Lady Luck 2

Then she bent her head down and started using her tongue to make damp patches on my briefs. One big damp patch really, all up and down my shaft as she bobbed it around and nibbled at the top of it. Nothing at all that you'd notice really, apart maybe from that one hundred per cent perfect ass my eyes accidentally fastened onto somehow. Maybe because Chloe was swaying it gently from side to side like the head of a snake beguiling its prey.

"Uh, Ms Doofer ... you can take those briefs off me anytime you like."

Her voice was on the edge of laughter: "Are you sure you don't mind showing me this great big prick of yours ?"

"No, that's OK, Ms Doofer. It's a necessary part of the service. If you don't do it I can't make the agreed delivery."

"You mean I've got to do it or I'm breaking a contract?"

"That's right, Ms. It's against the law for you not to strip me of. You wouldn't wanted to be cited for contempt of court, would you?"

"Oh no, I wouldn't want that to happen to me. I'd better get them off straightaway, hadn't I, Mr Donkydick?"

"I guess so, Ms Dooferatickle."

Cloe laughed again and clawed down my briefs in no time squared.

"Gracious me, you're in exactly the same state as my boss always is when I undress him. You're surely not going to put me across my desk and fuck me with that monster like he would now?"

"Of course not, Ms Doofer. I'm not like your boss, I'm a gentleman. I'm going to make you suck my cock and then I'm going to fuck you."

Chloe stuck an attitude like a schoolgirl getting an unfair punishment: "Oh, sir, but I couldn't do anything like that with you watching me -- I'd be too shy."

"Alright then, I'll keep my eyes closed while you're doing it."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"OK then, but if I catch you peeking I'll stop."

Now that was a challenge I hadn't expected and I wished I'd kept my big mouth shut so I could have kept my eyelids open. Still, it'd be kind of interesting to see how long I'd be to resist the temptation of watching Chloe blowing me. Maybe the situation had the makings of a great new party game.

"Eyes tight shut," I told her and waited.

But not for long: her hand was on me with seconds, gently tugging at my length as if making sure it was securely anchored.

"These things are beautiful -- they're too good to be wasted on men."

It was my turn to chuckle.

"Well, it's true. I'd love to take one home for a pet but you have to take a man along as well as part of the deal -- it's not fair."

"Perhaps we could get something done with genetic engineering," I said. "But imagine all those woman taking their pet cocks for walks through Central Park."

Cleo sniggered: "At least we'd finally have them where they belonged -- on leashes."

"I'd prefer to think of it as a plant," I told her. "And it needs to be well watered if it's to keep on growing."

"OK, OK, back to the salt mines."