And I’d like to have it in her again, though I’m not sure how that would work out. I’ve never gotten a boner without torturing or killing someone first, and I have no desire to fuck her corpse.
I could conjure memories of my kills, but for some reason, with Fiona, I don’t want to.
Perhaps there are other things I could try.
My eyes rove over her body, searching for something. A feeling it might conjure.
She’s a pretty girl. Beautiful, even. Not that it matters.
There’s a slight stirring in my cock, alerting me to hope. I just have to fan the flame.
“I’d like to lick your cunt.”
Her eyes dart to mine as she slowly chews the processed meat. Apparently, I’m not the only one startled by my suggestion.
She swallows, licks her lips, and says, “Right now?”
“Do you need more food?”
She pushes her plate away, shaking her head from side to side.
I go to my knees as she slides her pants and panties down, casting them aside.
“I’ve never done this before,” I confess. “Will you tell me what you like?”
“I’ve never done this before, either,” she whispers.
I was counting on her being more experienced, but I suppose I’ll have to improvise.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She complies, and I get to see her pink, hairless slit for the first time, because when I was at the brothel, my eyes were on Madam Levy.
I pull her puffy lips apart and look at her anatomy. I don’t watch porn, but I’ve analyzed it when trying to understand my victims, and Fiona’s cunt is easily the prettiest I’ve seen.
After a moment, she shivers, shifting ever so slightly.
“Is something wrong?” she asks.
“No.”
I press my face to her seam and give it a long lick, hole to clit. The sensation makes her body tense, which isn’t particularly arousing for me. Maybe this isn’t the way to go about things.
Still, I continue licking, familiarizing myself with her sex.
At first, she’s nervous, shaking, and stiff, but as I continue, her body softens, and her shakes turn from fearful to aroused.
I’ve never been so close to a pussy before and I’m shocked by how obscenely wet she’s getting, and with the wetness brings the potent, musky odor men go so wild over.
“Oh, God…it feels so good…don’t stop…”Fiona pants, grinding her pussy against my face.
I’d decided to try this in an effort to arouse myself, but it had the unintended consequence of turning her on.
And yes, that is a consequence. She’s not my Kept woman, and I have no desire to make this enjoyable for her.
Still, I continue licking her pussy, swirling my tongue around her clit, sucking it into my mouth.
And just as I’m about to pull away, thinking it a wasted effort, she screams her release, grabbing my hair and bucking wildly against me.
