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She backed off of his face and sat on his chest to recover, leaving droplets of her moisture in the hair on his chest.
"What teacher taught you how to enjoy that?"
"That is of no importance," she said, still breathing heavily. She moved down Dieter's body and kneeled between his legs, "She was very selfish."
Before he could comment on this revelation, Friday's beads touched all in a circle around his cock and Dieter felt her lick him from base to crown, just as he had been doing to her moments before. "Are you sensitive here?" She asked innocently as one of her fingers touched his anus.
Dieter jerked. "I've never had any... luck... with that."
Friday sucked his cock into her mouth completely and bobbed her head a few times, then licked the head again. She continued, varied the pressure, the speed, the moisture. The beads clicked and danced on his skin. She sang him songs to his cock. He held her head in his hands. She made Dieter see colors and hear music and feel lightning. She made him gasp and grunt. Then, as she felt him rushing towards his orgasm, she slipped her finger into his anus and pressed.
"Shit! Ahhhhhh!" He came explosively. Friday couldn't keep up with him and his semen got on her face, on her hair. She kept her finger just inside him and pressed one more time. Dieter grunted and jerked, her teeth grazing the head of his cock, her finger on some unknown bright button inside him.
She kissed his stomach, cleaned up gently with what was left of her dress. Kissed his lips to keep him from speaking.
"Beatrice," she said, as she curled up next to him on the rug, "was doing it wrong."
"Who?" he said.
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He asked her for her name when they were away from the others in the closet and she was standing with her head against his chest.
"Marie Marthe," she said. "The others will be upset that I have told, but they are owing me a little now. At least they think they are owing me. I have not done anything I was not hoping to do."
"Marie Marthe." Dieter said thoughtfully, "You have the names of two sisters. It seems right. You seem to be more than just one woman."
"Tomorrow's game will be difficult for some, but it won't be for you."
"Well, if it's a lineup, I know I just need to find the Congolese woman with the perfect body."
"How did you know our Independence Day?" Friday asked, "I was very impressed."
"It is my uncle's birthday. He is always joking that he's exactly the same age as Congo. It was a long shot."
"Now I'm less impressed." Marie cupped his buttocks with her hands. He flexed. "Okay," she said, "now I'm impressed again."
- COMMENTS
DominantFreakover 10 years agoAwewhhh, I can't decide if this one or Monday is my favorite. I'm having troubles?! ;)
gemman1almost 11 years agoAs I have said before, you are a very good story teller, Excellent series.
Anonymousabout 13 years agoWhat happened to the other four couples while Friday was having her turn?
Did they all have a wild weekend afterwards?
Did they get back to serious study and things return towards normal?
It seems to me that this series could be developed in many ways. I certainly would like to read more.
Anonymousabout 13 years agoWonderful stories- thank you. Really enjoying the individuality of the characters- you have totally brought them to life.
As for those last 2 comments, this story seems to subtly be about power and control. I think you'll find there's lots of people who are interested and excited by power and control in sex. If you can't understand that, and can't see past the colour of someone's skin then it really is your sad loss.
