Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 4 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 4 of 7

... to the television, and ignored the bitch's presence. A few minutes passed in complete silence, where only the sound of the screen and her deep sigh for attention could be heard. I refused to react and managed to ignore her completely until she started to twitch.

"Would you please?" The bright and powerless voice was like sweet music to my ears.

"What's in it for me?" I asked coolly, without moving my gaze, and played as damn precious as I possibly could. Out of the corner of my eye, I could sense that she was getting closer and finally sat down carefully on the couch next to me. She pushed herself closer, and sat with her body facing me.

"Would you please?" I was interrupted, and moved my gaze down to my thigh where her loving hand suddenly lay rested. The thumb slid with small caressing movements as she slowly drove further up my inner thighs. When I looked up, my gaze was glued to two large sky-blue eyes and a pair of lowered, full, dark eyebrows. It was impossible to resist such a loving puppy dog look that was so typical for women to exploit as a trick. Those damn bitches always used the puppy dog look as an alternative solution to most of their problems. I knew it was a positive sign because now she was close to being desperate.

I stood up, turned to her, and looked down. She looked up with the same look, and pouted artificially with her adorable lips.

"Come with your hand," I said softly. Her face lit up, like a little kid in a candy store. I could ...

... sense that she thought I was going to grab it to pull her off the sofa and join her over to her father. But I quickly put a damper on the blooming heart the moment I put her hand down on my crotch. It was a joy to see her great joy disappear like dew before the sun. I knew that she sincerely believed that she could persuade me so easily without having to work for it. But she was wrong. With a disgusting gasp, she immediately pulled her hand back, while turning her body away, and dropped the lower jaw in astonishment.

"If I'm going to do something for you, then you have to do something for me too," I said firmly. "You started it yourself," I pointed out soon after, standing with a confident smile as I enjoyed the tense atmosphere. It was entertaining and mega-exciting to see the many contractions in the cute facial expression working at full blast. She thought hard about which direction to go.

"Fine," she sighed, and rolled her eyes, and settled herself so she was sitting right next to my crotch. Unforgiving and violent, she lifted my shorts and underpants at the same time, sighing several times. Each sigh she let out gained more force than the next before she finally put a firm grip on my limp member. She squeezed hard, a little too hard, but I liked it. The girl's disgruntled and tormented behavior excited me so much that it quickly worked wonders. My growing member immediately got busy showing off, and was equally turned on to see her in discomfort. The bitch fell silent ...