Crimes
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She was messing with him, the bitch. This wasn’t turning out the way things had promised. He’d thought he was onto a good thing. He’d abandoned his fears about having his throat slit. Or losing his tackle. After all, if she was that interested, she was hardly going to have them worn on a necklace round her neck, was she?
She’d touched him up. Feeling him up, bent over his body, her womanhood against his head. He couldn’t see what she was up to, hidden by the fold of her body over him. The proximity of her heat told him, though. Like hell was he feeling that. His body was showing obvious signs of interest. She’d suckled on his nipple to get it hard, tongue and lips driving his urges all the way down to his legs. She only had to look up to see he was inviting her. Seductively she slid her hand down, languorously, pulse-raisingly slowly .. over the sharp edges of his belly muscle. Taking her time there, enjoying herself, raising his heart beat. Playfully toying with him, he thought. He liked that, he bet she did too. She’d paused. Had she just glanced up? Had she raised her eyes and spotted his firm welcoming come-on? Her finger tip stayed circling over his navel. Before a slow hair-raising downward slide. A finger reached into his hair, circled it, playing there, teasing him. His hardness gave a lurch. He swallowed down a gasp. Getting his hopes up. He couldn’t see. But there was no doubt what the rest of him was up too.
Then she’d left him. She’d fucking-well left him. Unexpectedly. She leaned back up. She pushed herself up off him. Moved off, moved away. No warning. She just walked away. Without a word, without a glance. He was dumbfounded … she simply stood up. And went over to a big chair. She fucking-walked away. Abandoned him. His body racing, his boner raging. She got him excited, eager, panting for it, expecting. And gone! She left him, boner pulsating, blood racing. Fucking-walked away. He gasped at the sudden absence, he groaned. He swallowed down his raging excitement. Not understanding. Gulping down the unexpected disappointment. At being abandoned. At the sudden loss of her allure. Robbed of her female scent.
Wide-eyed he watched. Not believing. She plonked herself on a wide throne, half turned away from him, nestling into the animal skins draped on it. Not understanding, frowning, with astonishment he watched. Open-mouthed he saw her settle into prosaically examining her nails. After what had just been about to get going! She could just switch herself off! Disappointed, frustrated .. Kull was lost for words. What had happened? She’d worked him up, got him going. She’d got herself going .. yeah …. Look. He watched. Her hand had gone to her breasts. He could see her fondling herself, her thumb was flicking through near-see-through cloth at her hard nipple.
Come back. That’s my job … the thought flashed through his head, still disappointed he managed a slight smile. Get yourself back over here, girl. I’ll show you how. He was about to joke with her, not piecing together that his hands were tied, fondling her was not an option …. when a man approached the stone. He touched Kull’s erect cock. WHAT! Instinctively Kull recoiled. What the …!
Was that the same guy who’d been at him earlier, peeled back his foreskin when Kull’s head was still in the bag. Some flabby prick. …. And …..?
He bent forward, head over Kull’s hard-on. Kull gasped in shock. Lips on his cock. Fuck off! The man’s mouth. A MAN’S lips! On his cock. Kull protested.
“No you don’t!”
But he did. His tongue flitted around Kull’s dome. What the fucking hell! His tongue stroked feather-light, it flickered to the peak. No, you fucking don’t! The tip of his tongue danced around the slit, it tickled over the two little bumps either side. Noooo! Not a guy. Get that fucking prick-teaser bitch back here!
Despite his disgust, though, Kull felt an urgent tremor of lust seep the length of his body and flutter in his throat. What the ….? She had got his body going, he hadn’t calmed back down still. And now it was a man keeping him going, a man, a fucking-man. Messing with him. Surprisingly, though, a great rush of craving flooded his cock. From a man licking at the tip of his manhood! Noooo. Not giving it to a man. He was not submitting to a man. And YET …. Kull was bursting with the need to cum. Sick. Insane. And needy as fuck!
Wrong. All wrong. This was not the way it was supposed to be. He glanced over at the woman. Taking no notice, not even a glance his way at his gasp of protest. That guy’s tongue kept up its feather-light stroking, the urges in him building, so strong he had to swallow to take on air. Almost suffocated now with desire, with need trembling in his thighs. Circling his piss-slit. She wasn’t alerted by the unwanted moan of desire that escaped his throat, she didn’t spare him a glance. Jolts of lust were sparking off his cockhead. But no rubbing, no friction, not enough to make him cum. But needy as hell. Fuck! Fuck! Get back over here, girl. Fucking get on with it! Bitch!
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