1. Sherry, The Story Teller Pt. 2


    Date: 10/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    me to leave.” “We'll see, won't we?” he said, and reached for his gold cigarette case, took out a joint, lit it and handed it to me.”Here, this will help your storytelling.” I took a hit, inhaling and handed the joint back to him and felt my body responding to the pot, my whole body loosening, and that tingle between my legs warning me I'd better be careful. I took another hit and closed my eyes to find my way back to the story I had started last night. Kneeling between Angelo's legs, Sarah unzipped his slacks and smiled up at him while she placed her hand around his hard cock, then started licking the head, while gazing into his eyes. Angelo lay back in the chair and stretched his legs on each side of Sarah and gave into the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth making soft slurping sounds as she swallowed more and more while making sure her tongue licked the underside of his swelling cock. Angelo grabbed her hair, wrapping thick strands tightly around his fingers, holding her head still, while thrusting harder, faster. “Suck my cock. Suck it!” he screamed, writhing, and within minutes, filled her mouth with his load, then collapsed back in his chair, panting, while Sarah licked the remnants of his cream that dribbled from her lips and down her chin. Angelo was turned on by my description and I loved seeing the big bulge in his red bikini underwear, loved how my words excited him, loved the power my words had. “Do your girlfriends give you blow jobs like that?” “Yes, but Sarah ...
    seems like she's trying to lure that man who wants to buy her farm and make him her farmhand. How does she do that?” “ You have to be patient and listen to the story, if you want to find out.” “I'm not a patient man, Sherry.” “I know. I can tell by the different women you come into Rosie's with every night, you like variety, don't you?” “Yes, I like my little pets, but I get tired of them and when they get too clinging, I dispose of them.” “Dispose of them. What do you do?” “You don't want to know what I do.” “Yes I do. Tell me. How do you dispose of your women?” I couldn't believe I was probing like that, but when he said, “You might find out,” I wasn't sure what to say, but surprised myself when I said, “I'm not afraid of you.” He smiled at me and reached for my pony tail and pulled. “You should be.” “ Maybe you should be afraid of me,” I said, taking his hand from my hair. “ Really.” He smiled and shook his head at me as if I was a fool. I shifted and squirmed away from him and facing him, lifted my leg. “ Take off my cowboy boots.” “ You want me to take off your boots.” “ Yes, please. I want them off. Take them off for me, then I'll continue the story.” He took one boot off and tossed it on the floor next to the bed and rubbed the bottom of my foot then kissed my toe and licked my ankle which send shivers through me. I lifted my other foot and he took off the boot, kissed my toes, and smiled at me while he placed the boot on the floor. I knew what he was doing, but enjoyed ...
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