Clint Murdock: Naked Nikki

"Only, you see, Howard… " Nikki continued, her fingernails gently raking the underside of his nut-sac, "it's not going to be quite the way you planned… "

Friedman opened his eyes and looked up at her, loving the way her large, white tits wobbled on her chest as she played with his sperm grenades.

"What… what do you mean?" he breathed.

"I mean, Howard," Nikki said authoritatively, "that things are only going to go so far."

Friedman's big, ugly penis was now standing up thick and stiff and tall as Denise's tight, wet mouth continued to slide up and down on it.

"You've been doing a lot of cumming lately, Howard," Nikki went on. "You came in my mouth, you came in my box-and those are just the ones that I know about. God only sees how much you've been cumming with the other poor, foolish suckers you bring in here!… And let's face it, Howard-this just isn't healthy for an old bastard like you! Too much strain on the heart… too much strain on the old bag… "

A loud, obscene slurping sound from Denise interrupted Nikki's speech. The dark-haired head was pumping up and down on Friedman's prong at a rapid, machinelike pace. The agent was grunting softly and thrusting his hips up at Denise's face in an answering rhythm.

Nikki placed her hand on Denise's bobbing head and said tersely, "Okay, Baby."

The dark-haired girl pulled her mouth off Friedman's cock with one long, slow, final stroke and sat back panting, her mouth smeared with saliva, her tongue flicking sensuously around her lips. Howard bleated in frustration as his horny, throbbing penis was suddenly left naked in the world, stripped of the warm, wet, clinging confines of Denise's sucking throat.

"Hey!" the old man roared in anger. "What the hell're you doing!"

"Now you're getting the idea, Howie, baby," Nikki told him quietly, bending down and gripping his prick at the base. She leaned forward and ran her tongue teasingly over the puckered ridges of skin on the underside of his thick shaft, just below the flared purple head. Then she trailed her tongue upward to the nozzle of the bulging helmet, lapping steadily up and over the eye, until her gaze met Howard's across the top of his rigid, up jutting prong.

"We're going to keep you on the razor's edge of blowing your wad all night, Howie… " Nikki whispered. "And you aren't going to cum one goddam, sonofabitching time!-Wanna bet?"

Friedman started to protest loudly, thrashing angrily back and forth at the ends of his ropes, but Denise swiftly thrust a knee into his chest. Her expression was dark and threatening.

"And if you make very much fucking noise," Nikki added, "we're going to take one of these sheets and stuff it down your throat." She kissed his purple cockhead. "… Get it?"

Then the two girls went gently to work, Denise kissing and biting at Friedman's nipples, Nikki licking her way back down the column of his jerking pecker, on their way to Stage Two of what was going to be the longest night Howard Friedman had ever seen.