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“My mother knows about us!” … the words from Li Su’s text floated through Kirk’s mind as he packed for his trip. “Exactly what does that mean?” he thought.



He texted Li Su to let her know he was driving instead of flying because he wanted to avoid the hassle of explaining why he was carrying such a large sum of cash. He also planned to drive the speed limit too so he’d avoid a traffic stop. He knew well that a black man driving an expensive car with $100,000 in it would translate to “drug dealer” in many cops’ minds. So he’d drive at a leisurely pace which would take him longer but he’d arrive hassle free.



Instead of replying by text, Li Su called. She sounded genuinely excited about his visit and let him know that her mother was looking forward to meeting him. When he quizzed her about her mother, she replied somewhat sheepishly, “I’ll tell you the full story when you arrive but she knows that we’re lovers.”



Kirk was surprised by this bit of news but decided to wait until his arrival for a full explanation.



Despite driving slower than usual, he made good time. With about 50 miles to go he called Li Su to let her know the time he would arrive at his hotel.



“Great! Is it OK if I meet you at your hotel in two hours?”



He agreed and wondered about the details she’d share about her mother knowing they were lovers. He’d endured a few uneasy parents and friends suspecting that he was banging their daughters or acquaintances but none had resulted in a major issue. The only concerns that had been voiced had to do with whether or not the object of his affections was being used or might be left heartbroken. He chuckled at that thought because he’d neither initiated this liaison nor perpetuated it by asking for a considerable amount of money or a complicated business arrangement.



He’d scarcely checked into his room and tucked the funds in the room’s safe when Li Su knocked at the door.



“I’m so glad you came!” Li Su sighed as he embraced her. “That means we’ll be working together. My team will be very happy! Also, I’m really happy because my mother will be here. She’s happy too and very excited!”



She cupped her hands behind his neck, drew his face down to hers and kissed him softly. “It also means that we’ll be able to make love regularly! Just the thought of that is making me wet even though I’m still a bit sore.



“I hope you’re not too sore because just seeing you is making me hard” Kirk whispered. He led her to the side of the bed and kissed her neck softly as he began to disrobe her. His warm lips trailed behind his fingers as he uncovered her tan flesh. She shuddered as he removed her blouse and kissed her shoulders and torso. Her sharp intake of breath as he removed her bra and nuzzled her hard nipples betrayed her growing excitement.



“Although you are powerfully strong, I like it when you are so gentle with me” Li Su sighed.



As he knelt and unsnapped her skirt kissing up, down and between her firm thighs she shivered. “That’s perfect Kirk” she panted “You make me feel wanted!”



She looked down when she felt his teeth grasp the elastic waistband and began tugging her emerald green thong to the floor. “I’m so wet I’m flowing like a fountain, lover!”



She shuddered at the touch of his lips on her now swollen nether lips. As his tongue fluttered across her engorged clit her knees gave way as orgasm overtook her slender frame.



“Ahhhhh … Oooooooooh!” were the only sounds she could muster as he caught her and lifted her onto the king sized bed.



Her eyes watched his every move as he disrobed. They followed the flight of his blue shirt as he tossed it aside. They tracked his fingers as he unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. Then they focused on his black silk briefs and the bulge beneath them. “Let me take these off!” she said scrambling to her knees. She swung her feet to the floor, grabbed the waist of his underwear and slowly pulled them towards his knees. She knelt as she tugged them over his thick rock hard cock, inhaled sharply as it bounced before her face. She moaned, roughly jerked the soft cloth over his feet and lovingly took his manhood into her mouth.



“Its only been a couple of days since I had you deep inside of me but it feels like forever!” she said as she gently stroked his throbbing hardness. As she rubbed his cock against her cheeks and placed tiny pecks on his purplish helmet, he bent and lifted her back onto the bed.



With fluid but unhurried movements he placed Li Su on her back and spread her legs as he knelt between them. Her quick intake of breaths were becoming gasps as she flushed with lust. Her nipples were hard and drawn to pencil points, her pussy lips swollen anticipating his touch, her hips thrusting upward to prepare to accept the black mushroom that was inching towards her.



A ripple of orgasm cursed through her loins as he slowly entered her. The slow penetration deeper of his hard thick cock made her hips involuntarily undulate to receive him. As his loins touched hers signaling that he was fully inside her, they moved as one in the practiced language of lovers. Her slowly rolling hips matched his thrusts. Her pelvis lifted as he withdrew. Her grip tightened across his back as she felt his strong hands lift her sliding his thickness back into her warm wet depths.



Their connection was without frenzy … no sense of urgency … only the slow sometimes imperceptible movement of lovers. Even as the pace of their meshed loins increased their passion seemed contained. Only the final slamming together of their loins, the clinging together in midair, their collective moans of mutual orgasmic release conveyed their lust. Only the perspiration dripping from their intertwined bodies and their gulping for air betrayed the energy they’d expended over a nonstop half hour of serial climaxes. Their chests heaved in unison as they lay side by side with no words being spoken.



Finally as she recovered her breath Li Su managed a soft “WOW!”



“Perfect … that was absolutely PERFECT … just like I told my mother you were!”



“You told your mother I was perfect?”



“Yes, after she found out we are lovers and are going to be business partners, I told her that you were perfect both ways!”



“You said you’d tell me how she found out that we were lovers …” Kirk began but was interrupted by Li Su.



“I intended to tell her anyway because we never keep secrets from each other. But in my excitement about seeing her I made a mistake. She asked to use my computer at home to email some friends and she saw my screen saver. It’s a picture of us.”



“Which picture was it?”



“The one with me straddling you and riding your cock!”



“Oh goodness!”



“I hope you won’t get mad because, since she’d found out, I showed her all the shots we took when you first came to visit.”



“Oh boy! She got an eyeful! What did she say?”



“She only said two things – that I looked really happy and satisfied and … errr, clearing her throat … that she can’t believe how big your cock is!” Her face flushed with embarrassment at this revelation. “I hope you’re not mad at me!”



“Not mad but really surprised.”



Stammering and almost sputtering Li Su sheepishly asked “Will you have dinner with us tonight? She knows how much you like Chinese food so she wants to cook for you as a way of saying thanks.”



“Wait a minute!” Kirk said sharply “Do you realize what you’re asking? After telling me that your mother has just seen pictures of my cock … in your hands … rubbing on your face … deep in your mouth … PLOWING DEEP IN YOUR PUSSY … that you want me to overlook that and drop by for dinner! That would be the most awkward dinner EVER!”



Tears forming in her eyes and almost pleading Li Su says almost sobbing “But refusing her dinner invitation would be an insult and really hurt my mother! Her offering to cook you dinner is an almost sacred custom. She only intends to offer her thanks! Please, please don’t insult my mother – PLEASE!”



“Li Su” Kirk speaks sharply “I don’t want to insult your mother but neither do I intend to be paraded before her like some big dicked circus animal!”



“Please, PLEASE come!” a panicked Li Su begged. “If you feel uncomfortable you can leave, I promise!”



Kirk’s tone softened “OK, I don’t want to offend her so I’ll come. I can handle it but I hope she won’t be uncomfortable.”



“Oh no, you’ll see that she’s totally comfortable. Besides, she doesn’t believe that the pictures of your cock are even real. She thinks that I photoshopped them!”



Kirk tried unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh but finally keeled over in a fit of uncontrolled bellowing. “Photoshopped?” he laughed. He laughed so hard that he was gasping for air – “PHOTO …” har, har, HAR “SHOPPED!” he wailed.



Finally recovering his composure he asked “OK so when should we leave?”



“To make it easier for you because you’ve been driving for hours, we’ll take my car and I’ll bring you back whenever you say.”



Kirk agreed and they quickly showered and set off.



Almost immediately upon arriving he found that his concerns were unfounded. As soon as Li Su unlocked and opened the door her mother appeared. She was almost a twin to Li Su. She had a slightly fuller body clad in a black silk patterned pant suit and wisps of gray at her temples. As she strode quickly towards them Kirk was struck by the almost feline grace with which she moved. She seemed to glide towards them, her athleticism on full display.



When she reached them she smiled broadly and, with no hesitation, grasped both of Kirk’s hands, bowing deeply. As she did her top fell away from her chest and displayed another similarity to her daughter – full dark nippled breasts. “Like mother, like daughter!” he thought until his musing was interrupted by Li Su’s mother’s voice saying something in Chinese.



Li Su laughingly translated “She said that I forgot to tell her that you were really handsome too!”



Kirk thanked her for the compliment and noted that she was also a very attractive lady. She blushed slightly as Li Su translated, finally released Kirk’s hands and gestured them towards the dining room.



He quickly learned that she was also a fantastic cook as he tasted her numerous offerings. He asked Li Su to especially thank her for the Beggar’s Chicken dish, a favorite of his which he knew took hours to prepare. Before Li Su could translate, her mother replied in perfectly understandable English. “You’re welcome! I’m glad you like it!” Noting his surprise at her language skills, she explained that Chinese etiquette dictated that she not speak English until she knew Kirk was comfortable with her.



The rest of the evening was just that – very comfortable. The good food and totally relaxed company left Kirk feeling as if he had known Li Su’s mother for a long time. Only twice when he returned to the table from the bathroom did he sense otherwise. Each time he saw her staring intently at his crotch. And each time he noted a slight gasp/moan emanate from her lips.



“So now you know there was no photoshopping!” he chuckled to himself.



As he prepared to leave after an extended evening Li Su’s mother followed them to the door. He hugged her, gave her a peck on the cheek and wished her Happy Birthday tomorrow. She surprised him by clinging to him tightly, pressing herself against him and saying “I hope to see you on my birthday!” He looked at Li Su quizzically as she beamed broadly.



When Li Su and he walked to her car, he made sure that she had his arm sensing that her nosy neighbor might be watching. “Thanks for remembering” she said as he held her door open for her. As he entered the passenger seat, she said. “And thank you for being so nice to my mother. She really enjoyed meeting you.” Kirk replied “No thanks are necessary! I genuinely enjoyed her company and her delicious food. She really put a lot of work into making sure I enjoyed it. I hope she has a very enjoyable birthday!”



“Ahhhhhhhhh …” Li Su replied “I do too. I could tell that she would really like to see you on her birthday. It would mean a lot to her.”



“I don’t understand.” Kirk replied.



“Well the dress I gave her is really special to Chinese women. She saw it when I unpacked so I wrapped it and gave it to her.”



“I’m sure she likes it.”



“She does and now she’d like to have the pleasure of wearing it as its supposed to be worn.”



“Oh?”



“It’s a celebration dress called a Cheongsam. Its worn on festive occasions like birthdays. Its fitted at the waist to accent a woman’s figure and Chinese women believe it is good luck to have a handsome gentleman be the first to see them wearing it. Its clear that she wants you to be the first to see her in it!”



“I’m flattered but …” Before he could finish his thought, Li Su beseeched him. “I’ll be busy all morning with the team preparing them for their interviews with you. Would you please at least stop by and wish her happy birthday in person and see her in the dress?”



“Wow, that must really be a special dress and omen!”



“Oh yes, the dress has powerful omens. It has buttons on the right side from the ankle all the way to the hip. If a lady likes the gentleman who sees her in it, she unbuttons some of the buttons to let him know. If she would like him to make love to her, she unbuttons them all the way up!”



Laughingly she continued “You don’t have to worry though because my mother is really traditional and quite shy so she’ll probably leave it buttoned. To be perfectly honest I would love it if you gave her an orgasm with your big cock. That would be the best birthday gift I could give her! But I know she’s unlikely to invite you to fuck her and I’m certain you would never force yourself on her. So would you please at least stop by and tell her happy birthday in person? I’m leaving at 9:00 and won’t be back until at least noon.”



“Wow again!” was all Kirk could muster. “You’ve said an awful lot in just a few words but I’ll stop by around 9:30, bring her some flowers and wish her happy birthday.”



“You will?” Li Su said almost screaming “You just made me VERY happy and I’m sure she’ll be delighted!”



As they pulled into the driveway of his hotel Li Su’s excitement was still palpable. “I’ll tell her to expect you at 9:30!” With that, she leaned across the console, hugged his neck tightly and gave him a deep passionate kiss. “You are the best!” she exclaimed when she finally loosened her grip. Kirk exited the car as watched as she gleefully roared away.



Kirk showered and slept soundly before being awakened by the 8:00 alarm. He stretched his arms above his head and did a mental review of his day’s ‘to do’ list. He’d find a florist, pay Li Su’s mom a quick visit and then return to his room to knock out some work. In 45 minutes he’d visited the hotel florist and was en route.



The door swung open almost immediately in response to his soft knock. He was struck, dazzled really, at the sight before him. The dress was indeed beautiful and was being worn by a strikingly beautiful lady. Her eyes widened in surprise when he offered her the flowers and wished her “Happy Birthday!” Seemingly overwhelmed, she stepped back to let him in and stared at the flowers with tears forming in her eyes. “Thank you, thank you!” she said as she reached up to hug his neck.



“Have a seat. I must find a vase for my pretty birthday flowers!” He sat on the sofa as she, constrained by the fitted dress that was buttoned to her ankles, almost shuffled to the kitchen.



She returned walking a bit more naturally due to unbuttoning her dress to mid-calf. She thanked Kirk again for the flowers as she sat on the loveseat across from him. Casually crossing her legs, she bent to unsnap another button.



“You have made this a special birthday for me because you are the first to see me in my special dress!”



“I have to say that it is a lovely dress and that you are very attractive in it. It’s perfect on you!”



She suppressed a giggle by covering her mouth. As her should shook in laughter Kirk noticed that her breasts were moving freely beneath the red cloth. “She’s not wearing a bra again” he thought and offered another compliment. “You look so attractive in your birthday dress, may I take a picture of you in it?”



Her slight hesitation made Kirk think he’d somehow offended her but she soon put him at ease. “I would love that but I need to do something first.” Before he could inquire, she bent and unfastened two more buttons revealing her leg almost to her knee. Thinking to himself “She’s not as shy as her daughter thinks” Kirk took his phone from his jacket pocket and took a couple of shots of her. The first was of her perfectly made up face, the next with her sitting with her hands chastely in her lap. He then asked her to stand before a gorgeous decorative screen near Li Su’s fireplace. She smilingly complied as he took a front shot of her. She turned and gave him a shot of her left profile and obliged his request for a shot of her right profile showcasing her lower leg through the partially unbuttoned slit.



He was pleasantly surprised when she asked him to wait as she bent over and unbuttoned another button. Having learned from Li Su the implication of the buttons being undone, he expected her to stop when her dress opened slightly above her knee. But she continued, loosening one button after another revealing more and more of her toned thigh as she extended her emerging leg. She stopped only when what appeared to be a bow on the hip of her panties was clearly in view.



She then stood proudly at full height, thrust her chest forward and extended her shapely leg. “How’s this?” she asked. Kirk took in the sight from the floor up – wedge slippers … small feet … perfectly manicured red toenails … slender ankles .. shapely calf … well toned tan thigh …



“Perfect!” Kirk replied and thought to himself “She’s damn sure not as traditional or shy as her daughter thinks!” She stared at Kirk’s groin which tented his slacks over his hard cock’s reaction to her unexpected display. Her stare was unblinking as he walked to her side. “You are a beautiful lady!” he whispered as he bent to kiss her cheek. She turned her face quickly and caused their lips to brush. Instead of backing away, she molded herself against his hard cock, guided his hand to her now exposed hip and opened her mouth in invitation to his tongue.



She slowly rolled her hips against his rock hard cock as their tongues dueled inside her warm and enticing mouth. She drew away slightly and looked up into his eyes as her hand snaked between them grabbing his hard on. “Are you going to give me this? It’s the gift I really want and need! Li Su said it was OK if you gave it to me for my birthday!”



A lot of thoughts flashed through Kirk’s mind but saying no to her request was not one of them. Without giving her a verbal response, he lifted her into his arms and walked towards her bedroom. Passing through the doorway let them both take in their ‘soon to be lovers’ reflection in the large mirror next to the bed.



He gently lay her on her back and her legs instinctively opened. As her dress fell away from her athletic legs, Kirk got a full view of a tiny red thong with hand tied bows on each hip. She was so sopping wet that it stuck to her even as he loosened the knots. She lifted her hips as he pulled it away revealing a lush black silky bush tinged with flecks of gray.



He stepped back and quickly stripped down to his silk briefs which displayed a large wet spot over the head of his cock. She gasped aloud as he quickly shed them realizing that her daughter hadn’t manipulated the pictures of it.



He knelt on the bed to help her out of her dress but she stopped him. “No! In Chinese tradition you must put your cock in me first time while I have the dress on!” Eager to please her, and honestly himself too, he began stroking the head of his cock up and down her nether lips to make sure she was wet and could accommodate his size. “Hurry! Don’t make me wait any longer! I’ve been looking at your picture a lot and I need the real thing! I want picture of your cock in me too!”

This is a continuation of a series. Please read chapters one through three first! Enjoy!

This one starts a bit slow, too, but bear with me; you won’t regret it!








Abi and Michael had spent that Saturday at his apartment talking and enjoying each other’s bodies. Michael had gotten Abi to tell him more about her abusive relationship, and though she was usually uncomfortable talking about it, Abi realized that she felt incredibly safe around Michael, and was okay talking to him. They had talked about their budding relationship over lunch, and decided that they would continue to see each other in secret, because they were too close now to stop.



Abi had left and gone back to her dorm after dinner and lied to her roommate about where she’d been, saying she’d had a last minute call from the mother of the children she was a nanny for, asking her to stay the night. She had put on one of Michael’s button-downs and tucked it into her jeans so she didn’t look like she hadn’t changed her clothes (the menswear trend was big at their university), and her roommate bought her story.



In the next few days, Abi and Michael talked but didn’t see each other, both of them busy with papers and work, respectively. But on the day Abi had Michael’s class, she was feeling particularly randy. Dressing that morning, she decided to give Michael a treat. She pulled on a skirt that hit mid-thigh, lightly rubbing herself through it, trying not to think too much about Michael’s cock inside her, lest she get too wet, too early. She put on Michael’s button-down from that Saturday, tying the two sides up beneath her breasts over her camisole, and rolled the sleeves up. Then, leaving the panties that matched her bra in her drawer, Abi grabbed her bag and left her dorm.



By the time Abi got to her history lecture hall, she had planned out exactly what she was going to do, and where she would have to sit to do it. The lecture hall would normally hold about 60 students. Their class, however, was tiny. There were supposed to be about 15 people in it, but only 6 or 7 regularly came, and when Abi got to the hall, only three of her classmates had shown up. Two of them were a couple, and they had sat down together in the very back of the hall, presumably to mess around. Abi started to get angry with them for not paying attention to her favorite teacher, but then she realized that she was about to distract him as much as they were distracting themselves. The other girl had sat two rows up from the couple. Abi wasn’t concerned. That girl always came to class, but almost never paid attention; she always had her headphones in her ears.



Abi waltzed into the lecture hall, going right past the couple in the back, who already had their hands under the two-seater desks, and shot a look at Michael.



He was wearing a blue dress shirt that fit him perfectly, rolled up over his elbows and skimming his biceps. Abi sighed. He was such a man. She tried to focus and not look stupid in front of the other students. “Good Morning, M—” Abi clamped her mouth shut. She couldn’t call him Michael in front of everyone else! She faked a cough. “Excuse me… Dr. Byrnes.”



Michael looked up and his mouth dropped open before he could control it. She was wearing his shirt. She had her hair up in a ponytail at the back of her head, and the curls in it bounced as she walked. Her skirt swished lightly as she walked down to the front, and he could tell that if she sat down with her legs open, he would be able to see straight up it. He hoped to god she would sit in the front row. He felt his cock start to harden in his pants and forced himself to think of anything but his beautiful lover standing in front of him. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to remember what she had even said to him.



“Uh… Good Morning, Abi.”



Abi walked to the very front row and sat down at a desk, smiling internally at what she was planning.



Michael looked down at his watch. 10:00. Time to focus on his lecture, not on Abi’s cleavage or the view up her skirt. This was going to be hard.



Abi put her notebook and a pen on her desk as Michael started to talk, though she had absolutely no intention of taking notes. It was a shame that she wasn’t going to listen, since Michael was lecturing on one of her favorite countries. Oh well. She would just have to ask for a private lesson later…



Michael began his lecture, gesturing up toward the power point that was projected on the board. He tried to concentrate, looking anywhere possible but at Abi. She made his heart race. He didn’t know how he was possibly going to get through the rest of the semester with her looking at him like that through the whole 60 minutes of class each week.



Abi was sitting in her desk, biting her pen and staring at him. When she saw that he was looking, she took the pen in her fingers, licking the end of it, the tip of her tongue lingering on the very end. She looked at Michael. He had stopped talking, under the guise of letting the students finish writing down what was on the slide, but was staring at her mouth, his jaw hanging open. Abi smiled and pushed the pen into her mouth, sucking on it and biting the tip lightly. She pulled it from her mouth and licked it bottom to top once.



Michael was standing in front of the class slack-jawed, hardening painfully. There was no mistaking what Abi was doing. She was giving a pen a blow job. In his class. He realized that his cock was pushing against his slacks and quickly moved behind his podium. That was against his own rule; he believed one needed to move to be an effective lecturer. But this… this was a whole different situation. He reached down and tried to shift his pants to make the bulge less noticeable, but he only succeeded in making himself harder as he tried to continue what he was saying.



Abi was incredibly pleased with herself. She had made Michael retreat behind his podium, something he never did while he was lecturing. She saw him adjust himself and look disappointed; the adjustment had evidently made no difference. Abi knew that he was loving this, and she loved it, too.



She turned around discreetly, pretending to look at the clock, and saw that no one was paying any attention to what was happening at the front of the hall. The couple in the back was giggling quietly with their hands under the table, obviously in each other’s jeans, and the other girl had her head on the desk with head phones in her ears.



Abi decided it was time to kick it up a notch. While Michael was concentrating on his computer screen fixing an error in his presentation, she leaned over and pulled something out of her bag…



Michael fixed the error in his slideshow in less than a minute and turned back toward the class. A strange movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention and his gaze snapped to Abi. She had her hands under the desk, up her skirt. With her left hand she was rubbing her bare mound slowly. In her right she had a black dildo, around 9 inches long.



Michael thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, and his cock out of his slacks.



Abi looked at Michael and a smile spread across her face. She mouthed two words to him: “Keep talking.”



Michael snapped out of his trance and continued with the information on the slide, but his eyes stayed glued to the faux cock in Abi’s hand. He was painfully hard now, to the point that he thought he might actually come in his pants if he rubbed his cock against something accidentally. He hadn’t done that since he was in high school. Abi just… made him weak. As he was thinking what to do about his erection, Abi moved.



Abi couldn’t wait to do this. She was practically dripping now. She felt her fingertips flutter across her clit, the dildo pressing impatiently at her entrance. She tapped her left index finger on her clit, the muscles inside her clenching in rhythm. She stared at Michael. He was talking, but his sentences weren’t really making much sense. His eyes were glued to the view up her skirt. It was time.



Michael stared. She was tapping on her clit, gasping a bit at each tap. She looked up at him suddenly, and then pushed the huge dildo all the way inside her, sighing audibly at the sensation. Michael stopped talking and his mouth fell open. Not only was she masturbating in class, she was fucking herself with a huge cock. This was too much for him. He couldn’t last.



Abi had pushed the dildo into herself, gasping when it hit her g-spot. Her fingers began rubbing her clit harder, making quiet, sloppy sounds. She loved doing this; fucking herself in front of other people. They may have not been watching, but Michael was. And he was practically drooling. He also looked like he was thinking hard as he struggled to continue what he had been saying. Suddenly a light bulb seemed to turn on in his head. He grabbed at his pocket as if his phone was vibrating.



“Oh! Excuse me,” Michael said loudly. The other students looked up, saw him opening his phone, and went back to not paying attention.



Abi knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t going to be able to concentrate at all, so he was faking a call to have an excuse to dismiss the class. She shrugged mentally and kept pleasuring herself. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm; her left hand rubbed furiously at her clit and her left shoved the dildo deep inside her. She wanted desperately to come, but then saw that Michael was coming back.



He cleared his throat. “I apologize, class. It’s usually a policy of mine to not take calls in class. However, I have a family emergency that I need to address promptly, so we will pick up this lecture next week. You are dismissed.” He looked pointedly at Abi, and she winked.



The rest of the class left quickly, the couple glad to leave and—presumably—finish what they started, and the other girl glad to leave in general. Abi stayed put and stared at Michael until the rest of the class had left.



When the door shut behind the couple, Michael walked over to Abi and dragged her to her feet, letting the dildo fall to the floor. He bent and kissed her ravenously, moving his lips from hers to her neck.



She felt his hoarse whisper on her neck. “Jesus fucking Christ, Abi… what were you thinking?”



Abi reached between them and grabbed his cock through his slacks, eliciting a louder grunt than he had ever made with her. She leaned close and looked into his eyes. “I was thinking that I couldn’t wait to fuck you again.”



Michael growled and tipped her head to the side, sucking hard on her neck. He couldn’t control himself. He reached down with his free hand and shoved three fingers inside her and pressed at her clit hard with his thumb.



Abi moaned loudly and shook in his arms. “Harder, Michael. I want to come,” she said, looking urgently into his eyes.



Michael moaned and pressed his thumb into her, rubbing furiously and thrusting his fingers into her g-spot.



“Oh my god, Michael. Oh, OH!”



Abi was shaking in his arms, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He knew she was close; he shoved his fingers against her g-spot one last time, and pressed his thumb on her clit as she shook.



“FUCK, MICHAEL! Ahh!” Abi screamed and her knees went weak. Michael held his hand to her, and suddenly felt a rush of liquid.



Abi stopped shaking and looked down. “Oh my god, Michael! I peed on you!”



Michael pulled his hand from under her skirt and looked at it. “No, you didn’t. You ejaculated, Abi. And I…” He brought his dripping hand to his lips and sucked on a finger. “I love it.” He loved her taste, her smell. He was going to have to ask her for a pair of her panties later.



Abi looked astounded. “I… I did? That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had!”



Michael smiled, then moaned. Abi looked down. His cock was still straining at his slacks.



“Oh, dear, you did like that show, didn’t you?” Abi winked. “I guess I’ll have to take care of that.”



Michael looked a bit hesitant. “You know, you don’t have to… I don’t want to keep you. I can get my rocks off all by myself, I’m a big boy.” He forced a smile.



She put her hands up to his face and looked up into his eyes. “Let me take care of you.”



Michael melted. She kneeled down and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and pulled his straining cock from its confines. When she touched it, he practically jumped back. He was so sensitive, her touch almost hurt.



“Uh… Abi, I’m… I’m not going to last.” He looked guilty.



“Jesus Christ, Michael, that’s what you were worried about? That you would come too fast? I’ve been sitting here fucking myself with a dildo. It’s understandable. It’s okay. I’ve already had mine. It doesn’t matter to me how fast or slow you are. And even if I hadn’t already come, I know that you’d never stop without getting me off. I love you, Michael; come whenever you need to.”



Michael looked down at Abi. Her hair was tousled, her makeup smeared. She looked beautiful, nonetheless. “I love you, Abi.”



Abi smiled and took his cock into her mouth, smearing the pre-come around his cock with her tongue. He moaned and bucked his hips. Abi knew he was going to come soon, no matter what she did, so she decided to make it better for him. She grabbed his balls in her free hand and rolled over her fingers, pushing them up toward his body. With his balls taken care of, she concentrated on his cock. After withdrawing it for a moment to brush her bottom lip over the tip of his cock, she plunged it deep down her throat and made a swallowing motion around it.



“FUCK, Abi! Oh, oh, oh my GOD! FUCK!” Michael grunted loudly and came, thrusting his hips into her, fucking her face with his cock. His come ran straight down Abi’s throat, and she swallowed, encouraging him to give more. When the sensation became too great, he pulled his hips back and gasped for air.



Abi stood up and kissed him. He could taste his own come in her mouth as their tongues danced. When she finally pulled away, his cock had partially deflated, and he tucked himself back inside his slacks and zipped up.



Abi straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair. The dildo lay on the floor, stained with her juices. She bent to pick it up, being sure to bend at the waist, exposing her ass.



“Jesus, Abi. You keep doing that and I’ll have to fuck you right here.”



Abi stood up with the dildo and held it up. “Sorry, but it looks like you have a bit of competition, Dr. Byrnes.”



“I think I’d rather it be a partner than competition,” Michael said as she slipped it and her books back into her bag.



Abi grabbed Michael’s shirt and pulled him close. She stood on her toes and whispered in his ear.



“Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll let you use it on me some time.”



To be continued…

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