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stroked the underside of his cock.
The feeling reached his whole body, as though he were suddenly floating in a
bath. She brought him further into her mouth. His butt clenched involuntarily.
He wanted to thrust. He wanted more friction.
    She gave it to him. With gentle downward bobs of her
head, she gently touched her bottom teeth to him and tilted her head side to
side as though encircling different parts of him with her teeth.
    Hansel moaned. He nearly came right then and there. Not
sure she’d appreciate a mouthful of cum. She was so incredible.
    He didn’t know anyone that used their teeth in a blow
job. In fact, he was positive that one of the first things girls learn from
their experienced, frisky girlfriends is to never use teeth in a blow job. Was
it just incredible luck that she managed to push all the right buttons?
    Hansel strained hard not to jab down her throat. His
climax was building.
    She pushed her head down on him faster. And by the way
she applied her teeth to just the underside of his cock, he knew she wasn’t
just lucky. She knew what worked well in a blow job. He wasn’t about to wonder
how she got so good.
    His climax was approaching. There was no stopping it.
    “I’m going to come,” he warned her.
    She bobbed faster, swirling her tongue all around as
the first spurts shot inside her mouth.
    He thrust deeper between her lips and felt a clenching
on his tip as she gagged.
    His arms and ankles yanked at their bonds, his muscles
contracting as her hot mouth remained latched onto his cock and filled with his
cum.
    His white fluid dripped from the sides of her lips down
his length as he continued firing, shooting his load down her throat. Every
time she swallowed, the back of her throat clamped on his tip and he came some
more.
    She kept right on sucking him. He felt the suction of
her mouth as she lapped up the escaping seed.
    The room spun. He felt dizzy from exhaustion.
    Best—blow job—ever.

 
    ***

 
    Gretel swallowed her lover’s musky cum. She wanted to
ask Hansel how he liked her skill. She wanted to ask the woman who called
herself Wicka if she enjoyed the show. As soon as Wicka had commanded her to
suck him off, she knew Wicka was just part of some sex fantasy outfit. And if
Wicka was someone Hansel hired for a special sex fantasy, he sure went all out.
She seemed like a high-end escort, but an unnecessary expense just to have
Gretel give him a blow job. What was with the kidnapping and dressing up? Was
that some sort of perk in a special kink package deal? And that whole “your
parents hired me to kill you both” thing? Not sexy at all. Still, Gretel couldn’t
deny the thrill she got from having an audience.
    She felt her chair being lifted back to its upright
position.
    The escort ran a hand through Gretel’s hair. “You look
so sexy right now. The way your hair is disheveled.”
    Gretel let herself enjoy the smooth caress.
    “The cum on your chin,” Wicka used a fingertip to lift
off a drop of cum.
    When Wicka sucked on that fingertip, Gretel felt a
tingling between her thighs. Wicka touched another part of Gretel’s chin and
held the shiny finger to Gretel’s lips. There was more than one way to perform
for Wicka. Gretel licked the fingertip, closed her eyes, and took Wicka’s full
finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
    When she opened her eyes, she saw Wicka squeezing one
of her own breasts. Wicka removed her finger from Gretel’s mouth.
    “You look so sexy with your blouse open,” she trailed the
wet finger down Gretel’s neck and sternum, to that point where the bra
connected the two cups together. Wicka’s breathing got heavier as she traced
upwards along the lacy edge of the bra, then slipped her finger inside,
brushing against Gretel’s nipple.
    Gretel felt her bud harden. Should she play along with
Hansel’s game and pretend to want to please Wicka? Should she pretend she was
working to gain Wicka’s trust to convince the woman to loosen