EXCERPT Moments later, with her panties round her ankles and her mouth full of the black
policeman’s beautiful cock, Emma found herself wondering about her own confused
reaction to what was happening.
On the one hand, the policeman’s whole manner was sinister and Emma suspected
if she struggled, or objected in any way, he would hurt her. Without hesitation
and possibly badly. But what confused her was she didn’t feel like struggling
or objecting. The penis in her mouth tasted clean and salty from the man’s
pre-come flowing from the tip. His thick pubic hair smelled of cologne and his
balls were big and smooth as lemons, the skin taut to her touch as she reached
her fingers into his trousers and rolled the twin spheres, heightening his
pleasure.
Time and again Emma bobbed her head up and down on the man’s cock, taking the
head into the back of her throat and then releasing the shaft, slick with saliva
and come, until her lips ovaled round the crown and she squeezed gently, cutting
off his orgasm until she was ready. She could tell from the labored breathing
coming from above her the man was enjoying what she was doing, and to tell the
truth, so was she, the lips of her cunt felt hot and swollen and warm syrup
dripped from her hole down the inside of her thighs.
Emma wasn’t sure if the guy wanted to climax in her mouth or take himself to a
point of intense arousal and then fuck her and she twisted her head as much as
she could to see the expression on the man’s face. His eyes were closed, his
mouth open slightly and she guessed he wanted her to continue so she did,
slowing her movements, savoring the warmth and thickness of the penis in her
mouth, the flavor of the man’s come which she had to keep swallowing every time
the big head entered the back of her throat, the masculine scent which filled
her senses every time she buried her nose in the silky black curls of his pubic
hair.
He responded by threading his fingers in her hair, holding her down a fraction
longer when she did something he liked, letting her lift her head up when she
needed to breathe, just as Tom did when she was at home in bed, kneeling over
his groin as he lay on his back, raising and lowering his hips to fuck her face
with his long, thick cock as she pushed a thickly-lubed dildo back and forth in
his receptive asshole. For a moment Emma wondered what Tom would have felt had
he been able to see her giving a blowjob to a handsome black policeman on a
deserted train and suspected her lover would have been worried sick and highly
aroused by the sight at the same time. The thought cheered her and she resolved
that, whatever happened, she would not allow the man whose prick she was sucking
to harm her.
The pressure of the man’s hand on the back of her head became more insistent.
Emma sucked harder, long, drawing sucks that gave the man such pleasure he was
moaning softly deep in his chest. She could feel the skin of his balls
tightening in her fingers and knew his balls were buzzing with hot semen it was
in her power to release. The thought turned her on so much Emma longed to reach
down between her legs and frig herself to orgasm at the same time as the man
emptied his balls into her mouth but she dared not alter the rhythm of her
sucking. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples taut, she longed to be fucked
or, better still, buggered, but she kept sucking prick, her own needs put aside
until the man decided what he wanted her to do next for she had no doubt the key
to her survival lay in pleasing him, being obedient, and doing whatever he
demanded.
And then the hand in her hair was joined by another, holding her head in place,
her mouth still, her lips stretched wide round the shaft. The penis in her
mouth throbbed, jerked, and a gush of semen spurted onto her tongue closely
followed by another. Emma swallowed the first heavy spurt of sweet salty
liquid, feeling it slide down the back of her throat, a creamy mass that felt
sensual as it slid down into her belly. She loved the feeling: it was the main
reason she loved sucking cock, that and the feeling of power it gave her to make
a man come using her dexterous tongue and soft lips.
The penis in her mouth pumped out more and more jism, so much Emma found it
difficult to swallow fast enough and she let some of the creamy rivulets of
saliva and semen escape the oval of her lips to drip from her chin and slide
down the shaft. The guy grunted softly, obviously enjoying the slippery
friction of her lips on his sensitive skin. Apart from that he said nothing and
Emma felt relief wash through her that she had given him pleasure by her skilful
sucking.
Eventually the flow eased and the man allowed Emma to release his still-hard
cock from between her lips and sit up, her bare breasts on display, her panties
still round her ankles. Her eyes met his and she took a chance, reaching down
to unhook them from round her shoes and dropping them on the seat next to her.
Absurdly, she found herself wanting praise for emptying the man’s balls, as she
always did from Tom who gave it unselfishly. But this man was different and
Emma knew her ordeal was far from over.
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Children`s Fiction
Erotica Fiction
