“How do I prove it, Sir?”
We were getting to that. I slid my finger down her ass crack, down into her pussy. Soaking wet, her pussy didn’t compare to Suzy’s, but it’d have to do. But I gave her no pleasure. Suddenly, I wanted to taste Suzy’s pussy. I pulled my finger out of her and slapped her ass. I was done toying with her.
“Stand up and bend over. Grab your ankles,” I told her. After all, this office was tiny. A big man like me barely had room to move around.
She stood. “How are you going to fuck me, let alone stand up with that bum leg?” She asked with attitude.
“Oh, I can stand.” A little gunshot wound didn’t bother me. Putting most of my weight on my good leg, I stood and unzipped my pants. I pulled my erection out. “Now, are you going to bend over, or do you need to be punished again?”
The waitress bent way down and wrapped her hands around her ankles. I started the video of Suzy again.
“Are you ready to be my little cum tart, Suzy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You can start by sucking this cock.”
The woman looked between her legs. “How on earth am I supposed to reach it in this position?”
I hit her ass.
“Sir.”
“Let go of them ankles,” I instructed the girl. Grabbing her thighs, I lifted her into a handstand. Then I took her by the waist and lifted her whole body, so her pussy was right up to my mouth. Her knees rested on my shoulders. I took a whiff, imagining Suzy’s sweet-smelling snatch.
“Can you get to it now?” I asked her, since she hadn’t started sucking, yet.
I zoomed into the video this time, so I couldn’t see Cowboy at all. As I ate this pussy, all I thought about was Suzy. Soon, I came down this woman’s throat.
When I sat her down, she asked, “What in the hell was that?” Her face was all red, from the blood rushing to it. That was part of the appeal.
“What, a vertical sixty-nine? You’ve never done one?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
Men in this town were severely lacking, making things way too easy for me.
“How about anal? You take a dick up the ass?”
She nodded.
I played the video again, telling her, “Bend back over and grab those ankles.”
Cowboy
Our basket pickings were getting slimmer, but Halley didn’t mind the oatmeal and toast. Time sure flies by when there’s a baby around. We spent so much time just checking on him. He ate round the clock, and what goes in, must come out. We were running out of diapers, so I’d started making some out of the hand towels. Halley said she read it was good just to let him go bare every once in a while, to air out.
“Can I go outside?” She asked after she laid the baby down for an afternoon nap.
“Why, sure.” I mean, we were hiding out and all, but I wasn’t going to dare tell a girl who’d been locked up so long, she couldn’t go get some fresh air.
Halley ran out on to the porch and spun around with her arms out like a child. After taking a deep breath in and grinning real big, she practically jumped into theyard, picked up some dirt and crumbled it in her hands. Then she smelled it.
I inhaled, wondering what smelled so nice and sat on the porch swing, taking her in. I’ve been with a lot of women. All of them more worried about stupid shit than happiness. Halley craved what most of us took for granted. Her current state represented the simple life I’d always wanted, but I didn’t know how long it’d last. Sure, right now, it was just us and her baby. How would she be when she was back around others? Pretty soon, I’d take her to Scar and be off to Louisiana. Taking her with me was out of the question. Scar would blow a fuse. Even if I got permission to come back to Tucson permanently, I’d have business in Shreveport to tie up. Bones would go ballistic.
I wondered if Haley would take up to another man while I was gone.
“When are we leaving for Arizona, again?” She asked like she knew my thoughts.
