Erotic Instructions
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
19,667
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I have made this all up and do not in any way condone any of these activities in real life. This is fantasy only.
Part 2
I sat back down on the bed. It was not like I didn\'t realize I needed to leave, that I was beyond foolish to remain in this person\'s lair (for that was what it was, was it not?). But I did not leave for the simple fact that when Arthur asked me that question, I felt a throb deep inside and knew that I could no more leave than I could ... well, I do not have quite the appropriate comparison so I shall leave it at that.
When it appeared that indeed I was going to stay longer, Arthur stood up and stretched. His cock was shrunken and lay nestled against his furry balls, but it was not completely flaccid. He smiled down at it and then cocked an eye at me. \"I\'ll need your help.\"
I gulped at that for the truth was that I wanted to look at it but I didn\'t want to touch it, at least not at that point. I never really did want to touch it, at least not when I was thinking with my brain rather than with only my cunt.
\"Don\'t worry,\" he said and joined me on the bed. \"You don\'t really need to do much to help me. I\'m easy.\"
I could really smell him now. His skin was damp with sweat and his own come and I could smell him clearly. It was strange and heavy and alien, his scent, but I must admit that I liked it. It intrigued me and made me squirm a bit on the bed.
\"What?\" I asked.
He surprised me then because he answered my question with one of his own. \"Do you think it\'s fair that you\'ve gotten to look at me when I haven\'t gotten the same in return?\"
I gulped again, a really big one that time. What he was hinting at wanting was in no way near the realm of what I was willing to do. But Arthur was moving closer to me, sliding next to me on the bed, his hairy naked thigh pressing next to my smooth one as he lay one large hand on my knee. He spoke in that strange, soft voice which seemed so harmless until you considered the words (and the actions that accompanied the words).
His hand was warm on my knee. I wondered if his sweat would stay on me and betray me when I left. \"Don\'t worry. I just want to look at you while I make it big again. It wants to look at you, to see you.\"
\"I don\'t understand,\" I said, but of course I knew what he wanted to look at. I had a brief panicked thought—\"my panties are all wet and he\'ll see\"—but then he was urging me back against the bed, firmly but without hurting me or even giving me the sense that I was doing anything but following my own desires.
\"That\'s it,\" he murmured to me as he scooted my body up the bed so that soon I lay on my back in the middle of the soft green chenille bedspread. \"That\'s it,\" he said again as he slid both his hands beneath my pleated blue skirt and tugged down my panties. He held them to his face for a moment before tossing them down on the floor. \"You\'ve been enjoying yourself,\" he said. \"I\'m pleased.\"
He moved away from me then, stepping back to his place in the middle of the room. His cock had grown a little longer and thicker during the time he had been adjusting me on the bed, and now he took it in his hand. But he did not stroke it right away. Instead, he pouted and said, \"I can\'t see you. I want to see you.\"
My pussy twitched and I spread my legs a little, just an inch or two, not nearly enough for him and I knew it and wanted him to ask. Wrong as it all was (his doing these things to me, my going so willingly with him, how many years these overripe memories have been taking up room in my mind), I was gaining my first lessons in female power (even if it was a shoddy and unreal sort of power, even as he was taking advantage of me and should have been rotting in jail). In short, I wanted him to beg.
A slow smile spread across his face and he took a step closer to the bed. His cock bobbled against his bed of soft balls and thick hair, rising a little and then falling back under the weight of his blood-engorged flesh. \"Raise your legs for me.\"
I did.
\"More.\"
I did.
\"Open your knees. Let me see you.\"
I did.
A loud groan that seemed to rise straight from the center of his hardening cock was his answer. He handled himself a little more gently this time, or perhaps he just wanted it to take longer, to give him the time to look his fill at my bare pussy. As he stroked his cock with one hand and squeezed his balls with his other hand, he moved closer to the bed until finally his knees were pressed to its edges and he pumped and pumped and pumped, his eyes riveted to my nakedness.
Again he sank to his knees as he climaxed. The difference this time was that some of the little drops of semen landed on my bare skin. They were cool.
His voice was harsh when he spoke. \"Don\'t move. I\'ll clean you.\"
TBC
I sat back down on the bed. It was not like I didn\'t realize I needed to leave, that I was beyond foolish to remain in this person\'s lair (for that was what it was, was it not?). But I did not leave for the simple fact that when Arthur asked me that question, I felt a throb deep inside and knew that I could no more leave than I could ... well, I do not have quite the appropriate comparison so I shall leave it at that.
When it appeared that indeed I was going to stay longer, Arthur stood up and stretched. His cock was shrunken and lay nestled against his furry balls, but it was not completely flaccid. He smiled down at it and then cocked an eye at me. \"I\'ll need your help.\"
I gulped at that for the truth was that I wanted to look at it but I didn\'t want to touch it, at least not at that point. I never really did want to touch it, at least not when I was thinking with my brain rather than with only my cunt.
\"Don\'t worry,\" he said and joined me on the bed. \"You don\'t really need to do much to help me. I\'m easy.\"
I could really smell him now. His skin was damp with sweat and his own come and I could smell him clearly. It was strange and heavy and alien, his scent, but I must admit that I liked it. It intrigued me and made me squirm a bit on the bed.
\"What?\" I asked.
He surprised me then because he answered my question with one of his own. \"Do you think it\'s fair that you\'ve gotten to look at me when I haven\'t gotten the same in return?\"
I gulped again, a really big one that time. What he was hinting at wanting was in no way near the realm of what I was willing to do. But Arthur was moving closer to me, sliding next to me on the bed, his hairy naked thigh pressing next to my smooth one as he lay one large hand on my knee. He spoke in that strange, soft voice which seemed so harmless until you considered the words (and the actions that accompanied the words).
His hand was warm on my knee. I wondered if his sweat would stay on me and betray me when I left. \"Don\'t worry. I just want to look at you while I make it big again. It wants to look at you, to see you.\"
\"I don\'t understand,\" I said, but of course I knew what he wanted to look at. I had a brief panicked thought—\"my panties are all wet and he\'ll see\"—but then he was urging me back against the bed, firmly but without hurting me or even giving me the sense that I was doing anything but following my own desires.
\"That\'s it,\" he murmured to me as he scooted my body up the bed so that soon I lay on my back in the middle of the soft green chenille bedspread. \"That\'s it,\" he said again as he slid both his hands beneath my pleated blue skirt and tugged down my panties. He held them to his face for a moment before tossing them down on the floor. \"You\'ve been enjoying yourself,\" he said. \"I\'m pleased.\"
He moved away from me then, stepping back to his place in the middle of the room. His cock had grown a little longer and thicker during the time he had been adjusting me on the bed, and now he took it in his hand. But he did not stroke it right away. Instead, he pouted and said, \"I can\'t see you. I want to see you.\"
My pussy twitched and I spread my legs a little, just an inch or two, not nearly enough for him and I knew it and wanted him to ask. Wrong as it all was (his doing these things to me, my going so willingly with him, how many years these overripe memories have been taking up room in my mind), I was gaining my first lessons in female power (even if it was a shoddy and unreal sort of power, even as he was taking advantage of me and should have been rotting in jail). In short, I wanted him to beg.
A slow smile spread across his face and he took a step closer to the bed. His cock bobbled against his bed of soft balls and thick hair, rising a little and then falling back under the weight of his blood-engorged flesh. \"Raise your legs for me.\"
I did.
\"More.\"
I did.
\"Open your knees. Let me see you.\"
I did.
A loud groan that seemed to rise straight from the center of his hardening cock was his answer. He handled himself a little more gently this time, or perhaps he just wanted it to take longer, to give him the time to look his fill at my bare pussy. As he stroked his cock with one hand and squeezed his balls with his other hand, he moved closer to the bed until finally his knees were pressed to its edges and he pumped and pumped and pumped, his eyes riveted to my nakedness.
Again he sank to his knees as he climaxed. The difference this time was that some of the little drops of semen landed on my bare skin. They were cool.
His voice was harsh when he spoke. \"Don\'t move. I\'ll clean you.\"
TBC