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Taylor makes it work

... finally stopped, panting, and stared up at her. "We can't stay in here forever," he said, and she nodded. "Quick, show it to me," she said, pointing at his cock. She could see the lump in his pants. He stood, and she sat on the bench in front of him. He unzipped his pants, and drew his hard cock out of the slit. And his two balls. She was entranced, never having seen balls before. She touched them, amazed at their softness. She cupped his balls in one hand, and grasped his cock in the other, jacking it slightly. "Hurry!" the man said, and she pulled him to her, and took his cock in her mouth. She realized he hadn't expected that, and he froze. Suddenly, he didn't seem to be in that big a hurry. She sucked, hard, thinking how different his cock felt than Mr. Bennett's. This one wasn't nearly as long or large, and she could get almost all of it in her mouth. She sucked hard on the cap, and then ran it all the way in, to the root. Damn, she thought, that felt cool. She did it again and again, sucking as hard as she could, until her mouth started hurting. He touched her on the head right before he came, and she could feel him twitching and tensing up. Suddenly he exploded in her mouth, and came and came. He came a lot more than Mr. Bennett had, and she swallowed and swallowed. Jeezus, she thought. He finally got done, and she felt him relax beneath her. He sighed, and took her head in his hands, caressing her. She sucked the length of his cock one last time, feeling it grow soft ...

... in her mouth, and dropped it. "Oh, thank you darling, now we need to get out of here!" he said in one breath, and she grabbed her shorts and stepped into them. He grabbed her panties and put them in his pocket, and they innocently left the dressing room. The man carried the shorts they'd selected to try on, finally dropping them on an aisle somewhere. She wondered how she'd get rid of him, now. He solved the problem. "Thanks, darlin'," he said, and patted her on the head, and walked away. Damn, she thought, I'm gettin' good at this shit. I need to be careful not to like it too much. Mr. Bennett was right, there are bad people out there. That night, she lay in bed and fingered herself to a massive orgasm. She wished somebody was there to lick her pussy like that man had licked it earlier. She was hooked on that shit, after just one experience, she realized. From now on, that was part of the deal. And his finger, up her butt. That had felt pretty goddam cool, once it stopped hurting. She wondered if Mr. Bennett would like to lick her pussy and stick his finger up her butt. Surely he would. A few weeks later, a scarey one did happen. And the worst part was, she knew better. But, her horniness got the best of her. And, she had to admit, she was hooked on her power over these guys. She knew she was making their deepest desires come true. And, like Mr. Bennett had warned her, she knew there were bad guys out there. She was in the basement of her apartment building, in the gym. She ...