His cock rose rampant against his flat abs,
and his eyes seemed glued to her hair. “Baby, you’d be right. I’m ready to
come, just thinking about taking your gorgeous hair, rubbing my hands and cock
all over your beautiful bald head. Maybe in a club scene, with you on your
knees sucking me off.” He bent, tongued the spot above her ear until she moaned
from the sensual torture. “Meanwhile, I want…”
“What do you want, Jimmy?”
He laid her across the bed and covered her
with his big, hard body. “I want to taste you first, see if you’re as soft and
smooth as you look. Then I want you to go down on me while I play with your
hair…touch your gorgeous face. I want to suck your pretty breasts, tongue your
hard little nipples. Then I want to fuck you until you scream with pleasure.
“Ever since I saw that ad, I’ve been
obsessing over you. But you’re so much better in the flesh.” Planting his knees
on either side of her hips, he bent and claimed her mouth again. He slid his
tongue inside while using his hands to hold her steady. His tongue felt like
hot velvet, and she loved the way he cupped her breasts with both of his large,
calloused hands, using surprisingly agile fingers to play with her nipple
rings. His breath seared her as he moved, fucking her mouth, taking gentle nips
with his teeth, sensuous licks. Deep plunges that made her pussy ache for him
to fill it.
His rock-hard cock probed between her legs,
almost as if it were seeking her heat. “Oh God, baby, you’re so damn wet for
me,” he whispered, his voice deep, mesmerizing, spoken against the taut flesh
of one distended nipple.
“Do you mind?”
“Mind? Hell, no. I love it. You’re like a
banquet, and I’m having trouble deciding what I want to feast on next.” His hot
breath sent shivers down her spine as he found her pussy and dipped into it
with one long finger while cupping his big hand over her clit. So hot. So
sensual. It had been years—no, she couldn’t remember ever feeling quite this
way before.
She ground her hips into his crotch, dug
into his muscular shoulders with her nails. “Please fuck me.”
“Yeah, baby. God yeah.” He ripped open the
condom, put it on and buried his massive cock all the way to her core. She’d
never felt so full, so owned. “Squeeze me.”
She clamped down on him with her inner
muscles. He filled her completely, his rigid flesh stretching her almost
painfully as he dipped his head and began to lick and suck her throat, her
neck, her earlobes. Then he began to fuck her, first slowly then faster,
harder.
With every thrust he touched her womb.
Pressure built inside her from deep in her belly, radiating in maddening
slowness through every nerve in her body. “Oh yes. You feel so good.”
He reached down, bit her nipples, grabbed
the rings with his teeth and tugged. Her muscles clenched around his huge, hot
cock. She moaned, tottering on the edge, trying to hold back…
“Okay, baby. Come for me. Now.”
One fierce thrust then two, and on the
third she shattered, trembling against his relentless onslaught. He pulled out
as she still was shuddering with her climax. He sat up on the edge of the bed
and pushed her down onto the carpet until she was kneeling between his
rock-hard thighs. “Get rid of the condom. I want to feel your pretty mouth on
my bare flesh.”
“Oh, yes.” Her hands still trembling from
the force of her climax, she peeled away the condom and discarded it, her
hungry gaze on a glistening drop of lubrication in his slit.
With sure hands he guided her mouth to the
purplish, thick head of his cleanly circumcised cock, and dug his fingers into
her hair to guide her to his will. “Relax, baby. Swallow me. You can do it.” He
rubbed her throat with his thumbs, encouraging her, exerting enough pressure on
her head to make her take him all the way down her throat. Not that she’d have
resisted. She loved the texture, the taste—but most of all she loved the
feeling of submission that came over her as she knelt at his feet and serviced
him this way.
Her pussy still throbbed, the slick juices
wetting her thighs as she sucked him down her throat, swallowing against his
turgid length. She held his heavy scrotum in both hands, loving the way the
twin orbs shifted against her fingers as he rhythmically stroked her head.
Mentally she pictured how she must look
now, a picture of pure submission kneeling between his hard-muscled thighs,
sucking his cock. Forced, for he held her head securely in his large, powerful
hands, yet not forced at all because she wanted nothing more than to submit, to
be all he wanted, all he needed.
“Oh yeah, baby.” He moaned then stiffened
as he bathed her throat with the first burst of hot, salty ejaculate. “That’s
it, swallow it. Now let go, I want to come all over your hair, too.” He stroked
around her hairline with his cock head as hot bursts kept coming, dripping over
her face, her neck. “You’re so damn beautiful, and baby, you’re mine.”
* * * * *
She had a feeling that if she spent a lot
of time with Jimmy, she’d frequently be without her hair. But it didn’t matter.
There would be compensations—like his huge, sheathed cock now throbbing inside
her pussy as they sat on the shower seat and he gently sucked her nipples. Like
the feel of his magical hands on her scalp, the way they were now as he worked
shampoo and conditioner into her hair. What he was doing shot sparks of sexual
sensation deep inside her core.
For a man as young as he was, he knew how
to take a woman over, make her want to please him. A Dom without a doubt, yet
one with a sweetness about him that she found endearing and terribly arousing.
One day soon she’d kneel before him and
he’d shave her for his pleasure. And her own. Never mind that she’d have to do
it anyway for the photo shoot. She trembled with greedy anticipation,
acknowledged the fetish they shared. When her marriage died, she had thought
she was walking away from the BDSM scene forever, but now…
Now she found herself eagerly anticipating
rejoining it, this time as Jimmy’s obedient sex slave.
“Baby, I could spend the rest of my life
doing this. I love…” He paused, drew one nipple into his mouth and tweaked the
ring with his tongue. “I love everything about you. Does this feel good?”
“Oh, yes.” It had been too long since a man
had possessed her this way, taken her over and commanded her response. She felt
taken. Controlled as no one lover had done before. Protected by a Master she
trusted would never let her come to harm.
He raised his head, claimed her mouth and
fucked it with his tongue, slow and gentle, hot wet velvet exploring her teeth,
the back of her throat. He jerked inside her, and she sank all the way down his
rigid shaft until the head of his cock pressed the mouth of her womb. He ground
against her swollen clit and made it throb. When he stood, taking her with him
under the bursting needles of hot water, he drove in deeper, groaned as he
wrapped her legs around his waist and braced her back against the shower wall.
“My hot, gorgeous baby. Oh, yeah, squeeze
my cock. Like that.” She tightened her inner muscles around his heat, felt the
start of another orgasm brewing inside her. When he bent, lifted her hair and
licked that erogenous zone at the base of her skull, she shattered, tightening
her legs around his firm, pumping ass as he fucked her hard and deep while she
spasmed around him.
“God, yes.” Through the condom she felt his
climax, the jetting heat of him spilling against the tip of her womb. She
shuddered again, not sure whether what she was feeling was a new orgasm or
aftershocks of those that had torn through her before.
* * * * *
A long time later he wrapped them both in a
pale-pink bath sheet, stroked her bare skin with the thirsty Egyptian cotton.
Then when they were dry, he laid her in the middle of her bed and came down
beside her, spoon-fashion. With one huge hand he held her belly, pressing her
ass cheeks against his half-hard cock, while with the other hand he secured the
back of her head to his lightly furred chest.
“Go to sleep now,” he said gruffly. “I want
to wake up and find you warm and snuggly against me, the way you are right
now.”
She wanted to hold on to this feeling of
utter belonging she’d been missing…it seemed like forever. And so she obeyed.
* * * * *
The next morning Jimmy woke first and
roused Julie by burying his face in her sweet, wet cunt. He sucked her clit
ring between his teeth and worried the little bud of flesh with his tongue.
God, but she responded fast, her clit hardening and elongating. She spread her
legs farther apart and shifted to give him better access.
His cock was hard as stone, throbbing for
the wet heat of her pussy. He sure as hell could get used to waking up this
way.
Slow down, buddy.
Belinda’s two-timing face flashed through his mind, reminding him
of his vow never again to hand a woman his heart so she could butcher it.
He didn’t want to listen, not now when
Julie was tangling her fingers in his hair, making little mewling sounds while
he tongue-fucked her cunt. All he wanted at the moment was to shut down his
brain and go with his obsession to heights of pleasure even beyond what they’d
found last night.
Damn. He just remembered. He’d used all three
of the condoms from his wallet last night. He looked up at her. “Julie?”
“Yes?” She shot him a sleepy, sexy smile.
“I’m out of condoms.”
Her smile faded. “Oh, no. I don’t have any.
I’m sorry. It’s been a long time since I needed one.”
“My fault, baby. I should have stopped by
my apartment first before we came up here. I would have if I’d realized…” How
she would keep him with a constant hard-on. That she’d turn out to be his
living fantasy. His obsession. “Relax. I’ll get you off this way,” he said, dipping
his head and going back to sucking and tonguing her soft, baby-smooth pussy.
“If you’ll turn around and straddle me,
I’ll return the favor. I hope you’ll let me swallow this time.” Her voice was
husky, the tone conveying urgency.
Because Jimmy was so tall, sixty-nine had
been a physical impossibility with his wife. Why the fuck was that bitch
invading his head? It struck him then that Belinda had been the only other
woman he’d ever fucked in private, outside a club scene or fraternity orgy.
Shifting positions and going immediately back to his feast, he shuddered when
he felt Julie take his cock down her throat, swallowing hard then letting go,
sliding off him until just his cock head rested in her mouth, surrounded by her
dancing tongue.
He couldn’t think, only feel. Julie’s mouth
on him. His lips and tongue feasting on her slick juices. With what she was
doing to him, he wasn’t going to last long. Her little grunts when she took him
deep, the slurping sounds of him eating her pussy pushed him higher. He breathed
in the arousing smells of sex—his and hers—as he plunged his tongue deep inside
her cunt and tried to hold back his own orgasm.
She sucked him, hard, her tongue finding
and tasting the lubrication already leaking from his slit. Just as he was about
to flex his hips and force her to take him deep again, she did it—surrounded
his entire cock again and swallowed. Needing to give her a climax before he
shattered, he licked her outer lips, sucked her clit, rimmed her tight little
asshole with a finger until she shuddered beneath him, devouring him all the
time with her licking and sucking and swallowing convulsively against his cock.
Massaging his balls and rimming his asshole with nimble fingers.
Fuck, but she gave the best head he’d ever
had. While he kept sucking her pussy, she came again before his own climax
claimed him.
“Julie.” Even her name sounded sexy when he
said it.
She lifted her head, looking thoroughly
exhausted. Satiated. And incredibly gorgeous. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, baby. What say we get up, go
have breakfast and spend the day playing tourist?”
“I’d love it.”
He got up before his cock could convince
him to forget about eating, forget everything but staying in bed all day,
sampling more of her. “Come on then, my stomach’s growling. You’ve burned off
all my energy, so I need to refuel.”
“Where are we going?” she asked, stretching
in the bed like a big, satisfied kitten.
He didn’t know exactly, other than being
damn sure he wanted to get to know Julie better, and not only in the carnal sense.
“It’s a surprise.” Pulling her to her feet, he hugged her, fought down the urge
to tumble back into bed with her and forget all about everything but gorging
himself on her until he passed out from the pleasure of it. “Shower and throw
on something casual while I run to my apartment and change.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kissed her hard then straightened and
pulled on his exercise clothes. “Fifteen minutes, tops,” he told her, feasting
his eyes on her one more time before making himself break away.
On the way out he glanced at her portrait,
recalled her saying she’d have to shave her head again for a new photo shoot.
His wrung-out cock hardened at the thought. But his hard-on for Julie didn’t
depend on him indulging his fetish—he figured he’d lust for her day and night,
hair or no hair.