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nipple, looking her
in
the eye, wordlessly willing her to relax and trust me. “Get him hard,” I
say.
    She turns her head to look at
Randy, who’s got a shit-eating grin on his face like he’s beat her in this
game
of master and slave. “How?” she whispers.
    “Any way you want.”
    Bitch hesitates. I turn her
toward him and slap her ass hard. “Move.” She slides her bare feet across
the
floor, slowly making her way over to him.
    The first thing she does is
tear
out the elastic band holding his hair back. It falls around his face,
brushing
his shoulders. Why the fuck would she do that? Bitches never cease to amaze
me.
She runs her fingers over his the scruffy beard on his jaw, and traces his
lips. His brow furrows watching her. “What the fuck are you doin ’?”
he asks her.
    I ease my jeans down and wrap
my
hand around my cock, preparing myself while she prepares him.
    She doesn’t answer him.
Instead,
she runs her hands down over his neck and across his shoulders; over his
chest
and down to his abs. It’s like watching a little girl pet a shark. With her
curiosity piqued, she looks down and rubs her palm over his cock. He’s
semi-hard already. “Lick your hand,” he tells her. “So it feels like a wet
pussy slidin ’ up and down my cock.”
    She brings her palm to her
mouth
and looks him straight in the eye as her tongue licks from her wrist to her
fingertips. He inhales. His cock twitches. She takes it in her grip and
starts
to stroke one-handed. With her other, she rubs and squeezes his nipples. I’m
rock fuckin ’ hard watching her. It’s like she’s
with
a lover, not the stranger who was gaggin ’ her with
his dick when I walked in the room. Must be the only way she knows. Not a
mean
streak in this bitch’s body.
    Randy’s stiff and enjoying
himself too much. “Stop,” I say, walking over to them with my hard cock
pressed
against my stomach. “Back to the bed,” I tell her.
    He rolls his eyes up to the
ceiling as she walks away. “You didn’t deserve that shit after shovin ’ your cock down her throat,” I tell
him.
    He laughs. “Guess she liked
it.”
    I rear back and smack his cock
with the back of my hand. He cries out and strains against his cuffs.
“Motherfucker, you will pay,” he shouts.
    I do it again. “What’s the
matter? You can dish it out, but not take it?”
    “Fuck,” he says, gritting his
teeth.
    “Spread your legs.” I crouch
down
and shove his feet apart. “Don’t fuckin ’ move, or
you’ll get burned.” I take my lighter out of the pocket in my cut and flick
it,
sparking a flame to life under his balls.
    “Oh fuck!” he yells. “Don’t!
Luc!
Don’t!”
    His legs shake. I grab his
cock
and jerk it up and down. His mouth contorts, and he whimpers. “What’s wrong,
Pretty Randy?” I ask. “You don’t like me whackin ’
you
off with a flame under your nut sac?”
    I kill the flame and let him
go,
standing up. “On your knees,” I say, stroking my cock. “Let’s see how you
like
your method of training.”
    I shove him to the floor and
push
his forehead back until his head’s pressed against the cement block wall.
Straddling his knees, I smack him in the face with my dick. “Open your
mouth.”
    He doesn’t, so I ram his head
back into the wall. Then he does.
    Holding his hair, I shove my
cock
in his mouth and guide him onto me, making him take me deeper, down his
throat
until he gags, sputtering air through his nose. “What’s the matter, Pretty
Randy? You don’t like me jammin ’ my cock down your
throat?” I pump a few more times before stepping back. “You suck at givin ’ head. How the fuck do you think you can teach
that
bitch to do it?” I throw a hand out toward the bitch balled up on the bed
with
her eyes squeezed shut. “Stand up,” I tell him, and yank him to his feet by
his
hair.
    Motherfucker’s gonna to see
how
he gets off with my hand strokin ’ his cock. He
knows
me. He put himself in this position. His cock will