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He could just see her on that secluded beach front. The day was nice and warm, but the water was still too cold to swim and so they just lay next to each other on the sand with the hot summer sun lulling them and drugging then-bodies. He remembered the smell of her skin as it baked in the sun and the painfully throbbing erection he got when he glanced at her voluptuous, almost naked body. It had been very early in their relationship and he hadn't dared to do anything except turn and try to hide the enormous bulge beneath the flimsy material of his trunks. His long rigid penis seemed to bury itself relentlessly in the sand. He didn't know what to do. Then Stella turned on her side to face him, and one of her proud young breasts sprang out accidentally from behind her brassiere. He stared incredulously at it while his lust-swollen cock wormed itself deeper into the warm sand. Was Stella pretending to ignore the fact of her nakedly exposed breast with its swelling pink bud' pointing straight into his eyes ... or was she really unaware that she was driving him wildly insane. Anyway, George lay there, unable to move or to tear his eyes away from the mouth-watering sight, propped up on his elbows until his entire body shook with raging, uncontrollable desire. Unable to withhold a groan, he let his head fall sideways, and his wetly trembling lips locked on the mocking red nipple that had so mercilessly taunted him.

Stella flinched at his sudden attack, but made no effort to pull away. He sucked wetly and noisily, nibbling with a growing hunger and excitement as he buried his face in the fleshy valley between her breasts and smelled her sun tan oil and the incredibly arousing odor of her perspiration. Groaning louder, he pushed his nose inside the cup of her brassiere and his mouth found the second lushly ripened breast, still cool from its cover and as yet unexcited. It didn't take long for the tiny pink nipple to grow rigidly erect as his tongue licked it over and over, wetly caressing it and causing it to quiver back and forth. He simply had not been prepared for anything like this; even though he had been dreaming about it for some nights . .. and in the excitement of feeling her come alive under him, his cock buckled! It gave out on him! He wanted to scream in anger as that first spurt of impatient sperm spewed into his trunks and drained into the sand. His wildly jerking cock continued to spew and the jets of cum that followed were easier as they wringed his body from one end to the other with twists of pleasure. Then he felt the sand-covered head of his penis retreating like a tortoise into its shell. George felt himself spent and exhausted as, with a long sigh, he unfastened his hungrily sucking lips for the first time from Stella's quivering young breast. He felt at once embarrassed and relieved, and just lay flat on his chest until the sand absorbed all the moistness of his cum and he could sit upright again.

Stella had not said a word the whole time, but when he sat up and faced her, she said plainly: "Do you feel better?"

He just nodded and when he looked up again, she was smiling as if a great pressure had been removed. It was then he realized that she had not known how to react. Had he had more presence of mind and given her a little guidance, he could have had whatever he wanted from her. That was the most important lesson he learned - he was the man and she would follow his lead. If he failed to take the lead, it would always end like this, with his hot cum being swallowed by dry sand instead of her moistly clasping womb.

After that day he always made the first approach ... if she refused, it was all right and he never felt hurt. But sometimes, he learned, she would refuse at first... and keep resisting all the while she was becoming aroused and wanting to yield to him. This was also part of the game. He would coax her a little, insistently teasing her neck and ears with his tongue, lightly running his hand over her neck and ears with his tongue, lightly running his hand over her firmly rounded breasts and up between her thighs. Soon she was trembling and begging him to do what he wanted with her. It had been that way the first time he'd tried to suck her down there, in her sweet little pussy.

God! He had been dying to have it like that in his mouth for a long time, but he didn't know how she would react. The thought drove him mad at nights, and in his dreams he would conjure up the most tempting scenes - always of Stella sitting on a couch and with a wanton smile on her lips asking him to do her "a favor". Then to his amazement she would open her long lithe legs very slightly, enough for him to see she was wearing nothing under her short skirt. She would motion with her finger for him to kneel down before her, and then before his feverish eyes she would seductively raise her skirt until her full firm thighs showed naked before him and the curtain of flesh that concealed her succulent little cunt would open as her legs voluntarily spread further apart. In his dream he was, himself, expertly tucking his fingers under the fleshy hair-lined cuntal lips and gently spreading them aside to expose the coral richness of her wetly heated pussy. He saw himself teasing her little pink clitoris with his forefinger and thumb as he watched with delight the tortured expression of passion on her face. He would keep it up until she was loudly begging him to suck it, to eat her. Even in his dream he moved in slow motion. His lips and tongue would zero in on the hotly pulsing clitoris and begin to wetly massage it as she shrieked out her pleasure. But not until her shapely white thighs began wildly quivering on each side of his head would he move his taunting tongue from her throbbing red nerve bud to the clutching mouth of her cunt. Then he would plunge his tongue deeply into her wetly dilating crevice feeling her body stiffen and her hips lunge up to meet his mouth. His long wet tongue would make obscene sucking noises as he slithered it in and out of her shamelessly gyrating cunt, staining his face with her vaginal secretions and swallowing her richness until her whole body shook uncontrollably . . . and then with a long, low moan she would cum. Every time he woke up after this dream he found himself wet with his own seminal fluid, and would have to get up, cursing, to change his shorts. It was like being fourteen again and having wet dreams every night. But he couldn't help it! He was obsessed with Stella and his need to taste her cunt.

When it actually happened for real, it was nothing like the dream. Stella certainly didn't act like any Mata Hari. If anything, she was evasive and even adamant, and George had to work hard at convincing her to close her eyes and let him take over. He wouldn't have been able to do it without the help of some liquor - he had found out that a little Scotch made Stella bolder and less inhibited. So he owed his triumph partly to trickery. In the end it didn't matter because of the real triumph he scored with her: She had loved it and ever since, oral sex had become part of their love routine, if it could ever be called routine.

It had been on their regular Saturday night at the movies, but unlike the other nights they had stopped at a local bar and had a couple of drinks. They had joked and laughed together and he had felt bolder than ever. Tonight had to be the night, he thought, and it excited him. The walk up to her third-floor apartment seemed interminable and he impatiently pushed her ahead of him. Once inside the door and still in the dark, George grabbed her and felt her sensually ripened body melt against his strong chest. His hands roamed freely over her voluptuousness, feeling every exciting curve, every fleshy hill and valley. Pressed between the wall and his chest, Stella didn't protest, only mumbled slightly drunkenly as his hands explored her. He was so hot that his impatiently throbbing cock jerked in his pants, but his tongue was even wilder in desire. Unable to hold on any longer he carried her across the room in the dark to the corner couch and sat her before him. Her dress had a tight skirt and to squeeze himself between her knees he had to raise the skirt. When Stella felt his hands moving stealthily up the sides of her thighs she tried shifting her weight to prevent any further advance. But nothing could contain him that night. He was wild with passion and the lust engendered by his fingers as they felt the warmness of her naked inner thighs drove him into greater frenzy. When his hand finally reached the elastic leg bands of her panties Stella put down her hands and moved her head sideways negatively, repeating only one sentence: "We can't. We can't."

He would always remember how he had finally persuaded her liquor-dazed mind. He reassured her and promised that he would do nothing she disliked, but by that time he already had her dress bunched up around her hips. She had refused again, but he kept talking soothingly, relaxingly while his hands slowly and gently tugged her little white nylon panties down. Pulling them from under her softly rounded buttocks, while feeling the tantalizing closeness of her pussy, was sheer torture for him, but he had kept doggedly on until the panties came down to her knees. He couldn't see well, but it didn't matter. The smell of her warmly waiting cunt, acrid and sweet and only inches away made his nostrils flare wantonly. It was then he pulled her forward by her hips so that his body could wedge itself between her knees. He whispered on her mouth something to the effect of "close your eyes and let me take over. I won't harm you." He didn't wait for an answer and just simply pulled her forward by the waist so that the velvety wet "vee" of her warmly perfumed pussy was poised at the edge of the couch.

He was panting like a dog as his trembling hands anxiously parted the softly curling pubic hair and spread her fleshy cuntal lips. His face fell hungrily forward and his tongue speared out to jab at the gleaming pink tip of her excitedly throbbing clitoris. Stella jumped nervously, but George's strong hands on her hips held her in place while his expertly probing tongue violated the wet sanctity of her pussy. His tongue lashed up and down her grinding cuntal crevice, feeling the moist velvet warmth from her tiny bulging clitoris to the hotly pulsing mouth of her vagina. Stella's eyes were closed now in rapture, and her long hair fell away from her slender neck as her head rotated uncontrollably. She was moaning low and deep and sucking in her breath every time she felt his tongue pass wetly over and around her sensitive clitorial bud. His tongue began searching for the naturally sucking warmth of her tight little pussy. Stella's legs trembled involuntarily at the side of his head as the hot tip of his tongue pushed tentatively into her excitedly pulsating vagina.

Tasting for the first time what he'd been dreaming about for weeks, George was seized with a delirium that far surpassed his dreams, and he immediately shoved the length of his tongue as far as it would go into the squirming wet cunt before him. He opened his lust-dazed eyes and dimly saw Stella's pink little clitoris and her curling blonde pussy hairs tickling and curling around his nose. His tongue worked gluttonously around in the smooth cuntal walls, and his mouth made lewd sucking sounds as he attempted to pull in her inner juices. His painfully throbbing cock jerked and lunged in his pants at each of Stella's long low moans of rapture, and he shuffled further forward on his knees wanting to get even closer to her hot furnace of lust. On and on he went, giving her no peace ... until with a shrill cry of wanton pleasure she grabbed his head convulsively and began cumming. Her building hot orgasm burned itself into his impatiently plunging tongue and he sucked in every savory drop of her cum. His hand left her hip and dropped quickly to milk his rock hard penis and he came gushing, soaking his shorts and his pants. Ah . . . yes .. . that had been the first night...

Unaware that he. was smiling in recollection and that a noticeable bulge had developed below his zipper, George caressed the lewd picture that hung in his mind. Stella brought him suddenly back to reality with a tender kiss on his ear and a repeated question:

"Well, does that satisfy you?"

"Hardly", he answered sarcastically, referring to his dream and not at all to the long explanation she had just wound out to justify her absence on company business the following week.

"What?" She said, looking a little startled.

"Just what I said... 'the Hell it does, honey'."

With that, George jumped up from the couch and rushed menacingly toward her. Stella recoiled instinctively backward - not that she had any intention of fighting him. After all, she had been looking forward to a nice end to their date - and there was nothing better than going to bed together, but his sudden jump and threatening look momentarily took her aback.

This always amused and excited George. It was funny that after months of knowing each other intimately she could still be surprised by his moves. It was like playing cat and mouse every time he wanted to make love, even if they went at it for two days in a row. He liked the game because there was nothing that disgusted him more than making love as if it were a routine thing. He liked to come on strong each time, and tonight it would be no different.

He strode slowly up to her, giving Stella a few seconds to recover from her first reaction. But still she stood as if frozen by the intense look in his eyes. To her he was both Svengali and common horny sailor, and the awesome mixture at once frightened her and made her blood churn and her legs quiver with excitement.

His attitude now was dominating and possessive; he was looking her over, sizing her up, scrutinizing every plane and curve of her ripe young body. His look made Stella feel like a whore being eyed on the street, and at first she blushed, but then she drew herself up straight to face him. A quick toss of her head threw her long blonde hair loosely back over her shoulders, accentuating her magnificently rounded breasts and the proudly held arch in her back. Her right hand was clenched in a fist and lodged in the curve of her waist as Stella shifted her position to give a better view of the entire length of her incredibly long legs. By God, if he wanted a whore, he was going to get one! Let him look her over and want her as badly that his balls ached. Just let him look!

"How much?" he whispered tersely in her ear.

"That depends on what you have to offer," she answered with almost the perfect impersonal hauteur of the professional street walker.

Not bad, he thought, as he pulled her left hand. The girl is handling herself like a top notch pro. He pulled one of her hands down to his zipper and pressed it harshly to his already throbbing cock.

"How's that for size, baby?"

The prim young secretary was nearly thrown off her course as she felt the familiar hardness of his warmly pulsating penis against her hand. It was always like this: Stiff and bulging in his pants, as if he couldn't wait one more minute to ram it into her. Now she could even feel it growing directly under her fingers, stretching the material of his pants leg. The question had been unnecessary. She knew his size very well, especially when he was deep inside her, jerking and leaping like a wild animal stretching every inch of her ecstatically quivering cuntal walls. But she had to keep the game up. She really wanted to see how it would end. After all, she had played the chicken, the innocent, the surprised, even the raped, but she had never played the "connoisseur" before. The thought excited her as she remembered stories she had heard about prostitutes and what some men made them do.

She remembered one particular story that had shocked her when she first heard it, and its depravity had left it embedded in her memory. She had overheard it from a couple of half-drunken men talking in a booth next to hers while she was waiting for George at their usual bar. The men weren't talking very softly, and what had first caught her attention were the expressions they were using - "pussy" and "twat" and "slit" and "cunt". Although shocked and disturbed, she couldn't help but listen as they talked about picking up a woman at a friend's party and deciding to fuck her in their car. They'd made her lie on her stomach over the front seat so that half her body was on the rear seat and the other half hung lightly onto the front. In that position one had rammed his cock into her pussy from behind and the other had had himself sucked at the same time, both in relative comfort. Stella remembered how they had laughed saying they had fucked the bitch silly. Stella wondered if $20 had been enough for the effort.

The incident raced in a flash through Stella's mind, but now she still stood there with her hand pressed against George's loins and his question hanging unanswered in the air. How was that for size: It was great for size, but the little would be prostitute knew that she had to answer without seeming to be conscious of it. She had known it the minute he asked, as if a thousand generations of women raised their heads inside her to give her the reply.

"Well, shall we give it a try," she answered him finally and offhandedly with an assumed air of generosity she knew would arouse every fiber in his body.

His eyes flashed instantly with the fury of the slighted conqueror and then narrowed with determination. His normally full lips paralleled themselves like razor edges, but instead of speaking, he swept Stella up in one motion and quickly carried her into the bedroom as if she weighed nothing. He didn't bother to turn on the light when he came in and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. There was more than enough light coming from the living room for him to see what he wanted to see. Stella fell where her fiance.dropped her, bouncing up off the mattress and rolling on her side to keep from falling off. Her short dress had slid up her thighs, showing clearly the enticing smoothness of her long naked legs. But by this time George was beyond reflecting over Stella's build; he needed meat now to calm his animal rage ... and he knew just exactly where that warmly pulsating meat was located. But first he was going to play this game right. With a whore you didn't have to be loving or gentle; they were paid for their job and time was money for them. He was going to see how good a prostitute she could be for him. He waited until she turned her face to him and then slowly undid his zipper and took his long thick cock from behind the cloth wall that had held it tame until now.

"O.K. baby, give it a big, fat chance, and suck it," he smirked at her with contempt.

Stella was taken aback by his rough manner and by the wildly throbbing penis that stretched out in front of her, only inches from her suddenly uncertain face. He stood defiantly before her, his hips poised forward to give a better leverage to the blue-veined cock which stood stiffly out in front of him. She blinked at the spear of flesh, almost in non-recognition, trying to regain her composure. It didn't work. She could sense his impatience, and if she didn't act fast the whole thing might end right there. She didn't want that. She wanted to show him she could be his whore whenever he wanted. But for that she had to have him moaning at her feet with desire ... suddenly she was slithering down in the bed. Her hand stretched out to encircle his massively heated shaft and to stroke the loose foreskin slowly up and down as she sat up on the bed before him. Her hand never stopped its tormenting massage and George, involuntarily began to move his hips in rhythmic cadence to her manipulations.

Stella heard him suck his breath sharply as she lowered her head, her tiny pink tongue popping out to-flick its tip into the small wet slit at the top of the blood-inflated head. She saw his muscles contract and stiffen as she tantalizingly brought her wetly ovalled lips down... down... enclosing his sensitive hardness in a moist, warm pressure.

With the corner of her eye she watched his hands clenching involuntarily into a fist as her lips tightened about the lust-swollen cock-head. She let the warm moistness of her mouth caress the pulsing tip, and then her tongue began laving the underside of the knobby head. She worked her tongue wetly over him, imprisoning him beyond her ovally sucking lips so that he could not escape the pleasure.

"Oh God!" George heard himself moan, against his will, at the pleasure chills that were running up and down his excitedly trembling body.

Stella smiled at the manly groan and kept bobbing her face up and down the thick shaft of his cock as her hands dropped to cup and massage the soft, velvety skin of his balls; while with the other she pinched gently with thumb and forefinger at the base of his pulsating penis. Without a break she began to suck steadily, rhythmically up and down with a little twisting motion of her swirling tongue on the upstroke. She flicked it maddeningly in and around its tiny hole until she felt his loins tense under the strain of trying to keep under control. She was winning, she thought. Winning with top honors and the sucking noises she herself made began to excite her own body, lighting a tiny fire up between her legs.

She began to suck a little harder, nipping now and then with her small white teeth. Now George couldn't contain the grunts of delight coming from his mouth. He was almost beyond himself when she reached out for his buttocks bringing his loins tighter to her face. Her tongue now began slashing furiously at his pulsating hardness as he watched his wetly glistening cock appear, then disappear into her tightly compressed lips. He could see the pink ridges of her lips being pulled from her mouth as her lips tightly clung to the thick shaft of his cock. The hot breath from her nostrils taunted the hairs of his balls as she lowered her head absorbing his long, throbbing penis into her gluttonous throat. .. bobbing up and down, up and down . . . sucking madly . . . and massive spirals of churning pressure began to build in his cum-filled balls as he stiffened. Now he knew he was lost and putting his hands to the sides of her sweating temples he thrust his cock up at her, driving it even further into her moistly sucking mouth.

"Oh, Jeeeessssuuuuss, my Lord!" he moaned, babbling more incoherent words as he clenched his teeth and drew his lips back savagely because . . . because ... he felt his sperm-bloated balls ready to explode and let the foaming male liquid spurt forth from his aching cock head. It was time... it was time now ... he was going to cum right in the hungry sucking mouth that had milked him completely of will power until he was nothing more than a mass of lust quivering flesh in her hands.

He groaned gutturally: "Aaaaaaggghhh!"

His throat and mouth were dry as his pumping balls began to force the hot white sperm in wild jerking spurts up in long streams, causing her cheeks to bloat and hollow as she swallowed rapidly the thick deluging gushes to keep from choking. He wound his hands in her hair as she continued to suck frantically while he shot his hot load of semen into her throat. .. clutching at her head . . . finally locking his fingers behind it and thrusting his massively spewing cock even further and further into her soft warm mouth. Until at last he was empty.

He let her go free so she could catch her breath, but she continued to suck, gently now as his finally spent rod grew limp against her tongue and she hungrily lapped the last drop from its retreating tip.

George stood for a few seconds before he felt his knees buckle under him and he let his body fall sideways across his fiancee onto the bed. Stella crawled up beside him and kissed him wetly and passionately on the lips, sensuously running her tongue over his teeth and into his mouth as if exploring and discovering, for the first time, all its hidden recesses.

"How much?" he said sighing.

"Nothing, that was on the house," she laughed knowing she had her handsome fiance wrapped around her finger. "Free sample."