Archive-name: Slaves/krst-09.txt
Archive-author: Kristi
Archive-title: Kristi Rules - Part  9
 
 
                              IX
 
     Both men were satisfied.  Phillip had come without my
touching his cock, and Jabar had splashed his huge load down
my throat.  And I still hadn't gotten mine yet.  And worse,
looking at the two flaccid dicks in the room, I knew neither
man would be in any condition to give me what I needed now.
Neither spoke, both were sheepish about how quickly they'd
come, and nothing is less useful to a hot woman than soft
dicks.
     "I see you boys didn't think about what I'd need, did
you?"
     Phillip didn't speak.  Jabar looked at his watch.  I
could have predicted what he'd say next.
     "I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Blaine, but I must go.  I need
to get back to the front desk."
     I threw my legs over the side of the bed and walked over
to the phone.  I dialed room service.
     "I need another bottle of champagne to room 1642.  And
make it quick."  Hanging up the phone, I turned to the two
men, Phillip still naked, Jabar getting dressed as quickly as
possible.  Fuck, what useless pricks!  Well, no sense crying
over spilled cum.  The night was still young, and so am I.
     "I can come back later, if you'd like, Madam."
     "Thanks, Jabar, but I only give a man one chance to make
me come, and you've had yours."
     He was mortified that I was so direct.  I don't know
what came over me, but suddenly I felt like a real bitch.
Both these men had let me down.  Jabar had an excuse.  He had
just become too excited.  I could understand that.  After
all, many men wouldn't have been able to keep a hard on with
a woman's husband just inches away from his cock while the
wife sucked him off.  But Phillip didn't have any excuse at
all.  I hadn't touched him.  I'm sure he was excited watching
Jabar's cock fucking my mouth, and I suppose given the
situation, most men would have had a hard time keeping their
cookies intact, but Phillip had seen me do this hundreds of
times.  He'd seen more men fuck me than he could count.  And
he knew that after I'd sucked a man off, I needed a hard cock
in my cunt!
     I went back to the bathroom, leaving these two wimps to
themselves.  Tying my hair back to keep it dry, I stepped
into the shower.  It was almost 10:30.  I wanted to get
dressed and go out.  I knew I'd find a hard dick somewhere in
Dallas, but I couldn't count on the two in the bedroom.
     There was a knock on the bathroom door.  I ignored the
first knock.  A few seconds later, I heard the second.
     "Who is it?"
     "Me."
     It was Phillip.  I wasn't really mad at him, but part of
the fun this weekend revolved around keeping him guessing.
     "What do you want?"
     "May I talk to you.....Ma'am."
     I couldn't stay mad at him.  He was trying so hard to
please me.
     "Come in."
     Phillip was still naked.  His dick flopped against his
leg.  His cock ring was still in place, as was his butt plug.
Damn, the man is hung!  But still, it was soft, and I knew he
couldn't fuck me right now.  Regaining my composure I spoke
to him.
     "What do you want?"
     "I'm sorry about coming so soon.  I don't know what came
over me.  I got so excited seeing you suck that guy's cock,
and watching you work your finger inside his ass..."
     "I know, sweetie, but you've got to get a grip on
yourself.  You know how bad I need my pussy fucked after
sucking cock."
     "I know.  Is there anything else I could do to help
you?"
     I knew what he meant.  Phillip's tongue brings me more
pleasure than most men's dicks.  I stepped out of the shower,
and started to reach for a towel.  Phillip was quicker than
me, and before I knew it, he had a towel in his hand, and was
gently patting me dry.  I stood there, watching him in the
mirror.  He had dropped to his knees as he dried my feet.
The scene was very erotic.  As he began to straighten up, I
reached my hands down and put them on the back of his head.
I didn't need to use any pressure.  He knew what I wanted.
His head came up to my pussy, his tongue reaching out and
licking my pubes.  Leaning against the wall, I opened my legs
enough to give Phillip better access to my cunny.  He didn't
need an invitation.  His mouth clamped over my clitoris and
started to suck it gently with his lips.
     I have a very pronounced clit.  When I'm excited, it
pushes past the outer lips of my pussy, and sticks straight
out.  Phillip knew how to arouse me to my fullest.  Without
moving his mouth off my cunt, he reached his arms up my
torso, and found my melon sized breasts.  While his tongue
whipped my clit back and forth, his fingers rolled my bullet
nipples after a fashion of someone feeling fine silk.  I felt
my body tighten as his skilled technique started to build the
fires in my cunt higher and hotter!  And I watched every
movement in the wall sized mirror.  I spread my legs further
apart, and he moved his head between them.  He was eating my
pussy in earnest now, not stopping to give me a chance to
tell him to stop.  As if that were an option!
     I knew I was going to come!  "Oh, baby.  Yeah, suck it,
baby.  Suck my pussy.  Oh, yeah, baby!  Don't stop.  Let me
feel your tongue in my puss.  Oh, yes.  Oh Yes!  Oh, baby,
eat me.  Eat me."
     Phillip had moved his left arm away from my tits and was
rubbing my ass while he pressed his mouth into my pussy.  I
wanted to feel his fingers in my ass hole.  I didn't tell
him, he didn't need to hear it.  He knew what to do.  Phillip
has watched me get fucked often enough to know what I need,
when I need it.  Oh, fuck, I needed a cock.  And I mentally
kicked myself for having sent Jabar away.  I wasted a
perfectly good dick because I'd been impatient.  Thinking
about the dark Arab's throbbing prick as it had pierced my
mouth.  I remembered the way he came in my mouth.  The
seemingly endless spurts of come shot deep in my throat.  As
my husband ate my pussy, I remembered the other man, the man
I'd just sucked dry.  And I came.  Phillip braced me by
holding my legs firm as he continued to punish my pussy with
his tongue.  If he'd not had as firm a grip, I would have
collapsed in a quivering heap on the bathroom floor right
then and there.
     My mind was a collage of flashes from the evening.  I
remembered how the boy we'd picked up on the interstate had
fucked me in the back seat of our Lincoln, fucked me while my
husband drove the car, stealing quick glances through the
rear view mirror, watching this boy fuck me, fuck his wife.
And I remembered how Phillip had pulled the car alongside a
truck, and turned on the inside lights so the trucker could
watch me get fucked by the hitchhiker.  And I remembered how
Phillip had eaten the boy's cum out of my pussy, and then
sucked the boy's cock clean, sucked the boy till he'd come in
Phillip's mouth!  And lastly, I remembered how Phillip had
come in my mouth, just thirty minutes before Jabar had used
that same mouth for his release.  And now, now Phillip was
bringing me to my third orgasm since he'd placed his tongue
on my clit, less than two minutes ago.
     The third was the hardest.  It racked my body like an
earthquake!  My come flowed out of my pussy, and Phillip
lapped up every drop!  And in doing so, he brought on a
fourth, but gentle, orgasm.  It was more than a kiss, but
less than a fuck!  And it primed my pump for another
adventure.  Even as I was coming down from the fourth cum, I
was looking forward to the fucking I knew I'd have within the
next few hours.  And I knew Phillip would fuck me, also.

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