Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

She felt him stir beneath her, waking from his slumber, and as his eyes met hers, she winked. Pleased with herself, Charlotte continued to suckle his firm turgid length, her mouth sliding along his shaft slowly as though she was savoring the taste. She felt his nudge, her eyes catching his, and her lower body gracefully moved into the position he wanted, her heated slit hovering above his lips. It wasn't that Charlotte particularly liked sucking a man's cock, but for Paul she thought she could do anything. With a willful moan, she sank lower on his cock, this time giving him her throat, and he answered the challenge. She gasped, the soft breath hitting his cock, when his teeth found the hoop of her piercing, causing her to grow even wetter as his teasing exposed the sensitive little bundle of nerves. Suddenly he was caressing her clit with his tongue, causing her to moan against his cock, vibrating her lips and tongue as she bobbed her head against him. It felt beyond amazing, and she found herself closing her eyes as she continued to please him. If her mouth had not been occupied with his cock she would've begged for more, but instead her hips spoke for her, moving slowly as she sucked more firmly. She was drenched, the wetness coated his fingers as they found their way into her hot tight pussy, and she moaned again, this time much longer as he found her g-spot, massaging it and making her want to orgasm right then and there, but still she held out, her mouth dropping lower. She swallowed, her throat milking his cock, and she suddenly tasted his cum. Again and again she swallowed, taking all of him in. Charlotte reveled in her victory, and it seemed that Paul was not short of prizes. His tongue and fingers sent shock waves through her, each touch to her g-spot bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she could hold back no longer. Her release shuddered through her, and she felt herself grow weak, barely able to maintain her position. Soon she crawled up to rest her head on his chest, her eyes closing slightly as he held her. Hungry? She laughed softly, her fingers gracefully running over his chest. She let him lead her to the kitchen, completely naked, and she watched him tie on apron to protect himself from the grease. Her eyes widened as he confessed that he had been a cook. Never would've guessed. She watched him cook, and then sat across from him as they ate and chatted. Paul, I'd like to, well, I'd like to go to cooking school. You'd never believe it, but I have a degree in culinary arts, I finished in two years because I took so many dual credit classes in high school. I was all set to go to cooking school after graduation, but Roger, well he screwed that up. I always wanted to be a world class chef. But it was his confession that shocked her, and she bit her lip softly. He had hand picked her, before the contest, before any of it, he'd wanted her. She wasn't sure how she felt about that at first, but a part of her was pleased, flattered that he wanted her that much. And he was suggesting that she would no longer want to stay, not since she was free Charlotte admitted that the thought crossed her mind. Without Roger, she didn't need this arrangement. But she wanted it she found herself admitting that she wanted to stay. I'll stay. If you still want me, I'll stay. I'd like to continue. Her bright eyes met his, and she was smiling the same soft smile she'd worn we they met.