Sheryl
Why do her words feel like a sharp pang? Like I've lost something I never truly possessed? I needed to regain my composure. Obviously, this privileged young woman simply wanted to have some fun with someone from a different background before her marriage. A final little adventure. Well, I'd give her something to remember before she said "I do." I told myself this, but it was a lie. I wanted her for myself.
Grabbing her by the arm, I started pulling her towards the back of the club. I only felt a slight protest, but she quickly matched my pace and came along willingly. I pulled her down the long hallway that led out to a back alley, but instead of going out there, I opened the door to the back storage room and pulled her inside. There was just a single lightbulb overhead, and once I turned it on, I closed the door behind us and locked it. The room was full of cleaning supplies, a bucket, and a mop. It was a small, cluttered room, and just about perfect for what I wanted from her.
I turned to look at my Duchess and saw her eyes were a little wide with fear. "What is it you want, Dr Davies?"
"I want you to keep that sash on while you bring me to climax." My words were raw and arrogant, but I didn't care. She wanted to be used and have a fling; I was going to get what I could. Never mind what my heart was telling me. I'd ignore it for now.
Her little tongue came out and licked her lips, like she was preparing, but she shook her head. I let out a short laugh and invaded her personal space.
"Are you trying to tell me no? You couldn't seem to find that word earlier today either, Duchess." I undid my belt and then my scrubs. I kept eye contact with her as I reached into my underwear and pulled out my hard self. I wrapped my large hand around it and stroked it a few times. "You want to experience something different with a man from a different side of town before you tie the knot, then you better get down and attend to it, Duchess." I needed those eager lips.
"It's not like that," she said, licking her lips again and looking down between us. Her eyes grew wide when she saw how ready I was, and I felt my body respond as she started to reach out towards it. Before she made contact, she looked up at me hesitantly. She had to have done this plenty of times, so I didn't know why she was nervous. She needed to engage and open up. I was intensely aroused because of her, and she needed to fix it.
The thought of her with other men made me so incredibly jealous. I'd never felt this kind of raw anger before, and it was driving me crazy. Normally, I was a laid-back guy who didn't get caught up in women, but one sight of this little thing, and I was being led around by my desires. The sight of her sash and the words 'Bride-To-Be' written across it made me even madder.
I reached out, quickly snatching her wrist. "You ran out so fast on me earlier, I didn't get your name. Why don't you use that sweet little tongue of yours to reveal it to me?"
Her mouth opened in shock, but I saw her pupils dilate, the gray darkening as a shiver went down her back. She could fight it all she wanted, but she loved the suggestive talk. If this was all I could have of her, I'd take it and deal with the consequences later. I had to reach my limit before I burst, and this was all her fault. Time for her to pay up.
Slowly, she nodded her head and ran her hands down my chest and stomach, making me dislike my shirt as she moved lower down my body and got on her knees in front of me.
I held myself out for her, and I watched as she reached out and took it from my shaking hands. I felt a tremble go through my body at the same time, and I didn't know why I reacted to her the way I did. I didn't have any control over my need, and it was maddening.
"Open up, Duchess. I want you to appreciate that sash you're wearing." She opened her mouth, and I reached down, grabbing her soft blonde hair in both hands. She looked up at me through her long black lashes just as the tip of my body touched her lips. "And when you bring me to completion, I want you to accept my release so that when you go back to that individual you're going to marry, you've got me within you."
A white pearl of release beaded at the end of my penis and dropped onto her bottom lip. She licked it up, and I felt her warm tongue against me, and it made another white pearl appear. She wiggled the point of her tongue into the opening as if she was trying to get all of the flavor she could. When I saw a bit of release coat her tongue, she closed her eyes and moaned at my taste.
At the sight, I almost lost it. "Damn," I moaned, closing my eyes tightly and trying to think about baseball. I didn't want it to be over yet. Jesus, I didn't ever want it to be over.
Suddenly, I felt her warm mouth open wide over me, and she took me in. I looked down, and the sight made me grip her hair tighter. I felt her tongue licking the underside of me, and it massaged more release out of me.
The thick vein underneath was pulsing, and I knew she was getting thick drop after thick drop of my cum in her mouth.
It turned me on to think of myself inside her, and having her on her knees in front of me gave me power.
"Goddamn, Duchess. You give such good attention to my monster. I think you might drain my seeds." I felt her giggle around me, and the feeling went straight to my core.
She had a mouth made for pleasure, and I started to pump my hips a little while holding her hair. I moved in and out of her mouth, and she just knelt there, taking it.
Her hands came up to stroke the length of my monster she couldn't get in her mouth, and she gripped me there, rubbing up and down as I kept up my shallow thrusts, her mouth open and taking what I gave her.
I wanted this to last forever, but her mouth was too sweet.
It was too hot and too good, and I wouldn't last much longer. I could feel her excitement while she was pleasuring me, and I could see her body moving to her own rhythm. She was turned on by this, and knowing that took me to the edge. Very. Fast.