myself down. Damn, why was it so hard to stop once
you got started?
The fantasy shifted, and now she was sucking
me with that dark-rimmed mouth—oh fuck, that was too hot. I heard
myself whispering, "Yeah, baby, that's fucking good, suck it,"
thrusting up in my hand/her mouth, watching her dark lipstick smear
down my shaft. Hand in her hair, fucking her throat now, "Take it,
Betsy, take it you little cockwhore!" Lost in the fantasy, my voice
grew louder.
"Cockwhore, am I?" Betsy's voice from the
doorway made me jump and, I am ashamed to say, I'm pretty sure I
screamed like a girl, instinctively grabbing for something to cover
myself, my heart hammering.
"Jesus!" I was panting, both from my wank
and from the scare. "Could you knock?"
"Was I sucking you?" she murmured. It was
the first time I noticed that she had her hand stuck down her under
her skirt. My erection, beginning to wane, returned with a
vengeance when I saw her hand moving between her legs.
"Yeah," I admitted, grinning sheepishly.
"How long have you been there?"
"Long enough." She came over to the bed,
pulling her skirt up to her waist. Red panties, and I could see a
damp spot on them, right where her fingers were moving underneath.
"Keep going," she encouraged, nodding toward my stiffening cock. I
did, grabbing and stroking, watching her hand move faster in her
panties. She pulled her turtleneck up above her breasts, and pulled
down one bra cup so she could tweak her nipple.
"I want to see your pussy."
She smiled, pushing her panties down, the
crotch catching between her lips as she tugged. I was jerking with
my left, but my right hand went immediately for her pussy, my
fingers finding her hole and pressing up into her. She sighed,
still concentrating on her clit, her other hand, palm flat, rubbing
against her nipple. My fingers slipping in and out of her reminded
my cock what he was missing. Pre-cum was making it a slicker,
sticky affair.
"Take your clothes off.”
She did, quickly pulling off her shirt, her
bra. She hesitated a moment at her skirt and panties. She gave me a
mischievous little smile and turned around, bending over and
lifting her skirt, giving me full view of her smooth little
clamshell. She was glistening wet. She must have been watching me
for a while. She slid her panties the rest of the way off, and
spread her legs further, opening her pussy with her fingers,
showing me.
My hand was like lightning on my dick now,
nothing but a slippery, slapping blur. "Don't stop," she whispered.
"I love watching you do that." I groaned, seeing her finger herself
and lick her lips as she watched me over her shoulder. She was
fucking herself with three fingers now, and she slowly backed
toward the bed. As soon as she was in reach, my hand was on her,
roaming over her smooth, round ass, spreading her wetness over her
thighs.
"Hold still." She slipped her fingers out of
her pussy and moved to sit on the bed. Or, at least, that's what I
thought she was doing. But as she backed up and positioned herself
directly over me, I realized what she meant to do, and I held my
cock steady, breathless. I was still stretched out on the bed, and
she was hovering over me at a direct perpendicular, lifting her
skirt and bending like she was about to take a pee. She sighed when
she felt the tip of my cock touch her lips, and she sat fully down
onto me, glancing over her shoulder to look into my eyes. Her
skirt, a sleek, black, shiny thing, brushed against my belly and
thighs. She wiggled on me and I groaned, feeling my cock shift
inside of her.
"You have to help me a little." She leaned
up slightly, balancing herself with her hands on the edge of the
bed. I nodded, turning toward her as she slid up my shaft and back
down again. The position alone was enough to push me more than
halfway there. Couple that with the fact that I'd already been
jerking for half an hour before she showed up, and I knew I wasn't
going to last very long. I was going to try to hold out