Page 266 of S is for SEX

She wanted to unzip his slacks, pull out his cock, and force it down her throat until her eyes watered. She wanted to feel the pain from him attempting to make her choke on it. She wanted covered in his semen, covered in welts, and possibly even covered in his urine. She wanted to be slapped, beaten, and humiliated.

She feared, however, being completely honest in her desires. Instead of speaking her mind’s thoughts, she spoke in generalities.

“Well, you kidnapped me, threatened me with murder, involved me in some weird-ass conspiracy, and had me kill someone to prove to you I wasn’t going to go to the law about all of it,” she said. “And, after all of that, I want to be with you. You’re the Psychiatrist, tell me if that’s normal.”

She smiled and pressed the bottle between her legs, purposely raising the bottom of her dress up her thighs.

His eyes fell to Meghan’s thighs. “Psychologist, and no. I suppose it’s not. How we feel is how we feel. Changing it is often impossible. Figuring it out, at times, is almost as difficult.”

“So, you’ve never been with a woman? No sex, no head, no making out?” she asked.

He shook his head as she spoke.

“Anything?” Kissing?” she asked.

Somewhat embarrassed, Ryan shook his head and tipped the bottle to his mouth. As he drank from the bottle, Meghan leaned forward. The neck of her dress opened as she did, revealing the top of her bra. He swallowed hard and stared. As he attempted to shift his gaze and cross his legs, he realized his erection had become rather uncomfortable.

Meghan, sitting on the floor at the corner of the chair, shifted her weight to the other side of her butt and pulled her feet to meet her upper thighs. As she did, she purposely pulled her dress a little higher on her thigh, revealing more of her tanned legs for Ryan to view.

“Can I speak freely?” Meghan asked as she shifted her weight and leaned her upper body toward the chair.

Ryan, still nervously holding the water bottle close to his mouth and staring, nodded.

Meghan scooted across the floor, inching her way closer to the chair. “I want to suck your cock. I want to do that for you. I think it will loosen you up. Let me suck your cock.”

“I uhhm. I hadn’t really planned on us starting anything quite this early. We, uhhm. We barely know each other,” Ryan stammered.

Meghan chuckled. “You kidnapped me, held me captive, and made me murder a woman in cold blood. Let me suck your cock, we’ll call it even.”

Ryan felt both uneasy and relieved that Meghan was comfortable laughing about the events that led to this. Her ability to joke about the murder could simply be her denial that the event happened; or she could, in his professional opinion, be consciously repressing the memory. As he struggled with thoughts of Meghan’s placement of the memories, Meghan reached into his lap and toward his belt.

Ryan shifted in his seat as Meghan reached for his belt. “I, uhhm.”

Meghan grinned. “Shhhh.”

Ryan, although anxious, began to feel more comfortable as Meghan unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Eagerly, he watched as her hand reached into his pants, through his boxers, and wrapped around his erection. As she pulled the tip of his cock upward, he flinched.

“Sorry, I can’t get it out of here. It’s as hard as a rock.”

He gasped. “Your hands. They’re cold.”

Her eyes widened as her fingers wrapped around Ryan’s stiff shaft. “Oh God. You have a gorgeous cock.”

With her eyes fixed on Ryan’s erection, Meghan raised her butt from the floor and knelt at the edge of the chair on her knees. She watched intently as his eyes followed her every movement. She reached with her left hand and grabbed her ponytail, flipping it over her left shoulder.

“Grab my hair.”

Without speaking, Ryan reached for her ponytail, and held it tightly in his right hand – gripping it at the base of her skull. As he watched Meghan extend her tongue and lick the tip of his cock, he shivered.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

As Ryan watched, he immediately began to feel more comfortable with Meghan, her desires, and his own. Attempting to recall everything he had witnessed in internet streaming videos, his mind began to become jumbled with practices, positions, and what to possibly say. As he drew a slow breath, he sat up in the chair and rolled his shoulders.

Meghan’s gaze shifted to Ryan’s eyes as she sat forward and began to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock. As her mouth encompassed the head fully, she closed her eyes and slid her lips half way down the shaft.

As Ryan’s thickness filled her mouth, her mind began to wander to thoughts of him fucking her pussy, pounding her hard from behind. It had been years since she had had sex with anyone, and she was now well beyond being aroused. As her mouth slid up the shaft, she opened her eyes and glanced up at Ryan’s face. As she shifted her knees, she felt her juices dripping onto her thighs. Her thoughts migrated to Ryan fucking her as she closed her eyes softly and began to slide her mouth down the thick shaft of Ryan’s cock.

As Meghan’s mouth worked its way up and down, she felt him began to rise from the seat. She opened her eyes, only to find him shifting his weight in the seat and bracing himself to stand. As his legs straightened, she extended her legs simultaneously.

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