Sarah's soft sigh of contentment woke Brian a few hours later. They were snuggled beneath a wool blanket, the glowing embers of the fire still keeping the interior of the cabin warm and cozy. Brian held her cradled spoonlike against him, and he smiled, nuzzling her neck with soft kisses to wake her up.
Sarah blinked several times, sighing again as she snuggled back against his firm chest. She felt sated and happy, but a small part of her was worried about what Brian must think of her. She had been entirely shameless, and she nibbled her bottom lip.
"Brian?" she ventured hesitantly.
"Mmmm," he mumbled, still exploring her neck, "what is it, my angel?"
"You don't think very badly of me, do you?"
Brian paused, frowning as he raised his head to meet her eye. "Why would I think badly of you?"
She blushed and looked away. Her voice was small when she replied. "You said I was a nasty little whore for...," she swallowed hard before meeting his eye once more, "for sucking your cock."
Brian tried hard to resist the impulse, but he finally gave in and threw his head back, laughing hysterically. Sarah was not amused, and she turned in his arms. She gave him a heated glare, waiting impatiently for his mirth to subside.
"You are so mean!" she accused. "Just because you think I'm a whore, it's not nice to laugh in my face."
He was still grinning when he met her eye. "I'm laughing because you are so wonderfully naïve and innocent, my angel. I don't think you're a whore at all. I think you're absolutely beautiful and perfect."
Sarah raised a brow, watching him suspiciously. "What about the things you told me? You said that only a nasty, dirty little whore would suck a man's cock or let him spurt in her mouth. Are you saying the things you told me aren't true?"
"Well," his grin widened as he kneaded her bottom, "some of them were true."
"Which ones?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
Brian chuckled again, enjoying the suspicious anger on her face. "Well, let me think. It's true that some people regard cocksucking as nasty, dirty, naughty or sinful. Of course, I've never thought that. I've always thought it was one of the most generous, loving things a woman could do for her man."
Sarah's face was stunned by his revelation. He could see her mental gears grinding as he went on with glee.
"It's true that most women aren't willing to suck cock, but the women who really love their men are happy to do it. I'm sure there are plenty of proper ladies who suck their husbands' cocks. Still, its true that most men have to pay to get their cock sucked, because their wives are too lazy or prudish or uncaring to do it for them."
"Brian McKenzie," she growled, "do you mean to tell me that..."
Brian arrogantly folded his hands beneath his head as he went on, not giving her time to finish what she had been about to say. "The things I told you about technique are also true. There is an art to cocksucking, and a man likes to know that a woman really enjoys sucking his cock. It's not as much fun if she's only doing it because she has to. That's why I've always been pretty particular about who I would let suck my cock. I've only found one or two whores who were really good at it, so you can consider yourself in good company."
Her eyes began to flash with anger as she rose onto her knees. "Brian McKenzie, you lying, sneaky, black-hearted..."
"I was being totally honest when I told you that most women wouldn't let a man spurt in their mouth. Some of them really do think it's nasty, some just don't like the taste. But as a man, I have to say that if a woman isn't willing to suck down my juice, it takes a lot of the enjoyment out of the whole cocksucking experience for me. It's not nearly as nice, having to pull out at the last minute, just to spare the woman's sensibilities."
Sarah's face was turning progressively darker red as her anger simmered. When she spoke, her voice was a low, menacing growl. "Brian McKenzie, I simply can't believe that you would do something like..."
"And last but not least," he said with a wide grin as he interrupted her diatribe, "I was absolutely telling the truth when I told you that you are the most talented little cocksucker who has ever had your mouth around my cock. Your technique, dedication and enthusiasm for the job far outweighed your lack of experience. When you sucked down my juice without spilling a drop, I was truly impressed. That's not easy for a beginner. I definitely don't think I'll need to spend any more money on whores, now that I have you."
Sarah's enraged scream was the only warning he got before she launched herself onto his chest. She was like a wildcat, punching, biting and scratching. Brian laughed as he wrestled with her, holding her arms to keep her from doing any real damage. He particularly enjoyed watching her breasts jiggle as she struggled to punish him.
When she finally realized that her strength was no match for his, she stopped. She was panting with frustration and anger, her hair was in wild disarray, and she was gnashing her teeth with impotent fury. As she vented her outrage, Brian relished the view of her heaving bosom and the feel of her quivering thighs straddling his waist.
"You are a beast, Brian McKenzie! I can't believe you would be so wicked! You made me believe that sucking your cock was the dirtiest, nastiest, most awful thing I could ever do. You made me feel so cheap. You said I wasn't a proper lady at all. And now, you have the gall to make fun of me because I believed you. Well, as far as I'm concerned, you can just keep right on paying whores to suck your cock, because I won't ever do it again!"
She would have risen in a huff, but Brian held her wrists firmly in his hands. When she refused to stop struggling, he rolled to pin her beneath him.
"Get off of me, you cad! I don't want to have anything else to do with you. I hate you!"
"No you don't," he said with a chuckle, pulling her wrists up to pin them over her head. He nuzzled her neck, trailing kisses beneath her jaw and nibbling at her ear.
"I do! You are sneaky and wicked and crude." Her eyes were beginning to well with tears.
"Yes, but you love me, don't you my sweet little cocksucking angel?" Brian captured one nipple in his mouth, laving it with hot strokes of his tongue.
Sarah groaned, wriggling to get loose. "Stop calling me that! Let go of me!" When Brian continued to lick her nipple, she ground her teeth. "That's not going to work."
"Sure it is," he said confidently, scraping her nipple with the stubble of whiskers on his chin. "Do you know why?"
She shivered, trying her best to resist the pleasure he was heaping on her. "Why?" she asked petulantly.
Brian grinned, scraping her some more. "Because you love me. There's no point in denying it. You love me. We belong together because we're just alike."
