Rick Jennings - Pet shop pussy

He unbuttoned the top snap and then pulled the metal zipper down with a calculatedly slow and tempered motion of his hand. Pam blinked and wondered if he was hypnotizing her, his unwavering stare like the eyes of a cobra, a snake holding her frozen and unmoving in space and time.

Justin kept his eyes opened wide, trying not to blink. Hypnotism wasn't what he was doing, but his unwavering and piercing stare had a kind of trance-like effect on Pam Harper. He could see how the color had risen in her cheeks, how her unfettered breasts rose and fell hotly behind the front of her thin orlon sweater.

His attraction to her was just as heated as Pam's desires for him. He knew this and it pleased him as much as everything else that had taken place this evening. The ice had been broken and in a far more intriguing way than two Sundays past, when they had first met each other at the park.

He didn't want her to be his sexual slave. No, that wasn't the term he had in mind. What he desired from her was far more subtle, a mingling of threads, psychic vibrations, mystical emotions. Selflessness and complete and total trust colored his version of love.

And by getting Pam to submit to things, sexual acts in particular, he sensed she still found appalling or nauseating or degrading, the truth of her affections and the validity of her love would finally be made clear to him. When that would happen, he would believe in her completely and he would give himself up to her, just as she had given herself to him.

As soon as he had pulled the zipper down, he dropped his hands to his sides. Pam looked down, her eyes boring behind the parted fly of his dungarees. She could see a tangle of black pubic hair but nothing else, nothing but the bulging outline of his pecker, still concealed within the confines of his tight-fitting blue jeans.

Psychic, she thought. Telepathy, maybe.

Because she knew then what he wanted from her, at least what he wanted her to do at that particular moment. Woodenly, controlled by the passions that seethed just below the surface of her skin, controlled too by his magnetic and piercing stare, she found herself moving forward, incapable of conquering her desires.

And at this point, she didn't want to conquer them. She wanted Justin to satisfy the wild cravings her body was exhibiting. She wanted him to give her the kind of pleasure that had been theirs each night they had seen each other for the past two weeks. He hadn't brought Holmes along with him, the way he usually did, but Bix was there, lying asleep under the table. The Scottie ignored them for the moment and Pam glanced down at her pet and wondered if there still were acts she had not yet performed with the terrier.

If there were, she knew that Justin would teach them to her. She was ready for that, too, as ready as she would ever be. So she stepped towards him, the silence unnerving, but the bulging outline of his unseen hard-on making her body tremble, causing hot dribbles of cunt sap to stream down the twitching and itching walls of her overheated muff.

Insane, she thought to herself; the way he can just control me like this.

Insane or not, it was still the truth. Justin sensed all that she was thinking and as soon as she had stepped close enough to him, he reached out with both hands and pressed his fingers down over her trembling shoulders. She was forced down to the floor, forced to kneel in homage before his hard and muscled young body.

A smile of sexual cunning played across his full leering lips and no sooner had Pam's knees touched the floor than Justin released her and she whimpered like a lost child. She threw herself forward, her hands reaching around his steely thighs. And as she clung to him, she rubbed her lips over the grossly distended bulge of his meat, remembering how his cock had always milked her body of pleasures and ecstasies she had never believed could be possible.

Now, she could feel the hard length of his pecker tenting up the front of his jeans. She opened her mouth slightly and rubbed her parted lips over the pipe-like silhouette of his throbbing penis. Justin shuddered with pleasure. He looked down at her and held himself stiffly, not moving a muscle or betraying his own intense sexual excitement. To have her doing this, kneeling at his feet, so in awe of his virile potent member that she was beside herself, mentally as well as physically, delighted him to no end.

Her attentions fed his ego as well as his libido and as her lips slid up and down along the trapped length of his cock, her fingers moved higher, sliding around to cup the twin tightly muscled cheeks of his boyish ass.

Insane, insane, she kept repeating. Justin made her feel not only like a woman, but like an older woman. Despite the fact that he was only a year younger than her, twenty-seven to be exact, their relationship seemed colored by an inequality that made her see herself as the older woman trying to hold onto her studly young lover. He had never sought to seduce her, not since that first afternoon together.

If anything, she was the one who was more active in bed, just as she was being more active now, kneeling in front of his unmoving body, already squeezing his dimpled buns and rubbing her lips and tongue over the outline of his pecker. But even though she knew all this to be true, his air of egotistic calm and passivity only served to inflame her passions all the more, as if she was seducing and conquering him, winning him over until he was ready to attack her, a sleepy lion suddenly springing to life with savage and bestial power.

Knowing all this gave her more confidence, confidence that a few minutes before had been badly needed. She had almost felt as if she had lost him, as if he had somehow succeeded in escaping her and slipping through her fingers. But now she knew exactly how to hold him there before her, to keep him as much her prisoner as she felt herself to be.

She moved her hands around and grabbed hold of the gaping sides of his unzipped fly. Justin sucked in his breath, held himself even more rigid and unmoving and watched her as she seemed to frantically tear open his jeans, tugging his dungarees down off of his waist and hips.

His cock was caught inside, but when she pulled his faded blue jeans down to his knees, his meaty weapon sprang out at her. In a flash she was upon it, trying to impale her mouth over the entire nine burning inches of his swollen dart. A low-pitched moan escaped his lips the instant Pam pressed her own hot and puffy lips over the head of his cock, tasting the pre-come which drooled out of his pisshole.

"Suck it, all of it," he hissed, thrusting his hips forward and stabbing more than four inches of bulky bloated meat into her mouth.

She was learning how to handle it, how to control her gag reflex, how not to choke as she sucked him off. And so she had less trouble than she had had in the past, coping with the burly dimensions of his massive dick.

She thrust her face over more and more of his tool, savoring the slick strength of his rod, feeling it being stuffed deeper and deeper into her mouth until his glans bent her tonsils back and actually slid through her mouth and down into the back of her throat. And still she managed to hold onto it, her nostrils flaring wide as she breathed through her nose.

She pushed forward even more; not content until it was buried between her lips as deeply as he buried it between her legs. When her mouth nuzzled his sweaty thicket of black pubic hair, she stopped and used her tongue, sliding it back and forth along the hidden length of his cock-shaft. She could feel the braided blue veins, the ridge of muscle along the underside of his slick smooth pole.

Her fingers cupped his balls and fondled them, tickling his nuts as she used her tongue to stimulate and arouse him. Justin was groaning with pleasure, rocking back and forth, gently sliding his pecker in and out of her mouth. He never removed it more than halfway, loving the hot wetness of her lips and tongue, the way she had learned how to suck him off with such skill and expertise that it was almost as good as fucking her cunt.