how much she’d lost. She thought about her ex-fiancé Norman and began the now familiar ritual of missing him. She thought about how much she had missed sleeping next to him, smelling his cologne and feeling the comfort of his arms. Then another, clearer thought seeped into her brain. “What kind of marriage could I have had with him when he bailed on me because I lost everything?” The realization that her fiancé was no longer on the list of losses surprised her. So did the knowledge that she was better off without him. She fell into a peaceful sleep.
Robert lay quietly with a big smile on his face, thoroughly enjoying his pet’s ministrations. “Yes,” he thought, “she is going to be a good one. She has good instincts.” He also made a mental note, too, that he now had to see the doctor in the morning. His own rule of no unprotected sex before a physical exam had been broken – and he’d allowed it! He smiled again, and fell into a contented sleep.
Gina woke early, as was her habit, feeling warm, comfortable and… rested! She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so good, and slowly stretched her back and legs. As soon as she moved, though, she became aware that she wasn’t alone. With every fiber of her being on full alert, she laid stone still.
Robert felt his pet stir as she was waking and heard the contented moan as she started to stretch. He felt her whole body tighten like a cat about to pounce as she became aware of him, and he smiled. He’d enjoyed the warmth of her body throughout the night and the scent of her. It had been a long time since he enjoyed a woman other than as an object to satisfy his many needs. He felt her eyelash tickle his belly as she cautiously opened her eyes. He was feeling the urge, and it translated quickly to his loins.
As she assessed her situation, Gina saw a limp cock in front of her come to life. As her eyes adjusted to the half-light of dawn, the cock rapidly grew, straightened and bumped her in the nose. Her body went from red-alert status to yellow; she was still not sure of her situation, but at least she knew what to do, now. She tipped her head and met the invading member with her tongue. Robert’s groan of enjoyment was her signal to continue.
Again kneeling beside him, she began her treatment. Her hand explored his sack, cupping him and gently moving his balls back and forth. She ran her nails along his inner thigh so gently as to bring shivers to his whole body. She licked his popsicle slowly up one side and down the other. She used her lips to pop the head in and out of her mouth. All the while, her breasts were grazing his belly, thrilling him, but Robert watched and waited, willing himself to hold back and let her have her way.
She continued her ministrations until it was apparent he was very close to his finish. She turned to ask, “Do you want me to swallow, Sir, or would you like me to turn and mount you?”
The question, and the timing, took him off-guard, but it gave him a moment to recompose and reach for a condom and put it on. He grinned up at her and grabbed her breasts, pulling her toward him. Without another word, she straddled him and slid down onto his throbbing member. He squeezed his handfuls as she rose and fell on his erection. He was large for her and she wriggled her hips; it took a moment to adjust to him in this position. She started to feel the effect of her ride, her own orgasm approaching. He slipped his grasp to her nipples and pinched her hard, bringing her to the edge of her climax. He expertly gauged himself, holding back just long enough for her to reach her apex and he released at the same time. As he pumped into her, she milked him for the very last drop.
They lay for a while entangled together, enjoying each other’s warmth and caress. Robert smiled at her, and said, “I don’t normally rise this early.”
Gina grinned at the obvious pun. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you, Sir,” she said. “Since
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