Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

He was only dimly aware of Morgan taking another photo. The heat was on him and it was all he could do to keep from leaping like a starving wild animal upon his prey. But common sense gained control of his body. The pictures, the ones that would bring her crawling abjectly in helpless desperation to him and insure his and Morgan's future safety, still had to be taken.

"Dorothy, dear," he intoned. "Turn your head toward me."

"Yes, Roger," she answered, and her head turned on the pillow.

"Dorothy, it would give your husband great pleasure if you kissed and sucked on his penis… as much pleasure as it gives you when he nibbles at your breast."

A troubled expression crossed the girl's face. She hesitated.

Alarmed and wide-eyed, Lord Medwell turned toward the photographer. Morgan merely shook his head and put his finger to his mouth in a charade of silence.

On the bed, the girl trembled and then, almost as if she were frightened of being bitten by it, reached out her hand toward Lord Medwell's cock. The old man grinned in triumph and moved forward until the straining organ was almost touching her lips. "Open your mouth, Dorothy."

She did as she was instructed, and the smooth, throbbing tip slipped partially through her stretched lips and came to rest against her bared teeth. The soft flesh of the ripe full puckered lips closed down about the head. There was a flash of light as Morgan took the picture.

Against his cock, Lord Medwell could feel the hot air exhaling from her nostrils, and could feel her innocent young tongue quivering in ignorance against the instrument in her mouth.

"Delicious," he muttered, "simply delicious. Suck a little and nibble a little, dear." He began moving his hips back and forth as Morgan came in with another camera for a closeup. Several small droplets of cum had seeped from Lord Medwell's cock and had lubricated her mouth that was surrounding its head. Looking down directly at her face, he could see a small stream of glistening saliva and cum running out of the corner of her mouth. Again, for just a moment, the animal heat came upon him. He wanted to shoot his full load into her sweet young gullet… wanted to see her larynx jiggling up and down as she attempted to gulp it down; he could picture it – his cum would spurt out of her mouth, into her hair, and run like a white hot flow of lava across her breasts and down her belly. The mental image goaded him into a sudden frantic motion and he was uncontrollably battering his cock down her choking throat, the girl was gasping for air and clawing at his buttocks when Morgan grinned nastily and said, "Easy, man. We still have a few pictures to take, remember?"

Lord Medwell reluctantly removed his cock from her mouth. He had come so close… so very close. He stood there breathing deeply as he sought to regain his composure. Finally he sighed and said, "That was beautiful, Dorothy. Now your husband will repay pleasure for pleasure."

He reached down and removed the remaining strap of her gown, and stared hungrily at the breast. With a low moan of lust, his hot eager lips fastened like a leech to it. There was another flash of light as he used his fingertips to tease the other nipple.

Beneath his lips, he heard a low groan of pleasure from the girl. She placed both hands gently and possessively behind his head. Lord Medwell glanced over and grinned in victory at Morgan. His lips went back to work, and his other hand dropped until it found the moist hot cavern at the junction of her thighs. He used his finger – as though it were a violin bow – to scrape across the length of her vaginal lips. "Oh… oh," she purred.

Dorothy began to breath more rapidly as the sensations mounted in her body. Lord Medwell used his thumb and forefinger to tease her gently pulsating clitoris; this resulted in a low, almost animalistic moaning, "Ohhhh… Roger… that feels wonderful. Bite me – rub me harder!"

Lord Medwell suddenly crawled onto the bed and crouched on all fours over the helpless young body. "Dorothy, raise your legs and put them up over my shoulders," he commanded. The girl paused, as if not understanding the instructions, but a moment later subserviently bent her legs at the knees and spreading her legs wide raised and placed her calves up over his shoulders. Lord Medwell pushed her knees back against her chest; her upturned vagina, secreting its own lubricant, was in plain view – unprotected and vulnerable to any attack. His mouth watered in anticipation as he gazed rapturously down at the palpitating little pussy. Spittle slid out of his open mouth as he lecherously ogled the open slit of her vagina running down from her smooth white belly and dark silken pubic hair to the full rounded spheres of her buttocks. He could wait no longer to feast down between her thighs. His head lowered, his mouth opened, and his tongue – like a wet red miniature little prick – came into action.

The girl gasped. "Oh… oh… Roger! You mustn't? Oh…" She jerked as his lips encompassed and began sucking at the soft hair-lined opening. His tongue flickered like lightning against the clitoris, which was beating visibly. "Ohhh… daddy…" Her hands came down and pressed against both sides of his head; it was as though she didn't know whether to force him away or force his tongue and face even deeper into the moist pit of her throbbing cunt. Now his tongue had begun seeking entry into the vaginal passage itself. It flicked in and out rapidly, little licks and little strokes of passion that penetrated almost two inches. The girl's hands fell loosely from his head as she groaned and began to rotate her hips in an effort to get his tongue in deeper.

Lord Medwell was an expert at this sort of thing – had been ever since his early introduction and instruction in its finer arts by a fiery French governess while he was still only ten years of age.

Suddenly, he withdrew the tongue and his mouth from her now responding vagina. Dorothy groaned again, this time in disappointment, but only for a second, for his tongue had begun working again; its soft flicking tip made circles around the quivering erected clitoris, and his lips sucked, drawing the organ deeper into the hot saliva-filled cavern of his mouth. Then he abruptly changed techniques again. Like a thirsty dog lapping water, he used his tongue to lick the entire length of her wet, rotating cuntal slit. Dorothy's loud moans of pleasure turned almost into a scream of delight when his tongue traced a pattern of fire past her vagina and kept going down, down until it made lewd, flicking entry into the tight, puckered little anal ring.

Flashes from the camera – like a summer electrical storm – continued to brighten the room.

Lord Medwell was oblivious to them now. He had the snooty little bitch going; she squirmed and panted like a helpless puppet under his tongue. She could be brought back to her senses now and she'd be so hot that she would beg him to continue. She was completely at his mercy. Her mewls drove his tongue faster and faster as it licked its way up and down the now wildly clasping lips of her cunt. She was almost there; he could tell by the contractions of her vaginal muscles. His muffled laughter came as her hands desperately clawed at his head – seeking to drive his tongue further and further into her. The hot happy bitch, he thought; she doesn't realize that what she really wants right now is a hard cock. She'll be begging for it within seconds.

He pulled his face away, tormenting her. Dorothy's face was wildly contorted in what appeared to be pain. She cried, and it was a moaning plea, "No… Roger. Please, Roger… keep going."

Lord Medwell let her force him this time, and she did so, frantically, pressing his mouth against her hungrily quivering vagina. His lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, and he thrust his tongue deep into it. Her thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving head. On his inward strokes, he could feel her deeper vaginal muscles sucking and milking at his tongue as though they were seeking to rip it out by the roots and devour it. Dorothy's legs had found leverage against his back and she pushed down until he could barely breathe. With tongue deep in her vagina, he used the tip of his nose to titillate the tiny throbbing clitoris. Every muscle in the girl's body seemed to be as taut as a steel cable. The cords of her neck tendons stood out as she tried to raise her head to look down her naked body and see what he was doing.