Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 44

A very naked, soaking wet crotch. At some point during the blowjob, she must have removed her panties because as she rubbed her pussy up and down my stomach, all I could feel was a soaking wet pussy making direct contact with my bare skin.

Moments later, her tit pulled free from my lips with a small pop as she continued up my body. I would have been disappointed if I hadn’t gotten the privilege of experiencing Chloe’s world-class stomach. I buried my face against it and experienced the closest thing to a brick wall I’d ever felt from a woman. God… what the fuck was this woman’s workout routine? My dick gave an immediate lurch, once again confirming that I had a thing for strong, fit women that could beat the shit out of me as much as I enjoyed tiny waifs like Erin and Bobbi.

I immediately began kissing her abdomen as she continued to climb higher, getting the idea of what she wanted. Moments later, I came in contact with her pussy.

Most of the women in my harem had little-to-no pubic hair. Erin and Helen were shaven smooth. Bobbi was bare due to my own mandate. Natashya had a little, as did Danni. A few of the others had small amounts of pubic hair, but Chloe had more than I’d experienced in a long time. It wasn’t a tropical jungle or anything. Judging by the feel, she kept it trimmed to a reasonable length, but there was plenty of it. Frankly, I didn’t give a shit. It matched her personality… she cared enough to keep it from getting unruly, but the upkeep required to maintain the same standards as Erin or any others was excessive for someone like Chloe. Like everything, she valued efficiency above everything else… including this. I nuzzled into her furry pussy as she settled on my mouth, positioned myself on the lips of her pussy, and slid my tongue deep inside her.

A hiss erupted from my bodyguard, and I felt the muscles in her thighs tense as they brushed my ears. Once again, I wondered just how long it had been since Chloe had been intimate with anyone. The way she leaked and reacted to my every touch… she wasn’t as vocal as most of the others, nor did she display any other typical signs that she liked what I was doing—no words of affirmation or anything like that. But the way she tensed every time I touched her… the way her body twitched with every pleasurable caress. It was as if Chloe were an abused rescue, only the abuse was a lack of physical touch or affection.

Well, she was going to have to get used to it.

I clamped my hands on her hips and pulled her a little tighter against my mouth as I slid my tongue through the folds of her sopping wet pussy. I adjusted my nose so that I could breathe just enough through her mat of pubic hair as I began to swirl my tongue back and forth along the lips of my bodyguard’s pussy—long laps from the bottom all the way its zenith where her clit lay nestled in its hood.

Chloe immediately shuddered under my assault and let out another little moan, which might as well have been screaming cries to the Almighty, coming from her. She ground her cunt a little more firmly into my face, sliding it down toward my chin so that my lips and tongue were more firmly planted directly on her clit. I got the message and went to work. I would probably never be good at cunninlingus as someone like Erin or Tara, but amongst other men, I had a feeling I was getting pretty damn good. Always keeping an eye out for the proper reactions, manipulated based on the responses Chloe gave me. I swirled the tip of my tongue around her clit, lapping at it with each pass. I slipped a thumb up to the second knuckle between her pussy lips and angled it toward her mons, trying my best to find the spongy wall just above her clit where so many women responded. On cue, Chloe leaned forward, giving my fingers better access to her slit while still keeping my tongue glued to her clit.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “Yes… just like that. Oh!”

She jumped slightly as I slid my finger a little further in her and managed to brush the tip of a finger with her front inner wall. At the same time, my lips clamped down on her little bundle of nerve endings and sucked hard, trying to pull as much of it into my mouth as possible while keeping the pressure on. The tip of my tongue flicked over the tiny bean of flesh, making Chloe jump on my face.

“Oh…” she whispered again. “If… oh…”

She said no more… simply breathed heavily and began to rock slightly in time with the pumping of my finger. The juices from her began to leak in earnest, soaking her pubic hair even more. I slurped at it, drinking her nectar as fast as possible to keep myself from drowning. My breath came with small wheezing sounds as Chloe’s pussy threatened to turn into a swampy mess… a delicious swampy mess. There was no way in hell I was coming up for air, though. I was going to make damn sure Chloe had the best time of her life so she would come crawling back for more… just in case she got the idea that this would be a one-time thing. I am a very visual person, and I wanted a repeat performance of tonight… only in a place a lot more comfortable with much better lighting so I could actually see who I was eating out. I wanted to see that beautiful girl-next-door face twisted in pleasure. I wanted to paint her freckled face with load after load of my semen. I wanted to wipe it off with my fingers and feed it to her. Fuck… I wanted this woman.

“God…” she whispered, cutting her words off near the end with something that sounded suspiciously like a tiny whine. In the dark, I saw her raise an arm and grab her hair, using it as a way to deal with the pleasure she was experiencing on my tongue. I could sense her stiffen and feel the muscles in her legs and ass grow more tense. She was getting close, so I ramped things up.

She would be thinking about this night for a long time if it were the last thing I did.

Suddenly, her hand dropped from her head to her mouth, and I heard a whispered scream. A split second later, I felt what could only be described as a gush of liquid suddenly hit my finger, run down onto my chin, and trickle down my cheeks. It threatened to fill my nostrils, and I managed to hold my breath just in time, still refusing to let up as my bodyguard squirted all over my face. I started to pump my finger in and out of her pussy even more violently as my tongue lashed across her sensitive clit with even more conviction.

Chloe shifted and started to move off my face, momentarily breaking contact between my lips and her cunt lips, but I wrapped my free hand around her thigh and dragged it back down on my face. Her pussy was so sopping that it made a little squelching sound as it landed, and I picked right back up where I left off.