Madeline Blows Tack

Madeline took her clothes off, she hoped the added visual appeal would speed him along. He took his clothes off likewise. His cock was already hard, and wouldn't take much work. At least Madeline hoped. He must have been quite aroused.

Tack made himself comfortable on an ancient looking metal chair. It at least had been covered with some blankets to make sitting in it more enjoyable. Tack leaned back and spread his legs. Madeline moved down to her knees and didn't waste time.

She grab his shaft and took him in her mouth doing what she did best. Tack's groans of pleasure indicated she hadn't lost her touch. She doubted she ever would. He reached down and groped her breasts, one after the other.

"Damn these things are massive. Some real Brahmin milkers." he said as he stooped to grope her then twisted Madeline's nipple hard.

She moaned from shock, and also from pleasure--which made her both excited and repulsed. She pulled her mouth off tack to speak.

"Well you won't get any milk from twisting them I'm afraid." Madeline said sarcastically.

"Don't worry." Tack said with greater sarcasm "You're the one doing the milking today." He nodded his head down at his cock--a silent command to continue "milking" him.

Madeline sighed, took in a breath then went back to work. One of her soft hands worked his shaft, another explored his thigh's their fingertips adding sensual tings to his lower half. She looked up at him and saw he was biting his lip, fighting the urge to cum.

Like a bloodhound catching a scent Madeline worked all the more fiercely. She tightened her delicate lips around Tack's veiny shaft, her head sped up as if nodding desperately again and again.

Tack began to squirm, a deep breath heaving his chest and his groaning rose.

"aaaagGhAgHHHHHH!" he croaked just as there camp a quick rasp at the door to Madeline's room.

*knock* *knock* *knock* "Madeline!" a voice said stifled by the heavy door.