AWOL - Part One

Dappled light escaped through the cream coloured muslin curtains. In front of large bay windows, and fell across Charlotte’s cute freckled face. Her smudged rouge lipstick shone, trailing along the portion of my shiny semi- hard cock submerged down the back of her throat. Bubbles of glistening spittle slowly streaked its way down to my pubic hairs, her head moved slowly toward it twisting in a corkscrew motion. A faint groan, and her mouth widened then spluttered, she coughed, gagging.

She pulled back, but still held a firm, gum sucked grip. Her tongue lashed the underneath my stiff shaft flicking from side to side along my black swollen meat. Then inhaled, slurping in one movement. My legs trembled, teasing me now, her head rocked backward. Loose curly blonde hair fell from my grip. Her zaffre blue eyes stared, and winked at mine with my dripping cock-end plopped on the end of her tongue. My leg buckles, and I collapse on the cushion sofa behind me. Panting, gulping a chest full of air in joyful wicked pleasure.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. My name is Marlon, please enjoy, I certainly did.

Charlotte stood up with a naughty slutty smile, licked her lips. And, dramatized a finger wiping off excess fluid from the corner of her mouth. Her erection hoisted high, her. . . ere. . .erection?

“Well, no doubt a deliberate intention, I see it.” I thought.

She then, twirled around before sauntering off through an open door, into another room several feet away. So overcome by her answer to my question, I could only lay there with a fixed gaze at the array of glass sparkling from the decorated ceiling. Then it hit me, I bolted upright. My senses crashed into me.

“She him she, she’s got a cock! What the fuck!” The words bellowed inside my head. However, I wasn’t leaving just yet.

Seeing it blew my mind a little. She was harder than I was. So it stuck out of the black red lined negligee, with pushed to one side see thru black panties. I started to feel better, less nervous, so much better than when I first saw her. Standing there, perched in between the arch front doorway as I parked the car.

Her black and red suspenders held up black silk stockings. High metal heels pushed her up onto the tip of her toes, covered by a large red leather Gucci bow. A smooth firm tanned thigh moved from side to side. One hand rested on her curved hip, the other suggestively high, so her nipples were clearly visible.

I could not believe my eyes, “Oh yes, classy hot bitch, she's lovely.” I thought.

My best mate me this ridiculous thing, but I laughed my head off to his unlikely yarn. I told him straight, what a load of BS.

Anyway, I switched my phone off. No one has any idea where I am. sweet.