The Corner of H & L (16)

She laughed – it was a throaty, menacing sound – and pushed all the way up into my shorts to catch my cock in a tight grip. “Oh, don’t worry. Nothing like your checkbook or credit card. I’ll find something that’s special to you, but isn’t expensive. And I wouldn’t ask you to kill someone or rob a bank. The favor won’t require you to cross your own doorway. Perhaps I’ll ask you to give me a bath and massage, or to cook me the best meal I’ve had. Perhaps I’ll make you to lick my ass for an hour … but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She was pumping the shaft, squeezing it between her fingers to keep it hard, to keep it filled with the blood my brain needed to make good decisions. Her glove was surprisingly warm, deliciously warm, like I knew her mouth would be. “You choose, favor or thing. And I choose what it is after I swallow. Whatever it is, it will cost you little, but be worth much.”

Her hands pulled away suddenly and the boxers tore cleanly at the seams, leaving me fully exposed. Slowly, her eyes still locked to mine, she knelt at the foot of the bed and lowered herself between my legs. She placed her hands inside my thighs and brought her mouth down until her dark lips were just inches from the full-veined shaft of my desperately hopeful cock. Her lips pursed, showing a thin ring of the pink mouth inside, and she blew gently over the head. “What’s it going to be, baby? Neither of us can wait too much longer.”

“YES! Yes, of course yes!”

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Cheating Life – 12.2

She came in her own time, and with no small amount of drama. A very fine mist gradually filled the air, cooling it to a chill, creating flickering halos around the lamps, and causing the moon to cast long, eerie beams through the room. I didn’t hear her doors open or close, but one moment she was simply there, a faint outline of moonlight. Her shape was long and flowing and gave the impression that she glided as she crossed the glowing wooden floor toward me. She stopped several yards away, still hidden in shadow, and bid me stand with a wave of her fingers. She then slid forward purposefully, and the moon caught her full.

She wore a long, filmy gown of blacks and reds, with Elizabethan sleeves and a square bust line. Draping from the arms of her fingerless glove sleeves was a bat-winged shawl or cape. I expected to see the caricatured high-peaked collar as well, but her shoulders and neck were decorated only with a ponderous jeweled pendant and locks of long, curling hair (which she seemed to have grown in the last hour). Her skin was paler, or it seemed so in the moonlight, and her red lips were now a deep crimson. Long, polished nails on each finger glistened as she reached out toward me.

She traced a ring under my jaw and around my neck with several of those nails as she circled me, and her gown trailed around my legs. She stopped behind one shoulder and tugged the open neck of my shirt down over the top of my arm; a button popped off and rolled across the wooden floor. She leaned closer, and I could feel her breath behind my ear, along my neck as she breathed me in, just an inch away. I heard her tongue slackering with saliva behind her teeth. My skin tingled with expectancy.

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