Free Hot Buttered Strumpet by Mina Dorian Page B

companionship. Somehow more intimate than fucking her would have been. Wren chewed on his bread, contemplating the woman. She looked younger than she had downstairs, certainly younger than his own thirty-two, and more vulnerable. Wren realised that she had been putting on a show for the sake of the customers in the bar.
    He liked her better with her guard down. He wanted to know more about her, but he’d feel strange blurting out questions. So he continued to eat in silence, enjoying the moment of closeness.
    After eating two more slices of bread and an apple each he was done, and it appeared she was also. She handed him the tankard of ale. He drank, then gave it back to her and leant back against the headboard of the big bed. When she set the tankard on the table, he patted the mattress next to him. “Come and join me,” he said.
    She smiled, and crawled across the bed towards him on all fours, her lush breasts spilling over the top of her corset. His cock reacted instantly, straining against his breeches. She smiled a wicked little smile. “Would you like to feed me some dessert, sir?” she asked innocently.
    Wren’s brain went blank, but his cock must have nodded his assent because she reached for the fastening of his breeches, deftly unbuttoning him to set his shaft free.
    She crept closer and took him into her mouth, licking around the top with a quick, soft tongue, then took him deeper until the head of his cock hit her throat. Her mouth was warm and wet against his rigid flesh and, when she swallowed, the movement of her throat drew Wren’s groan. He closed his eyes in delight, unable to think of anything but the pleasure she was giving him. Her low moans sent delightful vibrations through his shaft, and he realised she was enjoying herself too.
    The woman began to move her mouth up and down in a slow, maddening rhythm that would drive him over the edge all too quickly. Her teeth grazed the sensitive head of his cock and his eyes flew open.
    She was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Her full red lips were closed tightly around him and her rosy cheeks sucked inward to create the perfect amount of pressure as she roved up and down his erect shaft. The combined pleasure of feeling her and seeing his cock disappear into her mouth then appear again swollen and slick with saliva almost made him come. She didn’t take her eyes off his face nor her mouth from his cock, but her eyes sparkled with mischievous pleasure when she popped her breasts entirely out of her strained corset and began to play with her hot pink nipples. Damn, she was good at this!
    Wren groaned, wanting to close his eyes again in bliss, but unable to take them off her for even a second. She pulled on her nipples. They grew tight and she closed her eyes, moaning with pleasure.
    When she took one hand from her breast to caress his balls and roll them around in their soft pouch, Wren couldn’t take it any more. He came long and hard, spurting hot semen into her mouth while she sucked and swallowed him down. His cock jerked as spasm after glorious spasm shook him and she moaned around him again.
    He spent into her mouth for what felt like ages, feeling her throat working as she swallowed it all, licking every last drop from his shaft. She continued to suck and lick him greedily like a bear with a sweet tooth feasting on a honeycomb. When the last spasms of his orgasm finally subsided, Wren closed his eyes and rested his head against the headboard in tired contentment.
    It took him quite some time to recover from the ground-shaking orgasm she had given him. The truth was, when the door creaked, he had to jerk his eyes open, almost afraid she had decided to leave him when there was no more fun to be had. But she was still there, kneeling on the bed still fully-dressed, except for those glorious full breasts, which were pressed impossibly upwards by her corset. Her head was turned towards the door and he followed her gaze, only to groan in disbelief