Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 176

Hardly wanting to put up a fight when I was enjoying what she was doing so much, I closed my eyes and sighed. I concentrated on the feel of her warm lips as she trailed down my chest and the sensation of the cool air surrounding my cock as I felt her fingers hook the elastic band of my underwear and pull it down, exposing me. She kissed down my abdomen, around my belly button, and then her mouth was on my dick; two warm, moist pillows delivered little kisses up and down my shaft. They were followed by the flat of her tongue as she dragged it up one side of my member and back down. I'd always enjoyed watching Erin work, but experiencing her oral ministrations without seeing what she was doing was a new and exciting experience,

I let out an involuntary gasp as I felt her engulf my entire cock, feeling her lips seal around its girth as she took two-thirds in her mouth at one time. By now, I was fully hard, proving that I was a liar and that despite the horror of the past three days, I definitely could participate in Erin's games.

As she slid her lips up and down my shaft, my hips tried to leave the table as I wanted more of my cock in her mouth. I felt a pang shoot up the left side of my back and winced as I was reminded that despite the medication the doctor gave me, I had suffered a

lot in the past few days, and I needed rest.

Erin must have noticed because I felt her hand press against my chest, a non-verbal reminder that I should just lay back and let her do everything. I obliged and enjoyed the next few minutes of my assistant's mouth around my dick. With every plunge on my member, she got another fraction of its length inside her, and I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat before too long.

That didn't stop her, though. Without breaking pace, she continued plunging down on my cock, and felt the mushroom head continually squeeze a little more into her throat. She let out a little gagging sound with every thrust as her fingers found my testes and massaged them. I could feel her drool slipping down my shaft, collecting along the root as she continued to assault her own throat with my cock. In no time, I felt her small, elfin nose brush against my abdomen as she managed to get my entire member inside her. She had shown me such tenderness and kindness while giving herself entirely to me. Erin had done more for me than almost anyone... constantly giving her time and loyalty. She'd shown me gentle affection when I needed it, fucked with wild

abandon, and had even submitted to women like Helen and Natashya for my sake. Erin was one of the best things that had ever happened to me.

All the women in my life so far had been forces of nature that had improved my life in a myriad of ways, and I nearly lost one of them last night. Technically, I nearly lost them all, had the man who disappeared gotten his wish and finished me off. I needed to do better. I needed to be better. This entire time- fuck!

Erin had just done something with her tongue on the underside of my cock that made me shiver, and I felt the rising tide of my orgasm jump up several points. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, wondering what she'd done. With that mischievous smile in her dark eyes, she squeezed my cock back down her throat and then began gagging on it, her throat constricting as it massaged my shaft.

"Jesus, Erin," I whispered, and she dislodged my cock from her throat and sat up. A trail of saliva connected her lips to my member for several moments until she moved back up my body, moving one slender leg over my hips to straddle me. She was wearing a skirt, and as she settled her crotch on my naked cock. I felt the warm, moist lips of her pussy settle around it, and she began to slide her cunt up and down my length as she looked down at me, gracing me with another sweet smile. With her silver hair spilling over one shoulder and stunning good looks, she looked like a bronze angel rocking back and forth on me.

I made a vow to myself to do better to be the kind of man who could not only afford women like Erin in my life but also deserved them. I would be less naive. I would plan my moves more carefully. I would take better care of myself and those closest to me. I was done letting things happen to me. It was time started making things happen.

The head of my cock caught on the opening of my assistant's pussy, and she paused. We stared at each other in complete silence and feeling impatient, I rolled my hips up, feeling the mushroom head slip a fraction deeper inside her. We both hissed at the same time, me in pain as a dull, throbbing sensation rolled through my back; Erin in pleasure as she felt my steel-hard member slowly invading her pussy.

She smiled at me appreciatively, biting her lip as she shook her. head. "No, Marcus," she whispered. "Let me." Then she peeled her shirt off her torso and over her chest. I stared in total lust and appreciation at her petite frame, enjoying the slight curve of an

impossibly tiny waist that I could almost wrap my hands all the way around. My libido screamed in desire as I took in her light- bronzed skin and gravity-defying breasts that seemed to fit her frame perfectly. I lusted after this woman just as much right noW as I had the first time she'd bared herself to me. In this life- affirming moment, just after coming as close to death as I'd ever been, I desired her even more.

She leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of me to keep her body weight from causing me any extra pain. I felt her perky breasts brush my chest as she brought her nose to mine and brushed it affectionately. She rolled her hips, and I felt the head of my cock pierce her tight slit, squeezing into her despite how wet she was. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as Erin sank onto me and felt her lips graze mine again. She began to work herself up and down my shaft, her tiny body lightly brushing mine as the walls of her pussy milked my dick.

She delivered several warm kisses to my sore face and said, "Don't worry, Marcus. Just let me take care of you."

My head rolled back, and I relaxed under the tiny form of Erin. My Erin. Miles above the Earth, surrounded by my bodyguards and in the tender care of my assistant. I was safe. The consequences of what I'd just gone through didn't matter. The dead bodies, the police, Cartwright, and the VistaVision board... none of it meant anything. Not right now.

Erin was the only thing that mattered. I'd worry about the rest later.