Wild Ride by Opal Carew

Tentatively, she started again.  After a couple of seconds, the vibration started again, too.  Just a little at first, but as she kept on sucking, the vibration increased.  She squeezed and sucked deeper and was rewarded with intense vibrations, accompanied by joyfully dancing blue lights flashing along the leather strap.
    She kept going, but soon the lights stopped.
    He turned a page on his book.  “I said three times, not one marathon session.”  He glanced up at her and smiled.  “Now make me come again.”
    The cock in her mouth seemed to grow as she thought about it being his cock, and that it had just come.
    She continued to wash the dishes as she licked and squeezed, pleasuring his cock again.  It was firm in her mouth and the rewarding green lights made her pussy ache.  She glanced over her shoulder at Killer, still reading as if he was oblivious, but she could see the bulge straining against his pants.  She sucked the cock, the lights blinking steadily now.  She turned around and leaned back against the counter.  Killer glanced up from his book and their gazes locked. 
    She swept her tongue over the tip and teased mercilessly, imagining his big cock in her mouth, then sucked hard and fast.  The vibration started.  She stared hard at Killer as the vibration increased, then she ran her hand over her breast as the blue lights danced her success.
    She squeezed her nipple as the cock came in her mouth.  His dark eyes heated and tension built in the air around them.
    She walked across the room, abandoning the dishes and knelt in front of him, then stroked his hard shaft beneath the denim.  She unzipped him and reached inside, rewarded by the feel of his hot, real flesh cock inside.  She pulled it out and stroked it, gazing hungrily at the tip.  She reached behind her head and squeezed the plastic clasp, like the type on a backpack, and the strap fell away.  She pulled the cock from her mouth and wrapped her lips around his real cock.
    “Fuck, that feels good.  But making me come won’t count as the third time.”
    She sat up, her gaze locked with his, then she reached down and lifted her skirt, then pulled the elastic of her bikini bottoms forward and pushed the silicone cock under the fabric, then pushed it inside her.  The feel of it inside, even though it didn’t go deep, was delightful.
    She pushed her crotch tight against his leg, then took his cock in her mouth.  His cockhead was so much bigger than the one in her vagina, but both felt wonderful inside her.
    She began to lick and stroke him, to his groan.  She arched her pelvis against his leg, pushing the little cock deeper.  She squeezed it, then pulsed around it with her muscles as she glided up and down on his big, flesh-and-blood cock.
    He was close, she could tell, and so was she, having brought him to orgasm in her mind twice already.  The little cock stimulated her as she ground against his leg in a steady rhythm, her lips gliding over his pulsing erection, pleasure rising inside her.
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    Killer’s fingers coiled in her hair as her hot, silky mouth glided over him.  She moaned around his flesh and he could feel that she was close to her own orgasm.  He guided her faster, then he began to groan.
    The feel of her was so sweet and intense.  His cock ached with the need to release, but he held off, not wanting this to end.  Fuck, she made him feel things he never had before, and it was more than just physically getting off.
    She squeezed her soft mouth around him, her tongue working him to a frenzy, then she sucked.  And kept on sucking.  Deeply.  As if she could pull the release from him.
    He let go of his rigid control and pleasure burned through him, from tip to toe, pulsing to his center, then exploding from his cock with an intensity that rocked him.
    His cock erupted into her mouth, surrounding him with the hot liquid, but she continued to suck, swallowing everything he’d given her.
    Finally, he slumped back in