“You have that horny look in your eyes again,” Vincent says when he sees the expression on Lotte’s face.
“Who? Me?” she asks quasi-innocent.
God, I would love to fuck her right now.
Vincent pushes the thought away.
“Yes, YOU, Miss Innocence!”
He sits down in his recliner and grabs the newspaper from the side table. Lotte leisurely leafs through a fashion magazine.
“I really am innocent,” Lotte says just as he opens his paper.
“Yeah, right!” Vincent answers her from behind the big pages.
It’s better if I concentrate on the financials, before I sit here with a hardon. During daytime! Scandalous! But tonight…
He’s just getting into an article about a drop in the stock market, when suddenly the newspapers is pulled from his hands.
Irritation lines his voice. She knows he never wants to be disturbed while reading the paper. The horny look in her eyes makes his annoyance disappear like snow in the sun. His words has dried up while he watches in wonder how Lotte drops down to her knees, between his legs. Her hands lightly caress the insides of his thighs, up and down, up and down. Each time she gets closer to his crotch. Vincent spreads his legs a bit more to give his hardening member more room to grow, but also as an invitation to Lotte. Not that she needs it.
Take my dick. I can use one. A good blow job.
Lotte opens his pants with a mischievous smile decorating her lips. The tip of his erection peeks out of his briefs. Vincent sighs when Lotte brushes her thumb over the protruding piece of meat.
Just look at that shining head.
Oh yes. Right there.
Not only with your thumb, darling. Come closer with your mouth!
By lifting his bottom off the chair, he helps Lotte to pull his pants down. Her right hand closes around his balls; her left grips his cock. Only for a second, she kneads his balls, then softly runs her nails over the sensitive skin.
Yes! My balls! Tickle them! Scratch them! Tease them!
Just look at my dick, look how hard it gets when you do that!
His last thought is not fully formed yet when Lotte leans forward, sticks out her tongue, and licks his shaft from his balls to the tip. Her horny eyes laugh at him when her lips close around the head of his penis.
That’s it, you little bitch. Suck me! That’s what your mouth is made for.
Vincent brushes through Lotte’s hair with his fingers and gathers it in a ponytail, which he holds in his fist. He wants to see her mouth working on him. She takes him deep in her mouth, wait a couple of seconds and then comes back up again. Over and over she does this, and each time she seems to hold him in her mouth just a bit longer.
So deep! I’m touching the back of her throat. Oh, let me fuck that little mouth!
Her tongue turns around the head in circles, finds and pushes against the hole; flicks over the frenulum. Her eyes are fixed on his face, watching him while her tongue teases his sensitive spots. An impatient lust holds him in his grip, but still Vincent manages to smile at Lotte.
Suck me, slut, no teasing!
The fingers of her right hand close around his member. Slowly Lotte moves her hand up and down and her mouth moves in the same rhythm, Vincent grabs the armrests. His knuckles turn white, and his muscles trembles with the force of his grip.
Oh god, there comes a time that this is going to kill me. She’s so good at giving blow jobs.
Hang in there...
Don’t come to soon...
You have to enjoy this just a bit longer!
He doesn’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him. Vincent enjoys the combination of image and feeling. Lotte is an artist – she knows exactly how to play him. Fascinated, as if it’s the first time he sees it, he watches his dick disappearing in her mouth and reappearing again.
Oh… oooh let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours. You’re such a horny bitch!
Lotte slowly increases the pace. Her hand was a perfect substitute for a tight pussy. Vincent feels his orgasm nearing. He moans. His fingers dent the leather of the armrest; his leg muscles tighten more.
No, don’t climax yet! It’s far too nice for it to stop now!
But damn, I’m so close.
Want to fill her mouth… let her swallow!
Lotte opens her eyes and looks at him. Her mouth has tightened around his member, as has her hand.
God, I’m going to come.
I’m going to come!
His balls contract.
“Oh god yes, I’m coming,” Vincent moans. Semen rush up in waves, but he sees none of it.
Oh yes, I’m coming! And she’s swallowing it all!
Swallow it, my little whore. Don’t spill a drop!
God this is nice!
Lotte wait until her mouth is full, and then she swallows. She closes her mouth around his sensitive dick head again to catch the last bit of semen.
Careful, careful. It’s sensitive…
He feels his cock go soft in her mouth; feels his body relaxing.
Now I’m hungry…
“That was deliciously sweet again,” Lotte says and laughs, “it must be all the tea you have been drinking lately.”
She licks her lips and before Vincent can say anything, she speaks again: “I want more, but shall we eat first? I’m hungry!”
That’s my kind of woman!
But tonight… tonight it’s her turn!
Note: This story has first been published in May 2018, and needed a thorough editing. Sometimes I’m amazed at the ‘stupid’ errors in my story, or that only now I can think of a better way to say something. I love editing older stories!
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