Not Quite a White Knight Bk. 03 Pt. 02

Well, if she was going to play it that way, she could not object to the next thing I said, she knew my nature. "You have to let me return the favor. You know the way I am."

"I do know... but I was hoping you might cut me some slack this time. You are an important man, and I want to do something more slutty than usual to please you. After tonight's show... the normal stuff is not enough... not if I want to be real slutty. I have my standards, I want to go farther. To be honest, I liked doing it last time, I liked it a lot. It felt so... personal? Intimate?"

"Taboo?"

"Yes, that too, taboo. Something a slut would do only for her special man."

"What makes you think I don't have the same desires?"

She made a face because I had her there. So she tried another approach. "Maybe I'm too embarrassed to have you do that to me?" But as soon as she spoke she knew what I was going to say.

"Maybe I want to do it even more. You have to know you are more than beautiful. You have wonderful bottoms."

"Please... let me? If you want next time... but this time I want to be a slut pleasing you... Not a partner. Like the others... my sister sluts in the other rooms who are serving the nice men as best they can. It will make me free... free of inhibitions and certain memories."

"Okay, have it your way... for now. But next time I want you there... no argument. You really have beautiful buns and I get urges looking at them. Obscene, taboo urges." I wiggled my tongue at her so she giggled. "Okay?

"Okay..." As she said it she was not exactly happy about the possible trade-off for the future, but for now she was getting what she wanted. She took the victory, her finger pushed a little farther and moved around. I relaxed while adjusting my position, bending forward and spreading my legs so she had more freedom to play with my ass. She was clearly pleased exercising her freedom and getting her way.

Really, with her finger up my ass, and knowing her tongue would follow, we both knew I had very little to complain about. I did recall one regret about Church... he died too quickly.

Church had made her lick his ass at the office, Resha believed he would have her fired if she didn't do it to him. Sometimes she had to do it as another girl sucked him, thereby humiliating Resha before her peers. The heartless bastard essentially held her child's life as hostage to force her. That pissed me off two ways, first it messed her up, and second I had to be sorry that Church had died far too quick and easy, he did not have time to feel anything as the blast ripped him apart. If I had not been so rushed making the deal with the less experienced pair of the child sicarios, maybe I could have figured out a way to stretch his pain out over time, so he got to know it better and feel some real despair as his body tore.

Part of the deep reason Resha wanted to eat my ass was because she still did not feel worthy of me, it allowed her to debase herself which made her feel "in her place" plus she knew I sincerely enjoyed the feeling. That is pretty messed up, for both of us, but more for her because she is innocent. If I was honest and objective, it did not do that much for me, but the rarity of women who will do it, and the fact that she did it so eagerly made me willing to accept it from her.

I admit, feeling her fingers in my tight hole as she cleaned me, knowing what was coming, felt very good. In fact I could not keep my mind focused on how I would have liked to torture Church, Resha's finger was too distracting.

In time her finger was replaced with the tip of her tongue, wiggling as it ventured around the edge of the opening, and then started to worm inside. This was just a warm up, we were both anxious for more involved entertainment in bed.

After the shower we were cooled of, our wet flesh felt good in the heat so we skipped the towels. In bed we just naturally wrapped arms around each other and kissed deeply for a time, making out in a very relaxed manner like we were lovers. It was the complete opposite of the frantic attack from earlier. Actually, extended deep kissing was another thing her various worthless boyfriends never gave Resha, they wanted to score points for contact with other parts of her anatomy, even if it brought her no pleasure. She really liked the attention I was giving to her as a person, especially the kissing. She started to feel like my girlfriend, which meant she was starting to feel worthwhile, like I valued her. We were really in a mood for what would be a long night of sexual fun bringing us closer together.

As we made out our hands explored. Her small hand felt so good lightly wrapped around my cock. Outside of occasionally checking on my pre-cum flow she mostly avoided the head, she just held onto the shaft in one spot with a grip that was not too tight and not too loose. She was connecting emotionally, the grip reassured her. It was comforting reinforcement for her to think that for tonight, this cock was belonged in her body. I could feel her need and desire, plus her confidence that we would get to mutual happiness in due time. Her past experience was for sex in a rush with men who would then turn on her. It was better now at work, except she was still on-the-clock and anybody could turn into filth like the late Mr. Church.

I was the only one with a cock who tried to please her and that filled her with wonder.

I had her breasts and bottoms to play with, again I whispered how good her curvy parts felt in my hands. I also checked her crotch, which eventually became very wet. She got a little embarrassed by the amount of pussy juice she was putting out, she thought that I might think it was something other than excitement. I said I knew better and brought my fingers to our lips for a reassuring taste. She was delicious, and by talking about what a "juicy sexy body" she had I got her grinning. She knew I had Abril and Cynthia and many others available, and she appreciated being counted among that company, even if she had a hard time accepting it as gospel.

The taste of her pussy from my fingers was what moved me to the next step, I insisted I had to get my tongue into her "yummy pussy" just because it was too good to pass up. I moved down her body, like I was going to get between her legs, but she insisted on mutual pleasure instead. I could accommodate that, although I did mention that she had a powerful mouth and we did not want to spoil things. Also, our heights are a mismatch.

She had to wonder aloud if she was the only one being pleasured like this in the house. I doubted it, I said all the guys liked to make their women happy, so they would probably start like this. Then I stopped her talking as we both used our mouths to communicate with good feelings instead of words. I started slow, holding her lightly so she could also use her mouth on me. It was not too intense at first, more like the kissing we did earlier. We were building trust and comfort as we pleasured each other. I knew that like rain and sun grew plants, trust and comfort helped her love for me grow. It was love that would make her my spy.

But after a few minutes I must say that the pleasures of eating her wonderful pussy, plus something in my own nature of greed and sexual desire drew me in for more. I wanted to wring another surprise climax from her before we got to the other things. I became more aggressive and insistent in attacking her with my lips and tongue, and tightened my grip of her body. My arms wrapped around her thighs and my hands rested on her bottom, where they fit so well. I did not leave her much range of motion to work her skills on me. Her complex long inner folds, her bold pleasure stalk in front, and the abundant juices all made me a little crazy. I let myself enjoy her until it was all she could do to hold on.

I feasted on her complex, convoluted, abundant labials for perhaps twenty minutes like that. She was not immune to the pleasure, when I tightened up she struggled a little at trying to reciprocate on my cock. She backed off when she realized that if she took what she was doing to a logical end her own opportunities for pleasure would be shortened. Plus her own arousal started to build to the point where she lost some interest in trying to give pleasure, she mainly just hung on and enjoyed the ride. I was working at building a big climax for her to enjoy. Her pleasure built in stages, like pressure building. She gasped as each stage built. Finally I pushed her pleasure button directly releasing the pent-up feelings so they washed over her. As she released she sobbed. Her body spasmed so hard I had to exert some more strength to keep her where I could stay with her and ride it out. I slowed down my dervish tongue a bit, but I stayed at what I was doing because I simply wanted to keep working my tongue in her tasty complex pussy. I felt as the pleasure wave receded, then started to build again. She made some noises, probably complaining about something that was too nice, that she wasn't worthy, but they did not sound like serious complaints so I just kept on what I was doing. She started along the path to getting off again and the sounds became more like moans, so I assumed all was well and kept at it.

The truth is I really was having a good time doing what I was doing for myself, and what I was doing to her as extreme pleasure tore at her body. I simply did not want to stop.

In the twenty minutes I built her up and got her off three times like that. When she could she complained, but you know, it really did not sound sincere. These were big, mind-blanking climaxes. She had enjoyed very little oral sex that was long and pleasurable in her life, meanwhile I was in a good place to give her the new, never-forget-it experience, while reinforcing her commitment me in the process. Win-win. It fit my greedy needs; I was using her own organic pleasure chemicals to rewire her brain with myself locked in as her top priority.

When I finally let up she was very exhausted and a little cross because I kept her going when she objected, but she was also very blissed out after being pleasured for so long by me. Blissed out yelling at me was too amusing for word. Showing both feelings at the same time messed her up. It was entertaining. She resolved the matter with the simple declaration that now she was going to do what she wanted, and I better let her do it without complaint. She was determined to put her tongue and my butt together with vigor, that seemed to be the only thing that would make us better.

"Of course darling," I said. Then I gave her a deep kiss that she was smart enough to melt into.

"How do you want to do this?" I asked some time later, when I broke finally the kiss.

"Do what?" She almost forgot what she wanted. "Oh... nasty man." The question gave her control and made her feel a lot better. Unfortunately, she had not worked out an answer.

Resha knew what she wanted to do, but she was unsure about exactly how she wanted to do it. Where I might have Resha lie on her belly with a pillow underneath, if we reverse the situation it does not work because relative size and strength worked against us. The last time she ate my ass I was standing, leaning forward while she was on her knees behind me. It was nice enough, but that had not been the best for either of us, because it was tiresome for her to "get to" the spot she wanted and give either of us the full benefit.

We discussed some options when I noticed one of the chairs in the room. It was one of these indoor/outdoor chairs, intended to be comfortable while sitting reading in the sun plus easy to clean, padded and upholstered in vinyl, with a back that was fixed reclining at an angle, and fitted with wooden arm rests. The thing was, the seat of the chair was relatively low and the angle was adjustable.

My suggestion was that I stand behind the chair, with my right foot on the floor and my left foot, over the back of the chair, resting on the seat. Then I could lean forward, using the chair as a solid base of support. It was a variant of the "Captain" pose used to advertise a brand of rum. It gave me a secure, comfortable position, did not constrain my package in any way, and opened me up for her wicked tongue to get well into it's naughty business. Resha saw right away how she could sit on the cardio steps behind the chair, at an angle. That way, looking up at my full moon, her tongue would have full access to my pucker on the dark side.

She did not constrain her enthusiasm getting into position.

I knew Resha was driven to this act in part by her "karma" needs. Plus, for some reason, she actually liked doing me this way, it had become a special thing - a bond of sorts - between us. To be honest, I really liked eating her yummy round bottoms and rimming my tongue around her pucker as well, maybe more than she liked it. In any event I let her do it and enjoyed her service. It was not too hard to enjoy. I wondered if it would ever get old for me.

I had my doubts.

After I got into place she settled into the position, getting her tongue rimming around me, adjusting the height and position of the stairs. Rimming feels great for me, but for Resha that was just the beginning, her "unworthy" said she had to go farther. When she said "relax" I pushed out a little, opening up. Just that fast, like a viper striking, I felt the questing tip of her tongue enter my ring of muscle and wiggle around enthusiastically. From my end it felt delightful. From her end I knew it was how she garnered grace, and doing it for me was a pleasure.

Between the better position and her natural skill improving, my side of the deal had gotten a lot better. I certainly enjoyed it as I felt her tongue push into and pleasure my very sensitive nerves, circling around the inside of the entrance again and again. From her special throaty giggle I could tell she loved the opportunity to make me moan, I was not even aware that I was doing it, but she did and she loved it.

Well, she gave me lots of good reason to moan. I noticed I was even getting kind of loud at it. Yow!

For her it was better than before, but there were still some negatives. The cardio-steps let her adjust her height and sitting position to get closer easier. But it was not perfect for her neck, not matter how she adjusted herself it was somewhat a strain. Her arms were wrapped tight to my thigh, holding her in position. The grip was a wonderful way of communicating her need and desire to give me this unusual pleasure. On the emotional side, I could tell she was turned on, I was letting her do something to me that she wanted to do. Well, maybe there was more karma for her if the position had a few problems.

As her tongue worked hard, I knew it was close to sexual, and could be a turn-on, but no matter what it was not going to take me any farther along in terms of arousal, my body just did not work that way. I could let her at it as long as she wanted without any danger of me getting off. Except we both wanted this to end with me filling her pussy while she could still enjoy the feeling.

I could tell when she lost a little energy. Her muscles grew tired from the difficult position. It was no big deal but I asked about the next step. I was inspired by something we did earlier. "Have you ever seen yourself getting fucked?" I asked.

"Are you talking about a blindfold or something? I like to see you smile when... well, I always like to see you."

"That is nice, but I like your eyes, plus it is not what I meant. I mean, have you ever watched your entire body as somebody was taking... having their pleasure with you?"

She had to think about that. "No... how could I? Is it possible?"

"I think so. Want to try? I was thinking of using that mirror, with you standing like you were before, only using the steps to get the heights right."

She stopped moving and pulled away from me, settling down to think for a second. "Fuck me, that sounds HOT. Do you want to try after I am done here?"

"I want to do it now. I think you are done, because I think this idea is hot too to wait. Okay?"

She was so purely eager to try it that she forgot to argue with me.

"Okay," she said as got out from under me. Before I got myself untangled from the chair she had the steps in front of the full-length mirror, where she was standing posed, facing the mirror, arms braced against the wall, her hips cocked deliciously. She had opened her labials and was ready, waiting for me to enter her body from behind. "I am wet enough... plus what we did before... I am so ready, you can stick it right in."

"No no, you missed a step. Come back over here." She did not know what that was about, but she did as I asked.

I got her between me and the back of the chair, facing me. Then I picked her up bodily, resting her bottom on the back of the chair, and closed in for a long hot kiss. I knew that, for this one, my acceptance of her kiss was seen as the highest form of praise.

As always she was hesitant to accept my lips with hers, she always considered her mouth as something that was dirty, and less desirable than her pussy, because of how she made her money. After going at my ass as she just did she especially unsure of herself. So the trust part was not quite solid yet. But that was the whole point, I forced the trust. I forced things, making her accept that I trusted her. Then she only hesitated a moment, because she had to, before she gave herself to the deep open-mouth kiss. Once she accepted that I was all into kissing her, she became very enthusiastic, even aggressive, at returning my affection. I felt tears of joy run down her face as my mouth welcomed her tongue inside where we danced and stoked the passion, smashing the remaining emotional barriers.

I let her lips feel my teeth. She pressed against them, begging me to draw her blood. Score another one for the Prince!

One hand held her in place, but the other went to her wonderful breasts where I took hold, saying with my touch how large and wonderful they were. I know I mauled her a little, there was pain as I took the pleasant handful of soft flesh in my greedy hand while my fingers pinched the nipple. By accepting the pain, embracing it, she gave herself to me even more, pressing against me, her body begging for more use and abuse from me. Pain and pleasure are divided by a fine line, with plenty of overlap in her mind. She had known an abundance of the former. But I stayed in the overlap area, combining both, and that fit with her self image. Whichever I wanted from her she wished I would take it. She was mine to use as I desired.

I backed off and became gentle at all points of contact. For a moment she pressed me, not accepting the gentleness, wanting more of the pain that was her life and need. Then she realized I was ready to start what was next, something that made her very happy, because it made her feel like my woman... my ONLY woman for the timeless duration I was using her, inside her, and the period after when she carried something from my body inside her.

She scurried into position before the mirror, showing me her back and both her entrances, offering the choice, tilting her hips to welcome me into the tight sheath of her woman's flesh.

With our difference in heights I thought final adjustment would take a little time, but she had the height of the steps set right from the start. I took a comfortable stance that was perfect for me. I had to slide the head of my cock along her slit, navigating to separate her complex folds, but once I was lined up at her entrance it only took two thrusts to get my length fully into the wet depths of her tight pussy, so my body pressed against her bottom. Watching and feeling excited her, the moan she gave was pure lusty pleasure sprinkled with heartfelt love. She squeezed me tight with joy, and looking over her shoulder I saw the delight shine in her face. Once I was in the movement was slick as could be, her desire was producing a great deal of fluid. The instroke felt great and on each outstroke it was fascinating to look down and watch her long inner lips cling to my shaft, like her body did not want to let go.