Page 31 of Hula


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“Bring the juice, houseboy!!” I holler. “We need to hydrate!”

My naked god-man walks through the door carrying a loaded tray. The bottle of champagne is center stage. He wears the happiest of expressions accompanied by half a hard-on.

“I’ll be your houseboy if you’ll be my genie.”

I turn over and shake my ass as answer.

“Yes, Master. It is a deal.”

“Look what I have!”

He says it so proudly.

“I see. Bring it over here so I can play with it.”

“Tempting,” he says, putting the tray between us. “But I need a fifteen-minute break, woman. Twenty at the top. In the meantime, mimosas.”

I bang an imaginary gavel.

“I’ll allow it.”

The flowered breakfast tray is packed with an array of edible pleasures and one pink hibiscus from the front yard. Alek pours our drinks.

“Please tell me you went outside like that.”

He crawls back into the bed, grabs the blossom and lays it between my legs.

“Of course. I remembered the champagne and I wanted to bring a pink flower for your pink flower. Look how pretty it looks.”

“Very nice. I thank you, my pink pussy thanks you. Did anyone see you in all your glory?”

“I noticed a woman with binoculars checking out the goods. She applauded, so I shook it for her.”

“You did not,” I say, dipping a papaya slice in whipped cream and feeding it to him.

“I like your hair like that. Very fuckable.”

The drop of whipped cream that landed on his bottom lip calls my name. Leaning over, I lick it off as the flower falls to the bed.

I tap on an imaginary watch.

“Ten minutes and counting.”

His face changes and the devilish expression reappears. Picking up the tray, he moves it to the floor, and slips between the sheets. He takes my flute and his and puts them on the bedside table.

“I’m full. You?”

“I feel a different kind of hunger. Get on your back.”

Alek flips me in one smooth beat. His legs widen, as I sit atop him. Slowly, I slide back and forth, my lips against his cock. Hands come to my tits and play with hardened nipples. We lock eyes.

“Yeah. Oh fuck yeah.”

“I want to suck you, baby.”

Downward I slide between his legs, as hands braid behind his head. My fingers wrap around the most beautiful penis I have ever seen. Ever had inside me. Ever want to have inside me. I am doomed to a lifetime of masturbation if I cannot be with him. That is how good a lover he is.

I lick my lips then kiss the tip. Surrounding it with my mouth, I breathe warmth onto it and he moans. The tongue tickles and teases, before taking it all. Tip to base is a big job, but I am up for it. So is Alek. Up and up, as my hand follows the path of my mouth.

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