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Scent of a Goddess - Part 3
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Scent of a Goddess - Part 3 It was when he brought his tongue into play that she seemed to collect herself and she halted his goddess worship, deliberately pushing his head away with her hand. For a moment, it seemed as if only the sound of their labored breathing filled the little forest clearing: his still heaving in the musky smell of her juices slick on his nose and face; hers a retreat from the edge of ecstasy. "Enough for now," her voice was husky, rough with the challenge it had been to bring herself back into control. "We need to do something about exposing your 'man pussy'," articulating the thought brought her even further into conscious action, "like your cock." And with that, she did, as he had earlier hoped she would, reach out and stroke his erect member, tracing her fingertips lightly across the head of his shaft. It was as if his cock had a fuse that had been lit on fire. The light scratch of her fingernails, the soft skin of her fingers sent a wave pulsing down his nerve endings, and, in a way he could hardly imagine happening, a surge of blood engorged his penis harder than he had ever felt before. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips and she wrapped her entire hand around his throbbing penis, pulsing as it protruded from his pants, beginning a firm up and down stroke that caused his whole body to tremble. Then, as if she was determined to destroy any semblance of control he had, she cupped his scrotum with her other hand and began to teasingly slide each ball back and forth. There was a certain fear, of course, that she would, for some reason, squeeze too hard sending a searing pain through his body. But along with that fear was a sudden awareness, highlighting of the vulnerability of his position. And this vulnerability - new to his sexual encounters with women who he usually dominated - washed over his body leaving him shaking with the desire to be penetrated by her. It was as if she could read his mind, or perhaps his body, as once again she commented on needing to expose his "man pussy" and pulled him closer to the door of the cabin, which they entered. He stood, still, in the middle of the cabin, the only bit of him moving was the involuntary flexing of his cock. She moved around to the back of him and her fingers traced the seam on the pants that ran between his ass cheeks. "Wait here," she spoke as she moved across the room to the cabinet filled with the<b> supplies </font></b>she had brought with her. Rummaging around, she eventually found what she was looking for, a pair of silver, pointed tip scissors. He gave a start. What did she intend to do with those? The cold metal pressed through the cloth of his pants against his ass. How far was this goddess thing going to go? Had they clearly outlined the areas of consent? Should he not have arranged for some type of "safe" word? A shudder ran through him as he felt the scissors begin to move against his skin and the urge to hold his cock in his hand, in both a protective and an erotic gesture, almost overwhelmed him, but he resisted, leaving his palms open by his side and his cock flexing up and down as it protruded from the pants. The scissors slid in an agonizingly slow path down the pants on the outside and between the flesh of his cheeks on the inside. He felt a rush of cool air on his ass. "There," she said, "that is better," and he felt the tip of her finger trace the curve of bare skin which was his buttocks. She had cut open the back seam of his pants with the scissors, so that, like the gap in the front that exposed his cock and balls, his asshole was revealed, rather than hidden, by his pants. Although not quite to her satisfaction, apparently, for he heard her "clucking" her tongue. "Hmmm," she pondered aloud and he could feel her eyes and her hands on either ass cheek. "I must adjust this," and she began to move the thong like strapping that parted his cheeks. Attached to the strapping was a metal ring that he had originally moved down between his legs as he donned the pants. She tapped his legs so that he had to widen his stance, and then reached for the ring which, through a series of adjustments, she moved so that it was positioned directly over top his asshole. He could feel the cool metal biting into his cheeks and spreading them so they no longer pressed together but left his asshole exposed to the air, to her fingers, to who knows what else. "Bend over," she commanded, and he did. to be continued |
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Very hot, can't wait for the next part.
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I am waiting on the edge of my cheeks for the next chapter..
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Yes! I was hard and wet, reading this. I'd be yours, and I'd close my eyes and let you play with me... My turn with you would cum... ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Deliciously erotic !
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