Page 5 of Dark Seduction

“What about you, handsome?” she asks, her eyes now focused on me.

“It’s fucking perfect,” I tell her, my voice unrecognizable as I try to calm my breathing. I want to do so many wicked things to her and her perfect pussy, and I’m not sure I can wait.

Before I can stop myself, I lunge forward, my tongue aiming for her center, desperate for a taste.

Just as I get close though, her hand comes out, stopping my forehead as I descend on her.

“No,” she says, her voice husky but firm. “That’s bad. Very, very bad.”

I sit back on my heels, confused and ashamed, not liking her stern words directed at me.

“Bad boys don’t get treats,” she frowns. “Only good boys get treats.” Her eyes swing to V. “Are you a good boy?”

V nods quickly, his tongue darting out as he licks his lips.

“You are, aren’t you?” She crooks her finger at him, motioning for him to come even closer. “You want to kiss my pussy, good boy?”

The arousal in the room is thick and hot, and V’s body is trembling next to mine. “Fuck yes,” he growls.

“Come kiss it then, good boy. Show your friend how a good boy eats my pussy.”

V dives forward, and my cock strains against the zipper of my jeans as I watch his tongue drag along the glistening space between her legs, dragging and circling and lapping up her arousal.

The woman’s head falls back and her lips part, but her eyes stay trained on me as she moans. “Yes,” she hisses. “That’s a very good boy. You like eating my pussy?”

V mutters an unintelligible affirmation as he continues to devour her, his head buried in the very place I am aching to be.

“Take out your cock, naughty boy,” she orders, her hand coming down to press V’s face into her, her hips rolling as her cheeks grow pink.

Reaching down, I watch the pair before me as I undo my belt buckle and release the button on my jeans. My cock is so hard it hurts.

“That looks sore,” she says, her voice barely a whisper as V’s mouth works her clit. “Do you want me to kiss it for you?”

I can only nod, my throat too thick with need to utter a sound.

“Come bring it to my lips, baby. I want to kiss that swollen cock better for you.”

I stand then, lowering my jeans as I go. I kick them across the room and move toward her.

The chair has her at the perfect level, her face at just the right height to take my cock.

Both of her hands are on V’s head, her fingers tangled in his hair. “Put that cock to my lips, baby.”

I’m not about to argue, so I take my cock in my hand, and from beside the chair, I lean forward and press the tip of my cock to her swollen lips. She doesn’t part them. She simply presses one kiss to the tip, and then another, and another.

“Does that feel good, handsome?”

I nod, not trusting my voice to speak.

She grins, and her tongue darts out and traces a line along the underside of my cock. I watch, frozen as her eyes fall closed and she runs her tongue back to the tip. “What do you want me to do to you, baby?” she asks.

“Suck it,” I breathe.

When her lips part, she takes the tip of my cock into her mouth, and it takes everything in me to hold it together. If you’d have asked me half an hour ago if I would ever come from a five second blow job, I’d have laughed in your face, but this blow job just happened to be from a masked woman getting her pussy devoured by V, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

With her hand still in V’s hair, she pulls his head back and says, “No more. You watch me suck this cock, baby, and as you do, I want you to touch yourself and pretend it’s your cock I’m sucking.”

I hear his belt buckle, but I don’t dare look away from the vixen before me. Instead, I watch, entranced as her red painted lips wrap around my dick and she takes it deep, the tip hitting the back of her throat.

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