Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

His hand lifted, and the bottle was in it. He stared at it as he hesitated. He glanced up to see if she was now smiling, hoping she had been joking. Her eyes glared at him, and he began to feel that he would not be able to come in Erin's mouth if he did not do as Carla said. He wondered what she would do if he refused. His eyes lowered to the opulent weights of her tits, and he wondered if they looked as firm when bared. His fingers rubbed the bottle nervously. He lowered his head to look at it, and he saw her ripe mound. Her ebony plume gleamed with her juices, and when he inhaled he could smell her fragrance. He opened the bottle.

He looked down at the spunk and reminded himself that it had come from his own body. He braced himself, and quickly threw it back like a shot of whiskey.

"All of it," he heard her say, and he forced himself to swallow as he curled his little finger around the inside of the bottle. He sucked the remainder from his finger, and let out a deep breath. His eyes refocused on her cunt, and he again became aware of his throbbing tool.

"Replace my crotch piece," she said, and he looked up with disappointed surprise. "You've shot one load with me today, and we wouldn't want you to crap out with Erin tonight, would we?" she said.

"No, I… I guess not," he muttered as he was reminded of his reason for being there in the first place.

"Did you like the taste?" she asked as he reluctantly from the desk, and she held out the container of his come.

His hand lifted, and the bottle was in it. He stared at it as he hesitated. He glanced up to see if she was now smiling, hoping she had been joking. Her eyes glared at him, and he began to feel that he would not be able to come in Erin's mouth if he did not do as Carla said. He wondered what she would do if he refused. His eyes lowered to the opulent weights of her tits, and he wondered if they looked as firm when bared. His fingers rubbed the bottle nervously. He lowered his head to look at it, and he saw her ripe mound. Her ebony plume gleamed with her juices, and when he inhaled he could smell her fragrance. He opened the bottle.

He looked down at the spunk and reminded himself that it had come from his own body. He braced himself, and quickly threw it back like a shot of whiskey.

"All of it," he heard her say, and he forced himself to swallow as he curled his little finger around the inside of the bottle. He sucked the remainder from his finger, and let out a deep breath. His eyes refocused on her cunt, and he again became aware of his throbbing tool.

"Replace my crotch piece," she said, and he looked up with disappointed surprise. "You've shot one load with me today, and we wouldn't want you to crap out with Erin tonight, would we?" she said.

"No, I… I guess not," he muttered as he was reminded of his reason for being there in the first place.

"Did you like the taste?" she asked as he reluctantly lifted the triangle of leather up in front of her cunt. "Of your come?"

"It, uh, wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be," he shrugged, and found his hands unsteady as he pressed the snaps closed around her cunny.

"And of my come?" she asked with a smile as he finished.

"It was… delicious," he said as he looked up at her.

"If you're a good boy, perhaps I'll let you have some more," she said with a tone of generosity. "Would you like that?"

"Yes. Yes, I would," he confessed, and started to ask if he could see her fully naked, and ball her, but she then turned to move back behind her desk.

"Here," she said as she suddenly jerked the crotch piece loose, and she tossed it at him. "Kiss the inside before you go."

"Go?" he asked.

"Yes, we've an appointment tomorrow at the same time," she nodded, and sat down.

"Oh," he murmured, and found his hands holding the leather before his mouth. He pressed his lips to it, and found that it held her scent, and so he moved his tongue over it. Her taste was in the leather too.

"Good, a real kiss," she smiled, and held out her hand.

He stood and handed her the leather. She put it on the desk and picked up her pen to begin writing again. He saw her naked cunt pressed out against the seat of her chair. Not knowing what to do, or to say, he finally turned. Closing the door behind him, his confused frustration was eased a bit by the thought that the next afternoon session should have him fucking her naked body.

"Hope he doesn't trip," Jack chuckled, and stood up from a chair in a darkened corner of Carla's office, "over that hard-on he's got."

"He'll trip," Carla grinned, "and fall into Erin."

"If she's managed to get off that double-duty dick."

Erin had managed to put the double-length dildo away, if with great reluctance, and she was happy to find that Ben was as horny as she was.

She was also happy that he did not ask her about her session with the Romes, and he was happy that she had not wanted to talk about their sessions.

With a shy little grin, she stretched out on her belly atop the bed, and slipped a pillow under her hips, and her damp nook. He stood at the foot of the bed with a delighted grin.

"Put your cock up my cunt," she said as she looked back over her shoulder, and was delighted that she had said it without halting.

Her plush ass cheeks wiggled against his belly as he slid up into her, and she took his hands to slip them between her tits and the bed. His arousal at a peak, he did not think of Carla as he and Erin balled.

Erin tightened and loosened her cunt around him as she turned and thrust. Orgasms flashed through her, and she came as she felt his come being pulled from him to gush into her depths.

Feeling quite accomplished and victorious, she smiled as she saw his expression of blissful satiation.

She slid down between his legs, and he blinked free of his euphoria as he realized that she was sucking their mixed tastes from his cock. His cock began to harden within her mouth, and he pushed up onto his elbows to watch with stunned joy.

His prick eventually began to buck within her suckling mouth, and he fell back with a moan as he came. Erin wanted to swallow the hot juices splashing over her tongue, but her throat constricted, and she could not. It made no sense to her, but not having been able to swallow Jack's spend seemed to be keeping her from swallowing Ben's.

He saw her lift her head from his cock after he had gone soft, and she put his spunk in a tissue. She looked at him apologetically, and he drew her into his arms to kiss her. The changes in her attitudes were so great that it did not matter to him, nor did he feel like questioning how the changes had been arrived at. As his tongue and hers moved together, he tasted his come, and was glad that Carla had thought about him having a need for it with Erin. With that, he again thought of Carla, and that he might be able to ball her the next afternoon.

Erin was thinking about swallowing Jack's come, and she wondered what would follow the bindings, eating Carla, and all the rest of the things they had already instructed her to do.

Carla had phoned early to tell Erin to meet her for brunch to talk about her progress. After the two previous days, Erin felt a degree of relief since she could not imagine what they might have planned for her next. The booth Carla had indicated was in the rear corner of the near empty restaurant, and the seat curved back around the table. It was secluded, and Erin was happy for the privacy because of what they would be talking about.

She sat sipping a cup of coffee as she waited, and she remembered all that she had done with Carla the day before. She found herself blushing, and wondered if she could look the woman in the eye.

"Move over," Jack said, and she looked up with surprise as he slipped into the booth.