Standing up from my chair. My footsteps echo in this open hall. The thump of my heel followed by the flat of my boot as I now stood before him. As I am now less than an inch from his face. My whisper into his ear. Into that confused look that crossed his face. “How does it feel to be beat by a woman” knowing that my statement would only be heard between the two of us. Watching as the blood pooled around his feet. “What? Can you not get it up anymore” saying this and listening as the adrenaline rushes from his body.
Falling to his knees, gripping his crotch, holding onto his severed penis. “If only you would have left things alone then you would not be in this situation.” Taking a step back then another. Making enough distance between us so his last thought would not splatter on my boots.
Looking at this, this person, this woman? She who would wound me, she who would have the nerve to take out… Looking at my dick, at my pride and joy. Seeing my life that barely went beyond my hand twitch in disbelief. “What have you done to me?” I wanted to ask. After hearing, after standing there in shock once he, she told me what she was!
Dropping to my knees. This I felt. I could feel things though my vision was stained with a black shade. I could hear my heart beating, beating so slow. I could hear my breathing though labored. I could hear her whispers as they repeated over and over in my head!
Looking up, at what I had no idea. Feeling my hat fall from my head. Taking a deep blood soaked breath. Tasting the coppery taste in my mouth as my feelings started to fade. “I.. I… Why? Why did you shoot me? Why me!? I just wanted my money back…”
Watching like some nickel play, some poor man’s theater while the blood was choked from my lips. All that I want to say, all that I needed to ask was never heard as darkness followed. The darkness that could only mean…
“Sorry, about the mess” I said, tossing the bartender a silver dollar. “Some people should not gamble with such a short temper” tipping my hat as I turned towards the stairs. “Two flights then to the right, yeah? Yeah.”
Up Stairs…
The tickle of Eva’s tongue. Gasping for air as this slut attempts to lick my coochie. Running my hand through her hair. Pressing her face tight against my clit! “Eva” I gasp, “Eva, Evaaa” pulling more air from the room while my hips flexed up and down! This did not last too long. Feeling my legs being closed. Wanting to have her eat me out again and again. To bathe in my cum…
“Wait? Wait, what are you” feeling my world spin around. My vision going from the ceiling to the blanket! Feeling her mouth, Eva’s tongue as it plowed through my asshole!
A definite note for the next time a lady cum for my counsel let her friend eat her out from the back. “Ooooh fuckkk” came rocketing out of my mouth. My arms are stretched out holding onto the mattress. Her tongue, Eva’s tongue, my little angel who would challenge even the silver fox of the bay, tonguing my asshole. Eating my A-hole! Sucking and slipping that perfect tool into my butthole! All I can do is, “Ooo Ooooh yesss!” All I can do is thank the Goddesses who have joined us tOoo! “Oh yes! Fucking eat my ass” nodding my head in a frantic manner. Hoping that this would never end!
Gasping for air as I still lay there. Hands gripping the mattress. Feet locked on the floor. Heartbeat hammering away at my ribs like something that I have never experienced before. Butt her hands, the same hands that had flipped me. That had positioned me. The same hands that now are gripping my ass cheeks and lifting them up! Lifting them up , exposing my tender little cunt, my soaked asshole!
Her tongue is not finished with my body. Not now, not ever. And from the feel of it, “Oh Goddess” slipped from my lips. “Ooh Goddess” the repeat while Eva’s tongue slid down my crack. “Ooooh.. Ooooh…” trying not to jerk back. Trying not tOoo…
The slam back against my tongue. The way that my wife’s body was dripping from her own cum and not my spit meant the world to me. To think this young lady, a young priestess who actually feel head over heels for me on her first day at work! Just thinking about that day, the way my stomach felt. Seeing the girl of my dreams, this present from the heavens when I entered the temple. If I was dreaming then, if my tongue had never tasted such a rare treat. Dropping my hand down to feel my own wet spot. To plunge my twin fingers into my deepest darkest fantasy. As I blinked, blinked on that day I would never have thought to see this woman. This snatch dripping woman from my dreams naked! Naked and ripe for my tongue. Naked and willing to give me whatever I want. Naked and moaning here before me!
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