her
head firmly in his strong hands.
“You didn’t ask my permission to come.
You never come without permission, rule number one when I fuck you. Did I not
make that clear?”
Meghan lay there sated and yet she still
wanted more. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“I’m sorry…”
“I’m sorry Sir. I will always ask for
your permission to come.”
“In the meantime you already came. Now
what should we do to make sure you never forget again?”
“You could fuck me again and let me make
sure I ask.” Meghan could not even believe she had put forth that suggestion
and the gleam in his eyes told her she was in trouble for doing so. But was it
a good kind of trouble or bad?
It did not take her long to find out.
Danny sheathed his prick and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Let’s see if you
making me come with that smart mouth will ensure that you remember your manners
from here on out,” he said and shoved his hard prick down her throat.
To her surprise the way her head was
positioned made it almost ridiculously easy to deep throat his dick. She
lingered along the shaft, stroking the belly with her tongue, eliciting an
inhale from him. Her tongue swirled across the tight helmet and then rubbed the
indented spot right below it. She nipped adroitly at the head and he hissed in
a breath.
“I’m going to come,” Danny ground out.
Looking up at his face, swollen and red,
his eyes narrowed to slits, made pride flow through Meghan. She considered
gurgling out, ‘Say please’ but decided against it but the spark of mischief
that thought had lit in her remained. She took him out of her mouth for one
moment and said, ”Why thank you Sir,” and Danny howled laughter even as his
hardness began to throb and pulse inside the channel of her throat.
He went to the bathroom to clean himself
and came back bearing a soft, scented cloth that he had dampened with warm
water. She lay blissful and still as he cleaned her gently and then unbound
her. They cuddled together, her head cradled on his strong chest and their
limbs intertwined.
~ * ~ * ~
A few hours later they were both dressed
and having lunch at a small café on the east side of town. A filthy young man
with blonde dreads under a knitted cap was blowing some of the sweetest jazz
Meghan had ever heard and every few moments Danny would look up at some note or
another and nod his head.
The man came over to their table and
asked, “Hey man, how about a contribution to the cause?”
Danny pulled a twenty out of his pocket
and handed it over. The young man’s eyes gleamed with blue fire and he yelled,
“Hey all right! Thanks man! That is so fucking awesome!” before he dashed down
the avenue and out of sight.
“Would you like to see the museum?” Danny
asked. “There is a great new exhibit there this week.”
“I would love to!” Meghan answered
cheerfully. “That is what I missed the most, having the money to go to museums.
I wish, oh how I wish that they were all free. I understand they have huge
operating costs but think of all the people who never get to see the things
inside simply for lack of money.”
“I know exactly how that feels,” Danny
said. “Shall we walk? It’s just a few blocks.”
“Walking sounds good to me.”
Danny held out his arm and she took it,
her fingers settling in the crook of his elbow. It occurred to her how
unusually old fashioned his manners were. He opened every door for her, he
insisted on walking on the outside of every hallway and sidewalk, he put his
hand on the small of her back to guide her into a room. A smile creased her
face as they walked through the mild air.
The street was small and tucked into a
quiet neighborhood, the grinding traffic of the city had dulled to a faraway
roar and neither of them paid any attention to the low black car cruising
behind them.
Meghan heard an engine slow down and a
car door open but she thought nothing of it. Neither did Danny. One minute they
were
head firmly in his strong hands.
“You didn’t ask my permission to come.
You never come without permission, rule number one when I fuck you. Did I not
make that clear?”
Meghan lay there sated and yet she still
wanted more. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“I’m sorry…”
“I’m sorry Sir. I will always ask for
your permission to come.”
“In the meantime you already came. Now
what should we do to make sure you never forget again?”
“You could fuck me again and let me make
sure I ask.” Meghan could not even believe she had put forth that suggestion
and the gleam in his eyes told her she was in trouble for doing so. But was it
a good kind of trouble or bad?
It did not take her long to find out.
Danny sheathed his prick and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Let’s see if you
making me come with that smart mouth will ensure that you remember your manners
from here on out,” he said and shoved his hard prick down her throat.
To her surprise the way her head was
positioned made it almost ridiculously easy to deep throat his dick. She
lingered along the shaft, stroking the belly with her tongue, eliciting an
inhale from him. Her tongue swirled across the tight helmet and then rubbed the
indented spot right below it. She nipped adroitly at the head and he hissed in
a breath.
“I’m going to come,” Danny ground out.
Looking up at his face, swollen and red,
his eyes narrowed to slits, made pride flow through Meghan. She considered
gurgling out, ‘Say please’ but decided against it but the spark of mischief
that thought had lit in her remained. She took him out of her mouth for one
moment and said, ”Why thank you Sir,” and Danny howled laughter even as his
hardness began to throb and pulse inside the channel of her throat.
He went to the bathroom to clean himself
and came back bearing a soft, scented cloth that he had dampened with warm
water. She lay blissful and still as he cleaned her gently and then unbound
her. They cuddled together, her head cradled on his strong chest and their
limbs intertwined.
~ * ~ * ~
A few hours later they were both dressed
and having lunch at a small café on the east side of town. A filthy young man
with blonde dreads under a knitted cap was blowing some of the sweetest jazz
Meghan had ever heard and every few moments Danny would look up at some note or
another and nod his head.
The man came over to their table and
asked, “Hey man, how about a contribution to the cause?”
Danny pulled a twenty out of his pocket
and handed it over. The young man’s eyes gleamed with blue fire and he yelled,
“Hey all right! Thanks man! That is so fucking awesome!” before he dashed down
the avenue and out of sight.
“Would you like to see the museum?” Danny
asked. “There is a great new exhibit there this week.”
“I would love to!” Meghan answered
cheerfully. “That is what I missed the most, having the money to go to museums.
I wish, oh how I wish that they were all free. I understand they have huge
operating costs but think of all the people who never get to see the things
inside simply for lack of money.”
“I know exactly how that feels,” Danny
said. “Shall we walk? It’s just a few blocks.”
“Walking sounds good to me.”
Danny held out his arm and she took it,
her fingers settling in the crook of his elbow. It occurred to her how
unusually old fashioned his manners were. He opened every door for her, he
insisted on walking on the outside of every hallway and sidewalk, he put his
hand on the small of her back to guide her into a room. A smile creased her
face as they walked through the mild air.
The street was small and tucked into a
quiet neighborhood, the grinding traffic of the city had dulled to a faraway
roar and neither of them paid any attention to the low black car cruising
behind them.
Meghan heard an engine slow down and a
car door open but she thought nothing of it. Neither did Danny. One minute they
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