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“Wait! Don’t I get to pick?”
“No.” She laughs. “I thought I was in charge here. Now hurry, before I lose interest.”
Sweet spring goddess, this woman is electrifying. Like I took a cattle prod to my rear, I speed into motion again, moving my fist over a cock that hasn’t fully softened. The pleasure is more intense this time. An edge of pain, since I didn’t wait between rounds. But I can do this. I’ve done this before. My cock doesn’t let me down. All the waiting and anticipating has done wonders for my performance, after all. A few minutes of stroking and I’m already on the dge of another. I laugh triumphantly when a second spurt of come spills to the floor at her feet.
“Good.” Lady Mel removes the other shoe.
I’m panting. My heart is beating fast. I hardly felt the orgasms; I was so focused on her reaction, on achieving my goal.
This time I can’t stay hard. I try, but my cock won’t cooperate. I groan in frustration when Lady Mel steps back to sit on the couch and watch me. She’s still fully dressed except for her shoes. This is not the way I thought the evening would go.
“Give me a little help, My Lady.”
She considers. “What help would you like?”
“Your jacket? Your dress? A helping hand.” I gesture pathetically at my stubborn cock.
She tuts. “No. A deal is a deal. I told you an item of clothing for every time. I said nothing about any assistance. Still. I’m feeling generous since it’s our first meeting.”
I wonder what she means until she sits back a little and her legs fall open. The hem of the skirt rides up and gapes. I catch a glimpse of black panties.
That’s all it takes. My cock twitches back to life again, spurred on when her smile widens. “There. You see? You’re doing very well on your own.”
The praise fires me like nothing else. It’s amazing. I’m used to girls fawning over me, but this woman with a few words has unmade me and reformed me into her slave. I’m gripping a cock that has swelled again when she spreads her legs wider and pulls up the skirt of her dress.
Fuck me.
The panties are lacy and if I squint, I can almost see a hint of a pretty pussy. Is there a light dusting of hair beneath the fabric? I can’t quite make it out. I work myself faster, grunting and sweating, longing for a closer look.
This time when I come, there’s not much. The orgasm feels weaker, less satisfying.
I bellow in frustration when she slips the jacket over her shoulders and pulls her skirt back down. “Carry on.”
My cock is limp. I stagger to her and drop to my knees. “Please, My Lady. Let me have a taste. Over the panties. I won’t look, I promise.” This close to her, the scent I remember drifts into my nostrils, making me hunger for her. If I could get my mouth on her little cunt, I know I could get hard again.
A flash of something flickers across her expression. It’s gone too soon for me to make out what it is. The next moment she leans back. She pulls the skirt all the way to her waist; I can’t wait any longer.
I bury my face between her thighs. She gasps when my horns force her legs wider. I should stop. I know I should. Only I can’t. All I can do is breathe deeply and inhale the scent I hunger for. I rub my wide nose up and down over the seam of her cunt. Lady Mel holds very still, not moving. I can hardly hear her breathing. Any moment she could end this and I will be left so unsatisfied despite my recent orgasms.
Unbelievably, my cock twitches to life again. It’s not fully hard yet, but the movement gives me hope.
I lap at her panties, my long thick tongue moistening the outside of the fabric, wishing it was her damp flesh. The hint of her sweetness permeating the material is almost too good to be true. Fucking heaven.
Mel groans and pushes me away with a hand on each horn. Reluctantly, I let her.
That has done the trick, though. My cock is hard and standing to attention as if the poor thing hasn’t already been overworked.
She looks slightly flushed when she sits up and pushes her skirt back into place. “I’m waiting.”
I want to beg her to take pity on me. To show me that pretty cunt instead of removing her dress next as I know she will. I don’t. I grit my teeth and force the orgasm from my unwilling body. The pleasure is only a tiny spike of what it might have been.
I grunt, I jerk, and it’s done.
I sigh.
My Lady stands.
My mouth waters while I wait for her to lift the dress. She skims the hem up her thighs slowly, inch by inch, revealing all that pale, perfect skin.
