Faciala

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You dance around the room and make it to your door. You look through the peephole and see no person besides that woman McKinley is somehow married to. He deserves better...You unlock the door and open it. Before you can do or say anything, though, Sasha forces herself inside and flips on the lights. "Hurry and close that door," she commands you.

You do as she asks, but you aren't by in any means in a hurry. She's at your mercy, not the other way around. "So, you're gonna keep your end of the bargain then?"

She darts her eyes away and crosses her arms. "You didn't give me a choice."

"Ah, good. You understand the situation you're in, then," you chime. "Well, you better get your dick-suckers wet then. I've been needing something like this in forever."

Sasha sighs and looks at her feet. "Get comfortable then..."

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She averts her gaze from yours. She crosses her arms defiantly as she awaits her other commands. "Well, you might as well get undressed."

You sit at the foot of your bed to watch her. She's older than some of the girls you saw at Tiny's Tavern, but wasn't old. She was a full blown adult; fully matured with her breasts still firm and her ass still plump. She is beautiful and full of energy. If you hadn't walked on her getting railed by two strangers, you might've guessed McKinley to be a lucky man.

Eventually, she strips out of her outer clothing, only leaving her black panties and bra on herself as she faces you. She isn't particularly all-muscle, but you can still see her abs and biceps outlines. You can tell she's seasoned and has had a good background when it comes to health. You whistle and start unbuttoning your shirt. "Damn, girl. You look breathtaking."

She smiles slightly, but still doesn't look at you. You stand up and snap your fingers. You put your hands on your hips and cock peer into her eyes. "What is it? You only like it when a man takes advantage of you or something? Do I need to get your dinner or a drink first?" Your barrage is a little brutal, but it is littered with sarcasm.

Sasha catches your sarcasm and steps away. Her gaze darts to the table as she hugs herself. "This is embarrassing."

"I bet McKinley would say the same if he found out two of his co-workers were fucking his wife." You stretch your arms out, the sarcasm no longer in your voice.

Her face starts to burn red, but not from lust or love - she's irritated. You think that maybe you need to apologize and pay her a compliment before she gets close to your cock. However, she's quick and starts undoing your belt and buttons on your trousers. You sit back down just as she gets your pants down to your knees. "What is it you want me to do to you? Or you to me?"

"Own up to your reputation and suck me off or something." You spread your arms and lean back, letting her take the lead. "I trust you know how to do that."

The coolness of her fingers touches your waist briefly as they grip the band to tug on it. In a few moments, Sasha's eyes fix onto your length, and she gasps slightly—a quiet mutter leaves her mouth before she looks up at you. "How do you want to do this?"

Her digits wrap firmly around your flaccid length, slowly pumping your shaft until you're at least halfway erect. Despite the initial cold, the rest of her hand is inviting and warm - it was an odd shock and awe. "What can you do with that tongue?" You say after subduing your chills. Her green eyes bounce to yours just as you achieve yet another one of your hard inches.

"Is that what you want?" She rubs her tongue over her lips, looking at your growing erection. You nod in response to her question. You can feel the grip around your penis tighten subtly when you do this. "Sloppy, gentle, or...?"

You didn't expect a follow-up question. "However you want it. Show me how much my silence is-"

Without even letting you finish, she lolls her tongue over your testicles, lathering each of your balls in a layer of her warm saliva. The sensation of this action is nothing short of incredible. You swallow your gasp as you watch McKinley's wife loll you as she works her hand along your length. Up and down...Up and down... She wastes no time in stimulating your cock with both her hands and tongue. As her right hand works your shaft, her left grabs your balls and squeezes them gently as her tongue rolls left-to-right, only occasionally does she take you into her maw, where she washes them generously. Your fingers begin to dig into the sheets of your bed as she climbs up your inches with her tongue. She twirls her serpent-like organ to tease you.

Her brown eyes fix onto yours, making sure you aren't trailing off or ignoring her. Suddenly, you understand why the other two didn't want to lose this trade - this was amazing. Again and again, she whips her tongue all around you, lathering every square inch of your cock in her spit. It's warm, cool, and intimate. She kisses your head, then your shaft, then sucks tenderly on your nuts. She flicks her tongue on your inner thigh, making sure that all the nerves even close to her work station are teased.

Sasha's heat joins yours; she doesn't seem to be particularly enjoying herself, but there's a sexual gleam behind her brown eyes that tells you she's enjoying the sight of you're sexual amusement, so she continues to do her best. You adjust your legs and sit up straight. Your cock throbs in her grip as she does another pass of her tongue. It feels like you're about to cum. Your dick is rock hard, but it only inflates the sensation of both her fingers and tongue. She's hardly broken a sweat, but she's already nearing you to an orgasm.

"Alright-" you manage. "Suck my dick..."

Sasha's hands squeeze slightly, making you jolt. "You sure look like you're enjoying yourself. Don't tell me you're about to cum already. I expected more out of you."

"You do a good job, Sasha. I might be nearing my limits here." You stand up and brush back your hair before looking down at her to do the same. "That's one talented mouth you have."

She smiles with pride, probably to cover the shame she actually feels conducting this while her husband is more than likely sound asleep next door. She scoots back and looks at your cock - wet with her spit and dripping with your pre cum. She grabs you by the base and locks her lips around your tip. Already, you can feel her naughty tongue teasing your glands between its lashing your head. She plays with your balls and tugs on them subtly every time she manages to put another inch of your meat into her. She bobs slowly, her eyes never leaving; she's making this much more intimate than you thought she was going to, but that just makes it better.

Sasha then closes her eyes; you're halfway in. She starts to moan as she feels your hard penis bounce off the roof of her mouth. "Mmm~mmf~"

What happens next is something you were waiting for. She begins to bob her head back and forth, railing her own throat with your hard meat. You can feel her tongue slide under your length as you feel her tight throat now milking your member. You think about thrusting inside of her, but you watch and feel what she's capable of instead. Indeed, Sasha is no rookie - she doesn't fight her gag reflex or even stop to breathe. She's in complete control of her emotions and her actions. Again and again, she slides you in and out of her throat, increasing the stimulation 10-fold.

Her fingers still juggle your balls, tugging them sometimes to make you jolt and to make some desired noise. You're closer to the edge than ever, but don't want to stop yet. So you pull and pull her hair back. You start jerking yourself off slowly as you look at her damp features and wet mouth. She chuckles and sticks her tongue out as you masturbate right in front of her. You guide your cock to her tongue and jerk your stick on it. "You naughty boy~ you shouldn't be torturing yourself like this."

You swallow, her voice is different than what it was when she came into your room. There's no shame behind it, just a horny woman's. While you continue to yank it, you can still feel her hands glide over your genitals and inner thigh. Her finger tips linger suggestively close to your asshole as she stares at you. A blush starts to burn around your cheeks as several thoughts penetrate your mind. The limits with this girl are far; so much could be done with her...

You stop jerking off and thrust yourself inside, no longer curious about what she could do with you. She grabs your waist and takes you in as you ram in and out of her. Finally, you can hear the noise of a proper cock-sucker as you rail it in. Over and over - you poke inside of her throat, milking yourself off with her mouth. The grip on her hair isn't that tight. She's moving her own head to hurry the pace of your orgasm. Your knees start to weaken, and so does your grip. Something hot shoots through your whole body as a moan boils out from your mouth.

Sasha pulls back and grabs your cock, slowly working your shaft over your face as you start to spray her features with your white liquids. She licks her lips and sucks you off, assuring that you are 100% spent. You fight the shudders and moans as Sasha continues, despite pushing you back into the bed. Once you've softened enough, she wipes her face with a handkerchief at the edge of the bed.

"I trust that'll be enough to keep you quiet about what you saw me doing." The lust in her voice is gone. Even her demeanor has relaxed.

"Yeah...That'll be it for now. If I ever catch you doing something you shouldn't be doing again, I'll have to make you do something like this again." You tell her, in a weaker state than you would have liked. Sasha shrugs and grabs her clothes. She gets dressed and walks out.

You get up and clean up, too. You look in the mirror and notice how pink your cheeks are. There's no way Sasha took you seriously with this kind of expression. You'll have to take better control next time; otherwise, she'll just walk all over you, not to mention not take any of your threats all that seriously.