the fly. He was going European,
no underwear at all. She wondered whether Mr. Fawcett had picked these outfits
for him and Stone.
Heath pulled his erect cock out and started stroking
it. Coco watched. Then she remembered that Mr. Fawcett was watching. Now she
understood, kind of. She grew wetter watching him touch himself, watching
him run his hand over his long thick shaft. His hand gripped it like a tennis
racket and he pointed it at her while Stone continued to spank her. Coco
was so aroused.
The spanking stopped for a moment but Coco was so
absorbed in Heath touching himself, as he looked at her with those green eyes,
that she took no notice. She’d never seen any like them; she’d never forget
them.
Her wrists were suddenly in the strong grip of
Stone. He pulled her arms behind her back. Heath undid his tie and tossed it to
Stone. The strip of silk was wrapped around her wrists and tied tightly. A
touch of panic ran through Coco. But then the spanking started again but
different this time. Stone rubbed her labia while he smacked her
ass. Then he tapped her labia and her arousal increased. She didn’t know
how much more she could take before she melted.
Heath came over to her and knelt before her on the
chaise. He held his cock and brought it to her. He traced it over her face, ran
it over her lips. She went for it with her tongue, licking, tasting his hard
shaft. And he brought it closer to her, leaning into her. She took it in her
mouth and he moved his hips, slowly offering then taking it back just far away
so she couldn’t reach it with her tongue. And Stone continued to spank her.
Coco had never felt anything like this. She knew Mr. Fawcett could not be
disappointed. In a way she didn’t even care if he was. This was too good.
Her tongue ran up and down Heath’s hard cock. Stone
massaged her bottom. He slapped it with one hand, then alternating he started
to tap her labia. Her clitoris was already aroused to its fullest. She was
going to lose control any time. Maybe all it would take was another spank.
Heath’s member was silky in her mouth, filling it as
she sucked and ran her tongue over the tip. He would take it away. Give it
back. Take it away longer. His own hand reached down and stroked it
whenever he pulled it out of her reach.
“Give it to me,” she uttered. She wanted that cock.
His hard body was perfect. In his business suit he seemed even more powerful
and dominant. It was his to give and his to take away. Coco wanted it.
“Give it to me,” she repeated.
“Is that how you ask?” Heath replied huskily. His
voice was labored with his own arousal. “I better punish you.”
“Yeah, you deserve it, bad, bad girl,” Stone agreed.
He loosened the tie on her wrists just enough to keep her comfortable. He was
going to give it to her good and he wanted her to like it. Taking her
hips in his strong hands, he rolled her over onto the chaise on her back and
slipped her skirt down her legs and off. Coco moved her legs up to help it come
off. The he dragged the corset down over her bottom, undid the garters, pulled
it over her legs, and flung it away.
She was fully naked now except the red silk
stockings and the stilettos strapped to her feet. Her breasts lay round on her
chest aching to be touched. Stone took off his coat, folded it, and laid
it over the back of a red upholstered chair nearby. He took off his tie
and put it with his jacket. Coco eyed his beautiful body and the smooth
way he undressed. It was so refined how he undressed and folded his clothes.
That thought was quickly displaced as he gripped the top of his shirt and
pulled it open popping off the buttons. He tore it off
his arms and tossed it to the floor. What a body, taut and hard. He had strong
arms, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist. Coco could only admire him. He
was one of the most wonderful specimens of manhood she had ever seen. Heath was
another one. Mr. Fawcett had good taste she mused.
Then