SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE - Sex Stories

SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE

... tool. His glans was juicing like a sieve and beet red and pulsating. The elongated vein that ran down the full length of his shaft made her lips hum just by sucking it. It beat a mighty tattoo. His balls were rough, but hairy and heavy. She had played with them hard and then a little softer but he made no comment at all. It was as if he were an automaton. Well, he HAD been smoking that thing before she got her lips wrapped around it. He lit it for her. Then she remembered that he had only inhaled it once. That might account for his clarity of head, but what could account for his lack of amorousness? He was rock hard and ready, but his head was clearly somewhere else. But where? And where was she now? Penny tasted her lips. There was a salty taste on them... not the sugar and spice flavor of the guy's dick that she had sucked some time ago... though she wasn't sure just how long ago that was. She worked his rod well with her tongue, too. Accustomed as she was to receiving great compliments about her masterful cocksucking, she was a little surprised that the dark stranger hadn't said anything. The dark stranger... what was his name again? Oh, yeah... Rudy... that's what he said. He had an accent, too. Dark, thick, a little lilting. Could have been French, but not from Paris. She had learned to recognize that particular accent by now. And he asked her only a few questions. How did she like Paris... where was she staying... had she seen the Champs Elysees yet? Stupid things like ...

... that. But he wasn't so stupid in bed... just emotionless. His big red wang stretched her mouth out to ridiculous proportions, but she sucked him hard anyway. She wasn't used to throwing in the towel on a project like this. After all, she had her reputation to safeguard. Who knew what circles Rudy ran in? "Mmmmmmm," she said about halfway up his fuck pole. She gave him lots of feedback on how, well he tasted, but she couldn't really call him a good lover. She wondered if somebody'd made him in a factory and forgot his heart. They sure had screwed one tremendous dick onto him though. Faster and faster she whirled her tongue around. She probed his slit with her tongue and coaxed out some hot gooey fluid. She used it along with her saliva to slick up the shaft of his stick. Up and down, she sucked him. Harder and faster. She put a lot of energy into getting him to come around. She didn't care if he told her she was the most fabulous cocksucker in captivity, but an acknowledgement that she was alive might be nice. But nothing. He just set his hands against his slender hips and let her suck him. As though she were trying out for a part and he was a big rich jaded producer. Not even so much as a tug at her sleeve to make her do something else... like lie down and take his dick up her pussy. That at least might have been a bit livelier. Up and down his big hard fuck stick, Penny slid her mouth. She gulped him all the way to the hilt and held on tight. Deep-throating! Now that ought ...