must’ve had a shake, too. That’s all I could think. Sense of humor. Sorry. I didn’t think I was that fucking sexy.
“Tell me how to do it for you.” I planted a little kiss at the corner of her lips.
Giselle turned her back to me, and wiggled her ass and hips, rubbing herself against my front. Bending over the furniture, she said, “Please, slide it in.”
“Like this?” I put my hands on her waist, just above the curve of her hips, and probed her
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