Page 38 of Minding the Minotaur
“Of course not!” I kneel on my haunches to face him, my pussy obligingly making a squelch as I do so. Clearly, I’m a squirter and have never been aroused enough before to know it. That, combined with Arlo’s saliva—I must be marking hisbed cover. “I just wish you didn’t have to abstain on account of your work.”
“Gods, I don’t want to, Sammy. I want you so badly, believe me, I can barely walk without crippling myself. But even if we could right now—go all the way, I mean—I’m a big guy. We’ll have to take it real slow, warm you up to taking my cock.”
“I’m more than up for that.” I place my hand on his cheek, and we gaze into each other’s eyes. And then we kiss, long and slow and deep and tender.
Finally, Arlo groans and pulls away. “Gods, this is torture.”
I mewl out in frustration. And then I have a sudden brainwave. “When’s your next clinic appointment?”
“Tomorrow at 11.”
“I have to accompany you.” I smirk. “Boss’s orders—I go everywhere with you.”
Arlo’s face breaks into a shit-eating grin. “Of course you do.”
“And I will beobligedto undertake certain duties while there.”
“Goes without saying.” His cock jerks its approval, and another little stream of pre-cum oozes out of it. I reach out to touch it, but Arlo gently catches my fingers, bringing them to his lips and kissing them in turn. “Tomorrow, you can milk me dry, pet.”
I pout, and with a laugh, he jumps off the bed, lifts me up and puts me on my feet like I weigh no more than a feather, and hands me my crumpled shirt, which I put on reluctantly.
Then he swoops down and picks up my panties, and crumples them in his fist. “Keeping these,” he mutters thickly as he presses them to his snout. “To pretend you’re right here with me.”
We kiss at the door again, tongues softly tangling, butArlo releases me on a pained grunt, even as I feel his cock hard against my belly. “Until tomorrow, Princess.”
“Until tomorrow,” I answer.
As I turn to leave, he chuckles and gives my butt a slap with his tail.
It makes me wonder what else that tail could get up to.
And then I take my leave, tottering out on orgasm-drunk legs that feel like half-set Jello.
I’m not sure if that qualified as keeping Arlo out of mischief.
But I’m sure going to sleep well tonight.
CHAPTER 12
ARLO
She’s splayed out beneath me like a feast, her luscious thighs spread wide and the damp blonde curls of her pussy barely covering the glittering little prize of her clit. My shadow looms over her and she reaches up to me as I lower myself onto her.
Grasping my shaft in my fist, I rotate the head around the lips of her pussy, stretching her just a little with my tip, but already the clutch of her sweet wet cunt is almost too much, tempting me to plunge deeper, as she bites her lip and begs and whines. I’m barely inside her entrance, but my balls tighten and…
Fuck! I wake up panting. The throb in my cock is unbearable. I feel down below and yes, the head is slippery, but at least I haven’t shot my load.
I breathe a sigh of relief. There are two sets of school fees coming for Clarisse’s brood, and I don’t fancy my chances of getting paid today if I only manage a teaspoonful of cum.
I can’t help smiling as I lie here and remember last night, the way she burst into my room, so needy and desperate. How much pleasure it gave me to have her fall apart so spectacularly in my arms, even with the ache in my balls I’ve had to nurse all night. I nuzzle her panties now to my snout, inhaling a deep breath of her delectable scent.
I grin, thinking about how she offered—no,insisted—that she come to my appointment today.
Makes perfect sense. I can’t doanythingwithout my minder, can I?
I’m sure I can persuade Peg, the nurse, to let her into the private room with me. If it means more sperm production, it’s a win-win. Besides, I am so bored of the stick books. Vanilla shots of monster species I know plenty about. I’ve fucked most of them in the past, and all of them leave me indifferent now I’ve met my human.
I bounce off the bed, take an ice-cold shower, until I feel like I’ve got my dick under control enough to squeeze the fucker into my pants. Then I dress in my best designer jeans and a crisp white tee and wait for Sammy to unlock my bedroom door.
