Daddy's plaything(21)

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes, now, now! Oh, Gil! Yes, I'm coming now, baby! Oh, baby! There… there… there… now… Oh, nowwwwwwwww…" she screamed. "Pretty soon we'll fuck… but now I'm therrrrreeee!"

Connie saw stars as the tingle of blessed orgasm ran up and down her backbone, jolted her being to the core and brought a relief she hadn't felt in a long, long time.

They both lay there, Connie shuddering and moaning and Gil panting, too, from his head wagging efforts. "Oh, what a way to make a living," Connie said finally smiling lovingly at her new-found lover. "To think we can be together, live a good life together having sex and going to fun places. You're my sugar-daddy, Gil. That's what you are… a sugar-daddy… a girl's dream come true."

When Connie had rested, she realized that Gil was growing restless. Some time had passed since his last orgasm, his blow job, and she could tell that the excitement of bringing her snatch to a climax with his mouth had once again stiffened his rod and readied him for fucking.

"You want to put it in now, sweet?" she asked, kissing him and fondling his erection. "You ready to stick it in mama's love hole and come again?"

She had barely gotten the words out when Gil grabbed her tits roughly, rubbed them mechanically for a moment, and then mounted up ready to stick his member between her legs. His eagerness startled her somewhat, but she was still wet from his saliva and the creme de menthe so held her cunt lips apart to enable him to penetrate her.

"Yeah," he grunted. "When the chips are down, fuckin' is the best. Good ol' fuckin' with my cock right up your middle. Right in your hot hole with your ass in my hands. Yeah…"

"Yes, baby," she agreed. "Mama loves your pecker up there – loves to feel your come shoot in there." Suddenly Gil paused, raised himself slightly and stared at her questioningly. "You can't get pregnant, can you?" he asked. "I mean, you do take the pill or wear a diaphragm or something, don't you?"

Connie smiled. "I may only be twenty-one, but I'm not a stupid kid," she answered. "Honey, I've been taking the pill since I was sixteen! Come on and let's fuck. Don't worry."

"Good," Gil grunted, apparently satisfied, and began pumping his ass rapidly as he thrust his hard-on piston-like into Connie's cunt.

Actually, Connie thought, Gil did have much to learn. She did delight in the challenge to make him a more affectionate and effective lover in the next six months, but sometimes his eagerness to get things over with bothered her. Right now, for instance, the way he held her ass in his hands – her thighs rather – made her feel a little like a wheel-barrel. The primitive approach often made a woman feel feminine, as though she were being over-powered by the more powerful, cave-man type male, but at this instant she could tell that Gil was thinking exclusively of himself. She might as well have been a goat or a sheep. She was a hot, wet hole to stick his cock in and gratify himself in.

That she might have preference as to position or pressure points had not even occurred to him as he huffed and puffed as quickly as possible with the single intention of unloading the contents of his balls within her. She would have to change all that. She owed the poor dear that in exchange for the salary he would pay her. But her instruction would have to be done with the utmost care. Years of habit had contributed to his attitudes and methods of fucking a woman and the last thing she wanted to do was bruise his childish ego.

"Okay," he said, breathing harder. "I'm going off now, Connie. Getting my nuts off now."

"Give it all to me," Connie purred. "Let's go fuck… fuck… fuck! Come inside in mama's pussy like a nice boy!"

"There it is," Gil moaned. "There she blows!" He spoke a little like a boy might speak to another boy when showing a prized agate from his marble collection. "Yeahhhh… there it is!" he gasped. He lay there with the full weight of his body on the top of her, gasping for breath. Almost immediately, his hard-on dwindled away to nothing and he rolled away and faced the wall. He didn't say a word. Connie had not come, but she didn't mind. She began rubbing his back. "Do you want to rest awhile before we have dinner?" she asked.

He shrugged her hand away, as though her touch annoyed him. "Dinner?" he grunted. "What the fuck for. You hungry already?"

"No, darling," she said softly. "I just thought you might be after your efforts. If you want, I'll call room service."

"Room service? Who do you think you are? Lady Astor? Why don't you go down and get a hamburger in the coffee shop – something your style."