Free His Mistress’s Voice by G. C. Scott Page A

tongue. Beth leaned toward him and kissed the underside of the shaft. The sharp intake of his breath told her she had found a sensitive spot. She kissed him there again, using her tongue as well this time.
    Moving down slightly, Beth used her tongue to lick his balls. That brought a groan from Tom. Encouraged, she continued to use her lips and tongue to arouse him. Tom responded, gripping her hair tightly in his hand and pressing her face against his scrotum. He could smell the odour of his musk and he guessed the same smell was strong in her nostrils as she gasped for breath. She tried to draw back and catch her breath but he held her firmly against him.
    Finally, sensing her difficulty, Tom relaxed his grip slightly and she was able to breathe again.
    Tom lifted her shoulders until she could reach her goal. Beth took his erect cock inside her mouth and Tom felt himself surrounded by the wet warmth. She teased with her tongue, licking him gently. With his free hand he pinched and rubbed her breasts and nipples. Beth continued to arouse him with her lips and tongue. She must have felt him swelling until he seemed to fill her mouth, but she made no effort to avoid what was sure to follow. When he came, she was forced to swallow quickly to prevent herself from choking on his semen. He held her tightly against him for a long moment as he shuddered and emptied himself into her mouth. Then he relaxed and loosened the grip on her hair.
    Beth rolled slightly away from him and he watched her face. He guessed he would remember this day for a long time. He hoped she would too. She tried to sit up without success. As she wriggled and heaved, the cucumber must have been sliding about inside her. Tom wondered how long he could leave her like this. If he went away now, she would be in a state of continual sexual arousal. Not an unpleasant prospect, but he guessed it would be very tiring if it lasted all day. He lifted her off him and stood up. Then he bent to lift her back onto the settee.
    When she was comfortable Beth reminded him of his promise to call Valerie.
    ‘If you insist,’ Tom said. ‘Will it make you hot to hear me talk to her while you’re here? Though you might well burst into flames if you get any hotter.’ Even as he spoke Tom found himself once more marvelling at how natural it seemed to do whatever Beth asked. If he had his way, he would spend the time with her, but she had ruled that out most firmly. He went over to the telephone and reluctantly dialled Valerie’s number. He heard the phone ringing. It rang for a long time, and Tom knew she was out. He was relieved. But he had to keep up the act, so he engaged in an imaginary conversation with the absent Valerie, hoping he sounded as if he weren’t talking into a dead phone.
    Finally he put the phone down and turned back to Beth. She was sitting up on the settee and showing every sign of interest in the evening’s arrangement. Her lips were parted and wet. Her nipples were half-erect. ‘Do you get turned on just by listening to me talk to someone else?’ he asked.
    ‘Some people do,’ she answered. ‘I like to imagine you and Valerie together. I want you to tell me what you do when you see her.’
    Tom heard this but didn’t understand it. Not for the first time, he thought that Beth was a very complicated woman. He was very lucky to have found her, but he wished she wouldn’t disturb him quite so much as she did with her novel schemes. In fairness, he reflected that he always enjoyed her bizarre behaviour, after he had got used to the idea. She led him into unfamiliar territory again and again, opening him to ideas and acts he had not considered before. That was the basis of his fascination with her.
    ‘Where will you and Valerie go tonight while I lie here helpless?’ Beth asked with mock dismay. ‘I expect you’ll forget all about me.’
    ‘Well, if you want me to I can bring her with me when I come to look in on you.’ Tom walked back and sat on