For you?" "You want to cum do you? You want to cum for me?" he asked. "Yess Sir... please... I need to cum soo much... please make me cum..." she whin...d. "Well if I make you cum, slut, what will you do for me? What do I get for my efforts?" he asked. "Anything, Sir, please I'll do anything you wish. Just please make me cum, Please I beg you..." she said. "Be careful, slut... 'anything' covers a wide range of options! Are you SURE you want to go there?" he said smirking. "Yes, Sir... I'll do. . . anything you want.” “Thanks”, Vondie said, not looking up. Marissa started to turn away, then turned back, asking for our pager. I reached in my pocket to take it out, realized it was right next to my wallet/card-case, pulled it out with the pager, intentionally dropped both onto the floor, reached down and, while under the table, extracted a business card which — thankfully — contained my cell number, slipped the card underneath the pager and handed it to Marissa, hoping she wouldn’t. You rotate your hips, making me moan out loud. Your shaft buried so deep in me. Lowering your head you kiss me again, the feel of your lips so tender and sweet on mine. I can't get enough of tasting you. With a moan releasing from your own lips against mine, you arch your back withdrawing your shaft from the tight wet confines of my pussy. The slow agony of retreat. Almost completely withdrawn from me, I feel the tip of your shaft at my pussy edge, without warning, you slam your shaft back. Then he pulled out and swung me around. Clean me up, get your shit off my cock. With that he pushed me down to my knees and forced his now limp cock into my mouth. The taste was vile, and I nearly puked, but again, against all expectation, my body was getting excited. After the first swallow, the bad taste when away and I began sucking him, and stroking it back to life it with my hands. As soon as he was hard again he once again grabbed my head with both hands and began skull fucking me. Over.