on her.
Shannon’s insides melted at the sight. She put her other foot on Hal’s shoulder, obeying orders. He grinned wickedly at her and tugged her forward on the slick surface of the desk. She could feel his breath at the very center of her, through the flimsy fabric of her thong. But he didn’t touch.
Touching was reserved for her breasts, and as he rose to take her nipples again into his mouth, her feet rose with him, slipped off his shoulders and eventually down around his waist.
Once he’d reduced her to a whimpering puddle of need just through her nipples, Hal sank onto his knees again and focused on the prize right in front of him. He spread her thighs as wide as he could and dipped his head to the core of her, slipping his tongue under the fabric of her thong.
She convulsed at the contact, gasping, and he gripped her buttocks to steady her and hold her in place. Then he went to work in earnest, slicking his tongue over her and around her lips, between them, over them. He sucked the most sensitive part of her into his mouth and played it expertly.
Hot rushes of sensation pooled there and licked at every erogenous point on her body. She could feel tension building and spiraling in her belly while he toyed with her clitoris and menaced any vestiges of self-control she had left.
“Please,” she begged. “I want you inside, Hal, before I lose it…”
The words were hardly out her mouth when he’d ripped off her thong and somehow sheathed himself in a condom. She didn’t know how or where it had come from, but frankly she didn’t care.
All she cared about was the way it felt when he entered her, filled her, stretched her. She was so wet that he slid in immediately with no awkwardness and began to pump deep within her.
He was a hot, hard, slick piston driving inside and awakening some answering rhythm in her body. She slid her hands up and down his back; allowed them to fall to his buttocks, which were rigid with tension and muscle mass.
She rode him, and he rode her, for minutes more. Then the tension finally culminated and broke into a hot explosion of brilliant color and gratitude.
Shannon collapsed against the desk, loving her new fashion statement: nothing but boots and a naked man.
H AL’S LIBIDO was intensely grateful for Shannon’s unexpected gift, especially as he still lay on top of her and inside her.
Hal’s ego, however, was another matter entirely. Why? he’d asked.
Because you’re here….
Why me? he’d said to her.
Just be a good boy and don’t question your luck.
He couldn’t shake the ugly feeling that he’d beenused to scratch the goddess’s itch. If he hadn’t been around, she might have chosen a gas station attendant, or a bank teller. Anyone with the right equipment for the job: a fairly hefty hard-on.
He shriveled with the realization and rolled off Shannon to find his pants.
She yawned and stretched before sitting up. “You’ve got a really cute butt, Hal.”
“Uh,” he said, starting to feel like a piece of meat. Does that mean she wants to sprinkle my ass with salt and pepper and throw it on the grill?
“And an impressive knowledge of the female anatomy.” She grinned.
“Well, thank you. Glad I could be…of service.” He glanced at her and saw that the grin had faded. Her eyes narrowed, too, at his tone.
“What’s the matter, Hal? You don’t respect me now?” She twisted her long, curly hair into a knot on top of her head.
“I respect you just fine.” He wrestled into his shirt and tried not to get turned on by her all over again, while she stood naked except for those dominatrix boots. “I’m just, uh, cowed by your beauty, that’s all.” His tone was drier than dust.
That comment seemed to upset her. “Let’s leave my looks out of this, shall we?” Then she snorted. “Except we can’t. That’s why you did me, isn’t it. Because of what I look like.”
“No, Shannon.” He said it quietly. “If you remember, I asked you
Shannon’s insides melted at the sight. She put her other foot on Hal’s shoulder, obeying orders. He grinned wickedly at her and tugged her forward on the slick surface of the desk. She could feel his breath at the very center of her, through the flimsy fabric of her thong. But he didn’t touch.
Touching was reserved for her breasts, and as he rose to take her nipples again into his mouth, her feet rose with him, slipped off his shoulders and eventually down around his waist.
Once he’d reduced her to a whimpering puddle of need just through her nipples, Hal sank onto his knees again and focused on the prize right in front of him. He spread her thighs as wide as he could and dipped his head to the core of her, slipping his tongue under the fabric of her thong.
She convulsed at the contact, gasping, and he gripped her buttocks to steady her and hold her in place. Then he went to work in earnest, slicking his tongue over her and around her lips, between them, over them. He sucked the most sensitive part of her into his mouth and played it expertly.
Hot rushes of sensation pooled there and licked at every erogenous point on her body. She could feel tension building and spiraling in her belly while he toyed with her clitoris and menaced any vestiges of self-control she had left.
“Please,” she begged. “I want you inside, Hal, before I lose it…”
The words were hardly out her mouth when he’d ripped off her thong and somehow sheathed himself in a condom. She didn’t know how or where it had come from, but frankly she didn’t care.
All she cared about was the way it felt when he entered her, filled her, stretched her. She was so wet that he slid in immediately with no awkwardness and began to pump deep within her.
He was a hot, hard, slick piston driving inside and awakening some answering rhythm in her body. She slid her hands up and down his back; allowed them to fall to his buttocks, which were rigid with tension and muscle mass.
She rode him, and he rode her, for minutes more. Then the tension finally culminated and broke into a hot explosion of brilliant color and gratitude.
Shannon collapsed against the desk, loving her new fashion statement: nothing but boots and a naked man.
H AL’S LIBIDO was intensely grateful for Shannon’s unexpected gift, especially as he still lay on top of her and inside her.
Hal’s ego, however, was another matter entirely. Why? he’d asked.
Because you’re here….
Why me? he’d said to her.
Just be a good boy and don’t question your luck.
He couldn’t shake the ugly feeling that he’d beenused to scratch the goddess’s itch. If he hadn’t been around, she might have chosen a gas station attendant, or a bank teller. Anyone with the right equipment for the job: a fairly hefty hard-on.
He shriveled with the realization and rolled off Shannon to find his pants.
She yawned and stretched before sitting up. “You’ve got a really cute butt, Hal.”
“Uh,” he said, starting to feel like a piece of meat. Does that mean she wants to sprinkle my ass with salt and pepper and throw it on the grill?
“And an impressive knowledge of the female anatomy.” She grinned.
“Well, thank you. Glad I could be…of service.” He glanced at her and saw that the grin had faded. Her eyes narrowed, too, at his tone.
“What’s the matter, Hal? You don’t respect me now?” She twisted her long, curly hair into a knot on top of her head.
“I respect you just fine.” He wrestled into his shirt and tried not to get turned on by her all over again, while she stood naked except for those dominatrix boots. “I’m just, uh, cowed by your beauty, that’s all.” His tone was drier than dust.
That comment seemed to upset her. “Let’s leave my looks out of this, shall we?” Then she snorted. “Except we can’t. That’s why you did me, isn’t it. Because of what I look like.”
“No, Shannon.” He said it quietly. “If you remember, I asked you
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