【蘇珊強森傑作選】： 消失的土耳其人—Recovery 5

Abdul handled his enormous penis naturally, easily, like an indulged plaything, massaging it over Zena’s now unresisting face. He slid it down her neck to sink it in the deep valley between her breasts, rested it there as his hands squeezed her breasts against it, then ran it over the twin ivory mounds, leisurely enjoying the tantalizing feel. As it wandered back up to her mouth, he held the shiny red tip near her lips and ordered in a very low voice, “Hold me and tell me you want to kiss this big, hard organ that offers so much joy to that dripping cunt of yours.”

Zena’s eyes opened in dismay. “NO!” she cried.

“Now, sweet one, remember the boy,” Abdul reminded persuasively. After the merest hesitation Zena’s small hands rose to clasp the noble erection. Abdul shifted forward an inch until the swelling end touched Zena’s tightly closed lips.

“Tell me you want to kiss it. Say ‘Let me kiss my pleasure shaft, master’.” Zena resisted, remained silent, unmoving, Abdul chuckled indulgently. “What a little, stubborn jade. Come, if you learn your lesson well, I can be a very generous master. Your hot little cunt will be stretched again by my lance, and then the boy will not stay behind. You can’t shirk your duties to me. You must obey. It’s not so difficult. Gratify me with a pretty submission. Say it for me.”

Deeply humiliated, wretchedly aware he was only toying with her, Zena’s lips parted as she began the faltering sentence. With each word her full mouth brushed the swollen head of Abdul’s penis, her lips whispered the words softly against the sensitive, responsive organ. “Let me…kiss…my pleasure shaft…master.”

“Very, very good, my charming little student,” Abdul commended as he drew in a deep breath. “Open your delectable lips,” he whispered huskily.

As Zena obeyed reluctantly, Abdul slowly slid in his long, rigid penis, and her lips closed over the hardness.

“Let your fingers and tongue caress me, petite slave,” Abdul murmured as he stroked her pale cheek.

Zena yielded; her fingers brushed the base of his penis, moving downward to feel and touch the heavy testicles that hung pendulously near her neck, while her tongue and teeth licked and nibbled obediently on the mushroom-shaped tip. Abdul’s eyes shut as the erotic tide inundated his senses.

“Ah, what a seductive little bitch,” he sighed as he held Zena’s head between his hands and slid slowly back and forth. After several minutes a few drops of salty fluid oozed from the pulsing tip and slid down Zena’s throat; Abdul reluctantly withdrew.