Page 133 of S is for SEX

She stood from her seat, glanced around the pool nervously, and sighed. As she reached up to remove her top, I began to stroke my cock.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked as she tossed her top on the concrete beside her bikini bottom.

“If God wanted me to wear a condom, I’d have been born with one wrapped around my cock. I don’t wear ‘em. Ever,” I said flatly.

“I’ll take my chances with diseases. I know I’m clean, and I’m gonna guess your clean,” I shrugged.

“I am, but…” she said through her teeth.

“You ain’t got to worry about gettin’ pregnant. I got fixed a long time ago,” I sighed.

“Really?” she asked as she tip-toed across the hot concrete deck.

Quickly becoming irritated at the fact I wasn’t already powerfucking her wet pussy, I sighed my response heavily, “Yeah, really.”

“Uhhm, I dunno,” she said as she gazed down at crotch.

Still gripping my cock in my hand, I shrugged my shoulders and grinned, “You gotta risk it to get the Biscuit.”

That didn’t sound as good out loud as it did in my head.

Standing just a few feet in front of me, she bit into her lower lip, shifted her eyes toward my cock, and grinned as she glanced upward. She nodded her head once. It was all I needed. I slapped my palm against the wall of the bathhouse. As she shifted her eyes toward my hand, I reached for her hair, pulled her into my shoulder, and breathed my sexual demands into her ear.

I’d found out from nothing more than experience, trial and error, and being slapped a few dozen times what worked best for convincing women to comply with my sexual demands. Asking them to do things exposed me to the possibility of a no response. Demanding they do something could potentially backfire, and often did just that. Suggesting they do something seemed to work well; and proposing my desires in the form of a stern whisper rarely did nothing but satisfy us both.

With her hair in my hand and my lips against her ear, I turned her head to the side with a slight tug.

“Put your hands against the wall and brace yourself, Cassie,” I breathed against her ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you collapse into a pile, and no matter what, don’t move your fuckin’ hands.”

I inhaled a shallow breath, exhaled into her ear, and continued, “Do you understand me?”

“Oh fuck. Uhhm, yes,” she whimpered.

As she turned to face the bathhouse, she raised her hands in the air and breathed her concerns in the form of a dry whisper, “But what if…what if it doesn’t fit.”

“Press your hands against the fuckin’ wall, Cassie,” I growled into her ear.

“Oh shit. Okay,” she said as she slapped her hands against the wall.

I let go of my cock and tugged against her hair hard enough to get her attention. After tilting my head to the side and inhaling a shallow breath, I pressed my lips lightly against her ear and exhaled heavily.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can, slide your hands down the wall a little, but don’t you dare take them off that fuckin’ wall, no matter what,” I whispered.

As she began to resituate herself, I continued.

“Now, arch your back and stick that sweet little pussy of yours up in the air so I can shove my tongue in it. Understand?” I breathed into her ear.

“Uhhm, okay,” she muttered.

I released her hair, bent at my knees, and gripped her ass in my hands. As I spread the bottom of her butt cheeks apart with my thumbs, she slowly lowered her shoulders and bent over. Without warning, I pressed my face into her swollen pussy and began tongue fucking her as deep as I was able to.

There was no doubt in my mind God put me on the earth for one thing and one thing only.

Fucking women.

For him to grace me not only with a cock the size of a cucumber - but a five inch long tongue - could only mean one thing.

He wanted me to please women sexually.

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