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As the last of Cage’s cum slid down my throat, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of my mouth. He looked down at me and stroked my hair with both his hands.
     
    “That was a fine thank you, teacup,” he said gently. Then, he leaned down and lifted me up by my arms, which caused me to stop fingering myself. I groaned in protest, tired of coming so close to what I was sure was an orgasm.
     
    “Don’t worry, teacup. I’m not done with you,” Cash growled. Once I was on my feet he grabbed me by my hips and sat me down on the paper-strewn desk. “No, I’m not done with you yet.” He positioned himself between my knees, standing so close to me I could smell the faint, tart smell of his body odor. It turned me on even more. I looked up at him.
     
    “What are you gonna do to me? I…I’m a…I’ve never…” I murmured, wanting to him to know so that he would be gentle. The half-smile returned on his face.
     
    “Oh, no? Just my luck,” Cash said. I felt his hands on my tits, slowly caressing them from the bottom up. His thumbs brushed against my erect nipples and I moaned. He leaned over and took one of my nipples in his mouth; I’d never let Brian do that and gasped at how good it felt. He sucked it gently, tweaking the other nipple gently between his fingers. He pulled away and I moaned again, wanting more.
     
    “Lie back, teacup,” Cash said low. I did as he asked, not sure what was going to happen to me but willing to do whatever it took for him to touch my pussy, just touch it. I was aching for his touch, wanted his rough, calloused hands on my clit. I felt him pull my skirt up above my hips and heard the chair scrape against the floor; looking up, I saw he was sitting down, face between my legs. I could feel his breath, faintly against my flesh, and remembering my dream I trembled.
     
    “Jesus, that’s a beautiful pussy,” I heard him say, and each word blew more of his hot breath against me. I felt his fingers on my thighs, moving up, and tried to scooch closer to them, wanting them on my slit, more than I’d ever wanted anything. “Patience,” I heard him say. His fingers finally reached my slit and I gasped as he slid a finger inside me.
     
    “Oh, teacup, you’re so wet,” he said, and I could hear his smile in his voice. His breath was getting closer and closer to my pussy now, and I squirmed, dying of desire. I grabbed at my breasts, playing with my nipples, relishing the feeling of his finger in my pussy, wanting more, wanting to feel his tongue on me, and wanting to feel filled by his huge cock. I’d never ever had sex before, but I suddenly knew that I wanted it; I wanted to be stretched and satisfied by his dick.
     
    “Please, Cash,” I heard myself plead. I pushed my body against his finger.
     
    “Please what?” He asked, a hint of laughter in his voice, his breath right against my engorged clit.
     
    “Please, just please, plea..oh fuck” my pleading was cut off by the feeling of Cash’s tongue against my clit. I cried out; my whole body cried out in ecstasy as I finally felt my dream coming true.
     
    Cash’s tongue was circling my clit gently while his finger probed my wet slit. I teased my hard nipples as Cash’s tongue rolled across my clit, circling it then flicking it and then rolling it again. I felt a second finger enter my pussy and moaned again. My legs clenched on Cash’s head automatically. Without thinking, I grabbed his head with one hand and pulled it closer against me. He responded by doubling his attention to my throbbing clit, licking it faster and sucking it before releasing it to flick it again.
     
    His fingers were curling in my pussy and I felt them hit a sort of barrier; I almost wanted to scream, needing more, wanting to feel him deeper inside me. Instead, my thighs clenched harder and I grabbed his head closer. I felt just the slightest hint of his teeth against my clit and the sensation jarred me, making me cry out again. I felt it again and