Instinctively you take it straight down your throat, your lips almost touching my balls. Then you bring your head right back stroking my pulsating tip...with your tongue. You bob your head backwards and forwards with a steady tempo taking all my shaft in your mouth, the tip almost touching the back of your throat. With one of your hands your cradle by balls and gently massage them, and with your other, you reach between your legs to find the crotch of your bikini bottoms soaking wet.Hearing a. Cause that’s the honest measure of my worth.In your pomp and all your glory, you’re a poorer man than me,as you lick the boots of Death, borne out of fear.”-Jethro Tull, “Wind-Up“I left Maria and Jeanne to the decorating and went to prepare for meeting them and everyone else inHelen’s Study soon. (I figure hey, used to be a war room, probably a secure place to talk. Especially since the Ministry of Intelligence sweeps it for bugs at random intervals.) There was another stop I felt the need to. I feel a hand gripping the hair on the back of my head, pulling my head up. “So, our little prissy librarian is quite the cock whore!” I moan whorishly. The boy fucking me slaps my ass making me cry out. “Yes!” “Looks like she loves sucking cock, too!” says the other. I moan again, their insults and obscene comments making me feel like such slut and harlot. I whimper and moan and squeal as the cock behind me pounds relentlessly. “Fuck me,” I groan, “oh please fuck me fuck me fuck me!” It feels. Right before me . . . rising from the sofa! The man himself! The porn god! I was actually in the same room with Mason, the absolute King of Porn.In other situations, he would probably have been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his salacious smile proved that while he was older and his outer body had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an immense quest for sex. I realized I hadn’t breathed since laying eyes on him and I was embarrassed that my breath escaped me all.