Daddy's plaything(16)

She continued that way, moving upward slowly in the slow, jerking movements, increasing the pressure a little each time, and then moving down quickly again when she reached the top of his organ like an eager trout going for an insect. The technique accomplished two purposes. First, it minimized the amount of time Gil's organ was actually exposed to room temperature (the air-conditioning was on) and secondly it was psychological, too, since it gave the impression of a female hungry – desperately hungry – to take the member each time deep into her mouth. At least that's what Rex (the oral connoisseur) had explained to her.

She continued feasting on his cock for a long while to the agonizingly enraptured groans of her patient. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she sighted a row of bottles on the dresser. As a heavy drinker, Gil naturally had practically every kind of liquor imaginable. Along with the usual scotch, bourbon, gin, there were liqueurs thick ones like creme de menthe and creme de cocoa. She ceased her laying labors and crossed the room. Creme de menthe was her favorite. Not only did she like the flavor of it, but it had the effect of prolonging a man's orgasm. The mint had a somewhat cooling affect which often kept a man from reaching an orgasm for hours. She remembered a man who had once spread a mint-flavored tooth paste over the head of his penis and explained that he could fuck for hours after each application because of its numbing effect. She took the bottle of creme de menthe from the row of bottles and returned.

"What are you going to do?" Gil asked. "I thought you'd never return."

"Sorry, love," she apologized, "but I jest saw something that might increase your pleasure."

Gil stared at the bottle. "Christ, I don't want a drink now!" he said. "You-you left me here dying and now you want to pour a drink!"

"Yes, I want to pour a drink," Connie said, "but not where you think. I'm going to pour some of this creme de menthe over your hard-on. It makes your love muscle taste even yummier. I love to lick it off, okay? Also, it makes you last and last forever."

"Last forever?" Gil didn't look as though be wanted to last forever. In fact, Connie guessed, if he had his way he would probably come as soon as possible. Well, be had much to earn and she intended to start teaching him right now.

"Well, not forever," she corrected, "but long enough for me to really get my kicks really sucking all the goodies from your thing."

"Whatever you say," Gil gasped, lying back again. He was in no mood to argue.

Connie uncorked the bottle and let the green liquid spill over the head of his prick and down over his balls. Then she set the bottle on the nightstand and began nursing with renewed vigor.

Now she was really sucking his cock, eating him, as they said, because she was swallowing the sweet-tasting liquid as though it were nectar oozing from every pore of his rod and testicles.

It made for more prolonged and closer contact with every speck of flesh which in turn heightened the sensation considerably. She knew the effect: once a man had poured a thick, sticky liqueur on her cunt before eating her and she had nearly been driven out of her mind! She would have to show Gil that trick some day soon, she thought, but for now she would have to be satisfied with first things first!

"Oh, sweet Christ," Gil was moaning as she lapped the sweet-tasting elixir from his organ.

"Ohhhhh I don't know what you're doing but don't ever stop. You're-you're gobbling me up… you're taking every inch of cock and swallowing it up… Ohhhhhh…"

After a while, when the creme de menthe was gone, Connie ceased sucking briefly and raised her head. "Do you want to come in my mouth, Gil honey?"

"Do you – do you care?" he asked.

"No, darling. I just want to make you happy. If you want to come this way, you can. Then, we can fuck or whatever you want later. What do you say?"

Gil let out a gurgle, not quite a laugh. "Okay, okay," he rasped. "You twisted my arm. But-but I'll make it up to you, you'll see you'll see. Yes. Let me come this way – in your beautiful sucking mouth…"

"All right, sugar. Just lie back and let mama finish you off."

Once again, Connie poured the liqueur from the bottle so that it ran in rivulets down Gil's bone-hard shaft. Then she set about the loving task of cleansing the stiff rod dean of every trace. Better yet, she thought, maybe he would come before the last of the sweet-tasting liquid was gone. She had sucked her friend Rex once this way and he had achieved his orgasm while the liqueur still remained and the taste of the semen and the liquid had been exquisite – a drink to rival the most exotic cocktail imaginable! It had been thick in texture, like that of a brandy alexander or a grasshopper, but the flavor of the sperm had provided a tang that no bartender could ever hope to simulate.