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Tails of a Headhunter Ch. 02: Trouble
She knew from the moment she laid eyed on him that he was going to be trouble. Standing just slightly taller than she, he was about the sexiest thing she had seen in a while. His smile, sexy, with a hint of mischievousness in it. Eyes that laughed when he did. She knew he was trouble, but he was the kind of trouble she was looking for.
She knew there was an attraction on both sides, and she took full advantage of it. Every chance she got, she threw him hints that she wanted him sexually. The day he told her he wanted to see her tits was the day she went after him seriously. Oh yeah, he'd see them and more as far as she was concerned. All she had to do was wait for the right moment. When it came, she told him, "It's now or never!"
He followed. They met at a deserted park, late at night. He told her he couldn't fuck her, but she knew he would…
They stood kissing, passions running wild. Hands touching each other's bodies. Exploring each other. Both knowing it was forbidden; neither able to stop.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he panted in her ear.
"I know," she gasped, hands sliding lower on him. She caressed his rock, hard cock through his jeans. He groaned softly in her ear, dropping his head to kiss her neck. She unzipped his jeans, reaching in to pull out his cock. She turned him so that his back was to the waist high cement table. "Lay back," she murmured in his ear.
He sat down and lay back. She grabbed his jeans and slid them down over his hips. Stepping around the table, she was once again at his head. She began kissing his lips, tongue probing, touching his. Her hand dropping to his cock, caressing, keeping him hard until she could work her way down…
She lifted his shirt and touched her lips to his nipple. She ran her tongue over it once or twice, then gently sucked it into her mouth.
Her tongue was like a torch to him, burning everywhere it touched. His nipple, down the center of his chest, his belly. The whole time, teasing him with strokes from her hand around his cock. He lay with his eyes closed, fingers laced behind his head. He was enjoying this. He let her do her thing.
Her hand still stroking him, her lips kissed the head of his cock. She moved her hand further down as her mouth took him greedily. She pulled at him, sucking, trying to take all of him. She stopped, her hand slipping down to cup his balls. She dropped her face down into his crotch and sucked first one and then the other of his balls into her mouth, as groans of pleasure issued from him.
Smiling, she raised her head and took him in her mouth again. Slowly working up and down, she almost brought him to a climax, but she stopped before he came. Raising her head to look up at him, she asked, "Will you give me what I want?"
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Yes!" he panted. "Please finish it!"
She bent and took him in her mouth again. He was throbbing, needing to release. Slowly, she took him, opening her throat for all of him. He was buried in her, her lips at the base of his cock. Sliding back up, she tightened her lips around his cock, pulling slightly on him. She quickened her pace until he was panting. Suddenly, he arched and let go. His release was strong and hot. She stayed until she had the last drop from him.
He lay spent on the cement table. She was kissing him, his stomach, his chest, neck. "My God! Where did you learn to do that?" he asked
She just smiled up at him. She had dropped her hand to his thigh and was sliding it up. She had him in her hand again. He was soft, but it wouldn't take her long. He would be ready to go again.
