Chapter Three -
Do Me
Willyam's dick twitched at her words, not only from the unexpected crudeness of them but also from their intent. It was an invitation to fuck her tits in an ungentlemanly fashion. The flow of his dick-drool intensified in an instant.
However, as ready to fuck her tits as he was, he took his time to do a thorough survey of the horny woman now spread out and tied to his bed. Starting at the well-manicured toes, he worked his way up, past a pair of knobby knees to her dripping pussy.
He could see her excitement there plain and simple, she was beyond wet and her clitoris was pulsing with each throb of her heart and squirm of her bottom. The lips of her pussy were covered with a delightful sheen.
Fighting back the urge to touch and sniff, he continued his appraisal. Her tits were, as he had suspected, natural and well cared for. They had seen very little bra-less hippy, swing free days. The girls had been well treated.
Willyam rewarded her efforts by kissing the closest nipple before sucking hard on it as he straightened. It left his mouth with a soft wet pop that was accompanied by a low moan from Roxy and a violent thrash and tug at her bonds.
At last, he looked at her face, studying the set of her cheekbones and the small dimple in her chin. Her eyes, which had spoken of passion and lust as well as knowledge over dinner, now held an angry frustrated glare. He chuckled and smoothed her long brunette hair to the side and then bit her on the earlobe.
Roxy twisted her torso and grumbled a loud "harumph" to his face. Her body flexed and bucked in either another attempt at freedom or some form of contact. He couldn't be sure, but the way she turned the harumph into moans seemed to indicate the latter. Willyam brushed her cheek with his hand and ran a thumb over her lips.
Not trusting herself to speak, without uttering further vulgarity, Roxy let her soft moans indicate her desire. But when he stroked her lips with his thumb, she couldn't resist sucking on it as if it were another part of his anatomy. She wanted him to do something besides stare and touch!
The eroticism of her thumb sucking was not lost on Willyam, and he reached to caress a nipple with his free hand. He couldn't get enough of her, but he was not sure if he could handle all of her. She was a deceptive ball of surprises - a kitten and tiger packaged as one. And for the moment, at least, she had stopped thrashing like a wildcat.
"There, he soothed," as if talking to a child, "that's better. I like it when your nipples look like pencil tip erasers." So, inviting, so fuckable." But he didn't follow his words with the wanted action. He teased her some more.
He trailed his fingers across her body. Drawing lines with the tip of his finger as he explored her. No bud, nub or lobe was left untouched, no crevice was spared by this detailed inspection of her. He was thorough, meticulous and annoyingly slow.
It left Roxanne panting, frustrated and very, very wet. She bit her tongue, least her potty mouth ran wild and got her in more trouble. Instead, she wobbled her tits at him and hoped he would get the message that her previous moans had not managed to convey.
When still he hesitated, Roxy dropped her chin to her chest and said, "Fuck em," through clenched lips. Her body was betraying her. Her nipples, her pussy, and her potty mouth were all conspiring against her better judgment.
"Who would have thought a couple of silk ties could have such an effect on me," she whispered.
Ignoring Roxanne to complete his survey, Willyam made some adjustments to the pillows. A couple he placed behind her head, so she could watch him titty-fuck her - and catch his cum on her face, he admitted to himself. Another he slid under her bum, raising her hips and making a saddle for him to ride in.
"God, you're beautiful," he said as he mounted her and wriggled his bottom. "Are you okay with this?"
Fuck yes. Of course, I'm fucking okay with this. I can see your cock, smell your drool, and feel your asshole on my belly. Stopping pissing around and start fucking dick-wad,
she thought in a flash but said, "Yes, I'm good," and added a silent,
thanks
.
He stooped forward, took his cock in hand and wiped his dick-drool over each nipple. Straightening, he then arched his back and milked the tip of its clear slippery fluid onto her breasts. Roxy could feel the warm stuff trickling its way around her tits. She whimpered.
Satisfied, Willyam cupped the sides of each breast, pressing them around his dick. It was soft, warm and as slippery as fuck. He started to rub himself between them. Slow at first, but when he went faster his dick would pop out from her fleshy embrace.
He shifted and wiggled his ass closer to her tits, but no matter what he did it wasn't going to work. If he wanted to fuck her tits the proper way, sadly she was going to have to help, she had to push them together with her own hands.
From the moment he first saw her in that dress shop this had been his dream. To have her tits wrapped around his cock with Roxy, tied to the bed but wet and compliant, just waiting for him to spurt on her pretty face.
"Need some help, lover boy?" she asked in her best coy voice.
