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Elton became more and more aroused. He loved feeling Sandy's spur cock in his mouth. He wondered what it would feel like to be fucked in the arse. He wished Sandy would shove her finger up his arse hole. "Please, please shove your finger up my arse hole?"

Sandy slapped the back of Elton's head again and said, "Suck! Suck! I don't want to hear any shit. All I want to do is to be sucked. And when you are done sucking me I think I'll let you vacuum the living room rug. Take your cock out and hold it in your hand. I want to look down on it, while you're sucking me."

Elton continued his sucking and tongue lashing of Sandy's pussy. He laid to one side and held his cock in his left hand. It was still only half-hard, but it was dripping wet. He wished that Sandy would touch his cock, but she made no move to do so. Elton ground his hips in a circle and his cock became more wet with his drippings by the second. He felt Sandy's cunt gash and grind against his bruised lips. The spur cock lodged underneath the soft part of his mouth and he sucked harder, "Slurp. Slurp. Slurp."

Sandy continued to buck and writhe underneath Elton's working mouth.

Elton's lips nipped and kissed her pussy lips. The inside ones and the outside ones. His teeth nipped and nibbled all over Sandy's hot wet box. The bucking and grinding became more furious and frantic.

Sandy reached down and grabbed Elton's ball sac. She pulled hard-on his scrotum, trapping both balls in the bottom of the sac. He screamed and her spasms made her twist and pull Elton's balls. "Eiiiiii. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'll twist your fucking balls off. I'll twist your fucking balls off."

Elton felt Sandy's powerful cunt contractions and with each contraction he felt her hand twist harder on his brutalized balls. The pain was intense and whatever hardness he had, left him. He moaned, "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."

Elton's mouth was still cupped, like a suction cup over Sandy's hot clitoris and she screamed, "I'm coming. I'm coming again. Suck harder! Come on cunt lapper. Suck me! Suck me! Oh, I'd love to have you always to suck me. Would you like that?"

Elton relaxed his mouth grip on Sandy's cunt and laid his head on her thigh. He was pleased that Sandy had come so beautifully.

Sandy raised up on her elbows and looked at Elton's face. His eyes were shut and he was breathing hard. "How about fucking me? Put your cock in me. What kind of man are you? You don't even have a hard-on. Don't you want to fuck me? Is that all you're good for. What's with you? You can't even suck good."

The truth of the matter was, that this was one of the best suck jobs Sandy had ever had, but she realized that in order to possess Elton completely body and soul, she must always dominate him in every way and form. Therefore, she would never let him know how good it was. She made up her mind that no matter how good he was, she would always give him hell when he was finished.

She pushed his head away from her now satisfied cunt and said, "I'm hungry. Let's go out and eat."

Elton asked, "Can I go to the bathroom? I have to pee."

"Is that what you want to do? Are you sure you're not going to go in there and jerk off and cheat me? If I come in there and find you jerked off, I'm going to beat the living shit out of you. Incidentally, after we eat I'm going to take you over to my girl friend Susan's house and introduce you to her."

"I don't want to meet her. I'd like to stay here with you."

Sandy snapped, "Do you want to be with me so much that you would marry me for the privilege?"

Elton thought for a moment. He thought of her tasty panties. He loved the smoothness of Sandy's long smooth clitoris between his lips and he blurted out, "Will you marry me? Will you marry me?"

Sandy whispered sensuously, "Yes. I'll marry you, if you'll continue to be my obedient possession and do whatever I bid you, no matter what."

Elton gasped, "Yes. Yes. Whatever you say. I'll buy you anything. I'll work for you. I'll cook for you. Can I wash your panties forever? Can I hang your panties up now? They have soaked and been washed enough. Yes. Yes, I'll marry you and continue to be your slave."

"Okay. You can go to the bathroom now."

Elton got up and walked to the bathroom. He felt his peter jangling between his legs. It was soft and lifeless. The cool water that he splashed on his face revived him. He looked down at his peter and it started to throb. He spit into the palm of his hand and massaged the spit into the head of his cock. His thumb made circular motions over his rapidly blooming tower. A few quick movements and his spit clenched fist brought his prick to a throbbing orgasm. He watched his cock spit its creaminess into the sink and watched it wash down the drain.

When he came out of the bathroom Sandy was already dressed. She was like a blonde Goddess, above reproach on a pedestal. He picked his clothes up and as he dressed Sandy rubbed his back and the base of his spine.

The cab ride was short and Sandy asked the driver to drop them off at the Pussy Cat Restaurant in the village near where she lived. She knew that the prices were high, but the food was excellent.

They started out with a bottle of Champagne to celebrate their engagement. As they sipped the Champagne, Sandy suggested that after dinner they rent a car and drive to Maryland for a Justice of the Peace Wedding Ceremony. The more wine they drank and the drunker they became, the more they wanted to be Man and Wife.

Elton had found someone to take care of him, by telling him what he could do and what he could not do. He loved sucking on Sandy's pussy, because she was able to dominate him completely.

On the other hand, Sandy had found a slave that would do her bidding or whatever whim she might be feeling at the time.

The Champagne flowed like the proverbial water in a fountain. Sandy suggested that they call a Car Rental Agency so that they could leave for Maryland and a quickie marriage, right after dinner.

Elton was so drunk and so horny that he just didn't give a damn, besides which he had half a dozen charge plates and credit cards in his wallet. With an air of bravado he hollered after Sandy that he'd pay the agency an extra fee if they would get a limousine with a chauffeur assigned in less than an hour.

Sandy came back beaming, "The agency has promised to have the chauffeur driven limousine waiting for us in front of the restaurant within the hour. Let's have another toast?"

Elton signed for the dinner with his charge plate and generously tipped the waiter and head waiter. The doorman informed them that their chauffeured limousine awaited them.

They introduced themselves to the tall Negro driver, whose name was Paul. Paul opened the door of the car for Elton and Sandy and made sure that everything was to their liking. There was a freshly chilled case of Champagne that she had ordered, in the limousine's refrigerator. Sandy poured them each a glass of Champagne as the limousine sped on its way.

They arrived in Elton, Maryland in the wee hours of the morning. The sun had just started to paint the horizon a fight azure color. The low buildings that they passed were silhouetted against the ever brightening sky.

Paul drove with ease and with an almost fantastic skill. His large black hands held and moved the steering wheel with sometimes a gentle touch and sometimes an almost violent grip. Paul was six feet tall, but gave the appearance of being shorter because of his stocky build. His hair was close cropped and jet black in color. Its kinkiness blended with the smoothness of the skin on his face. His eyes were large like two dark almonds and his lips were full and sensuous. He looked like he was a real good fucker, because he always made a point of wearing tight pants that outlined his enormous wang.